A funeral elegy on Her Illustrious Highnesse the Princess Royal of Orange who departed this life the 3d. of January, new stile, 1661. Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A49327 of text R35002 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3317). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A49327 Wing L3317 ESTC R35002 14921867 ocm 14921867 102943 2240910909

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A49327) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 102943) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1574:14) A funeral elegy on Her Illustrious Highnesse the Princess Royal of Orange who departed this life the 3d. of January, new stile, 1661. Lower, William, Sir, 1600?-1662. 1 broadside. s.n., [London? : 1661] In verse. Signed at end: Will. Lower. Imprint suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Mary, -- Princess Royal of England, 1631-1660 -- Poetry. eebo A funeral elegy on Her Illustrious Highnesse the Princess Royal of Orange who departed this life the 3d. of January, new stile, 1661. Lower, William, Sir 1661 1 456 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2003-03 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-05 Sampled and proofread 2003-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A FUNERAL ELEGY On Her ILLVSTRIOVS HIGHNESSE THE PRINCESSE ROYAL OF ORANGE , Who departed this life the 3 d. of January , new stile . 1661. MOre tragick matter yet , to make us shed Torrents of tears , the Princess Royal dead ? She , whose great heart , like an unshaken rock Fix'd in the floods , still brav'd the rudest shock Of adverse fate , when Heaven was pleas'd to try The courage of the Royal Family By Hells incursions ; and who could not be Less then her self , when in her low'st degree ; Nor more , though seated on the proudest Throne Upon the earth , in both estates still one ? She , who so well , when highest , could express Her self a Lamb , when low'st , a Lioness , If disrespected by a Prince , or State , In Her rich mind never unfortunate ? She , whose fair soul and body both were pure , In act and thought , whose conscience was secure , Whose Life was Saint-like , and whose death the same , Is gone to Heaven , from whence the substance came : This peerless Princess , this pure Pearl is lost To us ; but found upon the happy Coast That still is green : where gloriously She Sitteth enthroned in Eternity , With Her triumphant Father , Martyr King , Brother , and Sister , which four make a ring Of Crowned Angels , and a Hierarchy Of Saints to praise the Highest Majesty : Great Princes , now transform'd to a fair Star , If from that bright Orb , where you fixed are , You can discern this wretched mote of earth Where mortals live , reflect on this sad birth Of our afflictions , caus'd by your remove . And cheer our hearts by one sweet look of love .
EPITAPH . IF the proud Marble , Stranger , doth deny To satisfie thy curiosity , In thy demand what person lieth here , I 'le answer thee , 't is one whose life was dear To Heaven and Earth , a Princess great in blood , Great in estate , and in her mind as good : If th' art not pure and holy , come not near This sacred Shrine , a Saint's entombed here , A mirrour of perfection , a rich Mine Of Chastity and Beauty , which doth shine Though under earth and casts an odour forth T' inspire all vertuous Ladies with her worth , Let no Prophane feet then presume to tread Near the blest reliques of this great Saint dead . WILL . LOWER .