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A15047	Sir Phillip Sidney, his honorable life, his valiant death, and true vertues A perfect myrror for the followers both of Mars and Mercury, who (in the right hardie breaking vpon the enemie, by a few of the English, being for the most part gentlemen of honor and name) receiued his deathes wound, nere vnto Sutphen the 22. of September last past, dyed at Aruam the 16. of October following: and with much honor and all possible mone, was solemnely buried in Paules the 16. of February 1586. By G.W. gent. Whereunto is adioyned, one other briefe commemoration of the vniuersall lamentation, the neuer dying praise, and most sollemne funerall of the sayd right hardie and noble knight. By B.W. Esquire. Dedicated, to the right Honorable the Earle of Warwicke, by his Lordships faithfull seruant George Whetstones.	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?; B. W. (Bernard Whetstone) aut	1587 (1587)	STC 25349; ESTC S111735	12,399	21

them his hart As he that reads his laste request shall finde Brother quoth he to you I must imparte Three thinges of waight impresse them in your Harte Feare God and liue loue well my frendes and knowe That worldly hopes from vanitie doe flowe Wordes like himselfe the Counsells of a frende Which Somary all wisedome doe containe The feare of God is life that both not end When all thinges faile the loue of frendes remaine Yea all thinges else are pleasure mixt with paine Caesar was slaine and Pompey lost his head Their climing thoughts their owne decaies haue bread He felt a change betweene our life and his That mens vaine hopes so soundly hath discribe The healthfull talke but the true feeling misse Of heauenly ioyes which in the soule abide Flesh like the worlde and relisheth his pride It feares not death vntill it feele the paine Who knoweth least knoweth then this worlde is vaine Who did compare his wound with patient paine Said Marius liu'de in Sydneys haute desire UUho saw his death his life perceaued plaine UUas wholy bent by vertue to aspire UUho heard his wordes his wisedome did admit They were so chard'ge with grace and graue aduise As they will liue by vsage of the wise A smaller wound leaues many in the fielde A greater hurte his hart could not dismay A moneth welny was spent eare he would yeelde Himselfe to death whom death could not affray And when that time brought on his later day Demaund was made If hee ne fear'd to dye No whit quoth he because I liue thereby But vrged more then néeded in his state He grauely did this perfect answere giue My death shall like my life dissembling hate To tell you plaine * to dye I doe not geeue And yet of both I rather wish to liue Which who gaynesaies vnwisely spends his breath He fayne would liue that most both prate of death The cause is showne why he desired Life For publique good but to our common woe Our sinnes did drawe and sharpe the fatall knife His vitall threade to cutte and shread in two That his sweete soule might forth of Prison goe Which forthwith fle●●● to Abraham his breast Where now it raynes and still shall liue in rest Mors honesta ignominiosa vita preferenda A commemoration of the generall mone the honorable and solemne funerall made for and of the most worthy Sir Phillip Sidney Knight by B. W. esquire VVHen winters bitter blast the trees began to bare Sweet Sydney slaine downe fell our hope piller of welfare He was the rising sunne that made all England glad He was the life and light of those that any vertues had He was the muses ioy he was Bellonas sheilde With in the Towne he was a Lambe a Lion in the Feild His Life bewraed a loue that matched Curtius zeale His Life no Life contempt of death to serue the common weale No gift nor grace there was but in his vertues shind His worth more worth than Flaunders wealth now by his lasse we finde For when his sacred soule did forth his bodie flie Ten thousand shrikes persude the same vnto the starry Skie The stowtest Souldier then shewed feminine dismay And with their teares did wash his wound that brought him to decay Some kist his breathlesse mouth where wisdome flowed at will Some raysd his head that lately was the treasurhowse of skill Where truth and cowrage liu'd his Noble hart some fealt Some layd their hands vppon his breast where all the vertues dwelt Some eid his closed eyne that wacht the poore-mans need And when they did vnwrap his thygh his wound did make them bleed O honer derely bought they crid monde this chaunce So shoke his hand and sayd farewell thow glory of the Launce Outcries soone spread his death the mone ranne farre and nere What was he then that mourned not the dolefull newes to heare The King of Scots bewrade his griefe in learned verse And many moe their passions pende with praise to decke his hearsse The Flushingers made sute his breathles corps to haue And offered a sumptuous Tombe the same for to engraue But oh his louing frendes at their request did greiue It was too much he lost his life his Corse they would not leaue And so from flushing porte in shippe attyr'd with blacke They did imbark this perfect Knight that onely breath did lack The winde and Seas did mourne to see this heauie sight And into Thames did conuey this much lamented Knight Vnto the Minories his bodie was conuayde And there vnder a martiall hearse three Monthes or more was staide But when the day was come he to his graue must goe An host of heauy men repair'd to see the sollome showe The poore whom he good Knight did often clothe and feede In fresh remēbraunce of their woe went first in mourning weede His frends and seruants said was thought a heauy sight Who fixt their eyes vpō the ground which now must howse their Knight To here the drome and fife sendforth a dolefull sound To see his coulers late aduaunst lie trayling on the ground Each ornament of war thus out of order borne Did pearce ten thousand harts with griefe which were not namd to mourne Some markt the great dismay that charg'd his martiall bande And how some horsemen walkt on foote with battel-axe in hand Some tould the mourning clockes his gentlemen did weare What Knights captaines were in gownes what the haralds beare Some markt his stately Horse how they hong downe their head As if they mourned for their Knight that followed after dead But when his noble corps in sollom wise past by Farewell the worthiest Knight that liu'd the multitude did crie Farewell that hon'rd arte by lawrell and the Launce Farewell the frend beloued of all that hadst no foe but chaunce His sollome funerall beseming his estate This by the Heraldes martialled the more to mone his fate Three Earles other Lords the Hollands states in black With all their trayne then followed and that no loue migh lack The Mayor and Aldermen in purple robes there mourn'd And last a band of Citizenes with weapons awkeward tourn'd In follome wise did bring this Knight vnto the grounde Who being their best owed at rest their last adew to sownde Two volley of braue shot they thundred in the skies And thus his funerall did ende with many weeping eies Vpon whose Monument in letters writ with Gould This Epitaph deserues to be for all men to behould Of the most worthie and hardy Knight Sir Phillip Sidney the Epitaph HEre vnderneth lies Phillip Sydney Knight True to his prince learned staid and wise VVho lost his life in honorable fight VVho vanquisht death in that he did despise To liue in pompe by others brought to passe VVhich oft he term'd a diomond set in brasse King Alexander was poysened by the envie of Antepater beinge but 24. yeares of

tuche The Lyon make that keepes the Wolfe in awe That neuer yet did feare the Eagles clawe And mildly first did Licke the wounded sheepe Then sent the Beare the scattered heard to keepe To speake more plaine though this instruck'ts the wife Our Soueraigne Queene that both the Lyon beare With pittie mou'de to heare her neighbours cries Whom Tyranny in peeces still did teate Shee Lecester sent to awe that common feare And with him went in this iust cause to fight A stoute small bande that many put to flight Among the best and with the first in fielde This worthy Knight inflam'd with countries zeale His couradge arm'd to dye eare he would yeilde His Horse and Lawnce to serue the common weale He now preferd and that a mighty deale Before his Landes his after hope or UUife Yea Curtius like more then his proper life Of Flushing he Lord Gouernour was made A charge of truste which he with truth did keepe The bording foe did finde he was no shade He wakte them oft when they had lust to sleepe And wacht his charge as shepheards doe their sheepe His hede at home his Arme was in the field To garde the fcend and make the foe to yeilde He crost the Seaes not like to some for showe No waighty cause could make him leaue his charge His Parents deathes and many causes moe Were colours iust to set his zeale at large Flushing then wailde to misse her trusty Tardge He viu'de her loue and for to do her good He vou'de her ayde and sealde it with his blood His louing Wife then came to houshold there The happiest Wife and now the heauiest wight To sir Frauncis Walsingham she was heyre Of goodes and giftes beseeming such a Knight The droomme now soundes the worthy men to fight A Garrison his charge well arm'de to shielde He forwith leaues and posted to the Fielde As time and cause did will assaile the foe Arm'de with the first still with the last he fought Axell be wonne and eke at Dewsborough He well made knowne the vallor of his thought At Zutphen last where as his death he cought With charge on charge and most by men of name His death enrowles a fight of lasting fame Which thus fell foorth of September now past The 22. the foe in armour bright Into the Towne did with some vittaile haste And made a bragge but never ment to fight But who can stay the hounde the Heart in fight Or Mars forbid to venter on the foe In open field that proudly maketh showe Caesar alone on the fierce Neruij ran Alexander leap from a Cittie wall And by himselfe the selfesame Cittie wan So we that did proude Caesar sometime gaule Whom no mans power could euer yet appale That day made knowne the auncient English deede Their Uallors left vnto their worthy seede A hunting fight this Skirmidge may be calde Of eager Dogges for as a Leash we fee. A heard of Deare doe scatter kill and gaulde Our men but fewe with furie so did flée Upon their foes that some amased be Essex that day reui'ude his Fathers name Lord Willowbye chardged like a fiery flame Worthy Russell that will to no man yeilde That day sawe light euen through the hinmost foe Stoute Norrys darde the Spanyard to the fielde Parrat stroke downe Gonsago with a blowe The yonger North did forward courage showe Wingfield did serue like to a hardy knight And Wotton preast into the hottest fight Fisher Fortescue Haydon Hungate Veare Blunt Hynd Hawle Whetston Fulford Vdal Wroughtō Swane With moe of name the foe did foyle and front The smallest feare that day was held a shame And sure the foe will quite vs of that blame Counte Hannyball was left in field for dead And Captaine George Lord Willowby Captiue lead On foote that day Lord Audely serued well Vmpton Hatton as forward as the best Standly now staind is hard Skirmidge fell Cosby deserues his Honour with the rest Thomas was slaine and Mertayne at that Feaste Browne ventured far and so did many moe Unknowne to me whose fames their names will showe But oh to shade this glory with our woe Hardy Sydney much like to Mars in viewe UUith furious charge did breake vpon the foe A Musket shot his stately horse then slewe He horst againe the fight did soone renewe But fortune that at his renowne did spight A bullet sent that in his thigh did light The wound was déepe and shiuered the bone His hart was good and manly bare this Crosse UUith courage stoute he did suppresse the mone That many made which did behold his losse Vdal then lite softely to leade his Horse Let goe quoth he till I fall to the grounde The foe shall misse the glory of my wounde Foorth of the fielde with courage stoute he rode To searche his wounde their skill the Surgions showe VVhat might be bought to do him any good UUhat might be wrought to mitigate his woe What might be sought to salue his mortall blowe Was bought wrought sought his wound his griefe his life To cure ease saue but O the fatall knife Had grau'de his wounde too deepe to drawe long breath Had forg'd his griefe too sharpe to relish ease Had thrust his life into the mouth of death UUhat now remaines since nothing may appease The Monster Death that feedes of his disease Euen onely this to shewe his godly end For soueraigne praise did with his life contende UUhen death he felt lay heauie in his wombe UUhen life he sawe made haste from him to flye My glory now quoth he must be my To'mbe In which I coulde forbeare a while to lye Not that I faune on Life or feare to dye But of meere zeale if with gods will it stoode I respit wish to doe my Countrey good For why as yet my seruice is but greene My yeres are young and brought forth Leaues of late The blomes were faire but yet no fruit is seene I studied haue to benefit the state To execute I am fordid by fate My Countreys weale by me is newe begone The hope is lost my Glasse is broke and roune My Life is now euen at the will of death A chaunce not strange although the chaunge be great For he that names his Sworde out of the sheath Can hardly say that he shall scape vnbeate Unlesse he flye ere cause both sound retreat The name of Warre is sweete the praise is fame But hazard beares twixt Life and death the game And sith my Luck lightes on the worser Lotte In worth I take what desteny did drawe My louing frends for you I greeue God woe My seruaunts true that held my will for Lawe Although my will thereof still stood in awe Your losse is greate because I lou'd you well Receaue my loue and so to both farewell With that he sight'd their deepe dismay to mind And turn'd his head but left with