Two elegies, on the late death of our soueraigne Queene Anne With epitaphes. Written by Patrick Hannay Mr. of Arts.

TWO ELEGIES , On the late death of our Soueraigne Queene Anne .

With Epitapsies . Written by Patrick Hannay ▪ M of Arts.

LONDON , Printed by Nicholas Okes ▪ 1619.

To the most Noble Prince Charles . DIsdaine not Sir , this offering which I make , Although the incense smoke doth towre so black ; Northink my fires faint , cause they darkly shine , Tapers burne dimme , are set before a shrine . Some better hap to haue their first fruite glad , This Common woe maskes mine in mourning shade : Ana's strange , You ( solely left for our reliefe ) For salue , doe prooue a cor'siue to our griefe : Weigh what it is to adde to those opprest , Then by Your woe , ours shall not be increast : I grant nor Sonne , nor Subiect good , can smother Griefe , for so great , and good , a Queen & Mother . Yet moderate this sorrow , as you reseene to vse in Joy , so vse in griefe a meane , Ore match thy matchlesse selfe , that all may see Her courage , worth and loue , doth liue in Thee . Then may this pen , which with teares drawes my ●●aint , In gold Thy glorious actions after paint . Your Highnesse most humble seruant , Patrick Hannay .

The first Elegie . AS doth a Mother , who before her eyes , Her Ages hope , her onely Sonne espies , Butcher'd , & bathing still in bloody strands , Rauisht with sudden griefe amazed stands ▪ Nor weepes , nor sighes , nor lets one teare distill , But ( with fixt eye ) still gazeth on her ill : But when with time her smothred griefe forth vents , She wastes her eyes in teares , her breath in plaints . So we astonisht could not tell our woe ; Who doe grieue most , least signe of griefe doe show . Yet time to those , in time , a time affords , To weepe and waile , and show their woe in wards ▪ Time grant vs now this time , least of her praise Our of spring hearing , and when her swift dayes Had run their course , they heare none of our plaints , Doe either thinke some Poets pen her paints , Or that they are of the same stones all sprung , Which backward Pyrrha and Ducalyon flung . So that will seeme no fable , but a story , If we doe leaue no witnesse that we 're sorry , Each senslesse thing shall vs vpbraide to them , And as lesse sensible ( then they ) condemne . Since in each obiect offerd to the eye , Signes of sad sorrow settled there we see , The Heauens ( though grac't with her ) for vs are grieued , And weepe in showers for that we are bereaued Of her : in , and for whom the World was blest , In whom her kinds perfection did consist . Aquarius seemes to haue a solemne feast , And that each other signes his houshold guest . Not one of them now influence downe powres , But what distils in liquid weeping showers . The Skies of Clowds now make them mourning weeds , And generall darknesse all the world ore spreads : What ? hath the Sunne for a new Phaeton Abandoned the Heauens , and beamy throne ? Is the cause theirs ? or doth it touch vs nie ? ( Since with their sorrow we so sympathie : ) No , it s because our Cynthia left this spheare , The world wears blacke , because she moues not here , Her influence that made it freshly flourish , Leaues it to fade , and will no more it nourish . Leaues it ? hath left ▪ How can it then subsist ? Can that be sayd to be , which disposest Of soule , wants vigor ? this Queene was the soule , Whose faculties worlds frailties did controule ; Corrected the ill humors , and mantain'd In it , a wholesome concord , while she raign'd : But now ( she gone ) the world seemes out of frame , Subord'nate passions now as Princes clame Signorie ore the soule , which doe torment The whole with anguish ; make the heart to faint , Whose sad infection generall's so spred , Griefes Character on euery brow is read . Our eyes so drop ( wer 't not God frees those fears ) The world might dread a new deludge of teares . Dread ? ( thus distrest ) we rather should desire With the worlds dissolutions to expire Our latest woes , 't were better haue no beeing , Then liue in woe , so as we are still dying . Leaue foolish passion , dares thou thus repine ? Gainst what 's enacted by the powers diuine , Humbly submit , yet passion were a word , Vsles , a nothing's name , speech should afford ▪ No place for it , if it should not now show Its beeing by our grieuings in this woe : Yet the wo's short , which on each soule hath seaz'd , It and the cause can ne're be equaliz'd . I will not blaze her birth , descent or State , Her Princely Progenie , her royall mate : They 're knowne best , and greatest , yet these are But accidentall honours ▪ but this starre With propper beames was so resplendent here , Others ( though bright ) yet when she did appeare , Did lose their luster : she honour'd her place , Her place not her : she Queene , was Queen's sole grace . 'T was she the Antique Poets so admird , When with prophetique furie they inspird , Did faine the heauenly powers , they did see , ( As in a dreame ) that such a one should be : And for each seuerall grace , she should containe , One Dietie they did for that ordaine , Not one for all , for that too much had beene , To faine her like , whose like was neuer seene . Nor is their number equall to her merits , For she a farre off was shew'd to those spirits , Now had they liu'd her vertues to haue seene ; The Goddesses sure numberlesse had beene , But 's well they did not , for then she should be ( Though giltlesse ) yet cause of Idolatrie , For they who honoured her shade before , Seeing her substance needs must it adore . The Morallists did all of her deuine , When they made euery vertue foeminine ; And but they knew that such a one should be , Doubtlesse with them vertue should haue been HE. Peruse all stories are compil'd by Man , Or Poets fictions since the world began : You shall not finde ( true or imaginarie ) Like worth in one , whose all 's in nought doth vary . Nay , take the abiects in these bookes reuil'd For basest parts , so vicious and defil'd , As they seeme Natures monsters , made in scorne , As foiles , her other faire workes to adorne , ( Contrar's oppos'd doe others best set forth ) They serue not all , to parralell her worth . They are deceiu'd , who say the world decayes , And still growes worse and worse , as old with dayes : For then this Age could neuer that haue showne , Which was long since to Salomon vnknowne , A woman : but had he liued in our times , He might haue found one , so deuoid of crimes , That her owne merits ( if merits could saue ) Might iustly ( as of due ) saluation craue . I rather thinke the worlds first Infancie , Growing more perfect with Antiquitie ( As younglings doe ) traueld till now at height , Big of perfection , brought this birth to light : This second to that Maiden-Mother-Daughter , She onely was before , this onely after : For on this Grace and Nature spent such store , As after her we need expect none more , And those who read her praise when we are gone , Would thinke we but describ'd a worthy one , Not that there was one such , but that she here Left part of her , which and its seed shall beare Successiue witnesse , to all doubtfull ages , Of her rare vertues , which in those deare pledges Still liue : they 'le say our praise came short , we dull With speech defectiue , could not to the full Set forth her worth : which she at death did giue , Others may goods not goodnesse of spring leaue . But she bequeth'd her goodnes , for her merit , Obtain'd her issue should that wealth inherit , Which we possesse in them , while they doe prease ( As vsurers ) that stock still to encrease : Onely ambitious to augment that store , Robbing the world , which either is but poore : Or seemes so , set by them , beggars may boast , But they alone haue all that wealth ingrost : And though that God the worlds gold hath refinde , And tooke the try'd , He left this vaine behinde , Pittying the drosse the luster should obscure , Of her bright soule , while flesh did it immure . Yet did He not with it of all bereaue vs , But with her of-spring , happinesse did leaue vs . For her preferment , why then should we tosse Our soules with torment ? or grieue that our losse Hath Heauen inricht ? or 'cause we held her deare , Wish we her punisht , to be liuing here ? We rather should reioyce she thus did leaue vs , And nought but Heauen alone of her could reaue vs . O! since that Cedar fell so right at last , Which way it standing lean'd , may well be ghest . And since the End doth crowne the actions still , How liued she , who dying , dy'd so well ! For askt , if she did willing hence depart , Sayd , ( rapt with heauenly ioy ) WITH ALL MY HART . Though flesh be fraile , yet hers so voyd of feare , ( For death did not in his owne shape appeare ) Did entertaine so kindly its owne foe , ( Who came to Court , but vnwares kild her so ) As she esteem'd it onely one hard thrust , At that strait gate by which to life we must : Faith , Hope , and Loue possest her heart and minde , Leauing no place for fearefull thoughs to finde : Troupes of white Angels did her bed impaile , To tend the soules flight from the fleshy gaile , It to conduct vnto that heauenly throne , Which Christ prepar'd , with glore to crowne her on . O! how my flesh-clog'd soule would scale the sky , And leaue that deare companion here to ly : To see her entertaind , with glory crownd , While troupes of Angels her arriuall sound To that new kingdome : they all God doe praise For her translation , and their voyces raise , In signe of Ioy , but yet that Ioy comes short Of what they make , for most to them resort , For , for the greater sinner , Christ hath sayd , That doth repent , the greater ioy is made : Yet that 's made vp in glore , for she so farre Doth those exceed , as one another starre : What may we thinke vnto her soule is shone , When from her baser-part such vertue 's flowne ; As a sad reuerent feare their senses pierce , Who sighing see her sorrow-suted - Hearse : What would they do , if their vaild soule could spy Her sitting crownd aboue the starrie skie : Sure they would doe ( nay in their hearts they doe ) Euen at the thought thereof , with reuerence bow . But leaue to speake , nay , not so much as thinke , Least of those Ioyes which nere in heart could sinke . Le ts not enuy ' er , but inueigh gainst our Fate , That we behinde her , are staid here so late : And lets not mourne for her , that she 's hence , But for our selues , that we are kept from thence Whither she 's gone : yet let no teare ore-flow , ( Sorrow soone ceaseth that's disburdned so ) Let them straine inward , if they le needs distill , And with their drops thy hearts sad center fill ; And when its full , it can no more containe , Let the caske breake , and drowne thee in that maine .

On the Queene . THe world 's a Sea of errors , all must passe , Where shelues and sands the purling billow blinds : Mens bodies are fraile barks of brittle glasse , Which still are toss'd with aduerse tyds and winds : Reason's the Pylot that the course directs , Which makes the vessell ( as its hieght ) holde out , Passions are partners , a still-iarring-rout : Succumbing-thoughts are life-inuading leaks . How built her body ! such a voyage made ; How great her reason ! which so rightly swayed ; How plyant passions ! which so well obayd ; How dantlesse thoughts , vaine doubts durst nere inuade . Her body , reason , passions , thoughts did gree , To make her life the Art to saile this Sea .

The second Elegie . EAch Countrey now contributes to the Thames , Which a support of euery currant clames , Why dost thou so sweet Thames ? Is not thy sorrow Sufficient for thy selfe , but thou must borrow ? Or wants thy waters worth for such a charge ? As to conduct great Annes last body'd - barge ; Or is it cause so iust and kind thou art , Thou 'lt not incroach that , wherein each hath part ? Sure that s the cause , the losse is generall , And that last office must be helpt by all . Yet wonder not they come not now so sweet , As they doe vse , when they to sollace meet : They 're not themselues , they are compounded things , For euery one , his latest offring brings And sends it by these brookes , vnto her shrine , Whose waters with their teares are turned brine : Each subiects cheeke such falling drops distaine , As if to dew , ●ighes had dissolu'd the braine : Which from their eyes still in aboundance powre , Like a moist haile , or liquid pearly showre : Which in such haste , each one another chases , Making swift torrents in late torrid places , Disgorging in these brookes , making them rise , So 's soueraigne Thames almost feares a surprise : Feare not faire Queene , it is not their ambition , But swelling sorrow , that breeds thy suspition : Its sorrow feedes those currents and those rils , Which thy vast channell with an Ocean fils , Which eye-bred-humor so hath chang'd thy Nature , Thy fishes thinke they liue not in thy water : It , or their taste is alterd , for they thinke , For thy sweet streames they briny liquor drinke : How weari'd is thy sister famous Forth , Bringing sad Scotland's sorrowes from the North , Who comes not out of dutie , as the rest Who vnto Thames their carefull course adrest , She comes , her equall , will not yeeld in teares , In subiects sorrow's , nor in countries cares . Great Nephtun's selfe doth feare inuasiue wrong , Seeing her strange waues throw his waters throng , And causeth Triton to sound an alarme , To warne the Sea-Gods in all haste to arme , who bringing billowes in braue battell-ray , Doe meane Forth 's fury with their force to stay : But when they see her thus all wrapt in woe , And the sad cause of her iust sorrow know ; They lay not their defensiiue armes aside , But as a guard , her through their gulfes do guide , Striuing with all the pleasures of the Maine , This grieuing-stranger - Queene to entertaine , Out throw their boures of cleare transparent waues , Christaline-wainscot , pearle the bottome paues : Her they conduct , and to abate her woe , Their Sea-delights and riches all they show , Which Neptune ( now in loue ) would gladly giue her For loue , yet dares not offer least hee grieue her ; Who loues and would not haue his loue vnkind , Must wooe a pleasant humor , vacant minde : This makes him stay his sute , and striue to please , With all the loue-alurements of the Seas : Yet all doe not so much as moue one smile , An anxious sorrow soone discouer'th guile , Yet he will guid & guard , her grieuing streames , Whom at her entry in the wished Thames , He leaues , and vowes in discontent to mourne , Till fairest Forth back to the Sea returne . Her sister her receiues with kind imbrace , Their liquid armes clasping , they interlace In loue so straight , they cannot be vntwinde , They seeme both one , in body and in minde . O happy vnion ! labour'd long in vaine , Reseru'd by God to Iames his ioyfull raigne , And Anne's ; O blessed couple so esteem'd , By all fore-knowing Ioue , that He them deem'd Worthie each other , and to weare that Iemme , Blest Britaines now vnited - Diademe . He esteem'd none , worthy to wear 't before them , But kept it still in store , for to decore them . How did He suffer those two kingdomes try All open power , and priuate policie ; Yet still increased discord ; others force , Made seperation greater , su'd diuorce . How did one teare the other , spare no toyle , To bath in blood the neighbours fertill soile ; Wrath , discord , malice , enuy , rapiny , strife , Thefts , rapes , and murderous mischieues were so rife , None liu'd secure , while each King did protect The others fugitiues , ( for his respect ) Thus looking for no rest , or end of hate , But with the ruine of the aduerse State . God , he effects it ( that to him alone , We might ascribe the honour ; and being one , We might loue better : Twixt vnited foes , And seperated friends , loue and hate growes To greatest heights : ) And for this end doth raise , ( Vsing the meanes ) the honour of his dayes ; Great Iames , the ioy presaging Northrene starre , Whose radiant light illuminates so farre . As it doth warme with its all-quickning-beames , The frozen-loue betwixt the Tay and Thames ; With wonder and delight , drawing all hearts And eyes , to loue and see his Princely parts . And ( what is strange ) who hated most before , With admiration , most his worth adore , Wishing they were his subiects : He is King Already of their hearts ; the poyson'd sting Of rancor is remoou'd , for loue they call him , And with their kingdoms ornaments install him , Great confidence his vertous life must bring , Whom such old foes , loue forces make their King . Where was ere heard , of emulating foes , ( Rooted in hate with others , ouerthrowes Such and so long ) that did their wrath apease , And yeeld ( won but by loue ) to right , as these . Yet doe they not repent ; they finde report Sometime is wrong'd , and may indeed come short In commendations ; yet it s rare ( as here ) For she 's a woman , and ( by kinde ) will beare More then she should : but his last subiects find Themselues with Saba's Queen of self-same mind , That fame ( though saying by beliefe ) had wrong'd Two Kings , not telling halfe to each that long'd ; For England heard not , nor could it haue thought , That Scotlands king such wonders could haue wrought ▪ Long may he liue , and die well , full of yeares , And when his death shall draw vs dry with teares , On Brittaines Throne may his seed euer raigne , Till Christ doe come ( to iudge the world ) againe . Who would haue thought from the Scot-hated - Dane , Whom vanquish'd England so much did disdaine , ( Opprest with base succesion ) they did turne , ( Being freed ) Lord-dane to lurdane for a scorne ; Who would haue thought ( I say ) from Dane should spring One , who from Scots and English eyes should wring Such hearty teares ; must not her worth be much , Since we doe find its-loue-effects proue such , How great that worth ( in such , such loue could breed ) O let it liue for euer in her seed : And let that loue in our hearts neuer die , But euer liue to her Pesteritie : And those sweet streames her mate and she conbinde In loue , O let their armes be nere vntwinde From kind imbraces , and though now their greetings Be not so ioyfull as at other meetings , Yet is their loue all one , they take one part , The one ioyes not , the other sad at heart : They surfeit now in sorrow , then in pleasure , Ioy then exceeds , griefe now is aboue measure . To honour Charles ( our hope ) when they met last , How did they rob each meadow as they past , Of sweets , each banke a posie did bestow , Of fairest flowers , that on his brim did grow : These & such like , they brought from euery part , And gratulations from each subiects heart : They swell'd with pride , rising in loftly waues , And all the neighbour bordring banks out-braues Their fishes frolick'd , showing ioy by gesture , The waters ( wantonizing ) woo'd their Maister ; So fast their billowes 'bout his blest barge throng'd , They hurt themselues oft , oft their fellowes wrong'd : Each would be first , on others backs some ride , Some vnder others slippry shoulders slide , Though beat with oares , yet will they not turne backe , For they their humble prostrate homage make , The Sun then guilt each glistring-glassie-coat , Those Marin-masquers wore , dans'd bout his boat , Who by the musicke measur'd not their paces , Deaf'd with a confus'd cry from diuerse places , Of maidens , matrons , aged men , and boyes , Which from each quarter made a confus'd noyse , Of hearty Aue's , welcomming their Prince , Eccho ( with answering tyrd ) was mute still since , The Citie with the suburbs did appeare , Like a large Theater when he came neare : Each window , wall , each turret top and steeple , Was fild with euery age , sex , sort of people : So as some thought ( who earst had neuer seene Such numbers ) that the buildings all had beene , Of Imagry contriu'd , by cunning Art : For on the ground , the Brewer in his cart , The Sculler , Carman , and the baser sort , Seem'd strong and rudely caru'd clownes , to support The stately frame : Maides , Prentises and groomes , Made shop-dore , window , stale , and lower roomes : The batlements , house-couerings and the leads , As tyles or slates , young boyes & girles ore-spreads : ( The middle roomes all round about the Thames , Which Ladies held , and choiser Citie-Dames ) Such tooke for spaces , which faire statues held , Where Caruer and the Painter both exceld ; So pure complexions these seem'd made by Art , As Nature neuer did the like impart To louely youth , The large , low , open breast , Full , white , round , swelling , azure-vain'd , increast The error , for they thought none liuing would Lay out such parts , for all eyes to behold : So curious were the colours which were showne , As Nature hardly could from Art be knowne : So that they could adiudge them due to neither : But participles , taking part of either , Yet all by voyce and gesture seemed glad , Wonder it was to see a thing looke sad . Now it s not so , the offrings are but teares , The sighes , and groanes , of Brittaines blest-reft sheres Are now the acclamations ; these two streames , Compounded waters of mixt sorrow seemes , Yet walke , they hand in hand with equall pace , T'wards that late pleasant , but now pensiue place Where sorrow sutedin a sable weed , Doth with a mourning vaile each heart ore-spread , And Phoebus for to make the world and minde , To weare one liuery , all his beames confinde , Dimming each eye in darknesse of the night , Either asham'd to mourne in open sight , Or loth to alter with his brighter streames , Our late obscured Cyntia's lesser gleames ; For her fled soule which doth with glory shine , Left with its lodging something that s diuine , Which with reflection smileth on these rayes , Which her bright soule now from the skies displeas . And these light orbes which with such swiftnes roule About the Heauens , acquainted with her soule , To light her corps , doe set in euery porch Of the damantine Heauen , a starry torch , Which darkned with the weeping Earths moist vapours , Are her last lampes and neuer dying tapers , Thames trembles , Forth doth feuerise for feare , Both roare to see their soueraigne thus appeare ▪ Their billowes breake their hearts against the shore , Their fishes faint ( yet cannot tell wherefore ) But when they float vpon the water crop , And see the teares from eyes and oars which drop ; They thinke them all to few , and adde their owne , And swimme in proper waters ( earst vnknowne ) The water-Nymphes now round about her boat , Cloath'd in sad sable mourning habits float , The Hamadryads , and the Siluans all , To beare apart in this complaint they call . Who since her death , had practis'd in their teares , Streames deep enough : none now the water fears , They brought with them sweet Camomile and Rew , Mint , Spicknard , Marioram , her way they strew , With flowers of choicest colour and of sent , Which from the slender-weeping-stalk was rent . Her Exequies these Nymphes together sing , Till with this consort Heauen & Earth doth ring : Heauens in uying our waters , walkes , and woods , Hath reft our ioy , and plac'd her 'mongst the Gods . No more our wandring waues shall wantonize , No more shall swelling billowes braue the skies , No more shall purling Zephyr curle our head ▪ No more we 'l foamy-powders thereon spread , No more shall now Meandrian walkes delight vs , No more despaire with death shall now affright vs , Since heauen inuying our late happie floods , Hath reft our ioy , and plac'd 'mongst the Gods . Wee 'l take no sport now to persue the Fawne , Wee 'l no more tread light measures on the Lawne , Wee 'l deck our heads no more with Flora's flowres , Wee 'l wooe no more our wooddy Paramours , Wee 'l beare no part hereafter with the birds , Wee 'l weep for woe , and teach them waile in words ; Since heauen enuying our late happy woods , Hath reft our ioy , and plac'd her 'mongst the Gods . Wee 'l hide our heads within our shores & shelues . Wee 'l dwell in darkest cipresse groues with elues . No more wee 'l sollace in great Nephtunes hals . No more wee 'l dance at Syluanes festiuals . Because she 's gone , whose glory grac'd our floods , Because she 's gone who honour'd walkes and woods . Thus sung they her along , but come to shore , Where she must leaue them , they nere see her more , They sinke to bottome , either in a swone , Or else themselues ( now loathing life ) to drowne . The Forth and Thames losing their so lou'd - sight , Vow , yearely to renew their woes , that night .

An Epitaph . POwer to doe ill , and practise onely good , Humblest in heart , highest in place and blood , Fairest , and freest from loose-desires in thought , Pleasures to tempt , yet not distain'd in ought : With anxious care , in courage nere deiected , Though cause of ioy , with no vaine-ioy affected . Know Reader , whensoere these lines you scan , Such ( and none such but she ) was our Queene Anne ▪

An Epitaph . A Wife , a Daughter , Sister to a King , Mother to those , whose hopes doe higher spring ▪ Chaste , faire , wise , kind ; first , Crowne-vnited w●r● We knew her such , and held her for no more . That she was more : Gods daughter , and heauens heire , We know , since parted hence , He crownes her there . FINIS .