Three precious teares of blood, flowing from the wounded harts of three great French ladies In memory, of the vertues, complaint of the losse, and execration of the murther, of that thrice-worthy monarch, Henry the Great. Now shed againe in English. To three of the most excellent among the excellentest ladies of this little world, and of the greatest.

THREE PRECIOVS TEARES OF BLOOD , Flowing from the wounded harts of three great French Ladies . IN MEMORY , OF THE VERtues , complaint of the losse , and execration of the murther , of that thrice-worthy Monarch , HENRY the Great . Now shed againe in English .

To three of the most excellent among the excellentest Ladies of this little world , and of the greatest .

LONDON Printed at Britaine Burse for Iohn Budge , and are there to be sold at his shop . Anno 1611.

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE , THE COVNTESSE OF DERBIE ▪ MADAME .

YOVR approoued loue to that great house which I most honour , and a true loue more grounded vpon right kindred of vertue , then of blood , which generally maketh you commendable to all the world , challenges yet a more speciall duty of me ; besides that good will you vouchsafe to our Nation . I wish I could witnesse respect and gratefulnesse where I owe it , in a better matter , or of mine owne ; But since I am not able , and yet will not forslow that duty , I giue you that which hath ben giuen me , and with that , the earnest of the earnest seruice which most humbly vowes to you ,

Your Honors Most humble and most to be commanded servant . Δ

Larme premiere , A LA MEMOIRE ET LOVANGE DE CE FAMEVZ MONARQVF , HENRY le grand . 1 COmme vn foudre du Ciel , comme vn torrent de Mars , Ie tonnay , I'étonnay des Hectors auz alarmes , Ie brauay les destins , & l'horreur des hazars , Se rendit hommager à l'honneur de mes armes . 2 Ie retiray mes lis d'vn deluge de sang Qu'vn milion de coeurs enfloit de son carnage , Qui pensant me noyer auz on des de mon flanc , Ie noyay leurs desseins auz flots de mon courage . 3 On arma contre moy l'orgueil des Nations , Mais ce fut l'Ocean qui attaqua Neptune , Car ces vens orageuz furent des Alcions , Pour ancrer le vaisseau de ma bonne fortune . 4 En fin ie suffoquay les goziers renaissans , Et l'Hidre des Francois souz l'amas de mes palmes , Et d'vne douce paiz les Oliuiers croissans , Ombrageoyent le sejour de mes riuages calmes . 5 Attlas sontint l'Olimpe , & moy cet Vnivers Que i'auoy fait courber au faiz de mes Trophées , Les mons n'etoyent pas tant de leurs neiges couuers , Que mes cimes etoyent de mes fleurs etoffeés . 6 Les poles fremissoyent au bruit de mes combas , Et ceuz qui sont souz nous se disoyent ma conqueste , Il ne restoit plus rien de domtable icy bas , A qui ie n'eusse mis le pied dessus la teste . 7 Bref ie ne faisoy plus que prescri●●●es loiz , Mon nom etoit l'obiéct des grandeurs de la terre , Le bon heur me faisoit le Monarque des Roys , Et mon coeur Martial , le Demon de la guerre . 8 Pour mon dernier triomphe il me faloit les cieuz , Mais vn si cher butin ne s'aquiert par la lame , Et la lame pourtant du co●p audacieuz D'vn bras desesperé y a porté mon ame . 9 Voila tousjours l'acier guide de mon destin , Icy bas ce fut luy qui forgea mes victoires , Et puisque les Cesars ont vne mesme fin , L'acier devoit encor me conquerir ces gloires . 10 Puis qu'en ma pompe i'eus vn Ciel de petis Dieuz , Pour couronner de lis la Iunon de ma couche , Il ne me restoit plus que le Nectar des Cieuz Le monde n'ayant plus rien digne de ma bouche . 11 Comme en ce beau sejour l'esprit d'aise transi , Le Dauphin du grand Dien me donnoit vne palme , Mon Dauphin recevoit vne Couronne aussi , Mais la sienne est au cors , & la mienne est en l'ame . 12 Ainsi & Pere & Fils ensemble sont faits Rois , L'vn pour offrir des voeuz au trone de sa gloire , L'autre pour appuyer les Armes de ses Loiz , Et tous deuz pour regner au temple de memoire .

The first teare , IN MEMORY AND PRAISE OF THAT FAMOVS MONARCH , HENRY the Great . 1 LIke thundring Ioue , or like all - conquering Mars , I made great Hectors quake with my alarms , I brau'd the fates , and in my hardest warres Made horror selfe yeeld honor to my armes . 2 I sau'd my Lillies from a crimson flood Of bloody hearts rebellious to my Crowne : They thoght to drown me quite in streams of blood , In streames of courage I their thoughts did drowne . 3 The pride of Nations against me was bent , But like the sea which Neptun's force assayles : For those lowd stormes were but Alcions , sent To fixe the anchor of my peacefull sayles . 4 Vnder the weight of my victorious bayes I crush'd that Hydra which my Fraunce opprest , And gaue my subiects leaue to passe their dayes Vnder the oliue-shades of peace and rest . 5 Attlas , Olimpus ; I this world vpheld , Which I made shrincke vnder my trophees loade : Snow not so thicke lyes vpon mountaynes swel'd As Palms , Bayes , Lillies , on my high abode . 6 The Poles did ttemble at my conquest 's sound , Th' Antipodes did feare my victories , Of all that could be conquer'd on the ground , I made my feete aboue their heade to rise . 7 Thus , did I but prescribe the lawes to things , My name their obiect was that greatest are , My fortune made me Monarch ouer Kings , My martiall heart , the Genius of the warre . 8 For my last triumph heau'n I should haue had , But such a pray's not gotten by the blade , And yet the blade of an audacious mad Thither my soule hath with a stroke conuaide . 9 Behold , how still the steele doth guide my fate , And here cut out my victories below , Now since by steele the Cesars end their state , By steele why should not my last triumphs grow ? 10 A heau'n of little Gods my pompe enioy'd , The Lillies of my Iunoes bed which grac't ; Only of heau'ns sweet Nectar I was void , Earth hauing nothing worthy of my tast . 11 When to this heau'nly rest my sprit did rise , With palme I was by God's great Dolphin crown'd , My little Dolphin had a crowne likewise , His on his head , mine on my soule was found . 12 Thus both at once are Kings , not for one cause , The one to pay his vowes is thron'd in glory , The other to establish armes and lawes , Yet both to raigne in times eternall story .

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE , THE VICOVNTESSE OF CRANBORNE . MADAME .

HErein appeares both the scantnes of my power , hauing nothing of mine owne to present whom I respect ; And the plenteousnes of my desire , rather borowing of others then be wanting to the duties of a feruent affection , neuer so well witnessed but by giuing . But these English verses are already yours by so many reasons , as without to much wrong I cannot alienate them to another . First , they be mine , and I yours ; Mine I say , by free gift , and there is no better title for propriety . Then , they be made at my request , and by such a one , whose worthines makes him yours indeede , yea , of good vse too ; where alas I am yours but in vow and idle thought , without acceptation : I confesse it to my shame , and the further from enuy , the nearer to sorrow . Moreouer , since the rare life , and rarest death of so great a King , written by a Man , was tendered to your Noble Husband ; me thought the complaint for his losse , penned by a Woman , could be no where so well directed as to his deere Wife : Finally , that honor of womankinde ( the more feelingly mourning , because besides the general interest , she was very neere in blood to that deceased Monarch ) being a faire , young , and most excellent Lady , of one of the most ancient and Princely houses , not of Fraunce only , but of all the world , claimes to the full as many qualities , in whomsoeuer her admirable workes must be presented vnto . All which finding no where els in one only subiect , together ; nor all , so plentifully , nor euery one , in so high a degree ; I must needes dedicate them to you , though otherwise ( both by desire , vow and affection to all those you most neerely belong vnto , and to your selfe ) I were not already ,

Your Honours Most humble and most to be commanded seruant . Δ

Larme seconde , COMPLAINTE DE MADAMOYSELLE ANNE DE ROHAN , SVR LA MORT DV GRAND Roy , HENRY IIII. 1 QVoy ? faut-il que HENRY , ce redouté Monarque Ce domteur des humains , soit domté par la Parque ? Que l'oeil qui vit sa gloire , ores voye sa fin ? Que le notre pour luy incessamment degoute ? Et que si peu de terre , enferme dans son sein Celuy qui meritoit de la posseder toute ? 2 Quoy ? faut-il qu' à iamais , nos ioyes soyent eteintes ? Que nos chants & nos riz soient conuertis en plaintes ? Qu'au lieu de notre Roy , le dueil regne en ces lieuz ? Que la douleur nous poigne , & le regret nous serre ? Que sans fin nos soupirs montent dedans les cieuz ? Que sans espoir nos pleurs descendent sur la terre ? 3 Il le faut , on le doit ; Et que pouuons-nous rendre , Que des pleurs assidus à cete auguste cendre ? Arrousons à iamais son triste marbre blanc : Non , non , plutost quittons ces inutiles armes ; Mais puis qu'il fut pour nous prodig●e de son sang , Serions nous bien pour luy , auares de nos larmes ? 4 Quand bien nos yeuz seroient conuertis en fontaines , Ils ne sauroient noyer la moindre de nos peines , On ●panche des pleurs pour vn simple meschef ; Vn deuoir trop commun , bien souuent peu s'estime ▪ Il faut donques mourir auz piez de notre Chef ▪ Son tombeau soit l'autel , & nos cors la victime . 5 Mais qui pourroit mourir ? Les Parques filandieres Dedaignent de toucher à nos moites paupieres , Ayans fermé les yeuz du Prince des guerriers , Atropos de sa proye est par trop glorieuse , Elle peut bien changer ses Cyprez en Lauriers , Puis que de ce vainqueur elle est victorieuse . 6 Puis qu'il nous faut encor , & soupirer & viure Puis que la Parque fuit ceuz qui la veulent suiure , Viuons donc , en plaignant notre rigoureuz sort , Notre bon-heur perdu , notre ioye rauye , Lamentons , soupirons , & iusques à la mort , Temoignons qu'en viuant nous pleurons notre vie . 7 Plaignons , pleurons sans fin cet esprit admirable , Ce iugement parfait , cet humeur agreable , Cet Hercule sans pair , aussi bien que sans peur ; Tant de perfections qu'en louant on soupire , Qui pouuoient asseruir le monde à sa valeur , Si sa rare equité n'eut borné son Empire . 8 Regret●ons , soupirons cette sage Prudence , Cette extreme Bonté , cette rare Vaillance , Ce coeur qui se pouuoit flechir , & non domter ; Vertus de qui la perte est à nous tant amere , Et que ie puis plutot admirer que chanter , Puis qu'à ce grand Achille il faudroit vn Homere . 9 Mais parmy ces vertus , par mes vers publiées , Lairron-nous sa Clemence au rang des oubliées , Qui seulement auoit le pardon pour objet ? Pardon qui rarement an coeur des Rois se 〈◊〉 : En parle l'ennemy , non le loyal sujet , En face le recit qui en a fait l'epreuue . 10 Pourroit-on bien conter le nombre de ses gloires ? Pourroit-on bien nombrer ses insignes victoires ? Non , d'vn si grand discours le dessein est trop haut : On doit louer sans fin , ce qu'on ne peut décrire , Il faut humble se taire , ou parler comme il faut . Et celuy ne dit rien qui ne peut assez dire . 11 Ce Mars dont les vertus furent jadis sans nombre Et que nul n'egaloit , est egal á vne ombre , Le fort a ressenty d' Atropos les effors , Le Vainqueur est gisant dessouz la froide lame , Et le fer infernal qui luy persa le cors , Fait qu'vne âpre douleur nous perse à iamais l'ame . 12 Iadis pour ses beauz faits , nous eleuions nos testes , L'ombre de ses lauriers nous gardoit des tempêtes , La fin de ses combas finissoit notre effroy : Nou-nous prisions tous seuls , nous méprisions les autres Etans plus glorieuz , d'étre sujets du Roy , Que si les autres Rois eussent eté les notres . 13 Maintenant notre gloire est à iamais ternie , Maintenant notre ioye est pour iamais finie , Les Lis sont atterrez , & aue●ques enz : Dafné baisse ch●tiue en terre son visage , Et semble par ce geste , humble autant que piteuz , Ou couronner sa tombe , ou bien luy faire hommage . 14 France , pleure ton Roy qu'vn noir cachot enserre , Roy florissant en paiz , Victorieuz en guerre , Qui conseruoit des tiens , les biens , les libertez ; Iette sans fin des cris , & des larmes non feintes Iusques au bout du monde ; Auz lieuz plus ecartez Où resonnoient ses faits , fay resonner tes plaintes . 15 Modelle de l'honneur , & l'honneur de la France , Reine des Lys Francois , parmy tant de souffrance Votre pleur est sans fin , votre coeur sans confort ; Et le regret cuisant dont votre ame est suiuie Vous fait aussi souuent souhaiter votre mort , Que vos vertus nous font desirer votre vie . 16 Las ! combien est votre ame an dueil abandonnee , Quand vou-vous souuenez de l'heureuse iournee Laquelle innocemment a nos mauz precedé ; Et que sur ce beau chef que le noir enuironne , A si piteusement & si tot succedé Le dueil à l'ornement , le voile à la Couronne . 17 Mais parmy vos douleurs , parmy tant de miseres Gardez-vous , gardez-nous ces siz reliques cheres , Gages de votre amour , espoir en nos malheurs ; Etouffez vos soupirs , sechez votre oeil liquide , Et pour calmer vn iour l'orage de nos pleurs , Soyez de cet Etat le secours & la guide . 18 Belliqueuse Noblesse , vn iour si triomphante , Et par le sort cruel en l'autre , si dolente , Perdant vn si grand Prince , vn pere tant humain , Votre oeil pleure sans fin , & iamais ne sommeille Quand il vous souuiendra du triste lendemain , Qui fut de vos malheurs & le iour & la veille . 19 Endossez le harnois , aiguisez vos épees , Puis les rendez de sang & de Larmes trempees , Cerchez au cle fer , iusques dedans le flanc Des secrets inu●nteurs du traitre parricide ; Emplissez l'Ocean des fleuues de leur sang , Ou mourez ▪ ou vangez la mort de notre Alcide . 20 Reynes du double mont , admirable Neuuaine , Sechez par vos soupirs votre docte fontaine , Puis l'emplissez de pleurs ; afin que les esprits Qui vont rendans leurs voeu● an temple de Memoire , Abreuuez de cete eau , pleurent par leurs écrits Le trepas de celuy , dont ils chantoient la gloire . 21 Arrachez vos lauriers , tant aymez de Minerue , Hé ! pour qui , doctes soeurs , en feriez-vous reserue , Puis que le Chef n'est plus qui les souloit porter ? Que la mort qui vainc tont , a vaincu l' Inuincible ? Ne cessez , cher troupeau , de plaindre & lamenter , Et pour être immortel , ne soyez impassible . 22 Mais quoy ? pourrions-nous bien vous prescrire des larmes ? Ne vous seruez-vous pas de ces liquides armes , Pour combatre l'ennuy qui nous accable tous ? De nos extremes mauz , vos regrets sont extremes , Vous pleurez de pitié quand vous songez à nous . Vous pleurez de douleur en pensant à vou-mesmes . 23 Que les ro●s soient emus , de nos larmes non feintes , Que les mons & les bois ne resonnent que plaintes , Que les pleurs des voisins , montrent leur desespoir ; Qu'euz & nous lamentions , par cette piteuse onde , Nous d' auoir trop peu vn , euz de n'auoir pu voir La Gloire des Francois , le Miracle du monde . 22 Mais quoy ? sans fin , sans fruit , nos humides paupieres Feront-elles couler des piteuses riuieres ? Les ans n'en pourront-ils faire arréterle cours ? Nos bouches à l'enuy plain dront-elles sans cesse ? Et nos coeurs sang lot ans , seront-ils pour tousiours Esclaues du malheur , hôtes de la tristesse ? 25 Ouy , nous plaindrons sans fin ; Hé ! quel Scyth● denie A des maus infinis , vne plainte infinie ? Montrons d'vn rare Prince vn regret non commun , Ou viuons pour le plaindre , ou mourons pour le suiure , Soit viuans , soit mourans , temoignons à chacun Qu'en cessant de pleurer nous cesserons de viure .

The second teare , A COMPLAINT OF THE RIGHT HONORABLE , THE LADY ANNE OF ROHAN , VPON THE DEATH of that great King , HENRY the fourth . 1 MVst great redoubted HENRY , ô must he That aw'd & tam'd men , now be tam'd by death ? Must we that saw his glory , his end see ? And spend in showers our teares , in sighs our breath ? O must so little earth hold him , whose merit Suffis'd , that he the whole earth should inherit ? 2 Must all our ioyes euer extinct remaine ? Must mirth and musick turne to sad lament ? In place of such a King , must sorrow raigne ? Must anguish pearce our soules , greefe our harts rent ? While endles sighs are towards heau'n exhaling , Must hopeles teares still on the earth be falling ? 3 They must , they ought ; what tribute can we pay His sacred ashes , but our teares ? most fit To sprinckle the sad marble , wherein they Repose ; No , no , such helples helps let 's quit ; Yet since his blood he spared not , vs to pleasure , Shall we spate to spend teares , so poore a treasure ? 4 Should our distilling eyes to fountaines tourne , Of all our greefs they would not drowne the lest ; With teares for each light cause we lightly mourne , And common things are seldome in request : Then dye we must , nought els is worth the proffring , His tombe the Altar , we must be the offring . 5 But who can dye ? the spinning destinies Disdaine to touch our moistened eyes , now they Haue clos'd his , whose great hart did death despise ; Pale Atropos proud of so rich a pray May beare for Cypres , Bayes ; a change most glorious , Since she proues victor of the most victorious . 6 Since we must yet lament , and liue ; since fate Attends them least that doe pursue it most ; O let vs liue lamenting our hard state , Our ioy bereft vs , and our comfort lost ; Let 's greeue , weepe , sigh , this testimony giuing Till death , that we bewaile our life in liuing . 7 Let 's mourne to loose that spirit so admirde , That perfect iudgement , that sweet Noblenes , That Peerles , Fearles Hercules , inspirde With more perfections then words can expresse ; Who would haue brought the world in his subiection , But that his iustice bounded his affection . 8 Let 's mourne that that graue wisdome so should end , That best of goodnes , that great valiant minde , That hart that knew not how to breake , though bend ; Deere parts , whose vse we had , whose losse we finde : I rather can admire then sing their glory , Such an Achilles fits an Homers story . 9 But in the throng of vertues mustred here , Shall his rare Clemency in silence rest , Which pardon only held for object deere , Pardon so seldome lodg'd in Princes breast ? This ask's not his friends , but his foe's expression , Let them that made proofe of it make confession . 10 Who can the number of his acts recount ? His famous victories who can set forth ? Their due discourse doth my poore power surmount , No end of praise where is no end of worth ; Silence should still be kept , or wisely broken , He speakes nought who speakes not , what should be spoken . 11 That man for his perfections numberles , Like none aliue , is now but like the dead ; The strong hath found his strength then deaths strength les , The Conqueror now conquer'd lies in lead : Th' infernall steele that pierc'd without compassion His royall flesh , hath pierc'd our soules with passion . 12 His acts made vs our heads aloft to reare , His laurels shades did vs from tempests shroud , The end of his fights ended all our feares , We scorning others of our selues were proud ; Prouder to liue in such a Kings subjection , Then to haue subject Kings in our protection . 13 Our glory now we withring dying see , Now are our joyes for euer finished , Our Flour-de-luces buryed , with them we ; Sad Daphne hanging her triumphant head In humble pittifull respect vnto him , Seemes she will crowne his tombe , or homage doe him . 14 Deare France bewaile thy King , thy King of late Blest in his peace , victorious in his warres , Conseruer of thy freedome , goods and state , Ceaselesse cry out , powre out vnfained teares ; As farre as earth hath earth for mans remaining , As farre as his name rings , ring out thy playning . 15 Modell of honour , honour of our France , Queene of the Flower-de-luces , in these woes Your teares are without stop , your sufferance Without redresse ; your griefe that no end knowes Makes you as often wish your life expired , As your life for your vertues is desired . 16 Oh! how your soule to griefe abandon'd lyes , When you but thinke on that thrice-blessed day Which harmeles did precede our miseries , How on that faire head , where you now display Sad blacke , you should be seene so quickly turning A rich crowne to a vaile , splendor to mourning . 17 But , ô amidst your woes , your wounding cares , Those six deare reliques , pledges of your loue , Saue for your selfe , for vs , to slacke our feares ; So cease to sigh , to weepe , and cares remoue , And in those seas of griefe better to cleare vs From stormes of teares , be you our guide to steere vs . 18 Warlike Nobility , you that one day , Triumphant were ; the next , by fa●e deprest ; Your King , your Father , your deare Countries stay , Thus ost , weepe still and barre your eyes their rest ; While you remember that blacke dismall morrow , The day and eue to the cause of your sorrow . 19 Clap on your armour , whet your swords , and then Yet moist with teares , steepe them in blood of foe● , Pierce to the hearts of those damn'd monster-men From whose inuention such destruction flowes ; With riuers of their blood th' Ocean filling , Dye or reuenge our great Alcides killing . 20 Queenes of the forked mount , admired nine , O with your sighs your learned fountaines dry , Then fill againe with teares , that those diuine Spirits that pay their vowes to memory , Tasting those drops , may with teares sing the story Of his death , of whose life they sung the glory . 21 Teare downe your bayes , Minervaes sacred boughs , For whom ( wise brood ) are they preserued by you ? He 's gone that wont with them beguirt his browes Whom none could vanquish , death hath vanquisht now , Cease not ( deare troupe ) to shew in saddest fashion , Immortall though you be , that you haue passion . 22 But shall we dare prescribe your teares their ▪ course ? Doe you not make vse of those liquid armes To combate sorrowes ouermastring force ? Extreame your greefes are for our extreame harmes ; Thinking on vs , you teares of pitty borrow , When you thinke on your selues , teares spring of sorrow . 23 O let your plaints the rocks to pitty moue , Let mountaines , vallyes , woods resound our cryes , Let neighbours teares their desprat state approue , Let them and vs lament ; They , that their eyes Saw not at all ; We , lesse then we desired The glory of the French , the world s admired . 24 But shall our fruitles teares nere cease ? shall they Like riuers from our moist eyes euer flow ? Shall no time their impetuous current stay ? Shall we still striue who lowdest cryes can throw ? And shall our throbbing harts be still remaining Slaues to mishap , dull sadnes intertaining . 25 O I , let 's ceaseles waile , what Scithian hart Can endles plaints to endles woes denie ? For such a King let 's act greefes liueliest part , Let 's liue his mourners or his folowers dye ; Liuing or dying let 's not greefe diminish , Till life and greefe shall at one instant finish .

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE , THE LADY CLIFFORD . MADAME .

I Must needes be faithfull to my grounds : Once I remember I chose you all for my Zodiacke , though but foure ; yet foure such , whose light could not be lesse worth then for twelue : And wonderful great must that great light be indeed , whose glorious beames I haue seene euen from Fraunce , euen through mine eares , though mine eyes could not as yet be so happy , as to looke vpon your faces . I thanke God that according to my wish , there hath been so brightfull a starr since added to your number , and so good an order taken for the filling vp of that want , which then I was bold to marke in that faire circle . No doubt but by these fortunate coniunctions , there will arise such a quantity of new Planets vpon our Orizon ; of worthy Knights ( no lesse then Castor and Pollux ) of braue Lyons , of faire Virgins , and other bright shining starres ; as too farre exceeding one Zodiacke , they shall wander farre and wide from this English heauen through the remote clymes of this world , where your famous name and fame will shine for euer . In the meane time ioying and wondering at so much light as there is , let this serue me towards you and to all the world , still for a witnes ( though small ) of my sincerest zeale ( though hitherto but vaine and without fruit ) how farre I am , or rather would be ,

Your Honours Most humble and most to be commanded seruant Δ

Larme troisieme , EN EXECRATION DV MEVRTRE DV GRAND Roy , HENRY , IIII. 1 EXecrable Assas●in dont l'enfer avorta , Parricide public que Megere alaita , Horreur de la Nature ; Organe de Satan retourne desormais An fons du mesme enfer , hurler à tout Iamais Pour telle forfaiture . 2 Que là tant de malheurs que vient sur nous versant Ton sacrilege bras , tant de larmes de sang Que tu nous fais repandre , En tes propres tourmens aillent se transformer , Sans que Iamais serpent se puisse r'animer , , De ta maudite cendre . 3 Par toi le Monde est veuf d'vn Roy , dont le Soleil Depuis qu'il fut creé n'a point veu de pareil Entre les grands & iustes ; Qui de guerre & de Paiz a cultivé les ars , Plus magnifiquement que tous ces vieu● Cesars , Qui sont les plus Augustes . 4 ROY , duquel la sagesse a de loin surpassé Tous les chefs couronnez qui l'avoient devancé ; Dont la douceur immense Tousjours accompagna la grave Majesté , Seul semblable à soi-mesme , en Candeur , en Bonté , Foi , Valeur & Clemence . 5 Mais tu n'as seul commis cet ●nique forfait , Le mal , que trop souvent chacun de nou● a fait , Et l'impie doctrine , De vous ▪ qui les sujets des Princes seduisez , Et sans cesse contr'eus vos couteauz éguisez , On t navré sa poitrine . 6 Encor pour augmenter nos extremes douleurs , Nos immortels regrets ▪ nos excessifs malheurs , Sont aggravez d'un autre ; Cest qu'a vos attentats trop bon il pardonna , Que par trop liberal son coeur il vous donna , Sans qu'il ait eu le votre . 7 Et que d'vn si grand Roy ( sous lequel a tremblé De tous les plus grans Rois le pouvoir assemblé ) La preciense vie , Qui rendoit bien-heureus tant & tant de mortels , Pour seruir de victime à vos sanglans aut●ls , Nous soit ainsi ravie , 8 RIONE , de qui le ciel tira le rameau d'or , Ce Prince , és yeuz duquel nous reuoyons encor L'Image vive & belle Du grand Roy votre epous , puissiez-vous bien garder Vos cotez & les siens , des cous que ●ait d●●der Cette secte cruelle . 9 N'approchant point de vous ces Hydres si hydeus , Et vos dens , & vos coeurs seront garentis d'eus , Leur venin si funeste , N'a pour contre-poison excellent , que le soin De s'en contre-garder en s'en tenant bien loin Ainsi que de la peste . 10 TVTRICE du Royaume , & du Roy , qui seruez De Mere à tous les deus , tous les deus preseruez De ce mal , sans attendre Que par vn coup troisiéme on nous aille egorger , Et qu'un dernier malheur nous venant saccager Mette l'Etat en cendre . 11 DIEV , qui de notre ROINE as le chef couronné , Qui de ta main l'as ointe , & qui lui as donné Des graces si parfaites ; Ren sa gloire immortelle , en faisant que nos Rois Regnent à l'avenir surement par les lois Que sage elle aura faites . 12 Et comme tu as pu d'invisibles aimans Convertir en amour d●s divers Elemens La discorde ancienne ; D'indissolubles noeus ●train les volontez , Et tous les coeurs Francois envers leurs Magestez , O● nous voyons la tienne . 13 Afin qu à ce deuoir tous nos voeus addressez Iamais en cet Etat nous ne soyons poussez . De passions contraires ; Mais qu'en notre patrie , aus Spartains ressemblans , Nous allions en un coeur tous nos coeurs rassemblans Ainsi que plusieurs freres . 14 Et que tout ce qui reste aujourd'huy de bon sang Dans cette Monarchie , en vn se ramassant Plus genereuz , ne cesse ( Vangeant d'vn si bon Roy le cher sang repandu ) De mieuz garder son coeur , puis qu'il nous l'a rendu . En ce fis qu'il nous laisse . 15 Auquel tant de vertus , croissantes à l'envi Rendront incessamment si fort sujette à lus La fortune prospere , Qu'en peu d'ans & par tout sa dextre plantera Les triomphans lauriers , que sans fin produira Le tombeau de son Pere .

The third teare , IN EXECRATION OF THE MVRTHER of that great King , HENRY the fourth . 1 DAmn'd murtherer , ô ●els abortiue curst , Parricide of vs all , by ●uries nurst , Horror of Nature , hence ; Instrument of Sathan , forthwith returne To thy first depth , where euer howling mourne For thy hainous offence . 2 As many plagues as here thy false hand powers On vs , as many teares of bloud in showers As still thou mak'st vs spend , Fall to thy torments there ; in such a wise As from thy cursed ashes neuer rise Another such a fend . 3 Thou rob'st the world of such a King , whose peare For Iustice and for power did nere appeare Vnder the sunnes faire eye ; Such an Artist as well in peace and warre , Beyond the bruit of those old Cesars , ●arre Of famous memory . 4 A King whose worth no little doth surpas All their crown'd heads , whose raigne before his was ; Whose wonderfull meeknes , Went still combin'd with Royall Maiesty , Like his braue selfe alone , in purity , Truth , faith , valor , goodnes . 5 Yet this foule part thou actest not alone , The sins by each to often done , And that most impious ground Of you , that subiects harts from Kings seduce , Whetting your kniues to breake that loyall truce , His royall breast did wound . 6 More to augment our harts extreamely bleeding , Our neuer dying sorrowes , greefes exceeding , This added is to ours ; That he , to kinde , must your attempts forgiue , By much to kind , his hart to you must giue , Yet neuer could haue yours . 7 That this great King ( vnder whose pow'r did quake The greatest pow'r the greatest Kings could make ) His life so highly prised ; That life which hath so many happy made , Should on your bloody altars now be laide , Thus to be sacrificed . 8 Deare Queene , from whom heau'n pluck't this branch of Gold Our Prince , in whose eyes yet we faire behold Those worthy liuing parts Of that great King your husband , O protect Your sides and his , from that so cruell sect , To expect at these darts . 9 Those Hidraes must not come where you reside , So shall your teeth and harts at rest abide , Their poison will infest ▪ Without your care , there 's no such Antitode As is to keepe your selues alwaies remote From them as from the pest . 10 Our Kingdome and Kings Guardian , you that serue As mother to them both , then both preserue From mischiefe without staying ; Least by a third stroake we , our state and all , Vnhappily at length to ruine fall By your to kind delaying . 11 O God , which with thy hand vpon her head Hast set her Crowne , and thine oyle on her shed , Granting her so great grace ; Make her name liue , as she shall be the cause Our Kings may raigne in peace by her wise lawes , When thou bring'st them in place . 12 And as thou hast by adamants vnknowne Drawne Elements from Enemies to one , As we see them agree ; So Lord , vnite each Frenchmans hart and minde , That fast their loue to their kings they may binde , In whose face thine we see . 13 That to this end all our endeauours tending , Our wils may neuer in this realme be bending To any factious passion ; But Spartan-like our Country vndeuided All our harts knit may as one hart be guided , In a brotherly fashion . 14 And that the rest of all our gen'rous blood , Within this Realme may now become one flood Not stopping , till we find Meanes to reuenge our good Kings deare blood shed , And keepe his hart more safe ( restor'd though dead ) In this sonne left behind . 15 In whom such vertue doth already grow , As it shall make proude fortune stoope and know Subiection to his worth ; And thus in time his planting hand shall fill The world with those victorious bayes , which still His fathers tombe brings forth .

FINIS .