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Lachrimæ lachrimarum. or The distillation of teares shede for the vntymely death of the incomparable prince Panaretus. by Iosuah Syluester
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Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Quin, Walter.
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C23576 Sylvester Joshua Sylvester Joshua Lachrimae Lachrimarum on the Distillation of Teares shede for the untymely death of the incomparable Prince Panaretus FIRST EDITION calf extra 1612 ORIGINAL AND MOST RARE EDITION and not to be confounded with the comparatively common reprint of 1613 when it was accompanied by other productions The only other copy of the present editio princeps which has occurred during the last forty years is that in the Huth library See Collier's Rarest Books in the English Language 1865 ii 410-11 for some account of Sylvester The volume is curiously printed on one side of the leaves the reverse being in black with the royal arms gartered and crowned in white relief at the top and the printed pages having at head and foot a mourning band with emblems of mortality at the sides Sylvester's poem ends on B4 on C1 begins and continues to the end a series of verses on the same subject in English French Latin and Italian by Walter Quin of Dublin who is styled the Prince's servant First Edition HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRIMAE LACHRIMARVM or The Distillation of Teares Shede For the vntymely Death of The incomparable Prince PANARETVS by Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRIMAE LACHRIMARVM A funerall Elegie vpon the All lamented Death of the All-admired late PRINCE How-euer short of Others Art and Witt I knowe my powers for such a Part vnfitt And shall but light my Candle in the Sunne To doe a Work shal be so better Donne Could Teares and Feares giue my Distractions leaue Of sobbing words a Sable Webbe to weaue Could Sorrowes Fulnes giue my voice a vent How would how should my saddest Verse lament In deepest Sighes instead of sweetest Songs This Losse alas which vnto All belongs To all the Godly now and future farr To all the WORLD except S P. Q. R. HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE To All together and to Each a-part That liues and loues Religion Armes or Art To all abroad but to vs most of all That neerest stood to my High Cedars fall But more then most to Mee that had no Prop But HENRY's Hand and but in Him no Hope O Deerest HENRY Heav'n and Earths Delight O cleerest Beame of Vertues Rising bright O purest Spark of Pious Princely Zeale O surest Ark of Iustice sacred weale O grauest Presage of a Prudent kinde O brauest Message of a Valiant Mynde O All-admird Benign and Bountious O All-desired right PANARETVS PANARETVS All-vertuous was thy Name Thy Nature such such euer bee thy Fame O deerest cleerest purest surest Prop O grauest bravest Highest nighest Hope O how vntymelie is this Sunne gonne downe This Spark put out This Ark as ouerthrowne HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE This Presage crost This Message lost and left This Prop displac't This Hope of All bereft O! How vnkinde How gracelesse How ingrate Haue Wee cutt-off Thy likely longer Date For were This Stroak from Heav'ns immediat hand Or by Heav'ns leaue from Hells suborned Band How c'r it were Wee were the Mouing Cause That sweet Prince HENRY breath no longer drawes Wee All alas haue had our hands herein And Each of vs hath by some cord of Sinne Hal'd downe from Heaven from Iustice awfull Seat This Heauie Iudgement which yet more doth Threat Wee Clergie first who too too oft haue stood More for the Church-goods then the Churches good Wee Nobles next whose Title euer strong Can hardly offer Right or suffer Wrong Wee Magistrates who mostly weake of sight Are rather faine to feele then see the Right Wee Gentles then who rack and sack and sell To swimme like Sea-Crabs in a foure-wheeld Shell HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE Wee Courtiers next who French-Italianate Fashion our Faith after the forme of State Wee Lawyers then who in the forme of Law Dis-claiming Conscience like the Horse-leach drawe Wee Cittizens who seeming Pure and Plaine Beguile our Brother make our God our Gaine Wee Countrey-men who slander Heav'n and Earth As Authors of Our Artificiall Dearth All briefly All all Ages Sexes Sorts In Countries Citties Benches Churches Courts All Epicures Witt-Wantons Atheists Mach'-Aretines Momes Tap-To-Bacchonists Bats Harpies Sirens Centanres Bib-all nights Sice-sinckap Asses Hags Hermaphrodites And Wee poore Nothings fixed in no Spheare Right Wandring Tapers Erring euery-where Scorne of the Vulgar scandall of the Gowne Haue pull'd this Waight of Wrath This Vengeance down All All are guiltie in a high Degree Of This High Treason and Conspiracie HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE More brute then Brutus stabbing more then CAESAR With Two-hand-SINNES of Profit and of Pleasure For for the Peoples Sinnes for Subiects crymes God takes-away good Princes oftentymes So good IOSIAH HENRY's parallel Was yong bereft from Sinfull Izrael So our good EDWARD HENRY's Pre-cedent For ENGLAND's Sinnes was hence vntimely hent So heer good HENRY is newe taken hence For now Great-BRITAN'S great Sinnes Confluence Wee see th' Effect wee haue the Cause confest O! Turne wee then with speed to Saue the rest O! Turne vs Lord turne to vs turne away Thy Frownes our Feares with humblest Teares wee pray O! saue our Souverain save his Royall seed That still his Owne may on his Throne succeed Let Each of vs make priuie Search within And hauing found bring forth the Traitor SINNE To Execution with all Execration Henceforth renouncing such In-Sin-newation HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE Let Each of vs as Each hath thrown a Dart A Dart of Synne at HENRY 's princely hart Send-vp in Sighes our Soules devoutest breath To Shield our IAMES ANNE CHARLES ELIZA'BETH And HIM whose Loue shall render HER her Brother And make Her soone a happie Princes Mother Let Each of vs cease to lament in vain Prince HENRY 's Losse Death is to HIM a Gaine For Sauoy's Dukelings or the Florentine He Wedds his Sauiour of a Regal Ligne Glorie for Gold for Hope Possession there Of Crownes so Rich as neuer entred Eare Eye neuer sawe nor euer Hart conceav'd So strong Assur'd as cannot be bereav'd Waile not his death His Vertues cannot Dye Immortall Issue of ETERNITIE His Soule in Blisse beholds her Makers Eyes His goodlie Body shall more glorious Rise Weepe not for HIM weepe for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's losse our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weepe for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for Theis and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All With bended Knees but more with broken harts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our