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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03017	The funerals of the high and mighty Prince Henry, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earle of Carick, and late Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter VVhich noble Prince deceased at St. Iames, the sixt day of Nouember, 1612. and was most princely interred the seuenth day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the eighteenth yeere of his age.		1613 (1613)	STC 13157; ESTC S103976	16,990	50

Caesarean Commentares More then can now be thought in fact t'enroule And make blacke Faction blush away her soule That as a Temple built when Pietie Simil. Did to diuine ends offer specially What men enjoy'd that wondrous state exprest Strange Art strange cost yet who had interest In all the frame of it and saw those dayes Admir'd but little and as little praise Gaue to the goodly Fabricke but when men That liue whole Ages after view it then They gaze and wonder and the longer time It stands the more it glorifies his prime Growes fresh in honor and the age doth shame That in such Monuments neglect such fame So had thy sacred Frame beene rais'd to height Forme fulnesse ornament the more the light Had giuen it view the more had Men admir'd And tho men now are scarce to warmnesse fir'd VVith loue of thee but rather colde and dead To all sense of the grace they forfeited In thy neglect and losse yet after-ages VVould be inflam'd and put on holy rages with thy inspiring vertues cursing those VVhose breaths dare blast thus in the bud the Rose But thou woe's me art blown vp before blowne And as the ruines of some famous Towne Show here a Temple stood a Pallace here A Cytadell an Amphitheater Of which ahlas some broken Arches still Pillars or Columnsrac't which Art did fill VVith all her riches and Diuinitie Retaine their great and vvorthy memory So of our Princes state I nought rehearse But show his ruines bleeding in my verse What poison'd Ast'risme may his death accuse Tell thy astonisht Prophet deathles Muse And make my starres therein the more aduerse The more aduance vvith sacred rage my Verse And so adorne my dearest Fautors Herse That all the wits prophane of these bold times May feare to spend the spawne of their rancke rymes On any touch of him that shold be sung To eares diuine and aske an Angels tongue VVith this it thundred and a lightning show'd VVhere she sate writing in a sable cloud A Penne so hard and sharpe exprest her plight It bit through Flint and did in Diamant write Her vvords she sung and laid out such a brest As melted Heauen and vext the very blest In which she cal'd all worlds to her complaints Muse lachrim● And how our losse grew thus vvith teares shee paints The cause and man●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Hear earth heauen you that haue no eares Hell and the hearts of tyrants heare my teares Thus Brittaine Henry tooke his timelesse end VVhen his great Father did so far transcend All other Kings and that he had a Sonne In all his Fathers gifts so farre begunne As added to Fames Pynions double wings And as braue riuers broken from their springs The further off grow greater and disdaine To spread a narrower current then the Maine Had drawne in all deserts such ample Spheares As Hope yet neuer turn'd about his yeeres All other Princes with his parts comparing Like all Heauens pettie Luminaries faring To radiant Lucifer the dayes first borne It hurld a fire red as a threatning Morne Rha●●sia Goddesse of reuenge and taken for Fortune in enuy of our Prince excited Feuer against him On fiery Rhamnusias sere and sulphurous spight who turn'd the sterne orbs of her ghastly sight About each corner of her vaste Command And in the turning of her bloudy hand Sought how to ruine endlesly our Hope And set to all mishap all entries ope The Feuer the Prince died on by Pros●pop●●a d●scribed by her effects circumstances And see how ready meanes to mischiefe are She saw fast by the bloud-affecting Feuer Euen when th'Autumnal-starre began t' expire Gathering in vapours thinne Ethereall fire Of which her venomde finger did jmpart To our braue Princes fount of heat the heart A praeternaturall heat which through the vaines And Arteries by 'th blood and spirits meanes Diffus'd about the body and jnflam'd Begat a Feuor to be neuer nam'd And now this loather of the louely Light Begot of Erebus and vglie Night Mounted in hast her new and noysefull Carre Whose wheeles had beam-spokes frō th'Hungarian star And all the other frame and freight from thence The Fever the Prince dyed off is observ'd by our Moderne Phisitions to bee begun in Hunga●e Deriu'd their rude and ruthlesse jnfluence Vp to her left side lept jnfernall Death His head hid in a cloud of sensuall breath By ●er sat furious Anguish Pale Despight Murmure and Sorrow and possest Affright Yellow Corruption Marow-eating Care Languor chill Trembling fits Irregulare Inconstant Collor feeble voyc't Complaint Relentles Rigor and Confusion faint Frantick Distemper Hare-eyd vnrest Out of the property of the Ha●e that never shuts her ●yes sleeping And short-breath'd Thirst with th'euer-burning breast A wreath of Adders bound her trenched Browes Where Tormēt Ambusht lay with all her throws Marmarian Lyons frindg'd with flaming Manes Marmar●cae Leone of Marmar●a a Re●ion in 〈◊〉 where the 〈◊〉 Lyons are bred with which Feuer is supposd to bee drawn for their excesse of he●t violence part of the effects of this Feuer The properties of the Feuer in these effects Drew this grym furie and her brood of Banes Their hearts of glowing Coles murmurd ror'd To beare her crook't yokes and her Banes abhord To their deare Prince that bore them in his Armes And should not suffer for his Good their Harmes Then from Hels burning whirlepit vp she hallde The horrid Monster fierce Echidna calde That from her Stigian Iawes doth vomit ever Quitture and Venome yet is empty neuer Then burnt her bloudshot eyes her Temples yet Were cold as Ice her Necke all drownd in sw●t Palenes spred all her breast her lifes heat stung The Minds Interpreter her scorched tongue Flowd with blew poison frō her yawning Mouth Rhumes fell like spouts fild frō the stormy South Which being corrupt the hewe of Saffron tooke A feruent Vapor all her body shooke From whence her Vexed Spirits a noysome smell Expyr'd in fumes that lookt as blacke as Hell A ceaseles Torrent did her Nosthrils steepe Her witherd Entrailes tooke no rest No sleepe Her swoln throte ratl'd warmd with lifes last spark And in her salt jaw●s painfull Cought did barke Herteeth were staind with Rust her sluttish hand Shee held out reeking like a New-quencht Brand Arm'd with crook'd Tallons like the horned Moone All Cheere all Ease all Hope with her was gone In her left hand a quenchles fire did glow And in her Right Palme freez'd Sithonian Snow The ancient Romanes did a Temple build To her as whome a Deitie they held So hyd and farre from cure of Man shee flyes In whose Life 's Power she mater the Deities When fell Rhamnusia saw this Monster nere Her steele Heart sharpning thus she spake to her Rhamnus●● excitat●ō of fe●e● Seest thou this Prince great Maid seed of Night Whose ●rows cast beams about thē like the Light Who joyes securely in