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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