His melting eye showed that he had a soft heart, full of noble compassion; of too brave a soul to offer injuries, and too much a Christian not to pardon them in others. He did much contemplate, especially after he entered into his sacred calling, the mercies of Almighty God, the immortality of the soul, and the joys of heaven, and would often say in a kind of sacred ecstasy, "Blessed be God that He is God, only and divinely like Himself." He was by nature highly passionate, but more apt to reluct at the excesses of it. A great lover of the offices of humanity, and of so merciful a spirit that he never beheld the miseries of mankind without pity and relief. He was earnest and unwearied in the search of knowledge, with which his vigorous soul is now satisfied, and employed in a continual praise of that God that first breathed it into his active body, that body which once was a temple of the Holy Ghost, and is now become a small quantity of Christian dust. But I shall see it reanimated. I W. AN ELEGY ON DR. DONNE. BY IZAAK WALTON. Our Donne is dead! and we may sighing say, And I rejoice I am not so severe, And wonder not for when so great a loss Dull age! Oh, I would spare thee, but thou'rt worse: Of black ingratitude; if not, couldst thou Some sad remembrance to his dying day? Did his youth scatter poetry, wherein Lay love's philosophy? was every sin Pictured in his sharp satires, made so foul, That some have feared sin's shapes, and kept their soul Safer by reading verse; did he give days, Past marble monuments, to those whose praise He would perpetuate? Did he--I fear Envy will doubt—these at his twentieth year? But, more matured, did his rich soul conceive On that blest head of Mary Magdalen, After she wiped Christ's feet, but not till then; And he to use-leave us a Litany, Which all devout men love, and doubtless shall, Did he return and preach Him? preach Him so, Those happy souls that heard him, know this truth. Did he these wonders? and is his dear loss But sure the silent are ambitious all Or knowing grief conceived and hid, consumes Corrupt the brain, take silence for the way With him in heaven, where no promiscuous pain Are satisfied with joys essential. Dwell on these joys, my thoughts! Oh! do not call Grief back, by thinking on his funeral. Forget he loved me: waste not my swift years, Fame and the world; and parting with it, grieve I want abilities fit to set forth A monument, as matchless as his worth. April 7, 1631. Iz. WA. LIFE OF SIR HENRY WOTTON. SIR HENRY WOTTON, whose Life I now intend to write, was born in the year of our Redemption 1568, in Bocton Hall, commonly called Bocton, or Boughton Place, or Palace, in the parish of Bocton Malherbe, in the fruitful country of Kent. Bocton Hall, being an ancient and goodly structure, beautifying and being beautified by the parish church of Bocton Malherbe adjoining unto it, and both seated within a fair park of the Wottons, on the brow of such a hill as gives the advantage of a large prospect, and of equal pleasure to all beholders. But this house and church are not remarkable for anything so much as for that the memorable family of the Wottons have so long inhabited the one, and now lie buried in the other, as appears by their many monuments in that church, the Wottons being a family that hath brought forth divers persons eminent for wisdom and valour, whose heroic acts and noble employments, both in England and in foreign parts, have adorned themselves and this nation, which they have served abroad faithfully in the discharge of their great trust, and prudently in their negotiations with several princes; and also served. at home with much honour and justice, in their wise managing a great part of the public affairs thereof, in the various times both of war and peace. But lest I should be thought by any, that may incline. either to deny or doubt this truth, not to have observed moderation in the commendation of this family, and also for that I believe the merits and memory of such persons ought to be thankfully recorded, I shall offer to the consideration of every reader, out of the testimony of their pedigree and our chronicles, a part-and but a part —of that just commendation which might be from thence enlarged, and shall then leave the indifferent reader to judge whether my error be an excess or defect of commendations. Sir Robert Wotton, of Bocton Malherbe, Knight, was born about the year of Christ 1460: he, living in the reign of King Edward the Fourth, was by him trusted to be Lieutenant of Guisnes, to be Knight Porter, and Comptroller of Calais, where he died, and lies honourably buried. Sir Edward Wotton, of Bocton Malherbe, Knight, son and heir of the said Sir Robert, was born in the year of Christ 1489, in the reign of King Henry the Seventh; he was made Treasurer of Calais, and of the Privy Council to King Henry the Eighth, who offered him to be Lord Chancellor of England: but, saith Holinshed (in his "Chronicle "), out of a virtuous modesty he refused it. Thomas Wotton, of Bocton Malherbe, Esquire, son and heir of the said Sir Edward, and the father of our Sir Henry that occasions this relation, was born in the year of Christ 1521. He was a gentleman excellently educated, and studious in all the liberal arts, in the knowledge whereof he attained unto a great perfection; who, though he had, besides those abilities, a very noble and plentiful estate, and the ancient interest of his predecessors, many invitations from Queen Elizabeth to change his country |