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A15047	Sir Phillip Sidney, his honorable life, his valiant death, and true vertues A perfect myrror for the followers both of Mars and Mercury, who (in the right hardie breaking vpon the enemie, by a few of the English, being for the most part gentlemen of honor and name) receiued his deathes wound, nere vnto Sutphen the 22. of September last past, dyed at Aruam the 16. of October following: and with much honor and all possible mone, was solemnely buried in Paules the 16. of February 1586. By G.W. gent. Whereunto is adioyned, one other briefe commemoration of the vniuersall lamentation, the neuer dying praise, and most sollemne funerall of the sayd right hardie and noble knight. By B.W. Esquire. Dedicated, to the right Honorable the Earle of Warwicke, by his Lordships faithfull seruant George Whetstones.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?; B. W. (Bernard Whetstone) aut	1587 (1587)	STC 25349; ESTC S111735	12,399	21

and blood A moments ioie a blast a blase a breath A bitter-sweate that yeldes no sauery good A certayne cause that bringes vncertaine death A rustie swoorde closde in a paynted sheath Which being drawne to sett the soule at large They onely liue whom vertue hath in charge Fame is the life and ioy of valient sprites Desire whereof both driue them on the Pike Happe Life happe death who first at dangers smites In Countrie cause both either fortune like Death cannot daunt though death them dead doth strike And these be they that Fame with name doth Crowne When shallow Graues the multitude do drowne Of such a one and equall with the beste My muse is bounde the praises to reuiue A Knight he was that with the formost prease Where martiall menne for highest honor striue Within whose breaste the graces all did hiue His name that liues was Phillip Sidney Knight His death blames not the foe but fortunes spight Whom to reuiue Mars and the Muses meete In Armor faire his hearse the haue arayde And on the same a robe downe to the feete About his Healme a Lawrell wreath is brayde And by his Swoord a Siluer penne is layd And either saide that he their glory was And either sight to see him vade like Grasse But to discribe this worthis Knight at Lardge His Life his death his giftes from mothers wombe Beseemes the Muse that Homer had in chardge Who wrote so well vpon Achilles Tombe As Alexander wisht that he were dead So Homer liu'd his victories to spreade And for my Muse that worst may pay this dewe I well may say the dead the doth adore Azeale that thriues God wot but with a fewe Flatry doth liue not at the dead mans dore Liue-men haue eares when Tombes are deafe and poore Yet thus my name shall with the best remayne When such froth vades like Thunder smoke and rayne Now to this Knight his house or Birth to blaze May well be spar'e his praises to procure The Iuy bushe is but a Needles gaze To sell the Wine which of it self is pure So sw●tte a Grape grewe on no Thorne be sure Sidney his sire and Dudley was his Dame Parentes well knowen of Honnor and of fame In tender yeres where one instruction might Grafte Lore and Grace by which men Honor knowe His vertues blasd so cleare in all mennes sight As by the same a number did foreshowe What frutes in fine vpon those blomes would growe Euen these the best Loue loyaltie and Zeale To God to Prince and to the common weale His wisdome shewed while Learning might engraue Within his pliant minde her sacred heaste He bente his eare to heare the Counsells graue That science taught and wrot them in his brea ste Thus stil with time his worthines increaste His name his fame his vertues full of grace Was spread admir'd and lou'd in euery place To decke his minde with Language and with Lore In greenest youth to trauaile he was sett By forrayne toyes he sette but little store Sound knowledge was the Marchandize he fette And he abroade such worthy praise did gett As Princes when his fame they vnderstoode They honor'd him by all the meanes they could The Frenche he sawe and at their follies smil'de He sildome did theire gawdes in garments ware In Italy his youth was not begilde By vertue he their vices did forbeare Of this bie-speache be euermore had care An English-man that is Italionate Doth lightly proue a Deuell incarnate The Germayne plain his humor best did please They lou'd him much he honor'd them as farre And when the good he gleaned had from these Home be return'd a perfect man to serue His Prince and Countrey both in Peace and Warre And after him men Qualited did baste And for our good in England he them plaste He oft did reade which well he did regarde That prudent Peace had still to Warre an eye And therefore he the souldier good prefarde Whose life himselfe in Ireland did trye Till Essex di'de the flower of Chiuallry And euermore the Lawrell with the Launce He excerside his Honour to aduaunce What may be said to praise this knight to much Yea what suffice his vertues to extoll In greenest yeares his grauety was such As he was sent in message to Condole The Emperours death which rites he did inrowle With much regarde of that most follome grace As that his name still liueth in that place In Court he liu'de not like a Carpet knight Whose glory is in garments and his tongue If men but knew the halfe that he did write Enough to tyre a memory so young Needes must they say the Muses in him sounge His Archadia vnmacht for sweete deuise Where skill doth iudge is held in Soueraigne price What else he wrote his will was to suppresse But yet the darke a Dyamond cannot drowne What he his workes the finest wittes doe gesse The Shepheards notes that haue so sweete a sounde With Lawrel bowghes his healme long since haue Cround And not alone in Poesie he did passe But eu'ry may a learned Knight he was Plesses rare worke of true Religion Confuting those which no Religion holde In vuglar speech by him was well begonne A Learned worke more pretious farre then Gold Worthy his paynes and worthie double folde If his penne might the hole with English fitte Whose wordes are waid by Iudgement Arte and witte The faulte that makes the wisest seeme vnwise A selfe conceite in wisdome to exceede Was farre from him the worde in whose deuise Spero his hope did from desire proceede Honour to gaine by many a worthie deede On Hope truth zeale Learning and the Launce He built his fame and had no foe but Chaunce In peace he liu'd admired of the best In peace he liu'd beloued of the worste In peace he liu'd and neuer man oppreste In peace he liu'd and euer with the first Layde helpe on those whom fortune had accurste And to be short the rising sonne he was That comforted and shinde in eu'ry place But sith Sonne Mone and Starres of Heauen must vade And all thinges else the Worlde conteynes belowe Man can accompte his glory but a shade His earthly Life the slaughter of a blowe As well appeares by this our Common woe The worthy Knight of whom this good I sing Bids sounde the Drome his follow knell to ring But ere it towles the sorrowe of his death The griefe of Prince Peare and euery state Let me first showe the cause that did unsheath His trenching Sword In peace which shund debate Euen chiefely this to coole the Spannish hate Who arm'oe with wroth against this happy Isle Our Neighbours burn'de to make a way for spoyle For when we heard the out-cries of the Dutch And how their foes did make their will a lawe Theire harmes that neare did now our safety

them his hart As he that reads his laste request shall finde Brother quoth he to you I must imparte Three thinges of waight impresse them in your Harte Feare God and liue loue well my frendes and knowe That worldly hopes from vanitie doe flowe Wordes like himselfe the Counsells of a frende Which Somary all wisedome doe containe The feare of God is life that both not end When all thinges faile the loue of frendes remaine Yea all thinges else are pleasure mixt with paine Caesar was slaine and Pompey lost his head Their climing thoughts their owne decaies haue bread He felt a change betweene our life and his That mens vaine hopes so soundly hath discribe The healthfull talke but the true feeling misse Of heauenly ioyes which in the soule abide Flesh like the worlde and relisheth his pride It feares not death vntill it feele the paine Who knoweth least knoweth then this worlde is vaine Who did compare his wound with patient paine Said Marius liu'de in Sydneys haute desire UUho saw his death his life perceaued plaine UUas wholy bent by vertue to aspire UUho heard his wordes his wisedome did admit They were so chard'ge with grace and graue aduise As they will liue by vsage of the wise A smaller wound leaues many in the fielde A greater hurte his hart could not dismay A moneth welny was spent eare he would yeelde Himselfe to death whom death could not affray And when that time brought on his later day Demaund was made If hee ne fear'd to dye No whit quoth he because I liue thereby But vrged more then néeded in his state He grauely did this perfect answere giue My death shall like my life dissembling hate To tell you plaine * to dye I doe not geeue And yet of both I rather wish to liue Which who gaynesaies vnwisely spends his breath He fayne would liue that most both prate of death The cause is showne why he desired Life For publique good but to our common woe Our sinnes did drawe and sharpe the fatall knife His vitall threade to cutte and shread in two That his sweete soule might forth of Prison goe Which forthwith fle●●● to Abraham his breast Where now it raynes and still shall liue in rest Mors honesta ignominiosa vita preferenda A commemoration of the generall mone the honorable and solemne funerall made for and of the most worthy Sir Phillip Sidney Knight by B. W. esquire VVHen winters bitter blast the trees began to bare Sweet Sydney slaine downe fell our hope piller of welfare He was the rising sunne that made all England glad He was the life and light of those that any vertues had He was the muses ioy he was Bellonas sheilde With in the Towne he was a Lambe a Lion in the Feild His Life bewraed a loue that matched Curtius zeale His Life no Life contempt of death to serue the common weale No gift nor grace there was but in his vertues shind His worth more worth than Flaunders wealth now by his lasse we finde For when his sacred soule did forth his bodie flie Ten thousand shrikes persude the same vnto the starry Skie The stowtest Souldier then shewed feminine dismay And with their teares did wash his wound that brought him to decay Some kist his breathlesse mouth where wisdome flowed at will Some raysd his head that lately was the treasurhowse of skill Where truth and cowrage liu'd his Noble hart some fealt Some layd their hands vppon his breast where all the vertues dwelt Some eid his closed eyne that wacht the poore-mans need And when they did vnwrap his thygh his wound did make them bleed O honer derely bought they crid monde this chaunce So shoke his hand and sayd farewell thow glory of the Launce Outcries soone spread his death the mone ranne farre and nere What was he then that mourned not the dolefull newes to heare The King of Scots bewrade his griefe in learned verse And many moe their passions pende with praise to decke his hearsse The Flushingers made sute his breathles corps to haue And offered a sumptuous Tombe the same for to engraue But oh his louing frendes at their request did greiue It was too much he lost his life his Corse they would not leaue And so from flushing porte in shippe attyr'd with blacke They did imbark this perfect Knight that onely breath did lack The winde and Seas did mourne to see this heauie sight And into Thames did conuey this much lamented Knight Vnto the Minories his bodie was conuayde And there vnder a martiall hearse three Monthes or more was staide But when the day was come he to his graue must goe An host of heauy men repair'd to see the sollome showe The poore whom he good Knight did often clothe and feede In fresh remēbraunce of their woe went first in mourning weede His frends and seruants said was thought a heauy sight Who fixt their eyes vpō the ground which now must howse their Knight To here the drome and fife sendforth a dolefull sound To see his coulers late aduaunst lie trayling on the ground Each ornament of war thus out of order borne Did pearce ten thousand harts with griefe which were not namd to mourne Some markt the great dismay that charg'd his martiall bande And how some horsemen walkt on foote with battel-axe in hand Some tould the mourning clockes his gentlemen did weare What Knights captaines were in gownes what the haralds beare Some markt his stately Horse how they hong downe their head As if they mourned for their Knight that followed after dead But when his noble corps in sollom wise past by Farewell the worthiest Knight that liu'd the multitude did crie Farewell that hon'rd arte by lawrell and the Launce Farewell the frend beloued of all that hadst no foe but chaunce His sollome funerall beseming his estate This by the Heraldes martialled the more to mone his fate Three Earles other Lords the Hollands states in black With all their trayne then followed and that no loue migh lack The Mayor and Aldermen in purple robes there mourn'd And last a band of Citizenes with weapons awkeward tourn'd In follome wise did bring this Knight vnto the grounde Who being their best owed at rest their last adew to sownde Two volley of braue shot they thundred in the skies And thus his funerall did ende with many weeping eies Vpon whose Monument in letters writ with Gould This Epitaph deserues to be for all men to behould Of the most worthie and hardy Knight Sir Phillip Sidney the Epitaph HEre vnderneth lies Phillip Sydney Knight True to his prince learned staid and wise VVho lost his life in honorable fight VVho vanquisht death in that he did despise To liue in pompe by others brought to passe VVhich oft he term'd a diomond set in brasse King Alexander was poysened by the envie of Antepater beinge but 24. yeares of