Prince Henries obsequies or Mournefull elegies vpon his death vvith a supposed inter-locution betweene the ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine. By George Wyther.

PRINCE HENRIES OBSEQVIES OR MOVRNEFVLL ELEGIES VPON HIS DEATH : With

A supposed Inter-locution betweene the Ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine . By George Wyther .

LONDON , Printed by Ed: Allde , for Arthur Iohnson , at the white Horse neere vnto the great North doore of Saint Paul 1612

TO THE WHOLE WORLD IN GENERALL AND MORE PERTICVlarly to the Iles of great Brittaine and Ireland . &c. BIg-swolne with sighes , & almost drown'd with teares My Muse out of a dying traunce vp-reares ; Who yet not able to expresse her moanes , In steede of better vtterance , here groanes . And least my close-breast should her health impaire , Is come amongst you , for to take the ayre , I neede not name the greefes , that on her seaze , Th' are knowne by this , beyond th' Antipodes . But to your view some heauy rounds she brings , That you may beare the burthen , when she sings : And that 's but Woe : which you so high should straine , That heauens vault might Eccho't backe againe , Then , though I haue not striued to seeme witty , Yet read , and reading note , and noting pitty . What though ther 's others show , in this more Art ? I haue as true ; as sorowfull a hart : What though Opinion giue me not a Name , And I was ne're beholding yet to Fame ? Fate would ( perhapps ) my Muse , as yet vnknowne , Should first in Sorrowes liuery be showne . Then , be the witnes of my discontent , And see , if greefes haue made me Eloquent : For here I mourne , for your our publike losse ; And doe my pennance , at the Weeping Crosse. The most sorrowfull G. W.

DEath ( that by stealth did wound Prince H : hart ) Is now tane Captiue , and doth act the part Of one o'recome , by being too too fierce , And lies himselfe dead vnder Henries hearse : He therefore now in Heauenly tunes doth Sing , Hell , wher 's thy triumph ? Death , where is thy Sting ?

Faults escaped .

Elegy 16 read Henry dead ? line 14 read be in hart , Eleg. 23. line 13 r carryes him . El. 2● . l. 1. r my tongue El. 28. l. 14. r hadadrimmon , in the second page of the Iterlocution . li. 5. r with still . line . 8. r vinnaugh . Eleg: 29. line 5 read walkes .

TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE ROBERT Lord Sidney of Penshurst , Vicount Lisle , Lord Chamberlaine to the Queenes Maiestie , and Lord Gouernour of Vlushing , and the Castle of Ramekins . George Wither presents these Elegiak-sonnets , and wisheth double Comfort after his two-fold sorrow .

Anagrams on the name of Sir William Sidney Knight , deceased .

Gulielmus Sidneius En vilis , gelidus sum .

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Ei' nilluge , sidus sum . BEside our great and Vniuersall care , ( Wherein you one of our chiefe sharers are ) To adde more griefe vnto your griefs begunne , Whilst we a Father lost , you lost a Sonne , Whose hapelesse want had more apparant beene , But darkened by the Other 't was vnseene , Which well perceiuing , loth indeed was I , The Memory of one so deare should die : And thereupon I the occasion tooke For to present your Honor with this Booke , ( Vnfained , and true mournefull Elegies , And for our HENRIE , my last Obsequies ) That he , which did your Sonnes late death obscure , Might be the Meane to make his fame endure : But this may but renew your former woe : Indeed and I , might well haue doubted soe , Had not I knowne , that Vertue which did place you Aboue the common sort , did also grace you With guifts of Minde , to make you more excell , And farre more able , Passions rage to quell : You can , and may with moderation moane , For all your comfort is not lost with one , Children you haue , whose Vertues may renew ; The comfort of decaying Hopes in you . Praised be God , for such great blessngs giuing , And happy you , to haue such comforts liuing . Nor doe I thinke it can be rightly sed , You are vnhappy in this One that 's dead : For notwithstanding his first Anagram , Frights , with * * The English ●f his Ana●rams . Behold , now cold , and vile I am : Yet in his last , he seemes more cherefull farre , And Ioyes , with * * The English ●f his Ana●rams . Soft , Mourne not , I am a Starre , Oh great preferment : what could he aspire That was more high , or you could more desire ? Well , since his soule in heau'n such glory hath , My Loue bequeathes his Graue , this Epitaph . Here vnder lies a SIDNEY : And what than ? Dost thinke here lies but relicks of a man ? Know ; ●pitaph . 't is a Cabanet did once include , WIT , BEAVTIE , SWEETNES , COVRT'SEY , FORTITVDE . So let him rest , to Memory still deare , Till his Redeemer in the Clowdes appeare The while , accept his Will , who meaning plaine , Doth neither write for praise , nor hope of Gaine : And now your Teares , and priuate Griefe , forbeare , And turne againe , to this our Publike care . Your Honours true honorer George Wyther .

PRINCE HENRIES OBSEQVIES , OR Mournefull Elegies vpon his death : With A supposed inter-locution betweene the Ghost of Prince Henry and Great Brittaine .

Eleg. 1. NOw that beloued Henries glasse is runne , And the last duties to his body showne , Now that his sad-sad Obsequies be done , And publike sorowes well-nigh ouer-blowne : Now giue me leaue to leaue all Ioyes at one , For a dull Melancholy lonelines ; To pine my selfe with a selfe-pining mone , And fat my greefe with solitarines . For if it be a comfort in distresse , ( As some thinke ) to haue sharers in our woes , Then I desire to be comfortles . My Soule in publike greefe no pleasure knowes . Yea , I could wish , and for that wish would die , That there were none had cause to greeue , but I.

Eleg. 2. For were there none had cause to greeue but I , Twoul'd from my Sorrowes , many sorrowes take ; And I should moane but for ones misery , Where now for thousands , my poore heart doth ake . Bide from me Ioy then , that still from me bid'st , Be present Care , that euer present art . Hide from me Comfort , that at all times hid'st , For I will greeue , with a true-greeuing heart . I le glut my selfe with Sorrow for the nonce , What though my Muse against it once did say Oh beare with my vnbridled Passion once , I hope it shall not yet from vertue stray , Since greefe ▪ for such a losse , at such a season ; May be past measure , but not out of Reason .

Eleg. 3. Why should I for th' infernall Furies hallo ? Call vpon darkenes , and the lonely night ? Or summon vp Minerua , or Apollo : To help me dolefull Elegies endite ? Here needs no mention of the feares of Stix , Of black Cocitus , or such fained stuffe : Those may paint out their greefes , with forc't tricks , That haue not in them reall cause enough ; I neede it not , yet for no priuate Crosse , Droopes my sad soule , nor doe I mourne for fashion , For why ? a generall a publike losse . Kindles within me , a right wofull Passion . Then ( oh alas ) what n●ede hath he to borrow Tht's pintch't already with a feeling sorrow ▪

Eleg. 4. First , for thy losse , poore world-diuided I le , My eyes pay greefes drink-offering of teares : And I set by all other thoughts a while , To feede my minde the better on thy cares . I saw , how happie thou wert but of late In thy sweet Henries hopes , yea I saw too , How thou didst glory in thy blessed state : Which thou indeed hadst cause enough to doe . But , when I saw thee place all thy delight Vpon his worth ; and then , when thou didst place it , ( And thy Ioy almost mounted to her height ) His haples end so suddainely deface it ; Me thought , I felt it goe so neere thy heart , Mine ake't too , with a sympathizing smart .

Eleg. 5. For thee , great Iames , my spouts of sorrow runne , For thee my Muse a heauy song doth sing ; That hast lost more , in loosing of thy Sonne , Then the Greeke Monarkes conquered Persian King . Needes must the paines , that doe disturb the head , Disease the body throughout euery part ; And therefore I might haue bene lopt as dead , If I had had no feeling of this smart ; But oh I greeue : and yet I greeue the lesse , Thy Kingly Guift so well preuail'd to make him Fit for a Crowne of endles happines ; And that it was Iehouah's hand did take him . Who was himselfe a booke for Kings to pore on : And might haue been thy 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉

Eleg: 6. For our faire Queene , my greefe is no lesse mouing , There 's none could ere more iustly boast of childe . For he was kinde , most dutifull , and louing , Most full of manly courage , and yet milde . Me thinkes I see what heauy discontent , Beclowdes her brow , and ouer-shades her eyne : Yea I doe feele her louing heart lament , An earnest thought conueyes the greefe to mine . I see shee notes the sadnes of the Court , Thinks how that here , or there , she saw him last : Remembers his sweet speech , his gracefull sport , And such like things to make her Passions last : But what meane I ? Let greefe my speeches smother , No tongue can tell the Sorrowes of the Mother .

Eleg. 7. Nor thine sweet Charles , nor thine Elizabeth , Though one of you haue gaind a Princedome by 't : The greefe he hath to haue it by the death Of his sole brother , makes his heart deny 't . Yet let not sorrowes black obscuring cloud Quite couer and eclipse all comforts light : Though one faire starre aboue the Spheare doth shrowd Let not the earth be left in darknes quite . Thou Charles art now our Hope , God grant it be More certaine then our last ; we trust it will : Yet we shall haue a louing feare of thee ; The burned childe we see , eu'r dreads fire still . But God loues his ; And Rome although thou threat'st He 's like enough for to be Charles the great'st .

Eleg: 8. Then droope not Charles to make our greefes the more ; God that to scourge vs , tooke away thy brother , To comfort vs againe , kept thee in store : And now I thinke on 't , Fate could doe no other . Thy Father both a Sunne , and Phoenix is , Prince Henry was a Sunne and Phoenix too , And if his Orbe had bene as high as his , His beames had shone as bright's his fathers doe . Nature saw this and tooke him quite away , And now dost thou to be a Phoenix trye ; Well , so thou maist ( no doubt ) another day , But then thy father ( Charles ) or thou must die . For 't was decreed when first the world begunne , Earth should haue but one Phoenix , heauen one Sun .

Eleg: 9. But shall I not bemoane the sad Elector ? Yes Frederick , I needs must greeue for thee : Thou wooest with woe now , but our best protector Giues ioyfull ends where hard beginings be . Had we no showes to welcome thee to Court , No solemne sight , but a sad Funerall ? Is all our former Masking and our sport , Transform'd to sighes ? are all things tragicall ! Had'st thou bene here at Sommer ; or at Spring , Thou should'st not then haue seene vs drooping thus , But now t is Autumne , that spoiles eu'ry thing : Vulgarly term'd the Fall o th' leafe , with vs . And not amisse ; for well may 't be the Fall , That brings downe blossoms , Fruit , leaues , tree & all .

Eleg. 10. Then , Stranger Prince , if thou neglected seeme , And hast not entertainement to thy state : Our loues yet doe not therefore miss-esteeme ; But lay the fault vpon vnhappy Fate . Thou found'st vs glad of thy arriuall here , And saw'st him , whom we lou'd , ( poore wretched Elues ) Say : didst thou ere of one more worthy heare ? No , no , and therefore now we hate our selues . We being then of such a gembereft , Beare with our passions , and since one is gone , And thou-must haue the halfe of what is left ; Oh thinke on vs for good ; when you are gone , And as thou now do'st beare one halfe of 's name ; Help beare our greefe , and share thou all his fame .

Eleg. 11. See , see , faire Princesse , I but nam'd thee yet , Meaning thy woes within my brest to smother : But on my thoughts they doe so liuely beat , As if I heard thee sighing , Oh my Brother : Me thinkes I heare thee calling on his name , With plaining on his too vngentle Fate : And sure , the Sisters were well worthy blame , To shew such spight to one that none did hate . I know thou sometime musest on his face , ( Faire as a womans ; but more manly faire ) Sometime vpon his shape , his speech , and pase , A thousand wayes thy greefes themselues repaire . And oh ! no maruaile , since your sure-pure loues Were neerer dearer then the Turtle Doues .

Eleg. 12. How often , oh how often did he vowe To grace thy ioyfull look-tfor Nuptialls : But oh how wofull , oh how wofull now Will they be made through thy sad Funerals ! All pleasing parlees that betwixt you two , Publike , or priuate , haue exchanged beene , All thou hast heard him promise for to doe , Or by him in his life performed seene , Calls on remembrance : the sweet name of Sister So oft pronounc'd by him seemes to take place , Of Queene and Empresse : now my thoughts doe whisper , Those titles one day shall thy vertues grace . If I speake true , for his sweet sake that 's dead , Seeke how to raise deiected Brittaines head .

Eleg. 13. Seeke how to raise deiected Brittaines head , So shee shall study how to raise vp thine : And now leaue off thy teares in vaine to shed , For why ? to spare them I haue powr'd out mine . Pitty thy selfe , and vs , and mournefull Rhine , That hides his faire banke vnder flouds of griefe , Thy Prince , thy Duke , thy braue Count Palatine : T is time his sorrowes should haue some reliefe . He 's come to be another brother to thee , And helpe thy father to another sonne : He vowes thee all the seruice loue can doe thee ; And though acquaintance hath with griefe begunne , T is but to make you haue the better tast Of the true blisse you shall enioy at last .

Elegi . 14. Thy brother 's well and would not change estates , With any Prince that raignes beneath the Skie : No , not with all the worlds great Potentates , His Plumes haue borne him to eternitie . He raignes o're Saturne now , ●aturn rul'd ●n the houre of his derth . that raign'd o're him ; He feares no Planets dangerous aspect : But doth aboue their constellations clime , And earthly ioyes , and sorrowes both neglect . We saw he had his Spring amongst vs here , He saw his Summer , but he skipt it ouer : And Autumne now hath tane away our deare . The reason 's this , which we may plaine discouer , He shall escape , ( for so Iehouah wils ) The stormy Winter of ensuing ils .

Elegi . 15. I greeue to see the woefull face o th' Court , And for each grieued member of the land ; I greiue for those that make these greifes their sport , And cannot their owne euill vnderstand . I also greiue , to see how vices swarme , And Vertue as despis'd , grow out of date : How they receiue most hurt , that doe least harme , And how poore honest Truth incurreth hate . But more , much more , I grieue that we doe misse The ioy we lately had ; and that he 's gone , Whose liuing presence might haue helpt all this : His euerlasting Absence makes me mone . Yea most I grieue , that Brittans hope is fled , And that her darling , braue Prince Henrie's dead .

Elegi . 16. Prince Henri's dead ! what voice is that we heare ? Am I awake , or dreame I , tell me whether ? If this be true ; if this be true , my deare , Why doe I stay behind thee , to doe either ? Alas my Fate compels me , I must bide To share the mischiefes of this present age , I am ordain'd to liue , till I haue tride The very worst , and vtmost of their rage . But then why mourne I not to open view , In sable robes according to the Rites ? Why is my hat , without a branche of yeugh ? Alas my mind , no complement delights , Because my griefe that Ceremonie lothes , Had rather be sad in heart , then seeme in clothes .

Eleg. 17 Thrise happy had I bene , if I had kept Within the circuit of some little village , In ignorance of Courts and Princes slept , Manuring of an honest halfe-plough tillage : Or else I would I were as young agen , As when Eliza our last Phoenix dide : My childish yeares had not conceiu'd as then , What t' was to loose a Prince so dignifide . But now I know : and what now doth't availe ? Alas , whilst others merry , seele no paine , I melancholy , sit alone and waile : Thus sweetest profit , yeelds the bitterst gaine . Why ? 'cause it came by the forbidden tree : And good things proue not , that ill gotten be .

Eleg. 18. When as the first sad rumour fil'd my eare Of Henries sicknes : an amazing terror Struck through my body , with a shuddring feare , Which I expounded but my frailties error . For though a quicke-misdoubting of the worst , Seem'd to fore-tell my soule , what would ensue : God will forbid , thought I , that such a curst Or ill-presaging thought should fall out true : It cannot sincke into imagination , That He , whose future glories we may see To be at least all Europes expectation , Should in the prime of age dispoiled be ; For if a hope so likely nought auaile vs , It is no wonder if all other faile vs .

Eleg. 19. Againe , when one had forc't vnto my eare , My Prince was dead : although he much protested , I could not with beleefe his sad newes heare : But would haue sworne , and sworne againe , he iested . At such a word , me thought , the towne should sinke , The earth should downe vnto the Center cleaue , Swallowing all in her hell-gaping chincke , And not so much as Sea or Iland leaue . Some Comet , or some monstrous blazing-Starre , Should haue appear'd , or some strange prodigie , Death might haue shownt ' vs though 't had beene a farre That he intended some such tyranny . But God , ( it seemeth ) did thereof dislike , To shew that he will on a sudden strike .

Eleg: 20. Thus vnbeleeuing ; I did oft enquire Of one , of two , of three , and so of many : And still I heard what I did least desire , Yet grounded Hope , would giue no faith to any . Then at the last my heart began to feare , But as I credence to my feares was giuing A voyce of comfort I began to heare : Which to my fruitles Ioy said Henrie's liuing , At that same word , my Hope that was forsaking My heart , and yeilding wholy to despaire ; Reuiued streight , and better courage taking , Her crazed parts , so strongly did repaire , I thought she would haue held it out , but vaine : For oh , ere long , she lost it quite againe .

Elegi . 21. But now wy tongue can neuer make relation , What I sustain'd in my last foughten field ; My minde assailed with a three-fold passion , Hope , Feare , Dispaire , could vnto neither yeeld . Feare wil'd me , for to vew the skies blacke colour , Hope said ; Vpon his hopefull vertues looke : Dispaire shew'd me an vniuersall dolour , Yet fruitles Doubt , my hearts possessiion tooke . But when I saw the Hearse , then I beleeu'd , And taking breath , thus fell to vowelling , Beside , to show I had not causeles greeu'd , I saw a note of his embowelling . There 't was subscrib'd , they found he had no gall , And like enough , for he was sweetnes all .

Eleg. 21. Oh cruell , and insatiable Death ! Would none suffice , would none suffice but he ? What pleasure was it more to stop his breath , Then for to choke , or kill , or poyson me ? My life for his , with thrice three milions more , We would haue giuen as a ransome to thee ; But since thou in his losse hast made vs pore , Foule Tyrant , it shall neuer honor do thee : For thou hast showne thy selfe a spightfull fiend , Yea Death thou didst enuie his happy state , And therefore thoughtst to bring it to an end ; But see , see whereto God hath turnd thy hate . Thou mean'st to marre the blisse he had before : And by thy spight : hast made it ten times more .

Eleg. 23. T is true I know , Death with an equall spurne , The lofty turret , and lowe Cottage beats : And takes impartiall each one in his turne , Yea though he bribes , prayes , promises or threats . Neither Man , bruite , plant , sex , age nor degree Preuailes against his dead-sure striking hand : For then , ere we would thus dispoiled be , All these conioyn'd his fury should withstand . But oh ! vnseene he strikes at vnaware , Disguised like a murthering Iesuite : Friends cannot stop him that in presence are ; And which is worse , when he hath done his spight , He carryes them , so farre away from hence , None liues , that 's able for to fetch him thence .

Eleg. 24. Nor would we now , because we do beleeue His God , to whome indeede he did belong ; To crowne him , where he hath no cause to greeue : Tooke him from death , that sought to do him wrong . But were this deare beloued Prince of ours Liuing in any corner of this All , Though kept by Romes , and Mahomets cheefe powers ; They should not long detaine him there in thrall : We would rake Europe rather , plaine the East , Dispeople the whole Earth before the doome : Stampe halfe to pouder , and fier all the rest ; But for to help vp proud aspiring Rome , Spight of her powder , with our counter-mines , Blowe her aboue the Alpes , or Appenines .

Elegi . 15. But what ? shall we goe now dispute with God , And in our heart vpraid him that 's so iust ? Let 's pray him rather , to withdrawe his rod , Least in his wrath he bruise vs vnto dust . Why should we lay his death to Fate , or times ? I know there hath no second causes bin , But our high-flying-crying-dying crimes , Nay , I can name the chiefest murth'ring sinne : And this it was , how ere it hath bin hid . Trust not ( saith Dauid ) trust not in a Prince : Yet we hope 't lesse , in God I le sweare we did , In ielousie he therfore tooke him hence . Thus we abuse good things , and through our blindnes Haue hurt our selues , and kild our Prince with kindnes .

Elegi . 26. Let all the world come now and share our lot , Come Europe , Asia , Affrica , come all : Mourne English , Irish , Brittish , and mourne Scot , For his , ( no I mistake it ) for our fall . The proppe of Vertue and mankinds delight , Hath fled the earth and quite forsaken vs : We had but of his excellence a sight , To make our longings like to Tantalus . What seeke you in a Man that he enioy'd not ? Wer 't either gift of body or of spirit ; Nay , which is more , what had he , he employ'd not To help his Country , and her loue to merrit ? But see what high preferment Vertues bring , He 's of a seruant now become a King .

Eleg: 27. But soft , I meane not here to blaze his praise , It is a worke too mighty , and requires Many a Pen , and many yeares of daies : My humble quill , to no such taske aspires , Onely I mourne , with deep-deep-sighing grones , Yet could I wish the other might be done ; Though all the Muses were imploy'd at once , And write as long as Helicon would runne , But oh , I feare the Spring 's already drie , Or else why flagges my lazy Muse so lowe ? Why vent I such dull-sprighted Poesy , Surely 't is sunke ; I lye , it is not so : For how is t likely that should want supplies , When all we feed it with our weeping eyes .

Eleg. 28 May not I liken London now to Troy , As she was that same day she lost her Hector ? When proud Achilles spoil'd her of her ioy ( And triumph't on her losses ) being victor ? May not I liken Henrie to that Greeke , That hauing a whole world vnto his share , Entended other worlds to goe and seeke , Oh no ; I may not , they vnworthy are . Say , whereto London ? whereto then shall I Compare that sweet departed Prince , and thee ? Of him the King bewail'd by Ieremie , And sad Megiddon shall thy patterne be . Megiddon said I ? rather no Gehinnon , For thy greefe's more then that of Hadadrinon .

Eleg. 29. You that beheld it , Iosias . when the mornfull traine Past by the wall of his forsaken Parke , Did not the very groue seeme to complaine , With a still murmure , and to looke more darke ? Did not those pleasant wals ( oh pleasing then Whilst there he ( healthfull ) vsed to resort ) Looke like the shades of Death , nere some soule den ? And that place there , where once he kept his Court , Did it not at his parting seeme to sinke ? And all forsake it like a caue of sprights ? Did not the earth beneath his Chariot shrinke , As grieued for the losse of our delights ? Yea his dumb Steed , that erst for none would tary , Pac'd slow , as if he scarce himselfe could cary .

Eleg. 30. But oh ! when it approach't the'mpaled Court , Where Mars himselfe enuid'e his future glory , And whither he in armes did oft resort , My heart conceiued a right tragick story . Whither great Prince , oh whither doest thou goe ! ( Me thought the very place thus seem'd to say ) Why in black roabes art thou attended so ? Doe not , ( oh doe not ) make such hast away . But art thou Captiue , and in tryumph too ? Oh me ! and worse too , liue-les , breath-lesse , dead . How could the monster death this mischiefe do ? Surely the coward took thee in thy bed , For whil'st that thou wert arm'd within my list , He dar'd not meet thee like a Martialist .

Eleg. 31. Alas , who now shall grace my turnaments : Or honor me with deeds of chiualrie ? What shall become of all my merriments , My Ceremonies , showes of Heraldry And other Rites ? who , who shall now adorne Thy Sisters Nuptials with so sweet a presence ? Wilt thou forsake vs , leaue vs quite forlorne ; And of all ioy at once make a defeasance ? Was this the time pickt out by destinie ? Farewell deare Prince then , since thou wilt be gone , In spight of death goe liue eternally , Exempt from sorrow , whil'st we mortalls mone : But this ill happe shall teach me for to feare When wee are ioyful'st , there 's most sorrow nere .

Elig . 32 Then , as he past along you might espie How the grieu'd vulgar that shed many a teare , Cast after , an vnwilling parting eye , As loth to loose the sight they held so deare ; When they had lost the figure of thy face Then they beheld his robes ; his Chariot then ; Which being hid , their looke aim'd at the place Still longing to behold him once agen , But when he was quite past , and they could find No obiect to employ their sight vpon , Sorrow became more busie with the mind , And drew an Armie of sad passions on ; Which made them so particularly mone , Each amongst thousands seem'd as if alone .

Eleg: 33. And well might wee of weakest substance melt , With tender passion for his timeles end , Since ( as it seem'd ) the purer bodies felt Some griefe , for this their sweet departed friend ; The Sunne wrapt vp in clouds of mournfull black , Frown'd as displeas'd , with such a hainous deed , And would haue staid , or turn'd his horses back , If Nature had not forc't him on with speed : Yea and the Heauens wept a pearly dewe , Like very teares , not so as if it rain'd . His Grand-sires tombes as if the stones did rue Our wofull losses ; were with moisture stain'd : Yea ( either 't was my easie mind's beliefe ) Or all things were disposed vnto griefe .

Eleg. 34 Blacke was White-hall . The windowes that did shine , And double glazed were with beauties bright , Which Sun-like erst did dimme the gazers eyne , As if that from within them came the light . Those to my thinking seemed nothing faire , And were obscur'd with woe , as they had beene Hung all with sacke or sable-cloth of haire , Griefe was without , and so 't appear'd within , Great was the multitude , yet quiet tho As if they were attentiue vnto sorrow : The very winds did then forbeare to blowe , The time of night her stilnes seem'd to borrow , Yea all the troupe past slow , as loth to rend The earth that should embrace their Lord and friend .

Eleg. 35. Me thought er'e while I sawe Prince Henries armes , Aduanc't aboue the Capitoll of Rome , And his keine blade , in spight of steele or charmes , Giue many mighty enemies their doome , Yea I had many Hopes , but now I see they are ordain'd to be anothers taske : Yet of the Stewards line a branche shall be T' aduance beyond the Alpes his plumed caske , Then I perhaps , that now tune dole-full layes : Amongst their zealous triumphs may presume For to endite some petty Captaines praise , Meane while I will some other worke assume , Or rather since my hope-fulst patron's dead , Goe to some desert and there hide my head .

Eleg. 36. Had he bene but my Prince and wanted all Those ornaments of Vertue that so grac'd him , My loue and life had both bene at his call , For that his Fortune had aboue vs plac'd him : But his rare hopefulnes , his flying Fame , His knowledge , and his honest pollicie , His courage much admir'd , his very name , His publike loue , and priuate curiesie : Ioyn'd with religious fiermnes , might haue mou'd Pale Enuy to haue prais'd him , and sure he , Had he bene of meane birth ; had bin belou'd : For trust me , his sweet parts so rauish't me , That ( if I erre , yet pardon me therefore ) I lou'd him as my Prince : as Henry more .

Eleg. 37. Me thought his Royall person did fore-tell , A Kingly statelines , from all pride cleare : His looke magistick , seemed to compell All men to loue him rather then to feare . And yet though he were eu'ry good mans ioy , And the alonely comfort of his owne , His very name with terror did annoy , His forraigne foes so farre as he was knowne . Hell droupt for feare , the turkie Mone look't pale , Spaine trembled , and the most tempestious sea ( Where Behemoth the Babylonish Whale , Keepes all his bloudy and imperious plea ) Was swolne with rage , for feare he 'd stop the tide , Of her ore-daring and insulting pride .

Elegi . 38. For amongst diuers Vertues rare to finde , Though many I obseru'd , I markt none more Then in Religion his firme constant minde ; Which I notcht deeply on Remembrance score . And that made Romists for his fortunes sory : When therefore they shall heare of this ill hap , Those Mints of mischieses will extreamely glory , And it may be 't was by a Popish trap . Yet boast not Babel ; thou insultst in vaine , Thou hast not yet obtain'd the victory ; We haue a Prince still , and our King doth raigne , So shall his seede , and their posterity . For know ; God that that loues his , & their good tenders Wil neuer leaue his faith , without defenders .

Eleg. 39. Amidst our sacred sports , that very season , Whilst for our Country and beloued Iames : Preserued from that hell-bred powder-treason ; We rung and sung with showtes , and ioyfull flames : Me thought vpon the suddaine I espide Romes damned fiends , an antique dance beginne : The Furies led it that our blisse enui'de , And at our rites the hell-hounds seem'd to grinne How now thought I ! more plots ! and with that thought Prince Henry ; dead , I plainely hear'd one cry : O Lord ( quoth I ) now they haue that they sought , Yet let not our gladst-day , our sadst-day die . God seem'd to heare , for he to ease our sorrow , Reuiu'd that day , to die againe the morrow .

Eleg. 40. But Brittaine , Brittaine , tell me , O tell me this , What was the reason thy chiefe curse befell So iust vpon the time of thy chiefe blisse ? Dost thou not know it ? heare me then , I le tell : Thou wert not halfe-halfe thankefull for his care And mercy that so well preserued thee , His owne he neuer did so often spare : Yea he thy Lord , himselfe hath serued thee , Yet Laodicea thou , nor hot nor cold Secure , and careles dost not yet repent , Thou wilt be euer ouer-daring bold : Till thou hast vengeance , vpon vengeance hent , But ( oh ) see how Hipocrisie doth raigne : I villaine , that am worst , doe first complaine .

Eleg. 41. A foule consuming Pestilence did waste , And lately spoil'd thee England to thy terror ; But now alas , a greater plague thou hast , Because in time thou could'st not see thy error . Hard Frosts thy fields and Gardens haue deflowred , Hot Summers hath thy fruits Consumption bin , Fier many places of thee hath deuowred , And all fore-warnings to repent thy sinne . Yet still thou didst defer 't and careles sleepe , Which heau'n perceuing with black clouds did frown , And into flouds for very anger weepe , Yea the salt Sea , a part of thee did drowne . Shee drown'd a part ( but oh that part was small ) No teares more salt , haue ouer-whelm'd vs all .

Elegi . 42. Say why was Henryes Herse so glorious ? And his sad Funerall so full of state ? Why went he to his Tombe as one victorious : Seeming as blith , as when he liu'd of late ? What needed all that Cerimonious show ? And that dead-liuing Image which they bare ? Could not Rememberance make vs smart enough , Vnles we did a fresh renew it there ? What was it , but some antique curious rite , Only to feede the vaine beholders eyes To make men in their sorowes more delight , Or may we rather on it moralize ? Yes , yes , it shew'd that though he wanted breath , Yet he should ride in tryumph ouer death .

Eleg. 43. How welcome now would our deare Henry be , After these greefes were he no more then straid ; And thus deem'd dead , but fye what Fantasie , Feedes my vaine thought on ? Fate hath that denai'd . But since he 's gone , we now can call to minde , His latest words , and whereto they did tend : Yea now our blunt capacities can finde , They plainely did prognosticate his end . Beside , we finde out Prophesies of old , And would perswade our selues t was knowe of yore By skilfull Wyzards : and by them fore-told , But then why found we not so much before ? Oh marke this euer , we ne're know our state , Nor see our losse befor it be too late .

Eleg. 44. From passion thus , to passion could I runne , Till I had ouer-runne a world of words , My Muse might she be heard would nere haue done , The subiect , matter infruit affords . But ther 's a meane in all ; with too much grieuing We must not of Gods prouidence despaire Like cursed Pagans , or men vnbeleeuing , T is true , the Hopes that we haue lost were faire : But we beheld him with an outward eye , And though he in our sight most worthy seem'd , Yet God saw more , whose secrets none can spye , And finds another whome we lesse esteem'd : So Iesses eldest Sonnes had most renowne , But little Dauid did obtaine the Crowne .

Eleg. 45. Let vs our trust alone in God repose , Since Princes faile , and maugre Turke or Pope , He will prouide one that shall quaile our foes , We sawe he did it , when we had lesse hope : Let 's place our Ioyes in him and weepe for sinne , Yea let 's in him amend it , and foresee , ( If losse of earthly Hope hath grieuous beene ) How great the losse of heauens true Ioyes may be : This if we doe God will stretch forth his hand , To stop these plagues he did intend to bring , And powre such blessings on this mournfull Land , We shall for IO , Haleluiah sing , And our deare IAMES , if we herein perseuer , Shall haue a Sonne to grace his throane for euer .

AN EPITAPH VPON THE MOST HOPE-FVLL AND ALL-VERTVOVS , Henrie , Prince of Wales . STay Trauailer , and read ; did'st neuer heare In all thy iourneyes any newes nor tales , Of a great Heros , to the world once deare , They cal'd him Henrie the braue Prince of Wales ? Look here , within this little place he lyes , Eu'n he that was the Vniuersall Hope : And almost made this I le Idolatrize , See , he 's contented with a litle scope . And as the Dane that on Southampton strand , Canutus . His Courtiers idle flatteries did chide , ( Who tearm'd him both the God of sea and land ) By shewing he could not command the Tyde : So this , to mocke vaine Hopes , in him began Dide ; and here lyes , to shewe he was a man .

A SVPPOSED INTER-LOCVTION BETWEENE the Spirit of Prince Henrie , and great Brittaine . Bri. Awake braue Prince , thou dost thy country wrong Shake off thy slumber , thou hast slept too long , Open thy eye-lids and raise vp thy head , Thy Country and thy friends suppose thee dead . Looke vp , looke vp , the daies are growne more short , Thy Officers prepare to leaue thy Court . The staines of sorrow are in euery face , And Charles is cald vpon to take thy Place . Awake I say in time , awake the rather , Least Melancholy hurt thy Royall Father . Thy weeping Mother wailes , and wrings her hands , Thy Brother , and thy Sister mourning stands ; The want ' of that sweet company of thine , Inly ●orments the louing Prince of Rhine : The Beauties of the Court are sullied or'e , They seeme not cheerefull as they did before . The heauie Clergie , in their Pulpits mourne , And thy Attendants looke like men forlorne . Once more ( I say ) sweet Prince once more arise , See how the teares haue drowne my watry eyes , All my sweet tunes and former signes of gladnes Are turn'd to Elegies and Songs of sadnes . The Trumpet which still grones makes no rebound , And Dump is all the cheerefull Drum can sound : Thy mournfull Wales with dolefull rumours rings , And Oh Guay Vrimaugh , oh guay vrimaugh sings : Yea Ireland too , as iustly sad as we Cries loud Oh hone , oh hone , my Cram a cree . But more Romes Locusts doe begin to swarme , their courage now with stronger Hopes they arme , And taking hold of this thy Trans-mutation , Thy plot againe to sue for tolleration . Yea Hell to double this , our sorrowes weight Is new contriuing of old Eighty-eight . Come then and stand against it to defend vs : Or else her guile , her plots , or force will end vs . This last-last time sweet Prince I bid thee rise , My Brittans droup already : each man flies , And if thou saue vs not from our great foes , They quickly will effect our ouerthrowes . Oh yet he mooues not vp his liuing head , And now I seare indeed he 's dead . Sp. he 's dead . Brit. What voice was that , which from the vaulted roof , Of my last words did make so plaine a proofe ? What was it seem'd to speake aboue me so , And sayes he 's dead ? wa st Eccho , yea or no. Sp. no. Brit. What is it some dispos'd to flout my mone , Appeare : Hast thou a body , or hast none ? Sp. none . Brit. Sure some illusion , oh what art ? come hither My Princes ghost , or fiend , or neither . Sp. neither . Brit. Indeed his Ghost in heauen rests I know , Art thou some Angel for him , is it so ? Sp. so . Brit. Doe not my Reall greefes with visions feed , In earnest speake , art so indeed ? Sp. indeed . Brit. What power sent thee now into my Coast , Was it my Darling Henry's Ghost ? Sp.'s Ghost . Brit. Th' art welcome then , thy presence ' gratefull is : But tell me , liues he happily in blisse : Sp. y's . Brit. If so much of thee may be vnderstood , Is the intent of this thy comming good ? Sp good . Brit. Say , hath he there the Fame that here he had , Or doth the place vnto his glory add ? Sp. add . Brit. May I demand what thy good errants be ? To whome is that he told to thee ? Sp. to thee . Brit. Oh doth he mind me yet , sweet Spirit say , What is thy message ? I le obey : Sp. Obey . Brit. I will not to my power one tittle misse , Doe but command , and say doe this : Sp. doe this . Brit. But stay , it seemes that thou hast made thy choice , To speake with Eccho's most vnperfect voice : In Plainer-wise declare why thou art sent , That I may heare with more content . Sp. content . The Spirit leaues his Eccho and speakes on . Spirit . THen heare me Brittaine , heare me and beleeue Thy Henries there now where he cannot greeue . He is not subiect to the slye inuasion Of any humane , or corrupted Passion . For then ; ( although he sorrow now forbeares ) He would haue wept himselfe , to see thy teares . But he ; ( as good Saints are ) of ioyes partaker , Is Ielous of the glory of his maker : And though the Saints of Rome may take it to them , ( Much help to their damnation it will do them ) He will not on his Masters right presume Nor his smal'st due vnto himselfe assume . And therefore Brittaine , in the name of God , And on the paine of his reuengfull rod ; He here coniures thee in thy tribulation , To make to God alone thy inuocation : Who tooke him from thee , that but late was liuing , For too much trust , vnto his weaknes giuing . Yet cal'st thou on thy Prince still ; as if he , Could either Sauiour or Redeemer be : Thou tel'st him of the wicked Whore of Rome , As if that he were Iudge to giue her doome . But thou mightst see , were not thy sight so dim Thou mak'st meane-while another Whore of him : For what is t for a Creatures ayde to cry , But spirits whordome ? ( that 's Idolatry ) Their most vnpleasing breath that so invoke , The passage of Iehouah's mercies choke : And therefore if thy sorrowes shall haue end , To God thou must thy whole deuotions bend . Then will thy King , that he leaue off to Mone God hath tane His , yet left him more then one . And that he hath not so seuerely done , As when he crau'd the Hebrewes only sonne , Because , beside this little blessed store , There 's yet a possibility of more . Goe tell the Queene his mother that 's lamenting , There is no cause of that her discontenting . And say there is another in his place , Shall doe his louing Sisters nuptialls grace . Enforme the Palatine , his Nymph of Thame Shall giue his glorious Rhyne a treble fame , But vnto Charles , to whome he leaues his place , Let this related be in any case . Tell him he may a full possession take Of what his brother did so late forsake , But bid him looke what to his place is due , And euery vice in generall eschue : Let him consider why he was his Brother , And plac't aboue so many thousand other . Great honors haue great burthens : if y' are high , The stricter's your account , and the more nigh : Let him shunne flatterers at any hand , And euer firmely in Religion stand . Gird on his sword , call for Iehouah's might , Keepe a good Conscience , fight the Lambs great fight , For when his Father shall surrender make , The Faiths protection he must vnder-take . Then Charles take heede , for thou shalt heare a-far Some cry peace , peace , that haue their hearts on warre . Let Policie Religion obey , But let not Policie , Religion sway : Shut from thy counsells such as haue profest The worship of that Antichristian beast . For howsoe're they dawb't with colours trim , Their hands do beare his mark , their heart 's on him , And though they seeme to seeke the Commons Weale , T is but the Monsters deadly wound to heale . Bannish all Romish Statists , do not suppe , Of that pide-painted Drabbs infectious Cuppe , Yea vse thy vtmost strength , and all thy power To scatter them that would build Babels tower , Thou must sometime be iudge of equitie ; And oft suruey e'ne thine owne family : That at thy table none partaker be , That will not at Christs boord partake with thee : The Lords great day is neere , t is nere at hand , Vnto thy combat see thou brauely stand . For him that ouercomes , Christ keepes a Crowne , And the great'st Conquest hath the great'st renowne . Be mercifull , and yet in mercie iust : Chase from thy Court both wantonnesse and lust : Disguised fashions from the Land casheare , Women may women ; and men men appeare . The wide-wide mouth of the blasphemer teares His passage vnto God , through all the Spheares , Prouoking him , to turne his peace-full word Into a bloudy double-edged sword : But cut his tongue , the Clapper of damnation , He may fright others with his Vlulation . The Drunkard , and Adulterer , from whence Proceeds the cause of dearth and pestilence , Punish with losse of substance , and of limbe , He rather maimed vnto Heauen may climbe Then tumble whole to Hell , and by his sin , Endanger the whole state he liueth in : Downe , downe with pride , and ouerthrowe Ambition ; Grace true deuotion , root out superstition , Loue them that loue the Truth , and Vertue graces , Let Honesty , not wealth , obtaine great places , Begin but such a course , and so perseuer , Thou shalt haue loue here , and true blisse for euer : Thus much for thy new Prince ; now this to thee , Brittaine ; It shall thy charge and dutie be , To tell him now what thou hast heard me say , And when soeuer he commands , obey : So if thou wilt in mind this counsell beare ; Vnto thy state haue due regard and care , And without stay vnto amendment hie , Thou shalt be deare to those , to whome I fly . Brit. Oh stay , and doe not leaue me yet alone . Spi. My errant's at an end , I must be gone . Brit. Goe then , but let me aske one word before . Spi. My speach now failes , I may discourse no more . Brit. Yet let me craue thus much , if so I may , By Eccho thou reply to what I say . Spi. Say . Brit. First tell me , for his sake thou count'st most deare , Is Bables fall and Iacobs rising neare ? Spi. Neare . Brit. Canst thou declare what day that worke shall end , Or rather must we yet attend ? Spi. Attend. Brit. Some land must yeild a Prince , that blow to strike , May I be that same land or no , i's t like ? Spi. Like . Brit. Then therefore t is that Rome beare vs such spight : Is she not not plotting now , to wrong our right : Sp. right Brit. But from her mischiefes and her hands impure Cant'st thou our safe deliuerance assure ? Spi. sure . Brit. Then notwithstanding this late losse befell , And we fear'd much , I trust 't is well . Spi. T is well . Brit. Then fly thou to thy place , if this be true , Thou God be prais'd , and Griefes adue . Spi. Adue .

A Sonnet of Death , composed in Latin Rimes , and Paraphrastically translated into the same kind of verse , both , by the former Author . Heûs heûs , Mors percutit , & importuné , Quam nu nquam praeterit vllus impuné . Abite Medici , non est sanabile Hoc Vulnus 〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉〈◊〉 ; sed incurabile . Harke , harke , Death knocks vs vp , with importunitie , Ther 's none shall euer make boast of impunitie . The Doctor toyles in vaine , mans life 's not durable , No med'cine can preuaile , this wound 's incurable : Quid picti dominûm prosunt fauores ? Ficti quid Hominum iuuant amores ? Nec mundi vanit as , nec Pompa Curiae , Potest resistere Mortis iniuriae . What will the countenance of Lords , or Noble-men Or idle peoples loue , helpe or auaile thee then ? Nor worlds brauerie , nor yet Court vanitie , Can stay this Monsters hand , foe to humanitie . Non Cur at splendidum , nec Venerabile ; Nec pectus candidum quamvis amabile : Decumbunt Principes iniquo vulnere , Heu par cit nemini , quin strauit puluere . He knowes no reuerence , nor cares for any state , Sweet beauties moue him not , though neu'r so delicate , Princes must sto ope to him , he rides on martially , And spares not any man , but strikes impartially . Mercede diuitis nil morat Cupidi , Nec prece pauperit ( si or at ) miseri , Et frustra fallere tentas ingenio . Surda Rethorici Mors est eloquio . The rich-mans money-bagges are no perswasion , The beggers wofull cry , stirres vp no passion , He 'le not beguiled be , by any fallacy , Nor yeild to Rethorick , Wit , Art , nor Policy . Aspectu Pallida , vultu terribilis ; Est tamen valida , Mors inuincibilis : Et su as tibias ( necest formalis ) Vir omnis sequitur , si sit mortalis . His looke's both pale and wan , yet doth it terrifie , He masters any man ( alas what remedy ) He 's nothing curious which way the measures be , But all dance after him , that heare his melodie . At oh ! oh horrida , laetans necando , Ruit incognita ; non scimus quando : Et statim perdîtur , haec mundigloria Vita sic fragilis , sic transitoria . But woe ! of all the rest this seemes most terrible , He comes when we know least , and then , inuisible , Then quite there endeth , all worldly prosperitie , Such is this lifes estate , such his seueritie . Ergo vos incolae , terrarum timidi , Este solicits , vos , oh vos miseri ! Sic quamuis subita , haec écarnalibus , Reddet vos similes , dijs immortalibus . Then oh you wretched men , since this is euident , See you more carefull be , oh be more prouident , And when he takes this life , full of incertaintie ; ●ou shall liue euer more to all eternitie . FINIS .

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