"MEMORIE SACRUM.

THOMAS RAVIS, claris natalibus Mauldenæ in Suthreia natus, Regius Alumnus in Schola Westmonasteriensi educatus, in Academiam Oxoniensem adscitus, omnes academicos honores consequutus, et magistratibus perfunctus, Decanus Ecclesiæ Christi ibidem constitutus, et bis Aca demiæ Pro-Cancellarius. Unde ob doctrinam, gravitatem, et spectatam prudentiam, à Rege Jacobo, primum ad Episcopatum Glocestrensem provectus, deinde ad Londinensem translatus, et demum à Christo, dum Ecclesiæ, Patriæ, Principi vigilaret, in cœlestem patriam evocatus, placide pieque emigravit, et quod mortale fuit, certa spe resurgendi, hic deposuit, die 14 Decembris, An. salutis 1609.”

AN ELEGIE

WRITTEN UPON THE DEATH OF

DR. RAVIS,

BISHOP OF LONDON.

WHEN I past Paules, and travell'd in that walke Where all oure Brittaine-sinners sweare and talk'; Ould Harry-ruffians, bankerupts, southsayers, And youth, whose cousenage is as ould as theirs;

Saint Paul's cathedral was in Corbet's time the resort of the idle and profligate of all classes: the author, quisquis ille fuit, of "A Sixefold Politycian," 4to. 1609. attri buted to Milton's father, describes its frequenters as superstitious idolaters of St. Paul (and yet they never think of Paul nor any apostle) and many of them have that famous monument in that account as Diogenes had Jovis porticus in Athens; who to them which wondered that he had no house nor corner to eat his meat in, pointing at the

And then beheld the body of

my lord
Trodd under foote by vice that he abhorr'd;

It wounded me the Landlord of all times
Should let long lives and leases to their crimes,
And to his springing honour did afford
Scarce soe much time as to the prophet's gourd.
Yet since swift flights of virtue have apt ends,
Like breath of angels, which a blessing sends,
And vanisheth withall, whilst fouler deeds
Expect a tedious harvest for bad seeds;

I blame not fame and nature if they gave,

Where they could give no more, their last, a

grave.

gallerie or walking-place that was called Jovis Porticus, said, that the people of Athens had builded that to his use, as a royal mansion for him, wherein he might dine and sup, and take his repast.

"And soe these make Paules like Euclides or Platoes school, as Diogenes accounted it, xaтarpılny, a mispending of much good labour and time, and worthily many times meet with Diogenes' fare, and are faithful and frequent guests of Duke Humphray." P. 8.

And wisely doe thy greived freinds forbeare
Bubbles and alabaster boyes to reare

On thy religious dust: for men did know
Thy life, which such illusions cannot show :
For thou hast trod among those happy ones
Who trust not in their superscriptions,
Their hired epitaphs, and perjured stone,
Which oft belyes the soule when shee is gon;
And durst committ thy body, as it lyes,

To tongues of living men, nay unborne eyes.
What profits thee a sheet of lead? What good
If on thy coarse a marble quarry stood?
Let those that feare their rising purchase vaults,
And reare them statues to excuse their faults;
As if, like birds that peck at painted grapes,
Their judge knew not their persons from their
shapes.

Whilst thou assured, through thy easyer dust

Shall rise at first; they would not though they

must.

Nor needs the Chancellor boast, whose pyramis Above the host and altar reared is *;

For though thy body fill a viler roome,

Thou shalt not change deedes with him for his tombe.

"This was not the first censure of sir Christopher Hatton's extravagant monument; as, according to Stowe, some poet had before complained on the part of Sydney and Walsingham, that

“Philip and Francis have no tomb,

For great Christopher takes all the room."