Tvvo elegies consecrated to the neuer-dying memorie of the most worthily admyred; most hartily loued; and generally bewayled prince; Henry Prince of Wales.

A FVNERALL ELEGIE ON THE PRINCE . THose baser mindes , vnknowing , sensuall , rude , That measure contraries indifferently ; Whose Summumbonum is their sleepe and food , Preferring moments , to Eternitie ; That GOOD , in ILL ; and Soule , in Sence include ; And beare no part in publique Miserie : May well bee call'd that many-headed Beast ; The spawne of Earth , and lumpe but indigest . And such , wise NATVRE keepes in desperate care With hopelesse things ; that tho opprest with want , Yet ioy in griefe ; are hopefull in despayre ; And mortall in Affects , as Ignorant ; They feele no motion , nor doe beare a share In that mayne Cause which all good mindes doth daunt ; Sad Brittanes losse ; DEATHS mayme , whose terrour May mixe our Teares , with cares ; and griefe with horror . But who , of gentle SPIRIT , and softned HART , Or who of Knowledge , and the mindes discourse , One out of NATVRE ; th' other out of ART , That doe not plunge themselues in Sorrowes sowrse ? For these true qualities should beare a part ; NATVRE breedes Tendernesse ; KNOWLEDGE Remorse , Remorse breeds sorrow ; Sorrow SENCE confounding With drearie Passion , and Harts deepest wounding . And eu'n as from some strange , and ioyfull Cause Proceeds oft times effects quite contrary , Which by ( confusion of the Organ ) drawes The Mirth to Teares : so DEATH ( prepostrously ) To snatch a Kingdomes hope , gainst Natures Lawes So Deare , so Young ; begets extremitie Beyond Loues ordinary course of teares , Such Passion swallowes Pitie vp in Feares . Then if in Cause so weighty , teares so light , Expresse not these effects of gentle kinde ; Colde moues in meane ; but nums vs with much might ; And brightnesse ouer-great may strike vs blinde : So in extreames in NATVRE put to flight , Which lodged in the Center of the Minde , Drawes in teares moysture Sorrow to supply , Least hart being burnt to Cinders , Passion dye , Then in the depth of SENCE , my zeale-fraught brest , Wounded with griefe and straining drops of BLOOD , Opening a vent to giue my Passion rest , Yeeld tributary streames to TIMES vast FLOOD . Worke LOVE , swell Seas ; may that MVSE ne're be blest , That drownes his WIT in standing Lake of mud : But Pegase Hoofes strike learned Helicon , Whose Riuelets now may runne through ALBION . And as a liquid substance whiles one bent To hold it fast , by thinnesse apt to runne , Is easier lost , and rather findeth vent By harder handling and compression : So worthier WITS within the Braine being pent , Breaking the bounds of such contraction , Rebound aboue their EARTH , that holds in vaine , The fluent Numbers of their rauishing Straine . In TAGVS then some Swannet dip his Pen , And of this EAGLET-Issue sing the Fame ; Renue his FIGVRE in the hearts of men , Charme stupid SENCE ; your Spell is in his NAME : And tho this PHOENIX ( fled from any ken ) Haue sacrificed his LIFE in Funerall Flame , A POETS Magicke yet , preuailes in death ; Adds LIFE to Vertue ; and giues Honor Breath . In morall TRVTH some later Poets faine , How when we leaue this vaile of misery , That Time giues Abstracts , which our names containe , Which flickering Fowle , that about Lethe flye , Catch in their Beakes , but let them fall againe , Such are rude men that drowne all memory ; But if a Swan doe get a Heroes name , He consecrates it straight t'immortall Fame . Yee Isis Swannes then let not Lethes Fowles Prophane his name ; but may this PRINCES glory ( Which Enuy , Lethe , Time , or Age controls ) Be sung of you in a Mineruall story : Let this Fames Sunne through this round Transitory Shine , and ne're set ; and fixed like the Poles , Whiles some stout Atlas props his heauenly frame , Let men ( like Spheres ) moue round about the same . But I , in WIT the weak'st ; in ART the least ; Knowing his death would cause the Muses slaine , In will ( tho not in skill ) strong as the best , Doe giue my Tincture to their purer graine : And tho I bring but ground-worke to the rest , That must erect this Trophe to his name , I shall be proud yet to haue had a hand , Vpon the Bases , where their Columbs stand . Then faire POSTERITIE heau'ns Arbitresse ( That in Eternall Characters enrolles Those Worthies , rapt from Earths vnworthinesse , Through the diuine impulsion of their soules ) Receaue his memory which our zeales expresse , Deepely remembred in the Thespian bowles : That Times insatiate Orque ( with kingdomes fed ) May on his Ruines haue his name be red . When first in child-hood NATVRE sway'd his State , ( All diligent Culture vs'd to Vertues Roote ) So soone he had disclos'd the hidden Gate , That his high SPIRIT tooke wing in stead of foote ; His timelinesse did so preuent his date , That ere the Flowre was look't for came the fruit : Thus Time in him gaue spurre to Natures speed , And high-borne thoughts his height of birth exceed . In him Earths DEITIE , with Heau'ns combin'd , To shew their vtmost cunning in a CREATVRE ; The Humors , and the Elements enclin'd To giue to him heau'n pointed forme and stature ; And GOD ( by his rich Dowrie of the minde ) Render'd his Vertue Angell like in NATVRE ; And then but shewed the world their Artfull Prize , Then shut him vp againe from mortall eyes . His LIFE , and LIVES delight , was harmonie ; Whose Organs and whose Instruments were found Vpon his PARTS in contrarietie , To make sweete Musique vpon NATVRES ground : But TIME too timelesse in this Sympathie , Hasting his Cloze , this heau'nly SPIRIT hath wound Vp to the Spheres , and Orbs Celestiall , HEE was in NATVRE so Angelicall . His PRACTISE was ( with more then manly awe ) To sway the Scepter of his worlds Designes ; Where by an vpright hand he sought to draw Through all his actions , paralells and lines , Measur'd by IVSTICE , and by REASONS Law : No sence perturbs , no passion vndermines His glorious state , but kept his SOVLE a shrine Burning in zeale of truth , and deeds Diuine . His TIME by equall portions he diuided Betweene his bookes and th' exercise of warre : ( Warre , the Tribunall seate where are decided The rights of KINGS : and studies that from farre Suruey the TIMES , how wandring and misguided ) That Mars with wits Minerua seem'd at iarre , Which of them both should sway his Princely Hart , Th' one with sterne Armes ; the other with milde Art . Vpon PERNASSVS Mount he tooke his stand , A prospect faire of all discouerie ; ( For nothing secret in Starres , Sea , or Land , Can be concealed from learnings clearest eye ) Here would HEE contemplate , and cast beyond The TIMES HORISON , to Eternitie : There might he satiate his Thirst , for nothing can ( Excepting GOD ) feede full the minde of MAN . And he that knew the MVSES still t' inherit The Prime and Priuiledge of the golden AGE , ( Where heau'nly Pleasure , Honor , and faire-Merit , Enflame Desier with an holy Rage ) HEE still embrac'd them : yet his firie SPIRIT To GLORIES aime , so much he did engage , ( Preuenting or Presaging things to come ) He vs'd his EARES to Trumpet , Fife and Drumme . And like as when the VIGILL of the night , ( After the Starry RING had mou'd their course ) Proclaimes the Day ; and then the GOD of Light ( Rous'd from his Couch ) doth mount his firie Horse : So our FAMES SONNE , with no lesse wished sight ( After his War-like summons ) he would force Rest from his BED , and at those wish't Alar'ms Mount his hot Steede , shining in glorious Armes . HEE knew that Armes was th' exercise of KINGS ; The spurre to Fame , roote of NOBILITIES Hee knew his BIRTH and SPIRIT had lent him wings To mount the pitch of all his AVNCESTRIE : Hee likewise knew Fames Trumpet neuer rings Of delicate Courtship , but with Infamy ; Hee knew that Souldiers vs'd n'affected words , Whose Tongues are speares , their Oratory swords . By Warres fayre shadow , his discoursiue Thought Discernd the substance , and admyr'd the Face ; Bellona was his GODDESSE , whom he sought With Knightly valour , more then courtly grace : Th' Impression of whose Figure so much wrought , That he would front her manly , and enchace Vpon her sternest Brow , his temper'd steele ; ARMES had his Hart ; when LOVE had scarse his Heele . Not Canopies , but Tents tooke his DESIRE , Not Courts , but Camps ; nor could the courtliest dames ( Though they shot Eye-bals wrapt in CVPIDS fire ) Pierce his steel'd Brest : but Bullets roll'd in Flames , From thundring Cannons , had more powre t' inspire ; Where Townes for markes ; & Crownes do stand for games ; Where Foes subdu'd , for right of Kingdomes wrongs , HONOVR might blaze with shield of golden Tongues . These were the Subiects of our PRINCES Aime ; A plumed Caske , a Speare , a Sword , a Shield ; Kingdomes his hope ; Olympicke wreaths his Chaine ; Barriers his practise , and the course of Field ; We look't HEE should haue impt the wings of FAME ; Charm'd Death , ruld FATE , and made proud Fortune yeeld , And Lion-like haue forrag'do're the EARTH To hunt his prey , and Crowne his NAME and BIRTH . For who suggested not this rauisht minde , To see him Careere , and weilde his Launce , What future TIMES such promising hope might finde , How like HEE was this Kingdome to aduance ? Who would haue thought a SPIRIT vnconfin'd , Should not haue triumph't ouer Death and Chance ? And o'resome vanquish't FOE , in crymson Flood , Be crown'd on Horse-backe sweating dewes of Blood ? And who ( in his Praeludium ) did not see ( Pent in the CHAOS of his manly Frame ) The spirit of Cyrus in Minoritie , In boundlesse hope , and in a soundlesse Aime ; And in contention for Prioritie ; Not Alexander for th' Olympian Game , Could shew more heartie thirst , and actiue Fire , Then he would doe in his vnquench't Desire . In State Designes , how full of State , and slow ? In Thoughts searene ; in Cariage graue and wise ; His speech a Current braunch't from NATVRES Flow ; In Countnance , SAGE ; Maiesticke in his Eyes : As if in HIM he would let States-men know , A PRINCES Wisdome not in wrinckles lies : GOD measures not his GIFTS by Age or yeares , His SENCE was hoarie , although greene his Haires . In him was drawne the Modell of a State ; From Reason , Wrath , Desire , or Industrie ; Reason , to Gouernment proportionate ; Desire , to Trades ; and Wrath , to Souldierie ; To range these powres , three VERTVES destinate ; Wisdome with Fortitude , and Pietie : Those three thus order'd States make Realmes compleate , As these three VERTVES , Princes good , and great . He was the griefe of FOES : And eu'n as fire Being newly kindled , ere it can burne bright Or'e-comes the smoke , and then it doth aspire , And out of vapor shewes his proper light : So VERTVE ( Enuies obiect ) doth acquire ( Mauger malignant Humors of despite ) His natiue LVSTER● ▪ so our PRINCE ( Diuine ) From Foe-mens fume , would make his FAME to shine . He knew himselfe : no flattering Glasse could giue So sooth'd a humor , or so smooth , a face , That he would not discerne ; he striu'd to liue T' establish TRVTH in Hart ; as Powre in Place : From each of these his knowledge did deriue Such equall right , which had so faire a grace , That TITLES prou'd but Instruments to praise , VERTVE was Agent , and still wore the Bayes . His virtuall Impressions could rebate The venemous BANE of whoorish Flattery ; Which like a SYREN lurkes in surging State , To sing great PRINCES to their Infamy ; Which liuing deadnesse he so seem'd to hate , That in the winde-swolne seas of Maiestie , TRVTH stear'd his course , and kept his BARKE from harmes ; He had Vlisses powre gainst Circes Charmes . The hope of HIM , made frozen VERTVE burne , Which tooke fresh feruor from his Kingling fire ; To him all IRON harts began to turne ; For he was Load-stone to all Harts desire : For HIM all Sexes and Degrees doe mourne ; And euer shall we ( till our Breathes expire ) Embalme his VERTVES , and vpon his vrne In LOVES sweete Incense , neuer cease to burne . What TYPES can WIT deuise shall now be wanting ? Yet who his HONORS perfectly can blaze ? What Heart , Tongue , Pen , thinkes , speakes , writes , without scanting His full proportion of immensiue Praise ? But O thy FATE , when now our hopes were planting , To turne to Funerall Cypresse , Ioyfull Bayes , It reaues my Sence : he was too faire to flourish ; Too soone too ripe , and therefore like to perish . Why did the Parcoe cut his vnspun thred ? His SPIRIT of Fire t' his Element aspir'd : Was that the cause ? why liue we , he being dead ? We are forlorne , and he too much desier'd : Our full-fed hopes were surfeited , and bred A new disease ; and he we so admir'd , First tooke th' Infection , and bequeath'd his Breath , Then we were cause of his vntimely Death . And as a couetous Miser , midst his wealth , Fats in his IOY , then pines in thirst of more ; So our rich hopes in HIM empair'd loyes health , And in abundance , we grew staru'd , and poore : Then TIME and DEATH that exercise their stealth Vpon the Things wherein we set most store , As th' Instruments of FATE , hauerob'd vs quite , For Heau'n is Iealous of the worlds delight . No Obiect dearer ; nor no LOVE so crost : If euer good cause suffer'd vnder might ; If euer IOYES were check't in proudest Boast ; Or euer Claime did non-suite kingdomes Right ; Our Cause , our IOYES , our Right and all are lost , TIME , DEATH , and NATVRE arm'd with Fates despite , By this one fatall blow so deadly giuen , Doth make vs grone vnder the wrath of heau'n . SORROW sit downe then , and with bended Head , Bearing thy Chin against thy griefe-charg'd Breast , Behold the hungry Graue now to be fed , With worlds delight , and cause of thy vnrest : Be not appeas'd ; forget thy Food , thy Bed Remembring him ; O neuer more digest So deare a thought , but let thy Hart , and Brayne , Sollicit still thy Passion to complaine . Now Musickes Sirens that were wont to moue His soule harmonious , with your sweet consents , Howle your lost Ioy , your Hope , your Life , your Loue , With your crack't voyces and your Instruments : Disioyne your selues , and like the Turtle Doue Alone bewayle your losse in languishments : Pine and consume , and like the dying Swanne Sing Dirges for your selues , and him that 's gone . And yee the Noblest estate of men ( Souldiers ) embast in these degenerate times ; Though ye afford most matter to my Pen Texcite your Teares ; yet least my harsher Rimes On your sad cause , doe make you mad agen , Rest to your Passion : Harke the Churches Chime● Ring to GODS seruice ; serue him then in Peace , Wex poore in spirit , and let action cease . But yee deiected Spirits of his TRAINE , Ruin'd in fortunes , and distrest in minde ; Of my Complaint receiue this horrid straine ; Me thinkes your Passion should strike Reason blinde With your immoderate woes ; and tho in vaine Yee rage in Teares , like Seas with boystrous winde , Yet with full sayles of griefe you should be borne Till Mast were split , sayles rent , and tackling torne . Now is my Passion with my soule at Warres ; Me thinkes the PILLORS of the world should shake ; Alcydes shrincke , and shoures of lucklesse Starres Drop from their spheres : me thinkes the earth should quake Graues gaspe , Raunes croke , and all confused iarres Fore-runne his FVNERALL : yet what can make The sight more ruthfull ? when his HEARSE appeares A little Iland compast in with Teares . O now through ruptures of each wounded Hart , His liuing figure prompt our deadest hope , That Teares ( earst choak't with horror ) may conuert To giue our Eyes their deaw , and pitie scope : Now let all sing a teare complayning part , For weeping Floods doe now begin to ope A paslage for their streames , which must extend In crook't Meanders without ebbe or end . Prepare , prepare thou hollow harted Tombe , To take to thy dead Armes , and to embrace A Teare deaw'd Hearse : neuer did NATVRES Wombe Produce his like : His Honour , Beautie , Grace Possesse all Harts ; Posteritie to come Record his Name , which may no time deface : And when Earths glory in Confusion lyes , Let CHAOS murmer Vertues victories . All stupid sence which Brittane Teares restraine , Be now dissolu'd , suggest the smallest Beames Of his true splendor , and each frozen veine Will melt in griefe , and turne to licquid streames ; On dryest Sorrow cast moyst showres of Raine : Let heate and colde , moyst , dry , with all extreames Fight with Confusion in each troubled brest , Which Time to quiet , neuer may digest . Let teares shew Loue , tho rob'd of comforts cause ; For Canker TIME hath eate our hopes with rust ; Let Passion melt , as Icie coldnesse thawes ; Till windie sighes o'rewhelme vs with their gust : Though teares nor passion wring from deaths fowle iawes Our ioyes delight now blended with the Dust : Yet since our Hope and Ioy in dust doth lye , Let Harts strayne blood ; Eyes weepe their fountaines dry . Adore wee then that dreadfull sacred TRYNE , That giues vs Essence out of Vacuum ; Nor gainst his Will let Rebbell Harts repine , Who is the soule of soules infusion ; And though we seeme thus forced to resigne What we thought ours ; but his possession : All fall before his mercies gracious THRONE , Admire his Iustice , and his ends vnknowne . Decist vaine man be not degenerate In constitution of thy Soule and Minde , Presume not in thy Thoughts t' expostulate With God , who holds the lumpe of all thy kinde ; That bounds the Sea , and sets the world his date ; Confines all things himselfe being vnconfin'd ; Nor can his Wils vncomprehended might Be linck't , and ty'd to thy fond Appetite . Is not a Malefactor sore afraide To view th' aspect of MANS Austeritie ? Doe not Faci●●●● Facts implore the aide Of humane MEN , gainst Lawes leueritie ? When cruell Wrath with gentle Piu's staide , Seemes not sterne lustice yoak't with Clemencie ? Which Sympathiz'd together in one Sphere , Their Influence engender LOVE , and feare ? How much more shall that Firme DIAMETER , Essentiall Sphere of MANS Direction ; Heau'ns Architector ; Worlds Artificer ; The Quinessence of all Perfection ; Be lou'd in Feare , fear'd in Affection ? Let then no dusty Wormeling euer dare With his Eternall WILL to hold dispute , But wrapt in wonder , all be dumbe and mute . The LAW is fixt whose Bounds may none transcend , Which different Causes in one Chaine-combines ; All things by prouidence begin , and end , Which generally orders : next assignes A speciall Powre to FATE ; which doth extend And singularly parts in Place , and Times : So that GODS generall Ord'nanc● firme must stand : And FATE still vse his vnauoided Hand . — Dijs Pietas mea Et Musa Cordi est . Defleuit CHRISTOPHERVS BROOKE FINIS .