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A19908	The muses-teares for the losse of their hope; heroick and ne're-too-much praised, Henry, Prince of Wales. &c. Together with times sobs for the vntimely death of his glory in that his darling: and, lastly, his epitaphs. Consecrated to the high and mighty prince, Frederick the fift, Count-palatine of Rheyn. &c. Where-vnto is added, consolatory straines to wrest nature from her bent in immoderate mourning; most loyally, and humbly wisht to the King and Queenes most exeellent [sic] Maiesties. / By Iohn Dauies of Hereford, their Maiesties poore beads-man, and vassall.	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1613 (1613)	STC 6339; ESTC S109356	18,357	40

Death Shall stint thy glory with thy breath For when with them lowd fame decaies Silence shall whisper out thy praise CONSOLATIONS for and to the King GReat King in sorrowes now aswell as STATE Whom Fortunes grace makes most vnfortunate For no more fauour could of FATE be had Than such a Sonne whose losse makes Fate as bad This string sounds deadly I le not touch it more Least that my Salue more hurt then heale the SORE Be now a KING of Kings for Sorrowes raigne In Thee o're whome become thou SOVERAIGNE The more like GOD Kings be the lesse they grieue Or ioy for ought that ioy or griefe doth giue For highest pow'r in weakenesse best is showne Than sith no weakenesse can vphold a CROWNE Let thy high vertue that doth three sustaine Represse strong griefes that but in weakenesse raigne The more th' affront of FATE the more appeares The vertue of the pow'r that well it beares No King should be how e'r he be distrest Lesse than him-selfe or like him-selfe at least But no King breathing more distrest could be Than thou hast beene yer thou couldst breath to see Thy mortall danger And when after-ward Thy Case by horrid treasons was more-hard As being in the very Mawe of DEATH Yet in concoction Fate preseru'd thy BREATH And yet it s said of thee eu'n then thou wer 't In shew a Caesar and a King in Heart Than thus being vs'd beyond thy birth vnto The deep'st distresse and Seas of Sorrowes too Say to thy Pilot Hope in Stormes extreme Th' hast Caesar and his Fortunes go with them Thy desprat Plight of yore yet safe restor'd Should make thee thinke thee safe though ouer Borde And thy like Sorrowes such as Kings do kill Should keepe out others be they what they will No Heauinesse that Atlas-Mind or'ethrowes That can Heau'ns ioy vphold in worlds of woes Nor that Herculean Spirit that can support In Hell of Ills a Heau'n of good report As farre as Heauen doth Earth nay more by odds Gods thoughts transcend the thoughts of mortal gods Then by proportion theirs should so are more high Than highest thoughts not rais'd by MAIESTY The Heart of Heau'ns great MONARCH still is free From Passion so should SOV'RAIGNES likewise be That would be lik'st him no Ambition higher Yet iuster farre in deed than in desier But Oli'ts easie well by force of Art To prompt the sicke to Speake and Act their part Yet hard most hard to do it after-ward But to highst powres should nought but Ill be hard Seuere Torquatus did his Sonne mis-do For charging 'gainst his Chardge his brauing Fo Though he wan fame and conquest than sith HE That was as daring yet was ruld by Thee Is for our breach of Heasts much more deuine Ta'ne hence by highest Iustice not by thine Be thou the Patient sith the Agent Heau'n Thee of thy Sonne hath for it selfe bereau'n And let no Pagan passe a Christian Prince For Morall-Grace or pious excellence Th'all-seeing Soule of Iudgement so long knit Vnto the actiue Body of thy Wit Knowes more then WIT can thinke to ease thy Griefe Then let that Soule now animate Reliefe And weigh deere Soueraigne on your Life depends The weale of many stangers subiects friends If sorrow then should waste your Powr's of life You soone might leaue them in a World of strife And make the STATE that now you hold in peace From Vnion fall to Faction peece by peece That y'er it stand as now it doth it may From Faction fall to Action and decay Then all that are committed to your charge With Eyes that feares and Teares do ouer-charge On you do looke and by those lookes say thus Pitty your selfe if you will pity vs And still we Hope you make a Conscience too Vs in your selfe with dolor to vndo Sith of you IVSTICE will our liues require If through your fault they should in Yours expire Philip of Spaine but for his Commons good So sai'd by some to death on his owne BLOVD Did floate his SONNE HEIRE to al his Crowns So for his Subiects peace his sonne confounds Nay God himselfe his deere Sonne did to death To saue his seruants O! then shall the BREATH By which we breathe be spent in SIGHES because Thy Son to Death obai'd great NATVRES Lawes When of the FOVNT of Grace and Glory Thou Hast such a GLASSE thy selfe to see and know Than with thy selfe thy Subiects loue thou so That with thy selfe thou doe them not o'rethrow Through thy much Grief which makes them most to smart For see'ng thy Sonne but mortall as thou art NATVRE we wot by her too wayward course Will fal if not vpheld by Sour'aigne force To Grieefs redundance for lesse CAVSE by ods But Kings aboue her be sith they are Gods Then though thou fre'st be through the DIGNITY Thou art most Bound to Grace and Maiesty When NATVRE then would make thee erre as Man Thou canst not stir from these do what She can Vnlesse thou wilt infring the Bonds of GRACE That put and holds thee in thy powrefull PLACE KINGS sacred Things haue other Minds Hearts Than others haue that play inferior Parts For some will for their Subiects good define Than for their good wilt thou not liue with thine Codrus who ware th' Athenian DIADEM Did as thou know'st die willingly for them Than shall a King inferior farre in State In vertue passe a greater Potentate Great God fore-fend that HE who is so GREATE His Subiects Hope in 's pow'r should so defeate On this Worlds stage thou plaist Gods Part And at thine Action eu'ry Eye doth fling KING Great The sharpest Beames of Obseruation Than If thou would'st haue applause aboue a Man Or not exposed be to base esteeme Bee as thou Art a God! at least so seeme Be strong then God-like KING and act this Part Of sorrow so as though it mooue thy HEART It may no Action mooue vnfit for POW'R Of greatest Brittans greatest Gouernour God proues His throughly y'er he them approues So tries before he trusts likes y'er he loues Yet none can take the foile that combats WO Vnlesse he yeelds before the Ouerthrow For if to fight he but in wil be prest Heau'n giues his courage force his force the best To such their Wish achiues that Victory Whose glory farre beyond their wish doth flie For Grace will nere be wanting to our will If to our selues Will be not wanting still That thou retir'st thy selfe when Heau'n doth frowne Doth rather raise then sinck thy high renowne For Clossets must enclose vs when in Wo We reckon with our God for what we owe. Good Kings are leaft alone when most alone For stilnesse is the staidnesse of their THRONE Henry the Fourth of France had hee beene still Rauilliack then had found no King to kil And all the World had from his WORTH repos'd In pious acts the better beene dispos'd For as a Beacon on an hill aspir'd Although it stand alone yet

her prompts me what to speake All that attend her Fames report mainetaines And all in all into her prayses breake Yea loue the ground that this Belou'd sustaines But ô wee cannot looke vpon her Worth But must reflect on His that's gonne sith He Was as her Self and one Wombe brought them forth Which for these BLESSINGS euer-blessed bee But ah he Was and is not WAS ô word Able to strike the Soule of Patience dead And why not IS Hee IS and is a LORD Whom Angels serue and with their Food is fedd He di'de indeed it 's true nay false it is He did not die that chang'd but lifes annoy For life of comfort in eternall BLISSE Yet thus he di'de that thus yet liues in ioy Deere Vault that veil'st him mummanize his Corse Till it arise in Heauen to be crown'd Sith though on Earth he rarely ran his course No Crowne for Prize though it he toucht he found But Breath no sooner left him but it was Inuolu'd with aire of FAME and blowne so high That it doth Ariadneis CROWNE surpasse And made a FLAME new kindled in the Skye He di'de in shew than but yet liues in Deed In Heauen and Hearts of all that honor Grace In HIGHNES Heart he di'de then so to speed Of Glory heere and in that surer Place Eu'n when his Grand-dames Corpse was re-inshrin'de As if his Corpse in shades of Death through loue Had long'd to meete with Hers that seem'd so kinde To seeke to meete with his through her remoue Eu'n then the will of Heau'n so fore-assign'd He left his Breath ye 'r he the Crowne possest And went in Person Princely still inclin'd To meete and greet her in eternall rest But so he spent and left his breath we hope That 's praise in Blisse stil breaths Eternity As it doth fill the Earth and heau'nly Cope For such a hopefull life did neuer die Then die he neuer can while Vertue liues For HE and SHE are still Corelatiues Feare and the Pit and the Snare are vpon thee O inhabitant of the Earth Esay 24. 17. SOBS FOR THE LOSSE of the most Heroick Prince HENRY Nonfrustranascitur qui bene moritur NOw all we see of worth go all in blacke For Him whose worth all times shall loue and lack The hopefull'st heire apparant to a CROWNE That Grace could giue yet call the guift hir owne Some waile the losse of priuat friends till death Then when so many clos'd were in his Breath How should that some nay all his losse deplore That Sorrowes-Sea no bottom hath nor Shoare All praise is shut in Bounds saue that of ONE Who nere is lost but of the lost alone But none that 's lost in shew not deede or name Could e'rne more praise than this tru Soule of FAME Hee 's gon but going left such light behinde As doth the Moone ecclipse the Sunne so blind With splendor that the light they yeeld vs now Is farre lesse good in deede lesse great in show The Heau'ns that lent him are growne poore or wee Deserue no trust sith we bad detters be To take him ere the time by Nature set Yet for short intrest keepe vs still in debt Celestiall Sprits are yee so greedy growne So soone to giue and take from vs your owne Or did you enuy that we should haue had A Head so good to Members al so bad Say we were Marchants that nere kept our day Or at the best but pray when we should pay Or yet if better when no faith wee keepe Fall on our knees and for grace sigh and weepe Yet sith yee swim in all celestiall STORE Yee might a while haue borne with Spirits so poore But were we poore in spirit we had beene rich In your account but O we are not such Our Pride that makes vs beggers eu'ry way Make yee mistrust our faith too poore to pay Well it is ill with vs poore Soules profane And worse much worse for that which you haue tane Yea which is worst will neuer lend Him more O Spirit Celestiall Spirits which we adore For-beare the rest we owe to grace incline Trust vs vpon a pawne of Angells wine Which from the heauy Vessells of our eves Shall runne till you shall say It doth suffice And Lord of Hoastes their Lord and ours beseige Our Hearts with feare till Loue doth giue this Pledge And so dispose the goods we haue of thine In and Without vs as we may resigne All to thy praise that though in debt we stand Thou maist supply our wants still on our Band On which we humbly pray thee lend vs health And Heads and Hands t'vphold the Common-wealth Of our owne Stocke or if in future-time As heretofore some stranger vp do climbe On Ladder of our Branches to our CROWNE He may be such as nere may put vs downe AN EPITAPH ON THE Death of the immortall HENRY Prince of Wales MVch Briefly said and clearely too Is hard yet that much Art can do But here much griefe and little Art Is forc'd to act so hard a Part. Nature and Arte with Grace and Fortune too Sought Time and Death to conquer as they do In this Heroick PRINCE who through those fou'r Orethrowes Times force and Deaths almighty Pow'r All that was in Him was much more than all That 's found in Flesh if young and naturall Can Wit say more for his true glory here Yes for he was a Prince without a Peere What more why this He di'de but in his prime Yet in perfection elder was than TIME And more compleate than PLACE for fame that growes From his great WORTH alone no lymit knowes If Time and Death and Place than be to seeke For such another He to none is like But him who hath no like yet like in MIND And for they haue no like in either kinde This King of Princes and that God of Kings Are like themselues than and none other things And like them-selues they liue in Heau'n and Vs In spight of Enuy Time and Death Than thus In briefe wee bound their boundles EXCELLENCE One no such GOD the other no such PRINCE ANOTHER FOrtune and Art and Nature straue To giue much more than er'e they gaue To Him that lies heare vnderneath The grace of Nature Time and Death Three CROWNES were neere Him and the forth He might by RIGHT haue wone by WORTH Which in his youth presag'd his spirit Would ren'd in age from WRONG his RIGHT That Spirit like his that 's most compleat Sought nought but what was good and GREATE He soone was ripe too soone to win What Time much toyld and Art drawes in Who casts for Crownes must haue no small Might right skill will and Time with all But whose perfection Time out-goes Winnes but LAVD'S Crowne yer life he lose His Gaine and Losse then are so eu'n As he is pleas'd with both in Heau'n Teaching all Heires to CROWNES and KINGS To be the best of Earthly things Far-well rare PRINCE nor Time nor

being fir'd Lights the whole country farre off from the flame And makes Night Day-light neere vnto the same So solitary Kings that are retir'd For vertuous causes do like Beacons fir'd Giue light to all their Subiects farre and nie So good the publike by their priuacy Good King thy foes if thou hast any such If not thy Sauiour could not say so much Cannot but say and do thine Honor right Th' art Good as Great in Nature as in Might Than in that goodnesse our iust Iealousie Of common intrest which wee haue in thee Conuert to Confidence through thy due care Of thy Healths state this STATE which we are Thy Health is ours thy Sicknesse is our Pest. Thy rest 's our Toile thy Trauaile is our REST If from the Helme of this so mighty ARKE That beares our Common-wealth in priuate Carke Thy most wel-practiz'd HAND in rule of STATE Belong with-held by sorrow ease or Fate It must for all the Masters helpes within Runne back in Grace or else quite sinck in sinne The Masters Eye doth fat the Horse they say And Coyne-made Pastors let the flock decay Those Officers that buy or rent their Roomes Will sell or make a RENT of all that comes All will stand crooked if thy Head and Hand Be not appli'd to make it vpright stand Thou being the cunning'st Architect of STATE Canst raise this maugree puffes of Spight or Fate That it rare Master-peece of Kingly SKIL Shall stand for Kings to imitate it still Then O! take comfort in thy Common-wealth Whose comfort is in care but of thy Health As when the sick sore sick are spoken too By friends for good yet grieue in what they do So least my chat might thee perhaps offend I at thy foot fall prostrate for the end And thus there set the Period of my speech Do as thou wilt thou wilt all others teach To the sacred Queene of England her most excellent Maiesty bee all comfort after the CROSSE GOod Queene for greater STILE Truth Grace nor Wit Can giue to Greatnes for Mans Goodnesse fit Blesse with thy Raies these Lines drawne out at length To giue thy Mind repose thy Patiēce strēgth Yet come from want of wit which iustly vaunts None truer speakes then truest Ignorants You see beneath the Circuite of the SVNNE All that 's made best is instantly vndone Are all things vaine then in that Compasse No The lightest Thing therein is nothing so That 's TRVTH which stil is best yet still vnmade Which GOD cannot vndo though Fiends inuade Than TRVTH so perfect tels you by her Foole Her plainest Tongues-man you are in a Schoole That teacheth many Lessons good and bad The bad delight the good but make too sad Then sith now sad you are the last you learn'd Was passing good though it be ill discern'd You take it ill perhaps by so great losse To learne to beare a farre more heauy CROSSE Which Heau'n long deferre if long you liue For which I pray then O be glad to grieue For what you do when you do grieue to proue Your Soules best Physick in what least you loue It 's ill to be too well ease is disease And deadly too in Parts that Death doth seize Then when in any Part of vs we ioy More than we should lest that might vs destroy Heau'n takes it quickly off as t' were by stealth And by that Want supplies our want of health The greatest Crosse that Greatnesse then can beare Is that of Pleasure free'd of Griefe and Feare Yet to content Desire and feare exclude Is the whole Summe of Heau'ns BEATITVDE But here not so where pleasure as a Crime Ends ill if feare preuent it not in time Yet Nature droopes if pleasure in a meane Sustaine it not to act Lifes tedious Scaene Thus with nor without pleasure long can we Liue as we should so strongly weake we be Than gratious Queene when you reflect vpon This light of TRVTH it will be daie anon With darkest PASSION that but Reason blinds Then leaue your Chaunce to Fame and Fortunes winds While you your selfe repose blow how they please In HONORS Heau'n or'eruling SOROWES Seas Wherein sits VERTVE throned Crown'd with Stars Aboue black Daies made such by Clouds of Cares There Royall Lady is their soueraigne SEATE That will in al Affronts be Good and Great For nought is Great on Earth but that Great Minde That 's moou'd with nothing great produc'd by KIND But in an Heau'nly calme of Mindes repose Lookes least deiected when it most doth lose Than Mindes are Motes vnlesse they thinke they bee Aboue all State and Fate in their degree VERTVE as Soueraigne roiall Minds still rules But FORTVNE as a Slaue waites most on Fooles This life is but a War-fare 'gainst OFFENCE And either fortune breeds the DIFFERENCE Bee 't Black or Bright its cleare not cleare they are From equall Danger and from equall Care Soft-fortune is a Bog or dauncing Death Where soone the carelesse do ingulph their breath Then must the foote of sober-care go soft Yet swiftly ouer to keepe Life aloft While high CONTENT in what so-euer Chance Makes the braue Minde the Starres out-countenance CONTENT doth feast our Fates which stil is found In Minds by Grace like Heau'n made Great Round What Waue can surge aboue high'st Prouidence In Deluge of Distresse or Eminence What Leaden-Hap can fall from aduerse Fate To sinke the Mind that VERTVE doth Elate If She then CENTER be of our Defence Be roundest Vengence the CIRCVMFERENCE It skills not sith it shall no more annoy Than Hell the Man-god did who there did ioy Than let Fates Snuffes and Puffes as winds of Grace Serene the Heauen of your Maiestick Face From frowning Clouds condens'd by DEATHS despight To reaue faire VERTVES Firmament of light So shall you mount from West of Wo to th' East Of GLORIES Heau'n and Sunn-like light the rest For such strange Members NATVRE neuer bred As lie at ease while Thornes do Crowne their HEAD Entombe your Passions in HIS Passion then To be belou'd of Angells prais'd of Men And with a roiall-smooth-erected front Beare vp the CROSSE and euer looke vpon 't As on the only KEY of Heau'ns fore-gate That opes it maugree Enuy Death and Fate For Fate and Death our Nature doth salute Y'er we can breathe on Blossoms of LIFES Fruite Then if wee flourish afterward it is A grace we merit not but vse amisse We vse amisse or at the best the Best So vse it still as all the interest Comes from the poorenesse of their Spirits with strife So but in Grace deserue the loue of Life Yet Spirits of richest temper are but poore But in their indigence abound with store Of Heau'nly Treasures which the World doth scorn Yet they the brauest Minde do most adorne A braue Spirit is a Particle of HIS That 's Lord of FATE Triumuirate of BLISSE And as a Flame she still by Nature sties Where her ORIGINALL reposed lies Than sacred Maiesty disdaine to vaile Thy height to Nature if shee fall to waile Though weeping with thy Sex doth best agree Yet Teares so drowne the Raies of Maiesty As through those troubled streams when they would peepe They sadly looke like Pris'ners in the deepe But can a Mother good as great forget A SONNE so deere and not pay Natures Debt In Liquid Pearle disbursed by those Eyes Where Maiesty with Loue and Vertue lies O! no She cannot but She still may minde Her Sonne in DEEDE yet put the SHEW behinde Where it may neuer shadow GLORIES sight That in the Streames of Sorrowe sinks her light Now as a foole foole-hardy I haue beene T' incounter thus the Passions of a QVEENE Which commonly are strong as is the state Of those that all but them predominate What is my reach herein Is it to show My Hand or Heart or what a foole may know To pick her Mouth of thanks her Purse of coyne Or praise at least from her so charm'd purloine For Note for Coate for Countenance for ought Like these or none of these or else for nought For none of these it is yet is it not For nought but for Her good I play the Sot To make Her Sorrie merry as I could None other-wise than Grace with Nature would Eu'n for Her selfe wise-folly telling me Eu'n for Her selfe should VERTVE serued be Than if that one of Gods Fooles on his Face Most wise in that may beg and haue the grace Of good acceptance of this seruice he Will foole it thus for nothing till he be Nothing that is not some-thing still to serue A Queene whome Fates did for our weale reserue Whose priuat Wombe hath beene the Fountain-head Whence all the Issues of our Hopes are lead By Graces guidance and by Natures might Still to refresh the Red-rose and the White For that and for thou sweetest Eglantine About the Flow'res of all our Crownes dost twine To keepe them from quite falling as our owne By aduerse Puffs that else might blow them downe We mixt conioyn'd in peace and vnity Enshrine thee in our soules Infinitie Till all good soules shall meete where they shall Rise To Glory in secure FELICITIES Here heauy Muse stoope low thy high ascent And say in deepenesse of the low'st desent Good Queene as it began your STILE defines Blesse with your Beames of grace these graclesse Lines FINIS The Surgeons that embalmed and embowelled him found no Gaule at all in him as it is confidently reported ●say 13. 21. 22. Iob. I●r 20. 7. 8. 9. Regis ad exemplum c.