A mournefull dittie, entituled Elizabeths losse together with a welcome for King Iames. To a pleasant new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A21997 of text S118464 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 5KB 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 B12585

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 eng Elizabeth -- I, -- Queen of England, 1533-1603 -- Death and burial -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. James -- I, -- King of England, 1566-1625 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A mournefull dittie, entituled Elizabeths losse : together with a welcome for King Iames. To a pleasant new tune. n/a 1603 1 681 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. 2014-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-08 Sampled and proofread 2014-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A mournefull Dittie , entituled Elizabeths losse , together with a welcome for King Iames . To a pleasant new tune . FArewell , farewell , farewell , braue Englands ioy : Gone is thy friend that kept thée from annoy . Lament , lament , lament you English Peeres , Lament your losse possest so many yeeres . Gone is thy Quéene , the paragon of time , On whom grim death hath spred his fatall line . Lament , lament , &c. Gone is that gem which God and man did loue , She hath vs left to dwell in heauen aboue . Lament , lament , &c. You gallant Ladies of her Princely traine , lament your losse your loue , your hope , and gaine . Lament , lament , &c. Wéepe wring your hands , all clad in mourning wéeds , Shew foorth your loue , in tongue in hart and déeds . Lament , lament , &c. Full foure and fortie yéeres foure moneths seauen dayes , She did maintaine this realme in peace alwayes . Lament , lament , &c. In spite of Spaines proud Pope , and all the rout , Who Lyon like ran ranging round about . Lament , lament , &c. With traiterous plots to slay her Royall grace , Her realme , her lawes and Gospell to deface , Lament , lament , &c. Yet time and tide God still was her defence , Till for himselfe from vs hée tooke her hence Lament , lament , &c. We néede not to rehearse what care what griefe , She still endured , and all for our reliefe . Lament , lament , &c. We néede not to rehearse what benefits , You all inioyd , what pleasures and what gifts . Lament , lament , &c. You Virgins all bewayle your Virgin Quéene , That Phenix rare , on earth but sildome séene . Lament , lament , &c. With Angels wings she pearst the starrie skie , When death , grim death , hath shut her mortall eye . Lament , lament , &c. You Nimphs that sing and bathe , in Fountaines cléere : Come lend your helpe to sing in mournefull chéere . Lament , lament , &c. All you that doe professe swéet musicks Art , Lay all aside , your Vyoll Lute and Harpe , Lament , lament , &c. Mourne Organs , Flutes , mourne Sagbuts with sad sound : Mourne Trumpets shrill , mourne Cornets mute & round . Lament , lament , &c. You Poets all braue Shakspeare , Iohnson , Greene , Bestow your time to write for Englands Quéene . Lament , lament , &c. Returne your songs and Sonnets and your sayes : To set foorth swéete Elizabeths praise . Lament , lament , &c. In fine all you that loyall harts possesse , With Roses swéete , bedeck hir Princely hearse . Lament , lament , &c. Bedeck that hearse sprong from that famous King , King Henrie the eight , whose fame on earth doth ring Lament , lament , &c. Now is the time that we must all forget , Thy sacred name oh swéet Elizabeth . Lament , lament , &c. Praying for King Iames , as earst we prayed for thée , In all submissiue loue and loyaltie . Lament , lament , &c. Beséeching God to blesse his Maiestie With earthly peace and heauens felicitie . Lament , lament , &c. And make his raigne more prosperous here on earth Then was the raigne of late Elizabeth . Lament , lament , &c. Wherefore all you that subiects true beare names Still pray with me , and say God saue King Iames . Lament , lament , lament , you English Peeres , Lament your losse enioyd so many yeeres . FINIS .

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