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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80567	A cordial elegie & epitaph upon the much lamented death of that incomparable Prince Henry Duke of Glocester, brother to our Sovereign Lord the King, the most perfect and accomplished prince of his years the Christian world could boast of; and a royal cedar endowed with as many great vertues as mortality could receive; a prince of such fortitude abroad and wisdom at home, vastness of wit and understanding, that no prince could parrallel, always steadfast in religion, and a prince who, if we compare his valour with his meekness, his knowledge with his innocence, and his religion with his youth, no prince can equalize; deceased the 13th of September 1660.		1660 (1660)	Wing C6284; Thomason E1045_7; ESTC R207958	2,411	7

A CORDIAL Elegie Epitaph UPON The much l●mented Death of that incomparable Prince HENRY Duke of Glocester Brother to our Sovereign Lord the KING the most perfect and accomplished Prince of his years the Christian World could boast of And a Royal Cedar endowed with as many great Vertues as mortality could receive A Prince of such Fortitude abroad and wisdom at home vastness of wit and understanding that no Prince could parrallel always steadfast in Religion and a Prince who if we compare his Valour with his Meekness his Knowledge with his Innocence and his Religion with his Youth no Prince can equalize Deceased the 13th of September 1660. LONDON Printed for GEORGE HORION 1660. A Cordi●ll ELEGIE UPON The much lamented death of that most hopeful young Prince HENRY Duke of Gloucester deceased Thursday the 13th of September 1660. PArdon O Heavens just God wherein have we Transgrest against thy Glorious Majesty Were we ungratefull for thy bounty when Thou gavest to us these Princes we to them And to a happy State did us restore From out the bondage we were in before O no great God we from our selves confess Thy Mercies Angells be our Witnesse What Cause O Muse Is God prophan'd or why Susteine we still perpetual misery Has Grief no end and must we ever go Whilst Earth remains Concomitants with wo. Was 't not enough by Ttaytors Tyranny To loose bles't Charles of glorious me nory And then to languish so extream a while Dureing the time of their most sad exile In boundless misery but again this loss We could not been redeem'd without the Cross Proves bitter to our sweetness Gloucester's gone That hopefull Prince this ages Paragon That blessed Image of our Martyr'd King Lop't in the prime of his most happy spring So short an age and with such trouble past Concludes his life was but a Winters blast So many dolefull houres in which he view'd Rampant Rebellion Rigorously intrude Upon his Fathers Kingdomes and invest With Barbarous fu●y our most peacefull rest Thus he no sooner having made the earth More happy by his most Illustrous Birth But straight all Hells enrag'd each fury sits And for distraction bend their Cursed wits Envy Dissention disobedience frames And black disloyalty our Realmes enflames Blood Monstrous Treason Murther and debate With Ravenous Wolves possess our peacefull state Since and befor ethe Murther of our KING His life is a continuall suffering Which yet with more than manly fortitude He bore nor suffer'd horror to entrude Upon his Valiant soul his Royal breast Was ever fill'd with glory that exprest He was the Race of Heaven and soar'd as high Upon the wings of pleas'd Alacrity But now O when the Heavens most sacred Grace Had smooth'd the terror of his dreadfull face To pleasing smiles converts his angry frowns Our bleeding Kingdoms mercifully Crownes With sweet Tranquillity blest Henry he Comes only and surveys our vanity And back to Heaven retyres whence first he came To bless the world with his Illustrious name Like to a Moses he became our guide He brought us to our Canaan and then dy'd But stay me thinks I hear a voyce from Hell Adamn'd Phantique Thunders forth a Spell Long since condem'd th' Eternalls doome to bear With hideous language thus Inchants the eare Of his yet living Brethren and informes Them with a Volley of most horrid Stormes That this on us a fatall judgment was For trampling down forsooth their Good Old Cause To which the Heavens reply if so it be Tht 't is a judgment Charles his Clemency Occasions it in suffering such to breath Whom Gods decree had justly mark't for death See Saul th' Almight yes favour was deny'd Whilst Murtherous Agag good Indemnify'd And Ahabs life a satisfaction gives For Israels sin because Benhadad lives Pardon dread Soveraign sorrow cannot hold If that my zeal hath made me overbold Not that we tax your mercy but our fear For this our loss augments a doubtfull tear Least our blest Martyr Charles his blood has cry'd to Heaven and Heaven remaines unsatisfy'd O may they soon receive their fatall due Least what 's but now our fear may prove too true O Envious Fate that with such dread appears To put a period to his bloomeing years With what a mournfull face hast thou beset Three drooping Realmes with palefull Cypress wet In Stygian streames our Gloucester being dead Where late the lively Lawrell flourished Though newly sprung yet with a potent grace Did both protect and glorifie the place Which now appears like to an unquoth Cell Where onely Pilgrims and sad Mourners dwell Our Countrey City Potentates and Court All Clad in Sables mournfully report Our mis'rable misfortune to the skys With dolefull hearts and sad lamenting eyes But O if this such dyre dejection bring Unto the people how resents the King And Duke this Priceless loss in whom we view'd Three glorious bodyes with one soul endu'd O how it pierces their Heroick souls How outward woe and inward grief controules their Royal natures striving to outvy our sacred Soveraign in Majesty Needs must the saddness of our Land be great When sorrow solely swa●es the regal seat When Yorks most Valliant Duke these tydings heares It like a Mandrake soundeth in his eares Of which his Princely Sister bears a part That thrills like lightning through her tender heart The last of all th'indulgent Mother oh How quickly's all her joy 's now turn'd to woe She who beheld her tender branches tost By boysterous stormes of Persecution crost By barbarous Torrents of Rebellious Elves Daily repulst upon the dangerous shelves Of War and Treason now which hope reviv'd Seeing her happy Sons which joy receiv'd In glad assurance trusts to see again Her Children in a glorious Triumph Reign With plentuous blessings and a Land Tranquill That may perswade her Charles is living still But O when she to England shall resort Her dearest GLOUCESTER's missing from the Court This only comfort left hee 's gone to see His Father Crown'd with Heavenly Majesty There rest most Glorious blessed Soul with his Th' eternall sharer of his boundless bliss Whilst we thy absence mourne and deck thy Herse With Cordiall briney Teares and Tragick verse EPITAPH H ere lyes Gloucesters fairest flower E nglands joy in one blest hour N ewly sprung yet soon from hence R ap't to eternall Residence Y ou that at his Tomb appear D uly pay devotion here U nto these Holy Ashes for K nown when he dy'd there fell a Star E arly as his year the fall O f which proves Epidemicall F alse Earthly joyes appear'd for him G loryes to base in Heavens esteem L ifted up above the Skyes O n Angels wings to Paradize V ertue in his Royall breast C ontinuall flames of wrath possest E nvious Time his glorious name S hall ne'r destroy his loud Tongu'd fame T his pious Marble still declares E ncompast with a Sea of Tears R eplenisht daily from his eyes Of constant Loyall Votaryes FINIS