Funeral teares For the death of the Right Honorable the Earle of Deuonshire. Figured in seauen songes, whereof sixe are so set forth that the wordes may be exprest by a treble voice alone to the lute and base viole, or else that the meane part may bee added, if any shall affect more fulnesse of parts. The seauenth is made in forme of a dialogue, and can not be sung without two voyces. Inuented by Iohn Coprario.

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FVNERAL TEARES .

For the death of the Right Honorable the Earle of Deuonshire .

FIGVRED In seauen songes , whereof sixe are so set forth that the wordes may be exprest by a treble voice alone to the Lute and Base Viole , or else that the meane part may bee added , if any shall affect more fuinesse of parts .

THE SEAVENTH Is made in forme of a Dialogue , and ca●not be sung without two voyces .

Inuented by IOHN COPRARIO . Pius piè .

printer's device of John Windet (1584-1611) consisting of an old man receiving gifts from the clouds; two doves at his feet bearing scrolls with the words "Peace" and "Plentie"; and the motto "Thou shalt labor for" or "For thou shalt labor" (McKerrow 282) FOR THOV SHALT LABOR PEACE PLENTIE

AT LONDON Printed by Iohn Windet the Assigne of Will●am Barley , for Iohn Browne , and are to be sold at his shop in S. Dunstons Churchyeard in Fleet s●reet . 1606.

Vno Sol Mountioie tuus contentus ocello est , Cuncta tamen cernit , nihil est oculatius illo . Omnia qui vt videat magnus quae continet orbis , Cernere te potuit toto nil pulchrius orbe . Iam tuus ah periit pulcher Sol , dulcis ocellus Penelope , periit nec tamen ille tibi . Qui Mortalis inexplendo te amplexus amore est , Quid ni Coelestis te quoque factus amet ?

To the Ayre EV'n to thy sweetnesse pure benigne , kind Ayre That first embrac't these teares , these I present . Know them , though now transform'd from Christall faire Th' appeare to thee in Musicall ornament : Free passage to melodious pearcing sounds Thine open bosome yeelds : greefe owes to thee Her groanes , and sighes : through thy swift-healed wounds Her shrikes are shot , and thine her clamours be . Receiue then chearefull Ayre these sad laments , Though thou art but one Element , and she That owes them , of all foure the quintessence , The Starre of honor , and the sphere of beautie . Goe , heare her sing these farewels , thou wilt weepe , And mouelesse euer in thy regions sleepe . Sing Lady , sing thy Deu'nshires funerals , And charme the Ayre with thy delightfull voyce , Let lighter spirits grace their Madrigals , Sorrow doth in the saddest notes reioyce . Fairest of Ladies since these Songs are thine , Now make them as thou art thy selfe , deuine . The deuoted seruant of true noblenesse . Iohn Coprario .

In honorable memory of the Right noble the Earle of Deuonshire late deceased . NOe sooner had the Fates pale Minister At th' high commaund of sterne Necessitie Seazd the terrestriall part of Deuonshire , And rendred his free Soule t' Etern●tie : But loe th' imperfect broode of fruitfull Fame ( That swarming thicke as atom is buze in th' ayre ) Ligh● winged Rumours in right of their Dame Claimed great Mountroyes name , with swift repaire Heauing it vp to Fames high Cousistorie , Where she with doome impartiall register All names t' Eternall fame , or infamie , And in her finall iudgement neuer errs . You sacred seede of Mnemosine pardon me If in this su●daine rapture I reueale Mist'rie , which only rauisht sprights can see , And enuious time did till this houre conceale . In Christal chaire when starre-like shining Fame Her state had plac't , strait with confused noyse The thronging miscreates brought in Deu'nshires name , Some figuring lamentations , others ioyes : Some wept , some sobd , some howld , some laught , some smild , And as their passions strange , and different were , So were their shapes , such heapes were neuer pil'd Of Monstrous heades as now consorted here . For some like Apes peere out , like foxes some , Many like Asses , Wolfes , and Oxen seem'd , Like hissing Serpents , and fell Hydras some , Rhinoceroes some by their arm'd snowtes I deem'd , Others like Crocodiles hang their slie heads downe : But infinite of humane forme appeare Whose simple lookes were voide of smile or frowne , Yet somewhat sad they shewd like skies vncleare : In this confusion the great Registresse Commaunding silence seu'rallie gaue leaue To all reportes , and with milde sobernesse Both partiall , and impartiall did receiue . First as accusers spake ths busie Ape , The enuious bould Wolfe , and the spitefull snake , And diuers in the braying Asses shape , But all their malice did one period make . Deu●nshire did loue ▪ loue was his errour made , That only gainst his vertues was oppos'd , As if for that his honoured name should fade , Whose brest both vertue , and true loue enclos'd . But now rise high my spright , while I vnfould What th' humane speakers in defence replyed : To latter ages let this tale be told Which is by fame for euer verified . Did Mountioy loue ? and did not Hercules Feele beauties flame , and couch him vnderneath The winges of Cupid ? or did ere the lesse His sacred browes deserue a victours wreath ? Did not he free the trembling world from feare , And dire confusion ? who else could subdue Monsters that innocents did spoyle , and teare , Or Saturnes auncient goulden peace renue ? Did Mountioy loue ? and did not Mountioyes sword When he marcht arm'd with pallace dreadfull helme The rough vnquiet Irish rebels curbe ? And the inuading Spaniard ouerwhelme ? Lou'd he ? and did not he nathlesse assist Great Brittaines counsils , and in secret cells The Muses visite ? and alone vntwist The riddles of deepe Philosophick spels ? Did Deu'nshire loue ? and lou'd not Deu'nshire so As if all beautie had for him beene fram'd ? For beautie more adorn'd no age shall know Then hers whom he his owne for euer nam'd . Let then base enuie breake , fond rumour sleepe , Blacke malice turne to doue-white charitie , Let Deu'nshire triumph , and his honor keepe Immune , and cleare from darke mortaliie . This spoken , Fame charg'd Zepherus to sound His goulden trumpet , after whose smooth blast These words she made from earth to heau'n rebound , Braue Mountioyes glory shall for euer last . Then forth was brought aboss't booke destined For Kings , and Heroes , where with liquid gould Deceased Deu'nshires name she registred In charmed letters that can nere grow old . Omnia vincit Amor , & nos cedamus Amori , Scripsit ; cuius erant nescia scripta mori . Annuit huic fortis Mountioius , victus Amori Cessit ; cuius erunt nescia facta mori .

I. CANTO OFt thou hast with gree╌die eare , drunke my notes & words of pleasure In af╌fections equall mea╌sure sure now my songes of sorrow heare , since from thee my greefes do grow whome a╌liue I prisde so deare . The more my ioy the more my ioy the more the more my woe . Oft thou hast with greedy care , Drunke my notes and wordes of pleasures In affections equall measure , Now my songs of sorrow heare . Since from thee my griefes doe grow Whome aliue I pris'd so deare : The more my ioy , the more my woe . 2 Musicke though it sweetens paine Yet no whit empaires lamenting : But in passions like consenting Makes them constant that complaine : And enchantes their fancies so , That all comforts they disdaine , And flie from ioy to dwell with woe .

I. BASSO .

I. ALTO OFt thou hast with greedy care with greedy care drunke my notes and wordes of plea╌sure : in affections equall mea╌sure , now my songes now my songs of sorrow sorrow heare , since from thee my greefes doe grow , whome aliue I pris'de so deare : the more my ioy the more my ioy , the more my woe , the more my woe .

II. CANTO O sweete flower , O sweet flower too quicklie fa╌ding , like a winter sun╌shine day : poore pilgrim tyr'd poore pilgrim tir'd in the mid╌way like the earth it selfe halfe shading So thy picture so thy picture shewes to me , but onely the one halfe of thee . O sweete flower too quicklie fading , Like a Winter sunshine day : Poore pilgrim tir'd in the midway , Like the Earth it selfe halfe shading . So thy picture shewes to mee , But onely the one halfe of thee . 2 O deare Ioy too swiftly flying From thy loues enchanted eyes : Proud glorie spread through the vast skies , Earth of more then earth enuying . O how wondrous hadst thou been , Had but the world thy whole life seene .

II. BASSO .

II. ALTO O Sweete flower , O sweete flower too quickly fa╌ding , like a Winter Sunne╌shine day , poore Pilgrime tyr'de in the midde waye like the earth it self , it selfe , half sha╌ding╌ So thy picture shewes to mee onelie the one halfe of thee .

III. CANTO O O th' un╌sure hopes of men the brittle state the vaine contentions that vnlucki╌lie oft in midst of the race oft in midst of the race fall ru╌inate . And in their course long ouer╌whelmed bee , and swal╌low'd vp , ere they the port could see . O th' unsure hopes of men ! the brittle state ! The vaine contentions that vnluckilie , Oft in midst of the race fall ruinate , And in their course long ouerwhelmed be , And swallow'd vp ere they the port could see . 2 O womens fruitlesse loue ! vnquiet state ! Too deare affections , that despightfully , Ev'n in their height of blisse proue desolate ! And often fall farre from all hope of ioy . Ere they haue time to dreame on their annoy .

III. BASSO .

III. ALTO O Th' unsure hopes of men , the brittle state , the vaine contentions that vn╌lucki╌lie , oft in midst of the race , oft in midst of the race fall ruinate . And in their course long ouerwhelmed bee , and swallow'd vp ere they , ere they the porte could see .

IIII. CANTO IN darkenesse let me dwel , the ground shall sorrow , sorrow be the roofe de╌spaire to barre all chereful light from mee the walles of marble blacke that moistned stil shal weepe , my musicke my musicke hellish iarring soundes to banish friendlie sleep . Thus wedded to my woes , and bedded in my tombe O let mee dying liue , O let mee dying liue , O let me dying liue till death doth come till death doth come . In darknesse let me dwell , the ground shall sorrow be , The roofe despaire to barre all chearefull light from me , The walles of marble black that moistned stil shall weepe , My musicke hellish iarring sounds to banish frendly sleepe . Thus wedded to my woes , and bedded in my tombe , O let me dying liue till death doth come . My dainties griefe shall be , and teares my poisned wine , My sighes the aire , throgh which my panting hart shall pine My robes my mind shall sute exceeding blackest night , My study shall be tragicke thoughtes sad fancy to delight . Pale Ghosts and frightful shades shal my acquaintance O thus my haples ioy I haste to thee .

IIII. BASSO .

IIII. ALTO IN darknesse let me dwell , the ground the ground shall sorrow be , The roofe despaire to barre all chearefull light from me , from me , The walles of mar╌ble black that moi╌stned stil shall weepe , My musicke hellish iarring sounds to banish frendly sleepe . Thus wed╌ded to my woes , and bedded in my tombe , and bedded in my tombe , O let me O let mee dying liue , dying liue , O let me dying liue , till death doth come , till death doth come .

V. CANTO MY ioy is dead and cannot be re╌uiu'de , fled is my ioy And neuer may returne . both of my ioy and of my selfe depriu'de , far from all ioy I sing and singing mourn . O let no tender heart , O let no tender hart or gentle eare partake my passions or my plaininges heare . My ioy is dead , and cannot be reuiu'de , Fled is my ioy , and neuer may returne : Both of my ioy , and of my selfe depriu'de Far from all ioy I sing , and singing mourne . O let no tender hart , or gentle eare Partake my passions , or my plainings heare . 2 Rude flintie breastes that neuer felt remorse , Hard craggy rocks that death and ruine loue , Those onely those my passions shall enforce , Beyond their kind , and to compassion moue . My griefe shall wonders worke , for he did so That causde my sorrowes , and these teares doth owe .

V. BASSO .

V. ALTO MY ioy is dead , is dead , and cannot be reuiu'de , fled is my ioy , and neuer may re╌turne , both of my ioy , and of my selfe depriu'de Farre from all ioy I sing , and singing mourne . O let no ten╌der hart , O let no tender hart or gentle eare , or gentle eare par╌take my passions , or my play╌ninges heare .

VI. CANTO DEceitfull fancy deceitfull fancy why de╌udst thou mee , the deade a╌liue presenting ? My ioies faire Image caru'd in shades I see , O false O false yet sweet contenting ? Why art not thou a substance like to mee , or I a shade to vanish hence with thee ? Deceitfull fancy why deludst thou me , The dead a liue presenting ? My ioyes faire image caru'd in shades I see , O false ! yet sweet contenting ? Why art not thou a substance like to me ? Or I a sha●e to vanish hence with thee ? 2 Stay gentle obiect , my sence still deceiue , With this thy kind elusion : I die throgh madnes if my thoughts you leaue O strange ? yet sweet confusion ? Poore blisselesse hatte that feeles such deepe annoy , Only to loose the shadowe of thy ioy .

VI. BASSO .

VI. ALTO DEceitfull fancy , deceitfull fancy , why de╌lud'st thou mee , The dead aliue presenting : My ioyes faire image caru'd in shades I see , O false , O false , yet sweete conten╌ting . Why art not thou a substance like to mee , or I a shade to vanish hence with thee .

VII . CANTO A Dialogue . FOe of mankind , why murdrest thou my loue Oh where ? Oh where ? poore wretched life that onely liues in name . That is true fame that is true fame which liuing men enioy . liue euer , liue euer throgh thy meri╌ted renowne , renowne faire spirit shining , faire spirit shining in thy starry crowne , thy starry crown . Canto .

Foe of mankind why murderest thou my loue ?

Alto.

Forbeare he liues .

Oh where ?

In heauen aboue .

Poore wretched life that onely liues in name .

Man is not flesh , but soule , all life is fame :

That is true fame which liuing men enioy .

That is true life , which death cannot destroy .

Chorus . Liue euer through thy merited renowne . Faire spirit shining in thy starry crowne .

VII . BASSO .

VII . ALTO FOr beare hee liues in heau'n aboue Man is not flesh but soule , all life is fame : That is true life , that death cannot destroy liue euer , liue euer through thy me╌ri╌ted renowne , faire spirite shining , faire spirite shining , in thy starry crowne ,

T Is true , that whom the Italian * * Tarantula Spider stinges He sings , or laughs , or daunces till he dies , Or spends his short time in such idle things As the seuerer sort call vanities : Musicke alone this fury can release , This venomous rancour that the flesh doth eate Like enuie which in death doth seldome cease To feede vpon the honours of the great . Well haue we toyld in prosperous harmonie If we the enuy poysned wounds doe cure Of spitefull adder-toongd hypocrisie That speakes washt wordes , but works darke deeds impure . If such proue past recure , suffice it then We song not to brute beast , but humane men .

A Table of the Songs contained in this Booke . 1. Oft thou hast 2. O sweete flower . 3. O the vnsure hopes . 4. In darkenesse let me dwell . 5. My ioy is dead . 6. Deceitfull fancie . 7. Foe of Mankind . Quid mortuos mordes canis ? nihil retro Cernis , neque vides manticae quod in tergo est . The dead why bit'st thou dogge ? th' art backward blinde , And doest not see the bagge thou bear'st behind .