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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09513	Deuoreux Vertues teares for the losse of the most christian King Henry, third of that name, King of Fraunce; and the vntimely death, of the most noble & heroicall gentleman, VValter Deuoreux, who was slaine before Roan in Fraunce. First written in French, by the most excellent and learned gentlewoman, Madam Geneuuefue, Petau Maulette. And paraphrastically translated into English. Ieruis Markham.	Petau de Maulette, Geneviève.; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1597 (1597)	STC 19793; ESTC S110428	34,051	98

VVherefore the flowers of all the Citties p●ide VVell armed in a fayre Batalion ●ide 186 But what is it so priuate can be ment But VVarres intellegencer Rum●r knowes And if not for dispight yet to th' intent He may be still him selfe in furie goes And vnto what the one side 's fully bent Maliciously vnto the other shoes This now well-prating Parat tels the ende VVhereto the Citties issues doe intende 187 Forth-with ô Essex thou a counsaile tooke Though none could vtter what thou knewst not well For all experience lodg'd within thy looke And there agreed that force their force should quell Like number gainst like number vndertooke To bate the pride which now began to swell And Deu'rax who was Honours daily guest VVould guide them to their fame or to their rest 188 VVhat in the heauenly Parlament aboue Is written by the finger of the first Mortals may feele but neuer can remoue For they are subiects to the heauens worst Hence came it Deu'rax that no prayres no loue Could stay thy forward course thine youths flame bur●● Into impatience when Aduise thy friend Sought to protract the hasting of thine end 189 Euen as the sunne in all his royalti● At noone-tide casts his lookes vpon the ground And wooes the fruites with eye-cleare Maiestie Curing the VVinters vlcerated wound So Deu'rax looke such beames of dignitie From him vpon the Armie did rebound And from his beames all gazers tooke that fire VVhich mounting vp would neuer more retire 190 VVhen Hect●r wore the purest roabes of warre And louer-like would haue no blemish spide Courting bright Glory all his hopes deere starre Fam'd then to be Achilles promis'd bride VVas not so rich nor shin'd his praise so farre As Deuorax did which in the troope did ride Before all others like the breake of day vvhich throgh nights shadowes makes his burnisht way 191 I thinke his soule for oft it happens so Like a deere Prophetesse by holy flame Had a fore-knowledge or some sacred shoe Of what should after happen For this same VVhich we call death the soules release from woe The worke which brings our blisse to happy frame Sildome arests the body but wee finde Some notice of it written in our minde 192 I know his blessed Genius sacred bred VVhich in a moment by her thoughts suruaies All the celestiall houses and doth spred Ouer the earth and through the va●test Seas Thys day by some deuiner humor led Doth apprehend the changes of his dayes For he was not himselfe though euer best But stranger with strange honor strangely drest 193 Neuer rode Bride-grome to salute his Bride VVith such delight as hee to his vnrest All speed was leaden-footed oft hee cryde By dallying time our hopes will be deprest Then straight hee notes how swift the day doth slide And feares it will not last till hee be blest At length in all poynts fitted as hee would Hee marcheth on encouraging the bould 194 Arm'd was he royallie through euery part His head except which had no steelie guard Those Angell-lookes which could enchaunt a hart Flint-moulded or in yron closurs bard Nakedly borne vnpollished by Art Like the attracting Sunne with his beames snard The vapours of the warre to flie vnto him VVhose mists of death in touching did vndoe him 195 The vapors of the warre the clowdie smoake The mantles to that winged messenger VVhich from the Cannons intrailes rudely broke Or from a lesser hand deliuerer Kills where it comes woundeth the hardest Oake Batters stone walls and leaues no register Of any comely worke thys ayrie deuill Became in loue with good it selfe all euill 196 VVith him it was in loue or fayn'd to be For euen as hayle-stones fall vpon the ground Or in the Sunne playes little Attomie Euen so flew bullets with a musick sound Of whistling notes Death charming melodie About each part of him yet made no wound So that those liuing and that dying lay Thought him VVarrs selfe with whō VVarre seem'd to play 197 And well it might be so if VVarre like men Had beene created with a sicklie soule Full of our melting passion I would then Haue so imagin'd but because t is foule And most deformed if some mournfull pen VVith inck not full so black did not controule The rugged iestures of his hatefull face I would not thinke him guiltie of such grace 198 VVarre of one matter made hath but one thought Barb'rous obduracie conceiting blood Yet from those vnions infinits are brought But all of one like humor and one good VVarre simply is but spoyle till Vertue taught How it might be refin'd and vnderstood A better thing reporting t was the Sire Of H●nour which all mortall men desire 199 Thys thin-leau'd Gold vpon a Copper linke This Venice ceres on an Ethiops face This Di'mond set in Lead this faire-pau'd sinke Cheats the whole world and vnder shew of grace Depriues vs of more ioyes then we can thinke This robs vs of the riches wee imbrace Mee thinks the losses which we find by it Should make men loathe and vildly spet at it 200 But fie thys furie is too vehement Many dead boughs hang on a soueraigne-tree VVarre rightly handled is most excellent And easie makes impossibilitie It mounts the Alps and through vast Seas doth rent By it in blood a way to heau'n we see And euen by it though long before thy time Deu'rax thou didst into the heau'ns clime 200 Looke how a gust of winde vpon the flood Comes scouring and ore-takes the Saylers eye Or as a tempest renting vp a wood Seemes swifter then the nimblest thought to flie VVith speede as great or more in likelihood Thys worthy Deuorax to the charge doth hie And as the thunder rents the heauenly frame So teares his Launce the rankes in which hee came 201 As earths great wealth falls by the Reapers hand So fell his foes by his deuouring sword The Parragons and Minions of that Land Buying theyr proofe too deerely doe accord That his renownes preheminence shall stand Aboue all former Princes and afford Matter for greater meruaile then hath beene Or had he liu'd should els-where haue been seene 202 But what auailes it to say thys hee did VVhen t was but showes to that he would haue done VVhat better am I to say thus hee rid Thus hee tryumph'd thus did his foe-men runne VVhen what hee was from present is is hid Remembraunce by such memorie vndone VVho knew him knew hee was the best of any VVho knew him not may learne by mee and many 204 But loe the battaile grew by this time old And yet the worst of it was still vnborne Many a life was deerely bought and sold But now in happy state and now forlorne Contagious changes euery one behold The Rebels first sith vanquisht and ore-borne The English next who hauing slaine their foes Came weeping backe but could not tell their woes 205 The Fountaine whence these miseries did spring O noble Deuorax flow'd from thy great thought

disdaine And forfet troaths of such sad dayes alow You will accurse your selues and banne your breath And pray the Mountaynes to bring speedy death 225 But vnto those yet vncreated times O Muse bequeath these secret Prophecies And let his end draw to an end thy rimes Dye with his death and in his obsequies Intomb thy soule thy soule which weary climes And falls with faintnes as he seekes to rise And seate his numbers in their sweetned eares VVhere best delights and best wits fire appeares 226 ❀ Thus ARETEA with a heauie looke Ending with sighs what was with teares begunne Turnes from my presence and with woe for-sooke Further discourse But I that swift did runne Vpon Desires feete with reuerence tooke Hold of her garment and cry'd stay deere Sunne Thou which hast taken prisoner all my thought Ransome my minde let his release be bought 227 If thus thou doe depart from me will part My rauisht sence for charritie faire Saint Stay and as thou hast banqueted my hart So glut mine eyes ô holy Mayd acquaint My sight yet drownd with ouer-flow of smart VVith those rare miracles which Art doth paint Vpon his famous Tomb for t were a shame Forgetfulnes should sleepe vpon his Name 228 I doe assure my selfe religious Fraunce VVhich loues the lawes of Hospitalitie VVill not ingratefully forget his chaunce Or for a world forgoe his memorie I know her eyes with tribute-teares doe glaunce Daily vpon his Tomb his valiancie VVhich for her sake brought him to earthly mold Liues writ in Iet in Marble Brasse or gold 229 Or if t were so that her distempred minde Filld with her owne griefe should forget her friend I know his Countries spirit most refinde And those whom Nature binds to such an end VVill raise a Piramed of some strange kinde Vpon whose Colombs euery with shall spend The fire of his best Muse that who succeeds Shall beg form him or weare no witty weeds 230 ❀ It may be so the heauenly one replide And feare of that I feare keeps him obscure Or else for that experience late hath tride That handy works doe neuer euer dure They are content to let him vnknowne bide Till they may frame the worke more certaine sure Or Time that can dissolue these holy things Hath taught vs now to doe●lesse holy things 231 Yet least thou shouldst too much complaine and fret The world by telling wherein she offends For what we doe amisse behind we set Few to their faults reproue with patience tends Come and I le carry thee where Time hath set His Tropheys vp to last when all things ends Earth hath them not nor Sea nor heere nor there But no where some where some where euery wher● 232 ❀ VVith that me thought the power of Amaze Carry'd my Soule far from my common sence VVonder me thought with a starre-shyning blaze Lighted her to some sacred residence Earths eyes were clos'd onely my minde did gaze Much I beheld yet knew not what nor whence Any thing issued Sight of many things Confounds the sight and not true iudgement brings 233 A world of worlds I saw yet no worlds there Aboundance of delights bathing in teares Passion and stoick dulnes euery where Vassailes and Kings Kings as no Kings appeares A thousand hands a thousand Towers doe reare As many moe the walls in sunder teares Beauties stood thicker much the● spotted starrs But double moe defects which faces●marrs 234 VVhen I saw all things I saw nothing well Millions about me now but straight-way gone I numberd much and yet could nothing tell Infinets when I summ'd them were but one Desirous for to know this heauenly hell I saw t was meere Imagination For by the hourely changes it did bring I saw it was no euer-during thing 235 About this great imaginarie round This Kingdome of the vnrestrayned thought VVhere all things are which are not to be found I made a long large progresse then she brought My tyr'd conceits to a more holy ground VVhere many curious molds were rarely wrought Of all the VVorthies which were nobly bred Sleeping secure in Honours quiet bed 236 Not far from them was built a Monument Of sparkling Di'monds fast bound in with gold And round about it for an ornament Lawrell I might and Cipresse Groues behold The gates were of the dayes best blandishment And euery Piller wrought seem'd to vphold A singing Angell and a weeping Saint The strangest mixture Thought did euer paint 237 This place delightlesse had me thought Delight And filld his emptines with rare conceite This nothing me thought all things did dispight And seeme more rich then the most rich receite Of Edens excellence there thoughts did wright Happy content contented with deceite And as me thought I view'd these glorious gates I reade these lines written in golden Plates THE TOMBE You which desire to ope this dead mans dore Or you that passe by it without regard Rest here your eyes and filling them with gore Behold this Tombe of words and lines prepard On Marble Iet and Iasper mayst thou po're Tyll thou poure out thy sight yet be debard To read the sacred heau'n-out-lyuing scroule VVhich hath the deeds of this almightie soule 238 Drawne by the charming Musicke of these roes And guided by the strength of my desire I prest into this ayrie house of woes Praysing the thoughts which made me to aspire The sights I saw seem'd not me thought like shoes Of earths inuention they bore-brighter fire But looking long they vanisht then appeare Nothing but lines and these me thought they were THE STATVE O thou new Age appareld with desire To know them whom the liberall powers create Of most heroick spirits sacred fire Raysing their deeds to heauens starre-spotted gate Behold this Empire-meriting young Prince Clos'd with his vertues in this Tombs black shade VVho fought for Fraunce and those which euer since Should not for shame see his great glory fade And if a fayre desire thou take to spread Through this worlds Theater which sings his deeds His glorious prayse and with it rayse the dead Name but his name for it all names exceeds The sound of Deu'rax borne through thousand Lands Eternally on Mem'ries Altar stands 239 VVith this last word the lines were vanished And by some sacred hand tane from my sight By that great losse my ioyes were banished For yet my longings were not orderd right This vnseene seene this tale halfe vttered Driue me from ill into a worser plight Then to my Guide thinking to make my mone Shee was departed to I all alone 240 Euen ARETEA was departed thence No signe was left of any thing but woe Mine auncient woe my thinkings recompence Delight me thought was chang'd to nothing so Now stood my feete in their old residence Painefully mouing taught by Care to goe But now in heauen and now in hell I range So swift out thoughts are and so apt to change 241 Vast solitarines bounded my sight For all is desolate where not

selfe-kinde Vnto selfe-kind affords a mutuall right Of●patious trees of flowres and fruites I finde Millions of consorts pittying my plight But their dumb eloquence wound more the minde And in their silent listning seeme to say VVe are Griefes hearers why doth Griefes tongue stay 242 This heauie summons to my wounded hart Awakt the sleeping sparks of my best zeale VVhich mixed with my Countries fatall smart Both cause and mourner of this early peale Compeld me play Calamities sad part And striue thy prayse ô Deu'rax to reueale Affliction in my bosome long deprest Broke from my lips and thus flew from my brest 243 ¶ Alas mine eyes that these your falling teares Should make two Riuers and yet not erect Their Funeralls aboue the mouing spheares But sadly on these flowres with sighs defect Paint lamentable verses pittious feares The witnesses of thousand Griefes respect O now exhalt these fountaynes of my brayne They happy are which for good Chaunce complayne 244 Nor eyes nor verse fill'd with this tearie source VVhich with pale colours ploughs my furrowed face Can vs suffice till my sad tongues discourse Relent obdurate Pitty mourne Disgrace All paynes all mortall anguishes all worse Then payne or anguish or the wofulst case Can be imagin'd ô what payne haue I To see againe a new Achilles die 245 VVoe me mine eyes seeke shadowes for your sight To sounding Rocks recount your miseries The Sunne is not for you seeke lasting Night Long not for Day place galling agonies And fore-knowne mischiefes next thy heauie plight Of woes and wrongs found new societies VVeepe weepe poore Fraunce this losse by Fate down hurld Is not alone to thee but all the world 246 ❀ Alas fayre Nimphs you Ladies of cleare springs If eyther loue or pitty which still dwells In femall harts lament those heauie things VVhich presse our fortunes downe to many hells VVhy doe you let these flow'rs which dumbly sings VVeepe ere you weepe and with tormenting yells Sigh long before you O great powers decline Teares shed for Vertues sake are teares deuine 247 ❀ You VVood-Gods hence leaue haunting of your Caues Come weepe with me this lamentable crosse VVhich fatall Death the Emperour of graues Hath heapt vpon our dayes ô bare-bon'd glosse Of what we all must be what nothing saues Can there alas then this be surer losse To see all vertue in a forgotten Tombe Of Fortune ô ineuitable dombe 248 ❀ O Fate thou faithlesse measurer of times Most vnindiffrent Mistris to young yeares VVhich haue the purest soules now note thy crimes Tell vs who caus'd thee hasten our dispaires Inroling Deu'rax in these buriall rimes VVhy didst thou bandie mischiefe gainst the spheares Taking away what heauen to earth did lend And bringing rarest things to quickest end 249 In spight of thee and Death his gentle Name His glorious Name vnder his soule shall shine It from the skyes shall take the dayes bright flame And on the heauenly stage his deeds deuine Shall sacredly be reade and by the same Eternity shall liue his vertues Mine Shall be a rich example vnto Kings T is prayse not shame to follow vertuous things 250 ❀ Daughters of Ioue since happy Memory Inroles the deeds are worthy of record In golden letters lasting Charractrie Vpon a pollisht Marble ô accord And in that Booke heauens royall Lybrarie VVrite downe his Prayses then that Prayse afford Limits beyond all earth or seas proud rage Leauing their beames to guide this yron age 251 ❀ You Sisters of Apollo sacred nyne O through all worlds within your lyuing Arts Beare his renowne and graue within your shryne The honour of his great almighty parts Let it flye farther much then Sunne can shyne For he was euen a Monarke of all harts Nor euer did the VVarriours in times past Attayne more honour then his Time imbra●st 252 ❀ O tryple crown'd Diana ô great Queene Latonas Daughter Sister to the Sunne Thou Delphian Lamp Lady of euery greene VVith that sad Christall water which doth runne From thy celestiall eyes sadly be seene To wet this Tomb where Englands fame doth wonne Make it a lyuing spring thinke there remaynes VVhat ere the earth or rich or fayre contaynes 253 VVhat ere on earth is rich delightsome fayre Holy or vertuous which the rare right hand Of that most great most infinite most deere Father of all eternitie makes stand Vpon this mold vnder the tryple ayre VVhich bounds the boundlesse circute of the Land Vpon his soules-brow thinke thou seest the same The deere Conseruatour of his best Name 254 ¶ Fraunce which hath caus'd the losse of all this best Come offer teares and sighs for sacrifice And though too late by it know thy vnrest ¶ Goddesse ELIZA Queene of harts and eyes That lost this Name I loue wish it good rest Say Deu'rax liue in peace and t' will suffice I dare not beg a teare yet Deu'rax gone You lost one of the best beames bout your Throne 255 ❀ And you great Lord greatest of all that 's great Loosing your Brother whom most worthilie The earth adores your breasts fayre Pallace beate Deere Essex prayse his new Natiuitie ❀ You Soueraigne Ladies thron'd in my harts seate Northumberland and Rich for charritie Ayde his rare prayse and sweeten my poore rime VVhich striues to make him conquer Death and Time 256 ❀ Lastly you English people Pallas Squires Faithfully wall this Saint-like Tomb about And make his vertues grow from your desires Report by Valures tongue the world throughout That though the Fates incenst with enuious fires Breake Natrues thred and captiuate the stout Yet shall his Name the badge of Pietie Liue both in heauen and earth eternallie 257 And thus arest thy pace poore heauie Muse Doe thy last seruice end thy weary tale And on this well-built holy Tomb infuse The large deriued currents of thy bale Say as to say all holy powers vse Glory adue Honour and Vertues pale ❀ The drowned Meads againe regaine their greene VVhat not in him is in his Brother seene FINIS The Countesse of Northumberland the Lady Rich. The two Ladies Sir Iohn Norris Sir Frauncis Vere 〈◊〉 Roger Williams Sir Conyers Clyfford Sir Math●w Morgan Sir Edw●rde Brooke M. Walter 〈◊〉 Roan be●●●g'd Villiers Gouernour of Roan Essex and De●●rax