No More Learning

Post te
Quis volet, aut poterit? nam post te vivere mors est.
Et tamen ingratas ignavi ducimus auras:
Sustinet & tibi lingua vale, vale dicere: parce
Non festinanti aeternum requiescere turbae. 85
Ipsa satis properat quae nescit Parca morari,
Nunc urgere colum, trahere atque occare videmus.
Quin rursus (Venerande) Vale, vale: ordine nos te
Quo Deus, & quo dura volet natura sequemur.
Depositum interea lapides servate fideles. 90
Foelices illa queis AEdis parte locari
Qua jacet iste datur. Forsan lapis inde loquetur,
Parturietque viro plenus testantia luctus
Verba: & carminibus quae Donni suggeret illi
Spiritus, insolitos testari voce calores 95
Incipiet: (non sic Pyrrha jactante calebat. )
Mole sub hac tegitur quicquid mortale relictum est
De tanto mortale viro. Qui praefuit AEdi huic,
Formosi pecoris pastor, formosior ipse.
Ite igitur, dignisque illum celebrate loquelis, 100
Et quae demuntur vitae date tempora famae. _

Indignus tantorum meritorum Praeco, virtutum
tuarum cultor religiosissimus,

DANIEL DARNELLY.


[In obitum _&c. _ _1635-69_, _taking the place of the lines by
Tho: Browne_. ]

[10 pectore] pectore, _1635_]

[21 beatum.
] beatum _1635_]

[23 olfecisse] olfecisse _1635_]

[25 prius aggredior, _1635-69_: prius, aggredior, _1719_
arcessere _Ed_: accessere _1635-69_]

[26-7 mihi dum . . . Exitium _1719_: mihi, dum . . . Exitium,
_1635-39_: mihi dum, . . . Exitium, _1650-69_]

[38 Voce feros] Voceferos _1635_, _1669_]

[79 inde:] inde _1635-39_]

[86 Parca] parca _1635-69_

morari,] morari _1635_]

[88 rursus _1719_: rusus _1635_: nusus _1639-69_]

[96 Incipiet: . . . calebat. _1719_: _no stops_, _1635-69_]




_Elegie on D. D. _

Now, by one yeare, time and our frailtie have
Lessened our first confusion, since the Grave
Clos'd thy deare Ashes, and the teares which flow
In these, have no springs, but of solid woe:
Or they are drops, which cold amazement froze 5
At thy decease, and will not thaw in Prose:
All streames of Verse which shall lament that day,
Doe truly to the Ocean tribute pay;
But they have lost their saltnesse, which the eye
In recompence of wit, strives to supply: 10
Passions excesse for thee wee need not feare,
Since first by thee our passions hallowed were;
Thou mad'st our sorrowes, which before had bin
Onely for the Successe, sorrowes for sinne,
We owe thee all those teares, now thou art dead, 15
Which we shed not, which for our selves we shed.