Loyal tears poured on the herse of that Most Excellent Prince, Henry Duke of Gloucester This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A49368 of text R35006 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3375). 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 2017 A49368 Wing L3375 ESTC R35006 14923407 ocm 14923407 102947 2264208299

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A49368) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 102947) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1574:17 or 21243:54) Loyal tears poured on the herse of that Most Excellent Prince, Henry Duke of Gloucester 1 broadside. Printed by W.G., London : 1660. In verse. Reproduction of originals in the Harvard University Library and the British Library. eng Henry, -- Duke of Gloucester, 1640-1660 -- Poetry. A49368 R35006 (Wing L3375). civilwar no Loyal tears poured on the herse of that Most Excellent Prince Henry Duke of Gloucester. [no entry] 1660 1 490 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. 2007-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
LOYAL TEARS Poured on the Herse Of that Most EXCELLENT PRINCE HENRY Duke of GLOUCESTER . OH Times ! Unequal and Injurious Days : Oh Fates ! whose Cypress hath outgrown the Bays : Oh Moneth ! Unfortunate to all that 's Good : Oh Place ! the Poyson of this Royal Blood . Whom shal we blame , where shal we lay the weight Of such a Heaviness ? Forgive the State , The Publick Weal , whose open'd empty Veins Scarce can endure to hear his Bloody Pains . And have we just but seen him , is he come Onely to Die , t' ennoble but the Tombe ? Are all the Honors , all the Glories done , Most Arbitrary Death ? ( Must such a Son Die violently too ) Stay , and give place to Fame , Whose great'st Attempt is but to reach his Name . What Autumn's this , why do we boast Increase ? Deaths Harvest 's valued in this Single Peice : And what the Plague in numbers would infect ( A judgement witched for by every Sect ) The Small-pox in this great and glorious Youth Did in effect fulfill , and curse with truth Their Divinations . Now , what dress of Grief Shall give our Sorrow and our Loss belief ? Which then of the three Kingdomes shall expire , And shine together in the Funeral Fire ? O you bright Citizens of Heaven know There 's nothing worth Him but the KING below . We had an Earthly TRINITY before , The Stamp of that which you above adore ; And you agreed to have our Saint away , Urg'd by the rival Worship of last May . Now they are Gemini , and the Royal Line Grows less with Fortune , and advanc'd , Decline . What Rebels Pride and Staring Insolence Brav'd not to Kill , see the unwarded Fence Of a just Triumph laid it in the Grave , And Vertue , Honor , Goodnes could not save . Well then , to Grieve is to comply with Fate , And make the Tyrant proud , and keep his state . We quarrel not at this most partial Lot , Onely we ask our SOVERAIGN , Why Not ? 'T is a true Parentation to the Dead When Son and * * Duke of Richmond . Kinsman follow'd Him that bled , No other Life to Expiate that Crime ? KINGS may , but Destinies allow no Time . Our Loss is greater than we dare to own , Let it not be among late Rebels known . Great Soul ! whose Limits scarce can be defin'd , Better by Heaven than thy Moderate Mind : Thou ow'st not any thing to Life or Glory , Our Grief shall be thy chiefest onely Story .

London , Printed by W. G. 1660.

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