On The Death Of The Right Honourable The Lord Viscount Bayning

Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise,
And Worthies be not crown’d with gold, but bayes;
Shall we not thank? To praise Thee all agree;
We Debtors must out doe it, heartily.
Deserved Nobility of True Descent,
Though not so old in Thee grew Ancient:
We number not the Tree of Branched Birth,
But genealogie of Vertue, spreading forth
To many Births in value. Piety,
True Valour, Bounty, Meeknesse, Modesty,
These noble off-springs swell Thy Name as much,
As Richards, Edwards, three, foure, twenty such:
For in thy Person’s linage surnam’d are
The great, the good, the wise, the just, the faire.
One of these stiles innobles a whole stemme;
If all be found in One, what race like him!
Long stayres of birth, unlesse they likewise grow
To higher vertue, must descend more low.
When water comes through numerous veins of lead,
‘Tis water still; Thy blood,

from One pipe’s head,
Grew Aqua-vitж streight, with spirits fill’d,
As not traduc’d, but rais’d, sublim’d, distill’d.
Nobility farre spread, I may behold,
Like the expanded skie, or dissolv’d gold,
Much rarified; I see’t contracted here
Into a starre, the strength of all the spheare;
Extracted like the Elixir from the mine,
And highten’d so that ’tis too soone divine.

Divinity continues not beneath;
Alas nor He; but though He passe by death,
He that for many liv’d, gaines many lives
After hee’s dead: Each friend and servant strives
To give him breath in praise; this Hospital,
That Prison, Colledge, Church, must needs recall
To mind their Patron; whose rich legacies
In forreigne lands, and under other skies
To them assign’d, shew that his

heart did even
In France love England, as in England Heaven:
Heav’n well perceiv’d this double pious love,
Both to his Country here, and that above:
Therefore the day, that saw Him landed here,
Hath seen him landed in his Haven there;
The selfe-same day (but two yeares interpos’d)
Saw Sun and Him round shining twice & clos’d.

No Citizen so covetous could be
Of getting wealth, as of bestowing, He;
His Body and Estate went as they came,
Stript of Appendix Both, and left the same
But in th’ Originall; Necessity
Devested one, the other Charity.
It cost him more to clothe his soule in death,
Than e’re to cloth his flesh for short-liv’d breath;
And whereas Lawes exact from Niggards dead
A Portion for the Poore, they now are said
To moderate His Bounty; never such
Was known but once, that men should give too much:
A Tabernacle then was built, and now
The like in heav’n is purchas’d: Learn you how;
Partly by building Men, and partly by
Erecting walls, by new-found Chymistry,
Turning of Gold to Stones. Our Christ-Church Pile,
Great Henrie’s Monument, shall grow awhile
With Bayning’s Treasure; who a way hath took.
Like those at Westminster, to fill a nook
‘Mongst beds of Kings. Thus speak, speak while we may
For Stones will speak when We are hush’d in Clay.

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On The Death Of The Right Honourable The Lord Viscount Bayning