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death_n	body_n	pain_n	soul_n	8,495	5	5.3269	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16948	Funerall elegies vpon the most lamentable and vntimely death of the thrice illustrious Prince Henry, Prince of VVales, &c. By R.A.	Allyne, Robert.	1613 (1613)	STC 384; ESTC S104377	6,508	14

Phisnom'e cannot wrong informe What though thy yeres do promise what they owe not Yet more then they haue promis'd they 'le performe And ô would God I might but liue to see That hope effect'd which all conceiue of thee That yet our Barbarous en'mies in the East Within the Empire of old Babilon And that proud misticke Babell in the Weast That holdes the cup of fornication By whose vile dregs the Kings on earth are drunke May be in deepe of darke confusion sunke How shin'd great Brittaines Lampes of late so cleere Like Planets in their opposite aspects While Fathers rayes vpon his sonne did peere Resuming splendor from his sonnes reflects Which glorious lights the world did late admire Reciprocating betwixt the sonne and sire Lending and borrowing from each others light As Phoebus throwes his rayes vpon the Moone Who represents his person in the night Then yeilds her splendor when her course is done To him from whome shee borrow'd all her glore Yet lost no light by her but gain'd the more No more the great Apollo of this I le Did loose his light jmparting't to his sonne But gain'd a greater glorie all the while While all redoubled backe againe did runne By Rayes of which reciprocating light This Ile had alwaies day and knew no night Till death by interposing his darke hand Did intercept those beames and holde them backe Which spred a darke ecclipse o're all this land And chang'd all brightnes in Cimmerian blacke By those great Luminaries dire defects Portending most prodigious effects Which God averte and turne vpon our foes Least doubtlesse this small I le at length become A boundlesse continent of endlesse woes Reaping the juste desert of threatned dome Since Gods long suffring is at length out-runne Whose judgements at his owne house are begunne God graunt our sinnes procure no greater wrath Vppon our heads but that wee once may turne To true repentance by a lively fayth And for our many sinnes sincerely mourne That God may in his mercie yet restore This darkened Iland to her former glore And in the person of our tender Prince Renew those lampes of discontinued light Which haue beene droun'd in darkenes ever since That worthy Prince did bid the world goodnight Let never this small Ile while heavens remaine Be dark'd with such a dire eclipse againe And though the bravest branch be cut away Yet seat the roote most stedfast in his place To shine from Thames and Trent to Forth and Tay Eternall in his never ruin'd race From whence while earth indures may still be one To rule th' vnited Ile of Ath●●● So long as Tay and Forth and Tr●●● and Thames Irrignates this I le with christ all streames ¶ In Effigiem Principis SWeet senslesse stone that sensibly expresseth A Princes person in his mortall daies So artificiall that each one confesseth The Caruers curious paines deserueth praise That one small sparkle of Promethean fire Might make thy breathles body moue and spire That since th' immortall substance of his soule Hath gain'd by death an everlasting crowne And endles fame his vertues doth enro●de In registers of never dark'd renowne His earthly parts which onely mortall bee May liue and be immortaliz'de in thee That no part of so great a worth should perish But all be cloth'd with incorruption Whose soule bones vertues heavens art fame do cherish Against death rottennes and obliuion While either heavens or arte or fame shall liue No part of those three parts shall not surviue While thou pure marble shalt possesse a place Amongst the best of English Potentates And with thy Princely presence there shalt grace The glorious crew of great Plantagenets Where Henries Edwards Richards still surviue In Marble bodies as they seem'd aliue Why then thogh art can saue from earth's corruption The earth 's owne body which is due to wormes Yet cannot so paint out the Soules perfection A greater taske then Painters art performes To braue oblivion with his memorie Concernes the sacred art of Poetrie And ô would God some Orpheus might arise Whose pow'rfull verse did moue deafe Rockes to heare him While Beasts and Birds and Stones and Plants and Trees And Nymphs and Fawnes came thronging to be neare him Let such a one in golden lynes set forth The jmage of his soules admired worth If gazers swarme about his picture so To marke the sweet resemblance of his face What troupes what worlds of men should seeke to know A mirror of his vertues and his grace While one amongst the rest that viewd his toombe Distilling teares should thus the rest informe Heere lyes but Ah how can hee lye so low Who living still aspired to be high Yet heere he lies and doth his soule also No sure it mounts jmmortall th'rough the skie Heere lyes why then where are his vertues gone And are those too in toomb'de within this stone Once more heere lyes the body of a Prince Whome nature grace'd with such divine perfection That all that e're were borne before or since Did choose him for their chiefe by rare election Famous for learning valor wisedome worth Royall by vertue beauty bounty birth Whose childhood promis'de greater hope of praise Then ever Prince attained in his time Whose vertues made the fame of former dayes Obscured in the springtide of his prime Till nature doubting so great grouth in strength Should haue surpasde even natures selfe at length Did cut him off by death before his day Who even in dying triumph'de o're that elfe Ah whither am I carri'd heere I le stay Least following him too farre I loose my selfe Sith mortall pennes vnworthy are to write And too too base to treat a theame so great Sweet bones within your toombe rest still in store Till God rejoine you to the soule in glore Epitaphium Two Kingdomes strone for Intrest in one Prince Heauens claim'd me from them both and reft me hence Scotland my Cradle England hath my Horse The Heauens my Soule my Vertues liue in verse 2. I liv'd three Kingdomes hope foes terror Parents life I di'de their dearest losse their Ioy their endles griefe To the Kings most excellent Maiestie GReat mightie Monarch of this mourning Ile Whose griefe is ours or ours is thine or rather Both waile but one griefe in a diff'rent stile Thou mourning for a Sonne we for a Father Yet all but one who both was borne to bee A Sire to vs but first a Sonne to thee Our blisse our bale is borrowed but from thine For when thou weep'st then we are drown'd in teares And when some signes of joy beginne to shine In thy bright lookes then mirth in vs appeares Not swerving once from thee in this nor that As if vpon thy brow we read our fate Then if thou tenders as no doubt thou does Our weale great King lament his death no more Who cannot die and then we cannot choose But doe the same that thou hast done before Looke on thy living Sonne and thou shalt see A