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death_n	call_v	father_n	son_n	4,487	5	4.8552	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18410	An epicede or funerall song on the most disastrous death, of the high-borne prince of men, Henry Prince of Wales, &c. With the funeralls, and representation of the herse of the same high and mighty prince ... VVhich noble prince deceased at St. Iames, the sixt day of Nouember, 1612. and was most princely interred the seuenth day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the eighteenth yeere of his age.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1613 (1613)	STC 4974; ESTC S107694	17,429	56

Good he ioyn'd with Equitie and Truth VVisedome in yeeres crown'd his ripe head in youth His heart wore all the folds of Policie Yet went as naked as Simplicitie Knew good and ill but onely good did loue In him the Serpent did embrace the Doue Hee was not curious to sound all the streame Of others acts yet kept his owne from them He whose most darke deeds dare not stand the light Begot was of imposture and the night VVho surer then a Man doth ends secure Eyther a God is or a Diuell sure The President of men whom as men can All men should imitate was God and Man In these cleere deepes our Prince fish't troubl'd streams of bloud vantage challenge diadems In summe knot-like hee was together put That no man could dissolue and so was cut But we shal see our foule-mouth'd factions spite Markt witch-like with one blacke eie th' other white Ope oppose against this spotlesse sun Such heauen strike blinder theÌ„ th' eclipsed moon Twixt whom and noblesse or humanities truth As much dull earth lies and as little ruth Should all things sacred perish as there lyes Twixt Phaebe and the Light-fount of the skies In her most darke delinquence vermine right That prey in darknesse and abhorre the light Liue by the spoile of vertue are not well But when they heare newes froÌ„ their father hell Of some blacke mischiefe neuer do good deed But where it does much harme or hath no need What shall become of vertues far-short traine when thou their head art reacht high Prince of men O that thy life could haue disperst deaths stormes To giue faire act to those Heroique formes with which al good rules had enricht thy mind Preparing for affayres of euery kinde Peace being but a pause to breathe fierce warre No warrant dormant to neglect his Starre The licence sense hath is t' informe the soule Not to suppresse her and our lusts extoll This life in all things to enioy the next Of which lawes thy youth both contain'd the text And the contents ah that thy grey-ripe yeeres Had made of all Caesarean Commentares More then can now be thoght in fact t'enroule And make blacke Faction blush away her soule That as a Temple built when Pietie Did to diuine ends offer specially What men enioy'd that wondrous state exprest Strange Art strange cost yet who had interest In all the frame of it and saw those dayes Admir'd but little and as little praise Gaue to the goodly Fabricke but when men That liue whole Ages after view it then They gaze and wonder and the longer time It stands the more it glorifies his prime Growes fresh in honor and the age doth shame That in such Monuments neglect such fame So had thy sacred Frame beene rais'd to height Forme fulnesse ornament the more the light Had giuen it view the more had Men admir'd And tho men now are scarce to warmnesse fir'd VVith loue of thee but rather colde and dead To all sense of the grace they forfeited In thy neglect and losse yet after-ages VVould be inflam'd and put on holy rages with thy inspiring vertues cursing those VVhose breaths dare blast thus in the bud the Rose But thou woe's me art blown vp before blowne And as the ruines of some famous Towne Show here a Temple stood a Pallace here A Cytadell an Amphitheater Of which ahlas some broken Arches still Pillars or Columns rac't which Art did fill VVith all her riches and Diuinitie Retaine their great and vvorthy memory So of our Princes state I nought rehearse But show his ruines bleeding in my verse What poison'd Ast'risme may his death accuse Tell thy astonisht Prophet deathles Muse And make my starres therein the more aduerse The more aduance vvith sacred rage my Verse And so adorne my dearest Fautors Herse That all the wits prophane of these bold times May feare to spend the spawne of their rancke rymes On any touch of him that shold be sung To eares diuine and aske an Angels tongue VVith this it thundred and a lightning show'd VVhere she sate writing in a sable cloud A Penne so hard and sharpe exprest her plight It bit through Flint and did in Diamant write Her vvords she sung and laid out such a brest As melted Heauen and vext the very blest In which she cal'd all worlds to her complaints And how our losse grew thus vvith teares shee paints Hear earth heauen you that haue no eares Hell and the hearts of tyrants heare my teares Thus Brittaine Henry tooke his timelesse end VVhen his great Father did so far transcend All other Kings and that he had a Sonne In all his Fathers gifts so farre begunne As added to Fames Pynions double wings And as braue riuers broken from their springs The further off grow greater and disdame To spread a narrower current then the Maine Had drawne in all deserts such ample Spheares As Hope yet neuer turn'd about his yeeres All other Princes with his parts comparing Like all Heauens pettie Luminaries faring To radiant Lucifer the dayes first borne It hurld a fire red as a threatning Morne On fiery Rhamnusias sere and sulphurous spight who turn'd the sterne orbs of her ghastly sight About each corner of her vaste Command And in the turning of her bloudy hand Sought how to ruine endlesly our Hope And set to all mishap all entries ope And see how ready meanes to mischiefe are She saw fast by the bloud-affecting Feuer Euen when th'Autumnal-starre began t' expire Gathering in vapours thinne Ethereall fire Of which her venomde finger did jmpart To our braue Princes fount of heat the heart A praeternaturall heat which through the vaines And Arteries by 'th blood and spirits meanes Diffus'd about the body and jnflam'd Begat a Feuor to be neuer nam'd And now this loather of the louely Light Begot of Erebus and vglie Night Mounted in hast her new and noysefull Carre Whose wheeles had beam-spokes froÌ„ th'Hungarian star And all the other frame and freight from thence Deriu'd their rude and ruthlesse jnfluence Vp to her left side lept jnfernall Death His head hid in a cloud of sensuall breath By her sat furious Anguish Pale Despight Murmure and Sorrow and possest Affright Yellow Corruption Marow-eating Care Languor chill Trembling fits Irregulare Inconstant Collor feeble voyc't Complaint Relentles Rigor and Confusion faint Frantick Distemper Hare-eyd vnrest And short-breath'd Thirst with th'euer-burning breast A wreath of Adders bound her trenched Browes Where TormeÌ„t Ambusht lay with all her throws Marmarian Lyons frindg'd with slaming Manes Drew this grym furie and her brood of Banes Their hearts of glowing Coles murmurd ror'd To beare her crook't yokes and her Banes abhord To their deare Prince that bore them in his Armes And should not suffer for his Good their Harmes Then from Hels burning whirlepit vp she hallde The horrid Monster fierce Echidna calde That from her Stigian

King and Father on whome fast He fixt his fading beames and with his view A little did their empty Orbs renew His Mind saw him come froÌ„ the deeps of Death To whome he said O Author of my Breath Soule to my life and essence to my Soule Why grieue you so that should al griefe coÌ„troule Death's sweet to me that you are stil lifes creature I now haue finisht the great worke of Nature I see you pay a perfect Fathers debt And in a feastfull Peace your Empire kept If your true Sonnes last words haue any right In your most righteous Bosome doe not fright your hearkning kingdoms to your cariage now All yours in mee I here resigne to you My youth I pray to God with my last powres Substract from me may adde to you and yours Thus vanisht he thus swift thus instantly Ah now I see euen heauenly powres must dye Now shift the King and Queene from court to court but no way can shift off their cares resort That which we hate the more vve flie pursues that which we loue the more we seek eschewes Now weepes his Princely Brother Novv alas His Cynthian Sister our sole earthly Grace Like Hebes fount still ouerflowes her bounds And in her colde lips stick astonisht sounds Sh'oppresseth her sweet kinde In her soft brest Care can no vent finde it is so comprest And see hovv the Promethean Liuer growes As vulture Griefe deuoures it see fresh showes Reuiue woes sence and multiply her soule And worthely for vvho would teares controle On such a springing ground T is dearely fit To pay all tribute Thought can poure on it For vvhy vvere Funerals first vs'd but for these Presag'd and cast in their Natiuities The streames were checkt a while so Torrents staid Enrage the more but are left free allaid Now our grim waues march altogether Now Our blacke seas runne so high they ouerflow the clouds they nourish now the gloomy herse Puts out the Sunne Reuiue reuiue dead vierse death hath slain death there ther the person lies VVhose death should buy out all mortalities But let the world be now a heape of death Lifes ioy lyes dead in him and challengeth No lesse a reason If all motion stoode Benumb'd and stupified with his frozen blood And like a Tombe-stone fixt lay all the seas There were fit pillers for our Hercules To bound the world with Men had better dye Then out-liue free times slaues to Policie On on sad Traine as from a crannid rocke Bee-swarmes rob'd of their honey ceasles flock Mourne mourne dissected now his cold lims lie Ah knit so late vvith flame and Maiestie where 's now his gracious smile his sparkling eie His Iudgement Valour Magnanimitie O God what doth not one short hour snatch vp Of all mans glosse still ouer-flowes the cup Of his burst cares put with no nerues together And lighter then the shadow of a feather On make earth pomp as frequent as ye can 'T will still leaue black the fairest flower of man Yee vvell may lay all cost on miserie T is all can boast the proud'st humanitie If yong Marcellus had to grace his fall Sixe hundred Herses at his Funerall Sylla sixe thousand let Prince Henry haue Sixe Millions bring him to his greedy graue And now the States of earth thus mourn below Behold in Heauen Loue with his broken Bow his quiuer downwards turn'd his brands put out Hanging his wings with sighes all black about Nor lesse our losse his Mothers heart infests Her melting palmes beating her snowy brests As much confus'd as when the Calidon Bore The thigh of her diuine Adonis tore Her vowes all vaine resolu'd to blesse his yeeres VVith Issue Royall and exempt from freres Who now dyed fruitlesse and preuented then The blest of women of the best of men Mourne all ye Arts ye are not of the earth Fall fall with him rise with his second birth Lastly with gifts enrich the sable Phane And odorous lights eternally maintaine Sing Priests O sing now his eternall rest His light eternall and his soules free brest As ioyes eternall so of those the best And this short verse be on his Tomb imprest EPITAPHIVM SO flits ahlas an euerlasting Riuer As our losse in him past will last for euer The golden Age Star-like shot through our Skye Aim'd at his pompe renew'd and stucke in 's eye And like the sacred knot together put Since no man could dissolue him he was cut Aliud EPITAPH VVHom all the vaste frame of the fixed Earth Shrunck vnder now a weake Herse stands beneath His Fate he past in fact in hope his Birth His youth in good life and in spirit his death Aliud EPITAPH BLest be his great Begetter blest the Wombe That gaue him birth though much too neare his Tombe In them was hee and they in him were blest What their most great powers gaue him was his least His Person grac't the Earth and of the Skies His blessed Spirit the praise is and the prise FINIS THE FVNERALS OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE HENRY Prince of Wales Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay Count Palatine of Chester Earle of Carick and late KNIGHT of the most Noble Order of the GARTER Which Noble Prince deceased at St. Iames the sixt day of Nouember 1612. and was most Princely interred the seuenth day of December following within the Abbey of Westminster in the Eighteenth yeere of his AGE LONDON Printed by T. S. for Iohn Budgâ—e and are to be sould at his shop at the great south dore of Pâ—ules and at Brittanes Bursse 1613. THE FVNERALS OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTIE PRINCE HENRY Prince of VVales Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay Count Palatine of Chester Earle of Carick and late Knight of the most Noble Order of the GARTER VVhich Noble Prince deceased at Saint IAMES the 6. day of Nouember 1612. and was most Princely interred the 7. of December following within the Abbey of Westminster in the Eighteenth yeere of his AGE THe body of the said PRINCE being bowelled enbalmed and closed vp in Lead there were foure Chambers hung with blackes viz. the Gaurd chamber and the Presence with blacke Cloth the Priuy Chamber with finer Cloth and that which was his Highnes Bed-chamber with blacke Veluet in the middest whereof was set vp a Canopy of blacke Veluet valanced and fringed vnder which vpon Tressels the Coffin with the body of the PRINCE was placed couered with a large pall of blacke Veluet and adorned with Scuchions of his Armes Vpon the head of which Coffin was layde a Cushion of blacke Veluet and his Highnesse Cap and Coronet set thereon as also his Robes of estate Sword and Rod of Gould and so it remayned being daily and nightly watched vntill two or three dayes before his Highnesse Funerals In which time euery day both Morning and Euening Prayers were said in his Presence or Priuy Chamber by his Chaplaines and his Gentlemen and chiefe Officers attendant thereat Thursday before the

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