The Popes pittiful lamentation, for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria and deaths aunswer to the same. With an epitaphe vpon the death of the said Don Ioan. Translated after the French printed coppy. by H.C. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A02218 of text S105875 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 12355). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 7 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 5 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A02218 STC 12355 ESTC S105875 99841601 99841601 6197 2240938769

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A02218) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 6197) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 344:23) The Popes pittiful lamentation, for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria and deaths aunswer to the same. With an epitaphe vpon the death of the said Don Ioan. Translated after the French printed coppy. by H.C. Chettle, Henry, d. 1607?, attributed name. Constable, Henry, 1562-1613, attributed name. H. C. Gregory XIII, Pope, 1502-1585, attributed name. [8] p. Printed by J. Charlewood, [London : 1578?] The attribution to Pope Gregory XIII is ironic. "The 'French coppy' is untraced, and may be fictitious"--Halkett & Laing (3rd ed.). In verse. Translation sometimes attributed to Henry Chettle and to Henry Constable. Caption title. The work is dated 1 October 1578, the date of John of Austria's death. Colophon reads "Imprinted by I.C."; printer's name from STC. Signatures: A⁴. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng John, -- of Austria, 1547-1578 -- Poetry. Catholic Church -- Controversial literature. eebo The Popes pittiful lamentation, for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria: and deaths aunswer to the same. With an epitaphe vpon the deat [no entry] 1578 10 1140 26 0 0 0 0 0 228.07 F The rate of 228.07 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2003-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-03 Sampled and proofread 2003-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
❧ The Popes pittiful Lamentation , for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria : and Deaths aunswer to the same . With an Epitaphe vpon the death of the said Don Ioan. Translated after the French printed coppy . by H. C. The Popes Lamentation . O Heauen , O Earth , O Elaments , and all therein containde , Lament with me , powre forth your plaints iust cause hath so constraind , Sith cursed Death , in cruel wise , hath reft me my delight : Don Ioan of Austria ▪ he that sought , by all the meanes he might , To saue my church & me from harme ▪ to strengthen my estate , And with his power , to punish those that did my doings hate . Mine eyes sende forth , your brinish teares , more cause you neuer had : Since he is d●ad , whose douty deedes erst made my hart ful glad . Now let my Halles be hangd about , with mestfull morning weed● : For plea●ant things , procure my paine , d●lights my dole doe breede . Come , come , my carefull Cardnalles now , my Prelates and the rest : That wonted were to wish me well , I pray ye all be prest . To waile with woe , the want of him , that during tearme of life : Neglected nought that might bee wrought to make our glory rife . Alas how am I gript with grife , what cares do compasse me : For losse of him , whom I ordainde , my Champion cheefe to be , To ●ight with those that were my foes , whom I had handled so , That he beleeude I was a God , aswell as many moe , That with my charmes I did inchaunt to finde his like againe In all the world , who so should seeke , would labour loose in vaine . And for this cause I called him , to state of hye degree : Prouoking him to that which should for my preferment bee . Ful wel my couenaunts could he keepe my lawes and statutes large , My Buls , & pardons , pleas'd him wel they weare his cheefest charge . And therfore Death , I curse thee now and eke thy cruel dart : Which did to that renowmed Prince , thy p●ysoned power impart . These Huguenots thou mightest haue hitte , to pacifye thine yre , And let this worthy wight alone , to further my desyre . Thou hast not onely striken him , but diuerse more besyde : As by thy deadly Darte appeares , that in theyr blood was di'de . Thy furious force from me remooue , and straight thy strength extend Uppon a Prince whose name I hate , at him thy battry bende . So shall my sorrow somewhat cease , but greater griefes will growe , If thus thou seeke gainst me and mine thy rigorous rage to show . FINIS .
Deathes aunswer . CUrse me as much , as care thou can , I waye it nought at all : Each earthly Wight I can constraine , to come when I doo call . T●e s●ruaunt o● the liuing Lorde 〈◊〉 am and must obaye His heauenvly hests , whom he commaunds I must without delaye Depriue of life , my pearsinge Darte must execute his will On all that bide within my bounds , not one can scape by sk●ll . Both Princes , Lords & lo●ty Peeres , I quickly can constraine To follow me , and quite forgoe their goodly gorgious traine . Thy selfe that saist thou art a God , to blinde and bl●are mens eyes , Shalt passe the path that oth●rs doe , no meanes thou maist deuise . To shonne the snare , but with the rest thou must my rigour● taste : If I intende to touch thee once , thy waile●ull wordes are wast . Though frant●ck fooles thy court frequent from contryes far & ne●re : And honour thee as God on earth , to make thy pompe appear● : Whereby they robbe the liuing Lord , of all his honor quight : I 'le pul thee from thy princely throne , and maister thee by might . Thy treasures nor thy tripple crowne thy Iems and Iwels rare , Cannot corrupt me so , as I thy cursed corpes wil spare . When I shal call thee from thy pompe that pampreth thee in pride , Then shall I laugh to see thee lothe , my doleful doome to bide : For so my common custome is , when with my deadly darte I strike those wightes , that one the world haue wholy s●t theyr hart . Alas sa●th one , a stat●ly howse , repl●ate with ritches rare , A dainty dame , whose deere delights , can comfort all my care , And store of goodly ground I haue , well growen with grasse and graine Faire flocks of sheep , & feeding beasts , with all that may maintaine A happy life : yet must I dye , and leaue them all behinde ? O heauy happe , what greater greefe , might euer grype my minde . Another saith , I haue a wife , whose bewty doth surmount : Faire children fraught with natures gifts which makes my ioyes to mount ▪ Aboue the clowds : and there withall such gubbes of golde I haue , with plate & precious stones such store as hart can wish or craue : Yet nothing may my raunsome paye ▪ nor me from death redeeme , He reaks not ritches , euery one he doth alike esteeme . Poore people are not found so fond , my furious force to flye No meanes they seeke , but when I strike , they gladly graunt to dye . And therefore had I rath●r farre . the ritch●r sort assaile : That I my selfe might merry make , to see them weepe and waile . FINIS .
Don Ioans Epitaph . DOn Ioan of Austria heere entomb'd doth lye , that was the worthy warriour willō nam'd Who prowdly did of late , his power applye , the fatall foyle of Flaunders to haue fram'd . Of stomack stoute , and hawghty hart he was , and made his vaunt the Emperors sonne to bee ▪ But yet the thing , he thought to bringe to passe , the liuing Lord hath frustrate made wee see . The fyrst of October . 1578. L'acquis abonde . FINIS .

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