Death & Dying

Elegi…, 3.

by William Habington 1605–1654

Death & Dying

LEt me contemplate thee (faire soule) & though
I cannot tracke the way, which thou didst goe
In thy coelestiall journey; and my heart
Expanssion wants, to thinke what now thou art
How bright and wide thy glories; yet I may
Remember thee, as thou wert in thy clay.
Best object to my heart! what vertues be
Inherent even to the least thought of thee!
Death w…h toth' vig'rous …eate of▪ youth brings fe…
In its leane looke; doth like a Prince appeare,
Now glorious to my eye, since it possest
The wealthy empyre of that happie chest
Which harbours thy rich dust; for how can he
Be thought a bank'rout that embraces thee?
Sad midnight whispers with a greedy eare
I catch from lonely graves, in hope to heare
N…wes from the dead, nor can pale visions frigh…
His ey…, who since thy death feeles no delight
In mans acquaint…nce. Mem'ry of thy fa…e
Doth in me a sublimer soule create.
And now my sorrow followes thee, I tread
The milkie way, and see the snowie head
Of Atlas▪ farre below, while all the high
S…olne buildings seeme but atomes to my eye.
I'me heighten'd by my ruine; and while I
Weepe or… the vault where thy sad ashes lye,
My soule with thine doth hold commerce above;
Where we discerne the stratagems, which Love,
Hate, and ambition, use, to cozen man;
So fraile that every blast of honour can
Swell him above himselfe, each adverse gust
Him and his glories shiver into dust.
How small seemes greatnesse here! How not a span
His empire, who commands the Ocean.
Both that, which boasts so much it's mighty ore,
And th'other, which with pearle, …ath pav'd its shore
Nor can it greater seeme, when this great All
For which men quarrell so, is but a ball
Cast downe into the ayre to sport the starres.
And all our generall ruines, mortall warres,
Depopulated states, caus'd by their sway;
And mans so reverend wisedome but their play.
From thee, deare Talbot, living I did learne
The Arts of life, and by thy light discerne
The truth, which men dispute. But by thee dead
I'me taught, upon the worlds gay pride to tread:
And that way sooner master it, than he
To whom both th' Indies tributary be.

MLA

Habington, William. “Elegi…, 3.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/habington/106/.

Chicago

Habington, William. “Elegi…, 3.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/habington/106/.

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