the mortall tam'd And these two contraries where ere they meete Double delight and make our thoughts more sweet 167 Hee that hopes least leaues not to hope at all But hopes the most hoping so little hope Augmenting of our hope makes hope grow small And taking from it giues it greater scope The desperat man which in dispaire doth fall Hopes by that end ill-fortunes to reuoke And to this hope belongs a second part VVhich we call Confidence that rules the hart 168 This second part of hope this Confidence VVhich Tully calls a vertue that doth guide The spyrit to an honest residence VVithout whose ayde no pleasure will abide In our world-wearied flesh This strong defence Against our aduerse Fate now full of pride Perswades the English Legions that it is Impossible their chaunce should runne amisse 169 O Hope thou Nurse of aged feeblenes Thou common good which bid'st when naught is left Thou best maintaynour of lifes happines Excluding from our harts misfortunes theft How art thou made the cause to wretchednes Of all thy proper nature quite bereft VVhat canst thou erre I passing wondrous well Chieflie when Hope and Loue together dwell 170 You men tormentors Hope and foolish Loue The last our guide the first is our consort The one to execute our thoughts doth proue The other of successe giues good report Nothing in minds doth greater mischiefes moue Then where you hold your howerly resort And though to sights you neuer publique bee Yet are you plagues much worse then eyes can see 171 For you are they which feede the mighty minde VVith sweeâ—â—â—â— poyson of dâ—â—â—red prayse You make vs trust for that we shall not finde And like the lookes which onely should displease For did not loue of dangers inly binde Our harts to hazard and the paynted case Of our owne hopes arme all our Spirits breath VVe should not seeke nor gaine vnâ—imely death 172 Thou euill-good I would exclaime on thee Did thine owne selfe not others guide thy will But being least thinâ— owne what iniurie By thee was done shall liue in others ill †The French and English now ioyn'd faithfullie Doe eythers â—ares with others glory fill And th' aduerse part felt daily by their blowes That though their harts were friends their fames were foes 173 One striues to goe more faster then the rest Saying the buis'neâ— crau'd a winged pace Another seeing his deere friend opprest For loues sake will dâ—pose him of that place Thus vnder zeale by eâ—ch it is exprest To what a crowâ—â— of wonder aymes their race And what for loue they did wert truly knowne VVoâ—â—d pâ—â—oue 〈…〉 to be ouâ—-gone 174 This happy Eâ—â—lation God of 〈◊〉 VVhich oftest comes vnconquerd from the field This which makes Monarchies sâ—retch out so farre Not made to â—aynt becausâ— it cannot yield VVell wot I would haue madâ— a fatall scarre Such as all Fraunce would tremble yet to weild If it had gone whither it would haue flowne But ill he spoyles which spoyles naught but his owne 175 O Pollicy scarse knowne in times thaâ—'s past Or being knowne yet least of most 〈◊〉 Thy prouidence most worthily shall last And in these latter dayes be better deem'd Because thou sauedst what Furie might haue wast Though much thou hast done ill yet this act 〈◊〉 Better then any and so much more farre As calme-facst Peace exceeds blood-shedding VVarre 176 O hadst thou loued thy neighbour friends as well And taught them how to shun pursuing harmes Then had not I sat sadly in my Cell For woe inuoking words for eares strong charmes None yet had seene this Tomb none heard this Bell This paper-noyse this Epitaph alarmes But best content with resâ— vntasâ—t to write I had admir'd what others could indite 177 But leauing this no helpe-attayning Plaint Because great Natures worke must still be so My Muse hence-forward shall no more acquaint Men with th' imagin'd causes of our woe But euen with feeling plainenes barely paint Our sorrowes day Saying t was thus and so For then are griefes Tones most best ordered VVhen th' are with plainenes truly vttered 178 A day was borne ô would it had not been Or ere it was I would the generall domb VVhich shall dissolue this masse might haue been seene That then these sorrowes from a timelesse tomb Exhal'd by zeale made by our passions keene Might full haue lodg'd in an vnsearched womb But sith that cannot be because it was Report what that dayes ilnes brought to passe 179 †Vpon this day this day that follow'd fast Fore-going dayes full of contagious chaunce Mishap which by degrees did howerly wast The force of Rebels and the blot of Fraunce Right like her selfe that long well will not last Vpon good things casts a dispightfull glaunce And to approoue how ill in well would shoe Flies from the bad and to the good doth goe 180 Vnwelcome Furie thou wert ill aduis'd Hell would become thee better then their Tents Could not some vast vnknowne place haue suffis'd For receptacle to thy vild intents But euen where Hâ—nour was imparadis'd Must thou of force goe thither what repents Can clense thy faults no teares of thine preuaile For they are showres of spight no streames of zeale 181 Mishap I le curse thee with a bitter curse Yet t' will not helpe me then as good vndone Then the most vildest I will make thee worse VVhy so thou wert before what shall be done To make men loathe thee common mischieues Nurse By thee I le say the best bâ—ame of our sunne As much as halfe his light Deuorax I meane VVas by thy hand vnseene shamefully slaine 182 If any then for all will be displeas'd Cheefly those blessed ones which knew him well And also those vpon whose eares haue ceas'd Rumour of his renowne Fames loudest bell Busie to haue their iealious thoughts appeas'd Aske how t was done and bid my story tell How he was slaine then will I thus begin And paynt with truth his death with shame thy sin 183 I will report in that aboâ—tiue day VVhen thou vnchaâ—itâ—bly left'st thine owne Those that well knew thee those that did obay Thy lamentable powre and all alone Disguis'd with Vertues vizard brought'st decay To those that neuer saw thee or thy throne Thine old acquaintance by thine absence eas'd Began to smile which long had been displeas'd 184 Those minds which-had been worthy had they held An awâ—ull 〈◊〉 to their lawfull King VVhose hands 〈◊〉 good if they could rightly weld Their 〈…〉 should or did not bring Vpon thâ—â— guiltlesse blood Oft times reâ—eld And beaten with continuâ—â—â— skiâ—â—ishing VVhether grownâ— now more strong oâ— desperate I know not but they 'le once more try their fate 185 Once more they 'le tempt theyr fortunes with theyr swoâ—dâ— Or make more speed to Deaths vnwelcom Inn Occasion and the day fit time affords Debating counsaile holds it meanes to winne Vulgar vnto the mighty still accords And doe their wils be 't lawfull or a sinne
27 For as a mighty Deludge after raine Gliding with furie from the hils desent Finding all bounds too straite for his remaine VVith roaring clamors as the earth did rent Bursts through the Meads ouer-flowes the plaine Chiding the rocks in which his waues were pent Then drownes the Plough-mans profit in his fall His house his hay his labours hope and all 28 Briefly so like a Tyrant doth it rage Madder since vnresisted being mad VVhen an incountring bridge seekes to aswage The thunder-dâ—aâ—â—ing current proudly glad As these sterne men borne in this yron age Haue done who making all my pleasures sad Are nor content to teare their Countries bones And spoyle her life and â—oule with bed-rid grones 29 But being Paracids abortiue borne In whom old Nature chalengeth no right Bring in their murdrous hands to Fraunce forlorne The minatours of shame engins of spight As pride inchastitie horrour blood and scorne Monsters of hell-black sunnes vnto the night Thinking to stop that royall Champions breath VVhose life preseru'd Diuinitie from death 30 Euen him whom I had planted strong and hie High in the world strong in the harts of Kings To be a scourge vnto their tyrannie Bating the furie of their enuious wings By meanes of that almighty Henry Henry de Valâ—is on whom vertue rings Vnder whose gracious aspect I did hope My lawes should take new vertue larger scope 31 And the all white pure Virgin-colour'd faith Of soules eternall quiet lodg'd in skies That turnes the dying pangs to ioyes in death Should to the height of heights aspire and rise Hence sprang it and for this my true hart saith I ioyn'd to him the man most stout most wise Th' other all great Henry whose in-sight Might guide support and gouerne him in right 32 But ô these monstrous men Monsters not men VVhom the earth-shaking heauens in thunder fram'd To make my ruine boundlesse they euen then Haue rays'd their blood-bath'd hands yet vnasham'd Against the Lords anoynted VVeepe my pen For they haue slaine their King brute beasts vntam'd Their sacred King their worlds God whose true care Made their great names florish on earth so fare 33 But he too excellent to know what 's ill The gooddest holy one that breath'd this ayre Troubling no thoughts to think what others will Neglected what they meant what harts they beare Neither ambition palme-like growing still Nor lookes nor policies nor nightly feare Made him beware which each day growing on Double each day afflicted me with moane 34 †At th' end of this sad memorable storie Crossing her armes as one in desperate case There broke from her two eyes the starres of glorie Two bloody â—â—reames of teares that ranne a pace VVhich her immortall sighs woes oratorie Straue both to interrupt and to disgrace So mightily that pitty did not stint To place him selfe in harts of yron and flint 35 Heere heere sayd she assoone as say she could Or that her woes gaue words leaue how to speake Heere mayst thou see my sorrowes flood vnfold The deludge of my care hence hence doth breake The tumult of my sighs the heate the cold Of my flame-burning thoughts benum'd and weake This is the cause of my first borne lament And the true greefe which doth my soule torment 36 And yet t is but the first step to my care Or but the superficies of my paine A preface to my moane an Index to dispaire A little thred lending a mighty meane To search the Laborinth where languors are A rising cloude against a storme of raine For mount on mount was thrown masse vpon masse Till greatest greefe grew greater then it was 37 This woe that spred it selfe from East to VVest Bounding the Artick and Antartick pole Ambitiously enuied he was supprest VVithin the circute of the worlds controle VVherefore as if all tremor all vnrest VVere insufficient richly to condole My starre-crost misaduentures in disdaine Adds a new greefe to make new worlds complaine 38 Euen now affliction heaues her heauie arme And spreads black sorrowes Ensigne through our land Calamitie braues all the world with harme And burnes vp peace with warres worst fier-â—â—and Tempests no calmes mens eares doe rudely charme And all prepostrous things in tumult stand All fortunes draw vs to infortunes gates Fortune the first and last that ruinâ— states 39 O Fortune thou great Amorite of Kings Opinions breath thou Epicurian ayre Inuention of mans soule falsest of things A step beyond our iudgement and a stayre Higher then men can reach with reasons wings Thou blind-fold Archeresse thou that wilt not heare Thou foe to persons manners times and all That raysest worthlesse whilst the worthiest fall 40 O thou whom all may find but none auoyde Deceitfull Queene of mutabilitie Swift are thy feathered feete still vnanoyde Loftie thy minde thy hopes to heauen flie Thy wings are light like flames neuer destroyd Vpon a Globe thou stand'st turning our miserie Of thee must I complaine dread Nurse of woe From whom both heauen and earthly things doe floe 41 Thou thrall to none but to Philosophie That Monarchies and states turn'st at thy will Leauing no more marks of their dignitie Then ships in water leaue or feathered quill Leaues in the liquid ayre when speedilie It glides through it scaling the starry hill Monster-bearing Mother why didst thou long Hauing done thy worst yet to doe greater wrong 42 But why of this great nothing doe I plaine Stoning to death these shadowes with my teares And rather doe not with their drops constraine The substance to lament for my dispaires VVhy doth not this salt Ocean of my braine Conuay my mournings to more better eares Beating the marble-skye for this offence Chiding no more Fortune but Prouidence 43 O Prouidence the conduct to our life The ground of vertue hostile foe to sinne That rearest Towers and appeasest strife That gatherst all disperced exiles in Thou that inuentedst lawes gaue man his wife Thou Mistris vnto auncient discipline Thou that bearest heauen nature round about thee That makest all things nothing being without thee 44 O why art thou growne blind leading astray Confounding vertue making vice thy friend Sacking the sun-shine Towers of the day Prefixing wandring miserie no end VVhy hast thou giuen Barbarizme sway And wilt not let Order on thee attend VVhy art thou fled from vs whither art thou gone Leauing both men and all things else alone 45 Tell me thou Architectresse of this frame Thou that vpon the great booke-firmament VVritest in golden starâ—es each creatures name Their liues their fortunes and intendiment VVhy dain'st thou not that we may reade the same And spelder our misdeeds why we be shent If to behold the letters be thy will Teach vs to reade that we may rid our ill 46 Lend vs diuine eyes to our heauenly part To reade on that almighty Chronicle So shall the date of vertue neuer part But double wonder with more miracle Ay me against the wind breathes my poore hart
the Gods hath fed Hee which hath made Ioue tremble at his lowre Stoopes vassaile-like and humbleth his proud head Begging the pleasures of a happy howre O great insearchable almightie Fate Thys was your will and you thus form'd his state 147 Euen you sad 〈…〉 VVhich in you◠〈…〉 VVhat hath or 〈…〉 light VVhose Stories none 〈…〉 lesse recite You Rulers of the 〈…〉 gaue might That our great 〈…〉 should vnite All her best treâ—â—ures in 〈…〉 That after-age might say Thus could shee doe 148 Nature in 〈…〉 Liuely presenting 〈…〉 Is that same Spiâ—â—â— of 〈…〉 diuine VVhich causeth euery nâ—â—â—rall worke to be All things shee doth preserue and can reâ—ine Muddy pollusions from impuritie Philosophie can teach no Art nor ground VVhich Nature elder borne had first not found 149 Nature th' effect of Order or 〈…〉 VVas neuer knowne so rich â—o prodigall As when shee tooke in hâ—nd the blessed frame Of this most famous worke this Generall Delight of those that doe behold the same VVhich to renowne and make more speciall Shee to her-selfe Learning and Vse combinds And then all three sleepe sweetly in theyr minds 150 Thys not to be disioyn'd tryumuerate From any minde that will be perâ—it taught Possest in them an endlesse during state By no fraile passion to distemper brought All what they could to them they dedicate Nature is Learâ—ings eyes Shee Natures thought Vse wanting â—yther is impâ—rfect made They without Vse no better then a shade 151 The finest Orpheus toucheth no more strings Then the vnskilfull man which nere saw Lute Yet th' one by Vse and Knowledge sweetly brings To th' eare delight th' other harsh repute So Natures perfit man the best of things Tryes but what fitt'st with Natures gyfts will sute Till taught by Vse and Reasons holy skill Hee brings vnto perfection what hee will 152 †VVhy on creation liues my Muse thus long All the world knowes they are the best can be Contrary matter must be in my song No life but death no birth but tragedie In teares worne pen write dissolution That accent better fits my melodie Deuorax thy death is my desire to frame My prayer thy Brother will but heare the same 153 But woe alas thi◠〈◊〉 vpâ— râ—ayding Muse VVhich tells mee what thoâ— werâ— wheÌ„ thou wert here Doth with the memory thereof inâ—use Into th'impou'risht 〈◊〉 which held thee deare Matter of endlesse mouâ—â—ing Horrâ—â—â— newes Shewing it selfe how â—ilde it doth appeare VVho seuerd from the glory which it hâ—d Is now a widdow wofull desperat sad 154 Looke how the Sea swells brâ—â—ely in her pride VVhilst two faire Nauies daunâ—â— vpon her streame Seeming the starre-set heauens to deride But when leane Enuie with her poysâ—ning bâ—ame Amongst them doth her venomd hate deuide Leauing no memory of theirs or them Mournes in black-smoaks in clamors and in blood Saying shee is not which hath now no good 155 Or as the gallant Tyltyards kingly drest VVith royall eyes and famous Conquerours Boasts that no place can be more richly blest No not the Courts of greatest Emperours VVhen night appeares and calls them thence to rest VVhich him of all his happy loade deuours Becomes vnfaire subiect to vild abuse Seruing for base and most respectlesse vse 156 Such was the widdow-world when thou wert gone An honor-loosing sea in blood adrest A Realme dispeopl'd a deposed throne A witherd garland where no flowers rest A crowne not made of gold nor rich'd with stone T was altogether vild wholie opprest But whether doth this sorrow beare my breath I yet should write thy life anon thy death 157 †A lingring siege Calamities best friend The wealthy haruest gath'ring store of woes The worke where Deaths worke neuer finds an end The purchase got by blood and lost by blowes Increasing made the walls of Roan bend Famine an infant past his child-hood growes And comd to riper strength beginneth then Sterne Tyrant-like to raigne ore feeble men 158 His gouernment from exile calls Dispairâ— VVhich straight accuseth Hâ—pe of periurie Affliction for a witnes doth appeare And adds beside more worse impietie Hâ—pe seekes to pleade but no man giues him care Then banisht hee departs from miserie And taking with him all content of minds Flyes to the Campe and better welcome finds 159 Souldiorly tryumphs giâ—es him entertaine All harts are open set to take him in Like an imperious Prince through euery vaine Hee rides tryumphant VVhat before had bin Low brought by VVarre rises to life againe Those which had thought to end doe new begin Nothing is held impossible but this To faile of conquest which incertaine is 160 †The new made King whose tytle holy iust VVas by some Rebels yet debard their streets VVarring in other parts as needes he must VVith the report of their approches meets VVhich making complete his long-wished trust Turning feares-gall to conquests honny-sweets Inspyr'd him with desire to blesse his eyes VVith sight of them from whom his blisse must rise 161 A speciall day both parties doe propose And newes thereof by Herralds published In which these two almightie powers dispose Like seu'rall Oceans ioyntly married To meete each other and in sight of those VVhich knew th'ones right how it was iniured And how the others ayde might saue the weake To knit that loue-knot time should neuer breake 162 Dayes which beget dayes naturally begot Thys blessed day worthy some holy Name And brought it purely forth without one spot Spreading most vniuersally his flame VVhen Fraunce that had not all old pomp forgot Though she vsd little since shee was faâ—ne lame Now pranks her selfe like an old widdow-bride And striues t'out-goe her youths admired pride 163 England as much and by so much the more As her long peace taught how she might be braue Adorns herselfe and as her birth-day wore VVhat euer curious was and did ingraue Admire in such as saw her starres before Rode twinckling like heauens spangles on the waue Some marcht behind but in the mid-poynt went Two Sunnes which made made one Sunne excellent 164 In selfe-like order Fraunce directs her state And then like two great elements conioynd But not propostrous as distemperate Theyr ioyfull clamors note a blest reioyne This Plannet-like coniunction soone begat The fayth which Times exchange shall nere disioyne Thus French with English mixt they march'd together Hope seene in both and sworne to part from neither 165 VVhat better Emp'rour can the body hold Then sacred Hope the element from whence Vertue is drawne fresh-looking neuer old Matter most worthy of a strong defence It animates young men and makes them bold Arming their harts with holy influence It like a seale in tender thoughts doth presse The perfect Image of all worthines 166 This Hope is double and hath double powre As beeing mortall and immortall fram'd In th' one shee 's mouelesse certaine euery howre In th' other doubtfull and incertaine nam'd Th' immortall Hope raignes in a holy bowre In earthie closurs is
Thy sacred resolutions towring wing A step aboue Fames height intirely sought And if to doe enough were that sweet thing VVhich thou aspyr'dst to it was fully wrought Thou didst enough if conquest might content And who doth more is worthy to be shent 206 But thys false-painted Dietie call'd Laude VVhich makes vs thirst for vaine Eternitie Twixt our Desires and Hope a cunning Bawde Vshers the soule vnto Extremitie And helpt by slie insinuating Fraude Couers her deeds in scrowles of Pietie This hath led others but it led not thee For thou esteem'st no such vaine Imagrie 207 A most religious humor was thy guide A feruent zeale to raise vp Maiestie A hate vnto this hell-bred Monster Pride A loathe thou took'st gainst vp-start Tyranny Religion Loue and Honour sanctifide VVith all the other beames of Pietie Gaue light vnto thy foot-steps and brought forth Thy minde to dare to doe these acts of worth 208 No Idoll-beautie in thy hart was seene To gouerne what thou vnder-took'st in this Thou hadst no Mistres but thy sou'raigne Queene And shee of all mens prayse most worthy is Her beames I doe confesse made the beames keene Of thy best mettald Spirit what 's amisse That shee makes perfit what can perfit die If first it be not moulded in her eye 209 Thou liuely worke of her great excellence VVel-worthy Matter for her powre to frame I could attache thee of a high offence In beeing too regardlesse what became Of thine excelling fortunes what defence But was too little to begirt thy Name For her works sake though not thine owne respect Thou should'st haue banish'd farre this warrs defect 210 But woe vnto this too late counsayling VVoe that I haue a cause to counsaile thus VVoe of all woes conscience perpetuall sting Aliue and dead haunt him that iniur'd vs In curses would I name him would shame ring His name and hold it meritorious But hell for more-great mischiefe still doth hide it Because if knowne no creature would abide it 211 An vnknowne villaine for he was vnseene The while the skirmish heate continued VVith others like himselfe which monsters beene In a remoted place were ambushed And viewing all the battailes irefull teene And how Fames beautie was imbellished In Deu'rax deeds growne enuious of the staine Sent from his peece a bullet through his braine 212 Most damned wretch thou hast most vildly done The Musket back recoyling told as much The glasse of Honour now was fully runne VVhat hart but this base dastard-blow will touch Vngratious engin which eclipâ—st our Sunne For euer be thou curst and let all such As heare thee hate thee let thy stinking breath Be loath'd and held the sauour of foule Death 213 Now from his hands fell downe the golden raynes And gaue the Horse that libertie he sought The remnant of his sences which remaines Fled from their Pallace all to ruine brought The blood ranne freshly from his weeping vaines His bodies King a heau'nly Empire caught But all his vertues to his brother fled And vow'd to liue with him since hee was dead 214 Looke how a shole of Rauens for a baite Tangle their liues in danger of the snare Or starued VVolues that wanting what to eate Seeing a pray pursues it without care So those which nothing but theyr deaths awaite Seeing the falling of thys noble Starre I meane the Rebels reâ—t of all defence Hazard new deaths to steale the body thence 215 But they whose harts had long time liu'd therein For t was a little kingdome of theyr loues Seeing thys reprobate and damned sin Both for reuenge and honour stoutlie proues To beate them backe so that new fights begin The fight of fights which stones to wonder moues One would faine get the other will not loose Both hange in doubt and can nor will nor choose 216 At last Impatience coniures vp Resolue VVhich like a Spirit rays'd thundreth about Rents Towers trees and Mountaines doth dissolue Euen so like rag'd the English when base Doubt Made question of their chaunce straight they absolue Themselues from feare then through the damned rout Made thousand seuerall wayes by mayne strength Got where he was recou'red him at length 217 From the sad ground they heau'd his wounded head VVedded too soone vnto deuouring dust His saddle for a Bere supplies the stead His Horse his breathing ioy his valours trust VVhich boare him liuing now must beare him dead All things were quite transform'd to what they must As soft as foote could fall ô Snaile-pacst mones They brought him to his Tent with sighs with grones 218 But when this obiect in the middle way Incounterd with his noble Brothers sight VVhat tears what vowes what plaints what shall I say VVhat euery thing that can but shape the plight Of insupportable distresse O day Blacker then hell more desolate then night VVhat not to be imagin'd care didst thou View in his face and reade vpon his brow 219 Fraunce thou might'st this day praise the King of Kings VVhich rays'd thee vp a King of thine owne seede VVho like a brooding Henne vnder his wings Nourisht thee kindly wept to see thee bleede And lost him selfe to gaine thee quiet things For had thy haps been other-wise this deede Had been thine vtter ruine and decay Thy Glories last knowne houre and Shames first day 220 O Râ—an thou ayme-cryer to this woe Be proude thy fortunes by thy King was blest Else thou which now art high had then layne loe As low as leueld plaines by fire deprest VVhat thou wert then now had been nothing so Infants yet hanging on their Mothers brest Should haue come far thy mem'ries to haue seene But missing thee not knowne where thou hadst beene 221 Nor so contented had great Essex stayde But brought an other name vnto thy Land Yet better fortune thy worse chaunce alayde He which did lift it vp now slay'd his hand Had he been for him selfe not others ayde His strange reuenge by all tongues had been scand And for each drop his Brothers wound did shed A million of French Gallants had layne dead 222 Nor came he home wholy vnsatisfide VVitnes thy widdowes yet within thy streete Thy walls and houses scarse reedifide The Orphants wayling at their Grandams feete Thy Churches vselesse and vnsanctifide These records with reuenge in part doe meete But greater had it been and better would If Might did what it might not what it should 223 Fraunce that wert beautious ô be comly still Be not a Vassaile that an Empire was Loue thy dread Lord be gouernd by his will Thy ruling of thy selfe brings ills to passe Confound his foes and thine owne mischiefes kill Be you your selues helpers in your ill case Least your ingratitudes doe draw perforce From you his loue on you your neighbours force 224 And then againe Essex returne againe Yoaking your vntam'd necks making you bow In whose almighty minde cannot be slaine The mem'rie of his Brother I auow And heere presage if euer your
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 doeâ—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 wherâ— 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 theâ— spotted starrs But double moe defects which facesâ—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 Ofâ—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 imbraâ—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 Mathâ—w Morgan Sir Edwâ—rde Brooke M. Walter 〈◊〉 Roan beâ—â—â—g'd Villiers Gouernour of Roan Essex and Deâ—â—rax