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Prince Henries obsequies or Mournefull elegies vpon his death vvith a supposed inter-locution betweene the ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine. By George Wyther.
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Wither, George, 1588-1667.
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shall escape for so Iehouah wils The stormy Winter of ensuing ils Elegi 15. I greeue to see the woefull face o th' Court And for each grieued member of the land I greiue for those that make these greifes their sport And cannot their owne euill vnderstand I also greiue to see how vices swarme And Vertue as despis'd grow out of date How they receiue most hurt that doe least harme And how poore honest Truth incurreth hate But more much more I grieue that we doe misse The ioy we lately had and that he 's gone Whose liuing presence might haue helpt all this His euerlasting Absence makes me mone Yea most I grieue that Brittans hope is fled And that her darling braue Prince Henrie's dead Elegi 16. Prince Henri's dead what voice is that we heare Am I awake or dreame I tell me whether If this be true if this be true my deare Why doe I stay behind thee to doe either Alas my Fate compels me I must bide To share the mischiefes of this present age I am ordain'd to liue till I haue tride The very worst and vtmost of their rage But then why mourne I not to open view In sable robes according to the Rites Why is my hat without a branche of yeugh Alas my mind no complement delights Because my griefe that Ceremonie lothes Had rather be sad in heart then seeme in clothes Eleg. 17 Thrise happy had I bene if I had kept Within the circuit of some little village In ignorance of Courts and Princes slept Manuring of an honest halfe-plough tillage Or else I would I were as young agen As when Eliza our last Phoenix dide My childish yeares had not conceiu'd as then What t' was to loose a Prince so dignifide But now I know and what now doth't availe Alas whilst others merry seele no paine I melancholy sit alone and waile Thus sweetest profit yeelds the bitterst gaine Why 'cause it came by the forbidden tree And good things proue not that ill gotten be Eleg. 18. When as the first sad rumour fil'd my eare Of Henries sicknes an amazing terror Struck through my body with a shuddring feare VVhich I expounded but my frailties error For though a quicke-misdoubting of the worst Seem'd to fore-tell my soule what would ensue God will forbid thought I that such a curst Or ill-presaging thought should fall out true It cannot sincke into imagination That He whose future glories we may see To be at least all Europes expectation Should in the prime of age dispoiled be For if a hope so likely nought auaile vs It is no wonder if all other faile vs. Eleg. 19. Againe when one had forc't vnto my eare My Prince was dead although he much protested I could not with beleefe his sad newes heare But would haue sworne and sworne againe he iested At such a word me thought the towne should sinke The earth should downe vnto the Center cleaue Swallowing all in her hell-gaping chincke And not so much as Sea or Iland leaue Some Comet or some monstrous blazing-Starre Should haue appear'd or some strange prodigie Death might haue shownt ' vs though 't had beene a farre That he intended some such tyranny But God it seemeth did thereof dislike To shew that he will on a sudden strike Eleg 20. Thus vnbeleeuing I did oft enquire Of one of two of three and so of many And still I heard what I did least desire Yet grounded Hope would giue no faith to any Then at the last my heart began to feare But as I credence to my feares was giuing A voyce of comfort I began to heare Which to my fruitles Ioy said Henrie's liuing At that same word my Hope that was forsaking My heart and yeilding wholy to despaire Reuiued streight and better courage taking Her crazed parts so strongly did repaire I thought she would haue held it out but vaine For oh ere long she lost it quite againe Elegi 21. But now wy tongue can neuer make relation What I sustain'd in my last foughten field My minde assailed with a three-fold passion Hope Feare Dispaire could vnto neither yeeld Feare wil'd me for to vew the skies blacke colour Hope said Vpon his hopefull vertues looke Dispaire shew'd me an vniuersall dolour Yet fruitles Doubt my hearts possessiion tooke But when I saw the Hearse then I beleeu'd And taking breath thus fell to vowelling Beside to show I had not causeles greeu'd I saw a note of his embowelling There 't was subscrib'd they found he had no gall And like enough for he was sweetnes all Eleg. 21. Oh cruell and insatiable Death Would none suffice would none suffice but he VVhat pleasure was it more to stop his breath Then for to choke or kill or poyson me My life for his with thrice three milions more VVe would haue giuen as a ransome to thee But since thou in his losse hast made vs pore Foule Tyrant it shall neuer honor do thee For thou hast showne thy selfe a spightfull fiend Yea Death thou didst enuie his happy state And therefore thoughtst to bring it to an end But see see whereto God hath turnd thy hate Thou mean'st to marre the blisse he had before And by thy spight hast made it ten times more Eleg. 23. T is true I know Death with an equall spurne The lofty turret and lowe Cottage beats And takes impartiall each one in his turne Yea though he bribes prayes promises or threats Neither Man bruite plant sex age nor degree Preuailes against his dead-sure striking hand For then ere we would thus dispoiled be All these conioyn'd his fury should withstand But oh vnseene he strikes at vnaware Disguised like a murthering Iesuite Friends cannot stop him that in presence are And which is worse when he hath done his spight He carryes them so farre away from hence None liues that 's able for to fetch him thence Eleg. 24. Nor would we now because we do beleeue His God to whome indeede he did belong To crowne him where he hath no cause to greeue Tooke him from death that sought to do him wrong But were this deare beloued Prince of ours Liuing in any corner of this All Though kept by Romes and Mahomets cheefe powers They should not long detaine him there in thrall We would rake Europe rather plaine the East Dispeople the whole Earth before the doome Stampe halfe to pouder and fier all the rest But for to help vp proud aspiring Rome Spight of her powder with our counter-mines Blowe her aboue the Alpes or Appenines Elegi 15. But what shall we goe now dispute with God And in our heart vpraid him that 's so iust Let 's pray him rather to withdrawe his rod Least in his wrath he bruise vs vnto dust VVhy should we lay his death to Fate or times I know there hath no second causes bin But our high-flying-crying-dying crimes Nay I can name the chiefest murth'ring sinne And this it was how ere it hath bin hid Trust not
PRINCE HENRIES OBSEQVIES OR MOVRNEFVLL ELEGIES VPON HIS DEATH VVith A supposed Inter-locution betweene the Ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine By George Wyther LONDON Printed by Ed Allde for Arthur Iohnson at the white Horse neere vnto the great North doore of Saint Paul 1612 TO THE WHOLE WORLD IN GENERALL AND MORE PERTICVlarly to the Iles of great Brittaine and Ireland c. BIg-swolne with sighes almost drown'd with teares My Muse out of a dying traunce vp-reares Who yet not able to expresse her moanes In steede of better vtterance here groanes And least my close-breast should her health impaire Is come amongst you for to take the ayre I neede not name the greefes that on her seaze Th' are knowne by this beyond th' Antipodes But to your view some heauy rounds she brings That you may beare the burthen when she sings And that 's but Woe which you so high should straine That heauens vault might Eccho't backe againe Then though I haue not striued to seeme witty Yet read and reading note and noting pitty What though ther 's others show in this more Art I haue as true as sorowfull a hart What though Opinion giue me not a Name And I was ne're beholding yet to Fame Fate would perhapps my Muse as yet vnknowne Should first in Sorrowes liuery be showne Then be the witnes of my discontent And see if greefes haue made me Eloquent For here I mourne for your our publike losse And doe my pennance at the Weeping Crosse. The most sorrowfull G. W. DEath that by stealth did wound Prince H hart Is now tane Captiue and doth act the part Of one o'recome by being too too fierce And lies himselfe dead vnder Henries hearse He therefore now in Heauenly tunes doth Sing Hell wher 's thy triumph Death where is thy Sting Faults escaped Elegy 16 read Henry dead line 14 read be in hart Eleg. 23. line 13 r carryes him El. 2â— l. 1. r my tongue El. 28. l. 14. r hadadrimmon in the second page of the Iterlocution li. 5. r with still line 8. r vinnaugh Eleg 29. line 5 read walkes TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE ROBERT Lord Sidney of Penshurst Vicount Lisle Lord Chamberlaine to the Queenes Maiestie and Lord Gouernour of Vlushing and the Castle of Ramekins George VVither presents these Elegiak-sonnets and wisheth double Comfort after his two-fold sorrow Anagrams on the name of Sir William Sidney Knight deceased Gulielmus Sidneius En vilis gelidus sum * But* Ei ' nilluge sidus sum BEside our great and Vniuersall care Wherein you one of our chiefe sharers are To adde more griefe vnto your griefs begunne Whilst we a Father lost you lost a Sonne Whose hapelesse want had more apparant beene But darkened by the Other 't was vnseene Which well perceiuing loth indeed was I The Memory of one so deare should die And thereupon I the occasion tooke For to present your Honor with this Booke Vnfained and true mournefull Elegies And for our HENRIE my last Obsequies That he which did your Sonnes late death obscure Might be the Meane to make his fame endure But this may but renew your former woe Indeed and I might well haue doubted soe Had not I knowne that Vertue which did place you Aboue the common sort did also grace you With guifts of Minde to make you more excell And farre more able Passions rage to quell You can and may with moderation moane For all your comfort is not lost with one Children you haue whose Vertues may renew The comfort of decaying Hopes in you Praised be God for such great blessngs giuing And happy you to haue such comforts liuing Nor doe I thinke it can be rightly sed You are vnhappy in this One that 's dead For notwithstanding his first Anagram Frights with Behold now cold and vile I am Yet in his last he seemes more cherefull farre And Ioyes with Soft Mourne not I am a Starre Oh great preferment what could he aspire That was more high or you could more desire Well since his soule in heau'n such glory hath My Loue bequeathes his Graue this Epitaph Here vnder lies a SIDNEY And what than Dost thinke here lies but relicks of a man Know 't is a Cabanet did once include VVIT BEAVTIE SVVEETNES COVRT'SEY FORTITVDE So let him rest to Memory still deare Till his Redeemer in the Clowdes appeare The while accept his VVill who meaning plaine Doth neither write for praise nor hope of Gaine And now your Teares and priuate Griefe forbeare And turne againe to this our Publike care Your Honours true honorer George Wyther PRINCE HENRIES OBSEQVIES OR Mournefull Elegies vpon his death With A supposed inter-locution betweene the Ghost of Prince Henry and Great Brittaine Eleg. 1. NOw that beloued Henries glasse is runne And the last duties to his body showne Now that his sad-sad Obsequies be done And publike sorowes well-nigh ouer-blowne Now giue me leaue to leaue all Ioyes at one For a dull Melancholy lonelines To pine my selfe with a selfe-pining mone And fat my greefe with solitarines For if it be a comfort in distresse As some thinke to haue sharers in our woes Then I desire to be comfortles My Soule in publike greefe no pleasure knowes Yea I could wish and for that wish would die That there were none had cause to greeue but I. Eleg. 2. For were there none had cause to greeue but I Twoul'd from my Sorrowes many sorrowes take And I should moane but for ones misery Where now for thousands my poore heart doth ake Bide from me Ioy then that still from me bid'st Be present Care that euer present art Hide from me Comfort that at all times hid'st For I will greeue with a true-greeuing heart I le glut my selfe with Sorrow for the nonce VVhat though my Muse against it once did say Oh beare with my vnbridled Passion once I hope it shall not yet from vertue stray Since greefe for such a losse at such a season May be past measure but not out of Reason Eleg. 3. Why should I for th' infernall Furies hallo Call vpon darkenes and the lonely night Or summon vp Minerua or Apollo To help me dolefull Elegies endite Here needs no mention of the feares of Stix Of black Cocitus or such fained stuffe Those may paint out their greefes with forc't tricks That haue not in them reall cause enough I neede it not yet for no priuate Crosse Droopes my sad soule nor doe I mourne for fashion For why a generall a publike losse Kindles within me a right wofull Passion Then oh alas what nâ—ede hath he to borrow Tht's pintch't already with a feeling sorrow Eleg. 4. First for thy losse poore world-diuided I le My eyes pay greefes drink-offering of teares And I set by all other thoughts a while To feede my minde the better on thy cares I saw how happie thou wert but of late In thy sweet Henries hopes yea I saw too How thou didst glory in