A monumentall pyramide to all posterities erected to the euer-liuing memory, and perpetuall honour of the all-vertuous and euer-glorious prince, Lodovvick, late Duke of Richmond and Lenox ... Who departed this transitory life at his chamber in White-Hall, on Monday, being the sixteenth day of February, 1624, betwixt sixe and seauen of the clocke in the morning, to the great griefe of many thousand people of sundry nations.

A Monumentall PYRAMIDE TO ALL POSTERITIES : Erected to the euer-liuing memory , and perpetuall Honour of the All-vertuous and Euer-glorious Prince , LODOWICK , late Duke of Richmond and Lenox : Earle of Newcastle , and Darnley , &c. Lord of Torbolten and Methuen , Baron of Settrington , &c. Knight of the Noble order of the Garter . Lord high Admirall and great Chamberlaine of Scotland : Lord high Steward to the Kings most excellent Maiesties most Honourable Houshold : Gentleman of his Bed-Chamber : and one of his Maiesties most Honourable Priuie Councell for England and Scotland , &c.

Who departed this transitory life at his Chamber in White-Hall , on Monday , being the sixteenth day of February , 1624. betwixt sixe and seauen of the clocke in the morning , to the great griefe of many thousand people of sundry Nations .

AT LONDON Printed by Edw. All●de for Nathaniel Butter . 1624.

TO THE JLLVSTRIOVS PRINCE ESME , Duke of Lenox &c. Earle of MARCH and DARNLEY &c. Lord of AVBIGNY , Terboten And Methuen , Baron of Settrington &c. And to the learned Princesse KATHERINE his Gracious DVCHESSE

NOt to draw any more teares from your eyes doe J publish vnder your Graces Protections , this FVNERAL ELEGIE . J could not haue thought it worthy your view , but that it aymes at the conseruation of the glorious fame of that lamented Duke your noble Brother , which is to you most deare . J know none can set truly forth his diuine Vertues , for his praise is a high-going Sea , that wants both shore and bottome : J doe onely shew my dutie in my broken English , both to awaken and incourage Great Britaines Poets , who were strucke into a Lethargy by this Princes sudden ascension to Heauen , to lament ( in singing his due praise ) their irreparable losse , vntill I can honor France ( desolate for his death ) with the bright Patterne of his matchlesse life , more fully in my natiue Language .

Your Graces deuoted , A. Darcie

TO THE NOBLE FRIENDS of that lamented Prince the deceased Duke of Richmond and Lenox . THe friendliest office vsed to the dead , Is their illustrious Vertues for to spread : That though their MORTAL Parts interred lie Their MEMORIES may last Eternally . And to discharge my farr obliged Brest These saddest FVNERALL LINES I haue addrest Which as I hope shall due Acceptance finde With those who keepe his VERTVES in their minde . To shew my small skill in Poetique vaine , I haue not vndertooke this willing paine , But to make knowne the gratitude I owe For Courtesies which vndeseru'd did flow From his full-handed Bounty , vnto mee WHO RAIS'D THIS COLVMNE TO HIS MEMORY . And if ( Great Lords ) this Muse may but obtaine , Your gratious eye , my labor is not vaine .

A Monumentall PYRAMIDE TO ALL POSTERITIES : Erected to the euer-liuing memory , and perpetuall Honor of the All-vertuous and Euer-glorious Prince , Lodowick , late Duke of Richmond and Lenox , RISE MOVRNEFVLL MVSE MELPOMENE , Relate The wofull Story of a sudden Fate , Which on a great and Noble DVKE befell ; No age can this Disaster parallel ; Imperious Death his cruell arrow flings , Into the palaces of mighty Kings , Transfixing sometime with impartiall hand The highest Nobles of a glorious Land .

A Funerall Elegy . His corps return'd to earth from whence it came But from his acts doth rise his worthy fame . Jmmortall Prince ! whose name shall neuer dye ; But shall suruiue to all eternitie : How can the memory of such a spirit , Whose deeds of very Enuy got his merit , Euer forgotten be ? whom to iust praise The worthy actions of his life did raise . All you the Worthies of our present dayes , Whose iudgment & experience knew his waies Conuersed with his actions and intents , Jn priuate and in publike managements . To your true vnderstandings it is knowne , That he might claime all honors for his owne . BVt you thrice noble Princesse , late the Wife Of this braue Hero now depriu'd of life , Who can prescribe a bound vnto your moane , Now that your second dearest selfe is gone ? Hee was the patterne of a perfect man , His singular endowments euer wan A generall liking , and a full applause For his vpright sincerenes in each cause : How quickly doe all earthly ioyes decay , Forsaking their possessors ; In a day , An houre , a minute , hard misfortunes fall , Which from our mirth doe vnto mourning call ! O let your brinish teares without all end From th' inexhausted fountaines stil descend . England lament thy losse of such a Peere , And France , thy Ebon Robes of sorrow weare : But the praise-worthy actions he hath wrought , Till the worlds Fabrique be to Chaos brought , Shall liue perpetuall in each ages story , As the due Trophies of his matchlesse glory ! O cruell Tyrant , how canst thou repaire This ruine ? though hereafter thou shouldst spare All mankind , breake thy Dart and Ebon spade , Thou canst on t cure this wound which thou hast made ; Achilles falls , and Hector he is slaine , When as base Peasants doe vntoucht remaine , Beams which shal break forth from his hollow tombe Shall staine times past , & light the time to come : There is no man , though he before were glad , But when he thinks that we his Hero had , And now haue lost him , Though he be diuine Made by his death , yet will his eyes drop brine ; All men are sorry , all doe weepe their turne , All in their hearts , though not in habits mourne , The gener all land ore-whelm'd in sorrow lies Exclayming on the cruell destinies , What accident falne in a 1000. yeares , Hath from his friends drawne forth more store of teares ? Since the first man that in the world was borne , A fuller number was not knowne to mourne : But for our selues , not him , let vs lament , Whose happines is growne our punishment . And is the Patterne of true courtesie , Both humble and repleat with maiestie ; May his proceedings from aboue be blest With fortunate successe and happy rest . And may his Dutches with their Princely Line All liue long , and in Sun-bright honour shine . For these my worthlesse lines , let it be said , J hasted till I had this tribute paid Of my poore seruice ; let the speed excuse The zealous errour of my suddaine Muse : Yet though his praise here beare so short a wing , England hath Poets that his praise will sing In sweeter tunes , and that will make his Hearse To be remembred , while men liue or verse . FINIS .