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The three sisters teares Shed at the late solemne funerals of the royall deceased Henry, Prince of Wales, &c. R.N. Oxon.
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Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.
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mee more Then this for him whom dead I doe deplore How can the Nurse but wayle her infant lost Tooke from the breast whom she shall neuer see And of his birth who but my selfe can boast Who was so hopefull when hee went from me That neuer Mother had more hope of childe Alas that of such hopes I am beguild When time at first his birth to light did bring Those three faire twines from whom to vs is giuen All good and vertue that of grace doth spring To rocke his royall Cradell came from heauen And by degrees their graces did bestow As he from leafe and bud to flower did grow His leafe was louely as the spring of day His bud peept forth as doth the bashfull morne His flower began most goodly to display And much this Ilands garden did adorne But death that wilde Boare entered in anon And now his liues leafe bud and flower are gone Not in that gardens plot which we be-hight Of Yorke and Lancaster did euer grow Amongst so many Roses red and white Any Rose-bud that made a fairer show So faire it show'd earth was enui'd to beare it Now therfore heauen doth in her bosome weare it Not all the Forrest of great Albion Did euer any Lordly Lyon know More like then that of his to set vpon That Beast of Rome and all her Pride orethrow And therefore now a place to it is giuen Aboue the Lyon that great starre in heauen If he had liu'd beneath his royall Sire Our Kingly shepheard who with care doth keepe The flocke of Israell from raging Ire Of rauening Wolues that would destroy the sheepe Then then should all our Brittaine borders be As once they were from VVolues secure and free But what so strong or stedfast is whose state Stands vnder heauen built vpon earthly mould That can indure firme is the doome of FATE To Prince and Poore alike to young and old Nor wisedome honour beautie gold or strength To mortall life can adde on day in length VVho that hath eyes but sees the day begunne Peepe forth from East like childe from Mothers wombe And yet in West ere many howers be done Her life and light being lost shee seekes her tombe Hee that sees this vnto himselfe may say Death is not farre my life is like the day For if ought mortall could haue wrought such wonder As to haue bought a little Lease of life Sterne Fate should not so soone haue cut in sunder Our deare dead HENRIES thred with cruell knife Yea many liues could liues preuaile with death Would for his one haue offerd vp their breath But that which grieues a tender Mother most And heapes huge Sorrowes on her mournfull breast When she her deare beloued Sonne hath lost Is now the cause of my mindes most vnrest I was not by to close dead HENRIES eyes When enuious Fates did make his life their prize I that did beare him was too farre away To mourne his dolefull Fate when as hee di'd Death like a Theefe vpon his life did pray And stole him hence to mee it was deni'd Vnto my Lord to speake my last Farewell And bid him sleepe where peace doth euer dwell Yee Sisters three that still in fatall hand The Twist and Spindle of mans life doe hold To whom the power is giuen to command The breath of this or that man vncontroul'd Amongst so many liues why did you chuse That life of his and all the rest refuse Was it to make your dreaded power knowne In him alone to men in Fortunes grace Mongst whom flesh proud by Nature few or none Obserue it in the men of meaner place If so he being spar'd why was not then Your doome decreed against those wretched men Those wretched men of all that liue this day Who vainely thinke themselues then most secure When soothing Sycophants to them doe say They shall not dye but euermore indure Of such may HENRY gone the eyes vnblinde And make them know they must not stay behinde But thus why with ineuitable Fate Doe I dispute why doe I thinke in hart To preordaine the time of finall date And point whom death shall strike with deadly dart Since mortall men such secrets may not know And heauen keepes hid such things from earth below Yet if that any wretch whose cankered brest Is deepely wounded with the deadly sting Of monster Errours foule seauen-headed beast Shall dare to aske why such a hopefull spring In prime of all his youth was taken hence And falsely thinke the cause was his offence Such barking Curres if barking Curres there be That dare in priuate our dead Lyon bite Know that the chiefest cause why wretched we Haue lost in Israell our second light Is their false wicked close commerce with those That are their God their King and countries foes Although I not excuse these impious times VVhich vnto heauen for vengeance daily call For know deere country for thy odious crimes This heauy losse vpon thy head did fall Not that braue Prince though borne with sinfull breath VVith crying crimes did hasten his owne death Then with thy sister England turne from sinne That Heauen may turne her threatfull plagues from thee And blesse thy Soueraignes Charles who doth begin To bud apace and in each grace to be The Image of his Noble Brother dead For whom these teares his Albana doth shed This said the rest in silence she did drowne And sighing from her breast a grieuous groane As if it would haue broke she sat her downe VVith whom her Sisters did lament and mone Vntill the third and youngest vp did rise VVho did expresse her Sorrowes in this wise Cambera IF euer heauen did shed a weeping showre Compassionating things on earth below If earth or any thing therein haue powre T' augment my griefe or adde vnto my woe In my sad passions let them beare a part That these my teares may pierce the worlds hard hart The man that wayles the losse of such a thing Which he hath sought and yet could neuer see which was the life from whence his hopes did spring And findes it dead that man is like to mee Of HENRY dead the garland of my glory Neare seene by mee must be my mournfull story I am the yongest Sister of the three Yet equall to the best of both in fame As in all antique stories men may see And Cambera is my true auncient name So cal'd of Noble Camber Brut's third Sonne When ouer me to raigne hee first begunne And since that time my state oft times cast downe On lowly dust by hand of irefull FATE I neuer had more hope to calme her frowne And rayse againe the glory of my state But death that daily workes this worlds decay With Henries life hath blowne my hopes away Twice thirty times and fiue the radiant Sunne His Inne hath taken with the golden Ram And euery time his yeares iust race hath runne Since any Prince was titl'd by that name VVho then more teares should to this Herse afford Then I for losse of my late liuing LORD The blacke Prince Edward whose victorious Lance Spaines bastard Henry did in battell quell And made blacke daies and bloody fieldes in Fraunce VVhen French King Iohn beneath his valor fell In Henry liu'd for hee againe did rayse My plume forgot which Edward crown'd with praise As when in golden Summer wee doe see A dainty Palme high mounted on the head Of some greene hill to daunce for iollity And shake her tender lockes but new dispread So stood my Estrich plumes on Henries crowne VVauing aloft like ensignes of renowne Had I but seene what fame so high resoundes Had Ludlow with his presence once beene blest Or had his foote steps toucht my borders boundes I should not yeeld vnto my thoughts vnrest But with my Sisters seeke t' appease my ruth VVho did inioy the glory of his youth Then for this losse 'gainst whom shall I complaine To lessen griefe shall heauen appeached be Or death accus'd of wrong that were prophane Our Princes are their subiects and as hee So others shall that are and ere haue beene Like vapors vade and neuer more be seene No no my country thou the blame must haue Thy sinne aboue the cloudes her head did show And there the King of GODS did proudly braue Who for that cause did scourge thee with this woe Which euer beare in thought least at the last Thou feele the smart of that thou thinkst is past Lift vp thine eyes to heauen all prayses giue Seeke with sad teares t' appease IEHOVAHS wrath And that thy Royall DAVID long may liue To try thy cause against that man of Gath Bring downe the length of dayes vpon his head And blesse the partner of his Royall Bed Blesse hopefull CHARLES that we may want no heyre Of his to weare this Kingdomes Diadem Great Heauen looke louely on that louely payre Strike Enuy dead if it but point at them And let their Sunne of IOY be neuer set Though HENRY dead we neuer may forget Thus hauing vtter'd forth her pittious mone She with her Sisters vanished away And left me there in Sorrow all alone At which amaz'd I durst no longer stay Else I did thinke vpon that Royall HERSE To haue left behinde this sad acrostike Verse An EPITAPH Here lyes a Prince that was the Prince of Youth Expert in Arts his age doth seldome know Noble his Nature and the shield of Truth Religions stedfast friend and Errors foe In Vertues wayes hee kept as he begun Euen in that path his Royall Sire had done Parted hee is from vs and yet not gone Rapt vp to heauen his heauenly part there liues In earth his earth lies dead for 't is her owne Name and Renowne the World to him still giues Count this true Parradox if truely read Euer Prince HENRY liues and yet is dead FINIS
THE Three Sisters Teares SHED AT THE LATE SOLEMNE Funerals of the Royall deceased HENRY Prince of WALES c. R. N. Oxon. Mors equè pulsat pauperum tabernas regnumque turres LONDON Printed by T. S. for Richard Redmer and are to be sould at his shop neere the West dore of Paules Church 1613. TO THE MOST Vertuous and Highly Honoured Lady the Lady HONOR HAY VVife to the Right Noble Gentleman IAMES Lord Hay and Daughter and Heyre to the Right Honourable the Lord Denny Baron of Waltham HONOR DENYeS not grace to any Muse When any Muse attributes grace to HONOR Then had these Sisters teares which here insues Not dul'd my Muse and throwne these woes vpon her Most Noble Lady at whose happy birth Men gaue you HONOR and the heauens such grace That you are thought their Angell vpon earth My Muse had sung your prayses in this place Yet since these three faire Ladyes for your worth As partner in their plaints for HENRIE dead From all your tender Sex doe choose your forth Vouchsafe to grace these Funerall teares they shed And for such grace may all the learned nine All prayses offer at your HONORS shrine Your Ladiships euer most humbly deuoted Richard Niccols Authori Carmen Encomiasticon REceiue my show'r of teares into thy flood Thou saddest Pen-man of the saddest Muse And would my teares were teares or showers of blood Might teares of blood or bloody showers excuse The bitter doome which Death and Fate decreed Against this Prince who was a Prince indeed I say not I Heroyicke Henry's dead He 's but from Saint to Angels Court remou'd Where he shall euer liue eternized And where he erst did liue be euer lou'd We feare and hope Feare saies that such another Liues not to match with him Hope saies his Brother But giue I way to him who knowes the way And comes prepard to make the world to weepe Since I want pow'r to thinke what I would say Or say what I would thinke such and so deepe Impression in my heart this losse doth giue Who was to young to dye to good to liue Enough enough beginne thy Sisters teares Vnto thy noble vertuous Patronesse Who no small part in their sad sorrow beares For this late losse which griefe cannot redresse Were neuer teares in more abundance shed Were neuer more true mourners for the dead T.W. FINIS THE THREE SISTERS Teares SAd second Sister of the Sacred NINE Whose sweetest Musick is hart-breaking mone Be present at these Funerall teares of mine And if they fayle supply them with thine owne If thou canst teach me wayling humaine woes To touch a stonie hart with tender pittie Sit downe with mee my MVSE doe thou dispose In sacred tunes to sing this dolefull dittie Such dolefull dittie neuer Muse did sing No not when all you Muses mourning sat With sweet Thalia'bout your horse hoofe spring For her Twinnes losse which Ioue himselfe begat Her losse was great yet greater losse was theirs Whose plaints must be the subiect of my Pen These three sad Sisters who with wofull teares Here wayle his losse whose like hath seldome beene Begin then MVSE and tell both when and where We heard these Ecchoes of their mournefull song Recount likewise who these three Sisters were And what he was to whom death did this wrong That time it was when as the hatefull Snake In that great belt which buckles heauens bright brest Rouzing his starrie crest his turne did take To spit his poyson downe on man and beast When in this I le which Nature as her neast Halcyon-like hath built for her deare sonnes Amidst the seas I steer'd my course by East Where fruitfull Thames the Prince of riuers runnes At length that noble Citie I beheld 'Gainst whose broad brest the angry Riuer raues Yet backe repulst as being thereto compeld He paies it tribute with his fish-full waues There did I heare was neuer eare did heare More diuers sounds all which might yet content The daintiest sense to which I drew me neere To know from whence they were and what they ment And loe I did behold from off the shoares Many light friggots put into the deepe All trimly deckt which by the strength of Oares Through the swift streame their way did westward keepe Who in their course like couples hand in hand While their proud pennons did the welkin braue And their shrill Musick eccho'd on the strand Did seeme to daunce vpon the bubbling waue And round about in many a gondelay Light-footed Nimphes and iolly Swaines did rowe Deuising mirth and dalliance on the way Not caring how they sail'd or swift or slow So many varying and so vaine delights Floating vpon that floud I then did see Such diuers showes and such fantastick sights That Thames the Idle-lake then seem'd to be As on the Riuer so vpon the Land What euer might delight the liuing sence Was powred forth by pleasures plenteous hand As if no other heauen had beene from thence VVith diuers change of fashions and of face That stately townes proud streets did ebb and flow Proud ietting Mimmickes nor of name nor place In rich attire and gold were seene to goe The loftie buildings burthened with the presse Of louely Dames their windowes opened wide And swolne with ioy of their so gracefull gesse Did burst to show such ornaments of Pride This was that day for Antique deedes renown'd Which the graue senate of that famous state And people yeare by yeare with triumph crownd To honour their elected Magistrate With daintie delicates the Tables flow'd In euery place and plenteous Art in scorne Of niggard Nature all her cunning show'd And eu'ry dish did lauishly adorne VVanton excesse whose cup did ouer flow With the Vines franticke iuyce which she did spill With prodigall exspence went to and fro And gaue to eu'ry one to drinke there fill T'whom quaffing deepe while they in hart reioyce And sit vpon soft seates of carelesse ease Minstrill securitie doth with high voyce Sing this inchaunting song which well did please Let not vaine doubt disturbe our strengthned state Nor feare awake our peace with warres alarm's Our powers at home can beate backe forraine hate And friends abroad for vs will mannage armes Inioy we not the Sonne of such a King So faire a branch which now such fruit doth beare That from such fruit such hopes already spring That our great Fortunes shake the world with feare The heauens therefore vs euer shall behold With louely looke we feare no aduerse Fate By humaine powers we cannot be contrould Nay Ioue himselfe can hardly hurt our state O vaine opinion of Soule-blinded men To thinke that ought on earth may be secure What liues must doubtlesse die though doubtfull when No mortall thing alas may long indure In that selfe houre in which the infant birth Of ioy in humaine hart is but begunne Vnlookt for chance may change such ioyfull mirth To dolefull mourning ' ere the glasse be runne For angry Heauen