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A09203	The period of mourning Disposed into sixe visions. In memorie of the late prince. Together vvith nuptiall hymnes, in honour of this happy marriage betweene the great princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhene, and the most excellent, and aboundant president of all virtue and goodnes Elizabeth onely daughter to our soueraigne, his Maiestie. Also the manner of the solemnization of the marriage at White-Hall, on the 14. of February, being Sunday, and St. Valentines day. By Henry Peacham, Mr. of Arts.	Peacham, Henry, 1576?-1643?	1613 (1613)	STC 19513.5; ESTC S110403	28,237	60

a Sceleton I ask'd him why that loathsome Caue he kept And what he was my name quoth he is Death Perplexed here for Henries losse of breath HENRIE the good the great vnware I hit VVith deadly dart before the timely day For at one neere him while I leuel'd it That sent more soules then I my selfe away Or feare or fate the arrow did misguide That he escap'd and Noblest Henry di'd With that he bad me to retire in hast For neuer any came so neere his dore And liu'd here-with mine eye a side I cast Where stood a glue-pot Canes and quiuers store And on a shelfe lay many stinking weedes Wherewith I ghesse he poison'd arrow heads By doubtfull tracks away through Brake and Breere I left the VVood and light at l●st did view When Death I heard accused euery where As Theife and Traytor of the vulgar crew For this misdeed hee sware against his will For who knew Henry could not meane him ill IIII. VISION I Saw erewhile conducted forth by Fame A Carre Triumphall all of massie Gold And foure fierce Lyons yoaked in the same The which a Virgin louely to behold With gentle raine did guide and show the way She Vna hight none else they would obay A warlick Impe within was set on high Who Phoebus in his glorious armes out-shone Ydrad of all for awfull Maiestie Yet louing and more loued liued none Hight Philocles whom Fame did thus addresse To high designes which few or none could ghesse But oh vncertaine state of all below And feeble stay whereon our hopes doe rest While that I gazed rauish'd with the show And heart did leape for ioy within my breast From Heauen I saw discend a fiery wand And all to blacke was turned out of hand Carricks white Lions in a field of Red His golden Garbes as Chesters Palatine The Cornish Beasaunts seldome quartered Rothsay with that braue Coate of Leoline VVhich one-day might in field of Mars haue flowne Before his Herse were mournfull streamers showne The gallant Steede that did disdaine the bit And shooke with angry hoofe the hollow ground His Riders losse lamented ouer it The Souldiour with his Drumme and Trumpets sound That beate the March and blew the furious charge VVere turn'd to Singers timing of his Dirge The fiery spirit whose aspiring flame Brake out enkindled at his glorious light Grew dimme and damp'd as dying with the same The gentle Heart in mourning melted quite His Friends and louers We did weare his blacke VVithin the Breast while others on the Backe But in the while we haue related this The Corps was gone and euery thing was past That there remained nothing but his Misse VVhich when I saw mine eyes to Heauen I cast And said Oh let me neuer liue I pray To feele the griefe of such another day V. VISION I Lay to rest by those two Sister-streames That striue with each as seemeth by their hast VVho to her spouse should take the stately Thames For both into his bosome fall at last VVhere one I heard as Thracian Orpheus sing VVith Beast and Bird about him listening Come VVoods quoth he and VVaters lend your sound And help vs to bemone our Dions death Come euery Plant that growes vpon the ground Your fruit or sauours to his Herse bequeath Come purple Roses purest Lillies turne Your Beauties blacke and help a while to mourne Come Albion Muses come sweet Philomel Report this newes among thy mournefull straines To greenie Groues the Death of Dion tell Ye Shepheards fill here-with the fruitfull plaines At Morne and Euen and say with Dion dead All Musicke and our Merry daies are fled Come Albion Muses come ye siluer Swannes Sing dying and die singing on the bankes Of Isis flood come wood Musitians Surround him sleeping in your painted ranckes Leaue wanton Naiads treading of your rings And teach your eyes to ouerflow the springs Come Albion Muses bid Menalcas sit With broken reede beside his aged Oke And solitary there some dittie fit That mought to teares infernall Dis prouoke Eternall silence dwell on Dale and hill And Heards vnkept goe wander where you will Come Albion Muses come with Eccho mourne In hollow Rockes and vales for Dion gone Who like his lips shall neuer more returne A gratious answere call'd by you vpon Die flowers and fall ye fruit vnripe from Trees And cease your toile the sweetest gone ye Bees Come Albion Muses neuer Dolphin wept More kindly cast by Neptune on the shore Or Memnons Bird with greater sorrow kept Auroras sonne whom still she weepeth ore Or groue with plaints of Philomela rung VVhen Plough-man had bereft her of her young Calliope more woefull did not seeke Her Loued Homer all about the Sea Or Venus on her deere Adonis checke More kisses heaped as he dying lay As Albion now who mother-like in vaine VVould spight of Nature weepe him backe againe If in a graden but the Mallow die The Daisie Dill or Rose it liues agen And shooteth yeerely from his bed on high But we endu'de with Reason who are men Much fairer stronger if we once doe fall No more on Earth our being haue at all Much more he would haue said but that with griefe His voyce did faile and hand began to slacke VVherewith approached first of Beasts the chiefe VVho in their kindes bewailed Dions lacke The Birds aboue in Trees were set aloft Each chattering in his note as Nature taught None for precedence stroue that they forgat As ill befitting pensiuenesse of heart But as they came in Louing league they sat And each to each his sorrow did impart For griefes doe grow by many bearers weake That else the backes of one or two would breake Three Lyons white full bitterly did groane And waile his absence whom they loued deere Aloofe the Heliconian Horse did moane For as the rest he could not come so neere The Lynx the Bufle and the Talbot true Did as they could their vtmost sorrow shew The Greyhound Griffon Tiger and the Goate Two gallant Dragons greene and one of Red The Vnicorne in his faire Ermine-coate The Roebucke Bore and Bull for combat bred The Leopard Wiuerne Munkey and the Beare The Tiger Cat and Porcespine were there Of Birds I saw the Eagle sharpe of sight Th' Arabian Phoenix and the Peacocke gay The towring Falcon for the Kings delight The Chough the Rauen and dainty Popingaie The Swanne with Pheasaunt fetch'd from Phasis flood And Pellican soare wounded with her brood With others numberlesse both wilde and tame By flockes that hither in a Moment flew But as I neere to this assembly came Their order kindes and cullors for to view The Man the Musicke Bird and Beast were gone I left to mourne disconsolate alone VI. VISION I Was conducted by a louely childe Whose haire outshone the brightest burning gold Of sweet aspect as Maid and modest milde Vnto that place where certainely is told The soules of such as here had liued well Disroab'd of

Earth in happinesse doe dwell It was Elisium a delightfull plaine Where Zephyre makes an euerlasting Spring And Fruits and Flowers doe all the yeere retaine Their tast and beauties sweetest Birds doe sing In Laurell shades where coolest siluer brookes Diuorce their courses by a thousand crookes Within there was a Theater of gold Rais'd on a mount in semi-circle wise Which stately columnes strongly did vphold That by ascent did ouer other rise And railde betweene with Christall lights that shone Against the Sunne like Rockes of Diamond Not Scaurus Scaene might with this same compare That eightie thousand could at one time hold Nor that of Pompey nor that wounder rare Vespasian reard nor that with pouldred gold Which Nero as with sand I read bestrew And seel'd with silke all starry gilt in blew Three rowes it had where Princes onely sat To view their worldly miseries foregone Their Kingdomes changes and to contemplate Their happinesse in full fruition These liued well or for the Faith were slaine Or younglings were who neuer saw their raigne Each were in order rancked as they dy'd The formost Heire apparants of our land VVhose deaths were by Impresas specifide So sweetly limn'd as by an Angels hand William first Henries sonne did giue a sea Enrag'd aboue was written Cast away The sonne of Stephen Prince Eustace next did sit Who gaue a braunch of bitter Hellebore Dispayre's not holpe was scored ouer it Henry the sonne of second Henry bore A Phaeton with this Too soone I clime A King and Rebell in my Fathers time Appeared then in Armes a goodly Prince Of swarthy hew by whom there hung a Launce Of wondrous length preserued euer since Hee ouerthrew at Poiteirs Iohn of Fraunce A Dial his deuice the stile at One And this No night and yet my day is done By him I saw in white a comely youth Vpon whose breast appear'd a gaping wound That would haue mou'd a heart of Flint to ruth Wherewith the place was smeared all around A withered crimson Rose by him was fixt His word The last as sonne of Henry sixt A little lower sat two beauteous Impes Of smyling cheere as fresh as flower in May Not Tyndaris faire twinnes Plerian Nimphes Or Myrrba's Boy so louely faire as they These were the Brother-Princes that in bed The Tyrant slew and left vnburied One had a Pillow with his crowne thereon His Mot The Price of my eternall rest The other gaue a Vulture ceasing on The heart of Titius with The Tyrants breast Prince Arthur this aboue an Orange flower Though seemes the fayrest yet the fruit is sower The last sat our late HENRY on a Throne By one degree rais'd higher then the rest About whose brow an heauenly glory shone And certaine beames appeared from his breast Which who so did with neerer eye admire Were striken blinde or had their hearts on fire Where when I saw that Brow that Cheeke that Eye Hee left imprinted in Eliza's face That louely cheere and gracefull Maiestie In hopefull CHARLES that take their second place With Ioy surprized to my home before I bad returne wee cared for no more FINIS A EPICEDIVM of the Author STay Royall Body ere thou go'st To sleepe in Mothers armes the dust And let our Teares distilling fast Embalmne thy Louely Limmes the last Whom Heauen so deere while here did hold It tooke both Modell and the mold From Nature least there might remaine A hope to haue his like againe HENRIE too to forward Rose HENRIE terror to his foes HENRIE Friendes and Fathers stay HENRIE Sunne-rise of our Day HENRIE Loadstar of the Arts HENRIE Loadstone of all harts But now our bud hath bid the frost And Britaine warlike Arthur lost Friendes and fathers want their stay And ouer-clouded is our day This starre is fallen from our sight And lost with all our compasse quite Oh losse of losses griefe of griefe Beyond compassion or reliefe But was our young Iosias shot From Babell Aegypt ward or not His Iourney scarsly yet begunne Or was this deede by Heauen done The cause were Earths all Horrid crimes Hatch'd in these faithlesse fruitlesse times 'T is sinne hath drawne the deluge downe Of all these teares wherein we drowne Wherein not onely we are d●ent But all the Christian continent Yea vtmost climes and coastes vnknowne Whereto his winged Fleere is flowne Whose Pilot while the Maister sleepes Is sounding of the Northerne deepes Encountring Icie Mountaines Coasts Rak'd vp in Snowes or bound with frosts Who saue the Deitie diuine Could say the depth of his designe As when a Comet doth amaze The world with it's prodigious blaze While in some pitchie night from North Sword brandisht flames it shooteth forth All ghessing what it might portend Or where th' effect would fall it 'h end So when this youth in Armor shone He was with terror look'd vpon Which way mought turne his sword or launce To Turke to Spaine to Roome or Fraunce But this a Meteor was no Starre Imperfect mixt as glories are Though Belus terme himselfe a God And Commodus beare Hermes rod Marcellus call in thunder downe From Heauen an artificiall crowne Clearchus in his charge beare fire Augustus clepe the Sunne his Sire Domitian his owne Mother scorne To say of Pallas he was borne Yet all are Adams earthy weake Adord like Idols till they breake Become the scorne of Time and Fate And obiects of the meanest Hate By Bodkins greatest Caesar 's dead A Shepherdesse take Cyrus head A Weasils bite kils Aristide And Lice did punish Herods pride Blinde Times ascribing these to be Th' effects of Fate or Destinie Ineuitable mocking vs With th'Ato'mes of Democritus The Soule of this which VVorld we call Or Influence Coelestiall 'T is no Aegyptian Iron Line But prouidence of Power Diuine VVhose high Idaeas are beeings And all Essentiall formes of things Disposing of all here below Whose ends himselfe doth onely know Who made a cord of seuerall sinne To whip vs out or hold vs in That what Rome of her Titus said May to late Henry be applyed That he for his owne good is gone But for our full affliction For whose deare losse oh let the Towers Of each heauen-daring crime of ours Be cast to ground as Carthage were When she her Princes death did heare And to expresse her sorrow more Her wals with blacke quite couer'd o'er Or with th' Aegyptians let vs mourne Tenne times seauen dayes about his Vrne Or strow his Herse with bud and bloome As Thetis her Achilles Tombe Or crowne his Ashes left to vs As they did of Demetrius Or hang with Athens Laurell by In signall of his Victory Triumphing ouer Sinne and Death Wherewith wee struggle still beneath That happy thus why fooles doe wee With vainest vowes sollicite thee Teares after teares to Heauen send That should vpon our selues descend But rather let thee quiet rest Where thou perpetually art blest Then farewell Henry heauenly Iemme Adorning new

Hierusalem Farewell thy Britaines broken Shield Farewell the Honor of the Field Farewell the Ioy of King and Mother Farewell Eliza's dearest Brother Farewell the Church and Learnings prop Farewell the arme that held me vp Farewell the golden dayes of mirth Farewell the best-best Prince of earth Farewell Perforce I cease to mourne For teares mine Inke to water turne To the buried Prince As from each angle of the Vault Wherein thou lyest a line is brought Vnto the Kingly founders heart So vnto thee from euery part See how our loues doe runne by line And dead concenter in thy Shrine An Elegiacke EPITAPH vpon the vntimely death of the hopefull Prince HENRIE c. VVritten by the Author at the time of his DEATH VVHo ere thou art that passest by And canst not read for weeping eye Our interrupted Lines or speake For sighes that swollen hart would breake Imagine Heauens and Earth reply Our Hopes are fal'n and here they Iye For Griefe her selfe is stricken dumbe To see this worthiest worthies toombe And Earth to hide from mortall sight The worlds sole wonder and delight The richest Iemme ere Nature wrought For prizeles forme of purest thought For chast desire for Churches zeale For care and loue of common weale For manly shape for actiue might For Courage and Heroique sprit For Loue of Armes and Heauenly Arts For Bounty toward all best deserts That euen by Teares of yet vnborne His Marble wil be wash'd and worne For liuing we though deadly shot Stand at the gaze but feele it not Oh neuer land had such a losse But certaine soule thou art but gone To thy new coronation Thy presence Heauen thy state a Throne Thy Carpet Starres to tread vpon Full glory for a Crowne of gold Out shining this accursed mold For awfull Scepter or thy Rod A palme thy friends the Saints of God VVhen Parasite nor Spangled groome VVith Courtiers vaine accloy thy roome VVhere Sisters friends thy comming greete VVith Himnes and Hallelu iahs sweet That from the height of blisse aloft Thou view'st me thinkes our Mansion oft Braue Hampton checking Heauen with state Or Richmond thy belou'd of late And bid●st Adiew these heapes of clay Cares restles roomes Innes for a day Oh that the Heauens deny it me Here loathing life to follow thee But till my death I weare my dayes In Zealous teares and in thy praise Since I may neuer line to see A Prince or Henrie like to thee FINIS SEQVENTIA Doctissimi Amici Carmina Lachrumarum coronidem ob elegantiam Autoris singularem in Principis defuncti Pietatem Amorem meritò adposuimus POST NENIAS 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ad Funus diù diù Britannis Lugendum HENRIC BRIT PR Deliciarum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I. S. è Soc. Int. Templi EPITAPHIVM Eodem Auctore HIc quis iacet libentiùs proh dixeram Nisi rettulissent Neniae tot vndique Tot vndique Lessi malum Vos Futiles Exeste sultis Metus adest ● Posteris Seris Nepotibus ne Diris malè ferant Liras vouentes perquàm iniquas Principi Liras Quis ast Viator Illius memor Esse potis est satis Sed impares Clar I Fuêre Vates Quicquid Humanum magìs Impar quod olím sentient Britannides Olîm nimìs cum grauiùs eheu dixerit Fatum hoc stupendum Gnata temporis Sed HAVE Henrice Princeps Magne Semonum Decus AEETERNVM HAVE Corona Principis AVreus huic vitae spatium benè circulus actae Vitauè quae Regni sorte beata fuit Luncta cruci alterno stant ordine Lilia miscet An quia diuersus gaudia nostra dolor Gemma animi fuerat Virtus Henrice relucens Quaelibet antevenis qua probitate tuis Vnio ait primùm sum facta Britannia in isto Principe candidius quo nihil or be fuit Indomitas mentis vires Adamantina corda Ipse Adamas dederas et didicisse pati Quantus eum aether●i cepisset Numinis ardor Cerule nec falsus testis Iaspis eras Tempora Smaragdum retulisse virentia Veris Rebar et in multos spem superesse dies Deflua flore nouo fit spes haec Bruma dolôrum Praeproperam vt necuit dira pruina Rosam Sanguine foedatam palmam spolia ampla triumphos Principis innuerit Martius ille Rubor Hucque Amethyste venis de Perside pallor Iacchi Et quam mens illi sobria sana fuit Nec Chrysolithus abest ceu quo radiantibus vndis Splendet opum cumulus splendet auîtus Honos Est tuae de coelis Vngaria lata corona In coelos rapitur dignior ista Polo Pluma triplex principis insigne QVam bene conuênit sorti tua Symbola Pluma Gloria cum fuerat parua caduca leuis QVod Pius et prudens armisque animosior esses Est tibi Pluma triplex qua super astra volas ICH DIEN I. Seruio SErvijt HENRICVS bis denos circiter annos Liber abinde fuit Ciuis et aethereus H. P. LIterulae nostri communes Nominis H P. Quam fero moeroris vos monumenta mei Rosa Britannica HEnrici Henricus Regis de sanguine Princeps Enatusque Rosis Hinc Rosa vera fuit Nascitur ex Veneris Rosa vulnere vulnera Regni Reddunt hunc nobis Hinc Rosa vera fuit Infacie roseusque pudor candore remistus Casto flore placens Hinc Rosa vera fuit Virtute ingenio pollebat viribus Hostis Senserit has spinas Hinc Rosa vera fuit Poscebant Veneres Europae Tusca Sabauda Rure decus thalamis Hinc Rosa vera fuit Intulit Ambrosios quàcunque incessit odores Numinis afflatus Hinc Rosa vera fuit Coelica mellificos ditabat dona labores Elargitus opes Hinc Rosa vera fuit Praeproperè emicuit coelique emarcuit ictu Solus Honos Hortis Hinc Rosa vera fuit Carduus Scoticus TError eram Hostilis viuus modo mortuus Hosti Vt Ziscae inijciant nomina sola metum Deciàuus fuerat mihi flos folia atque caduca Nullaque quae noceat spina relict a mihi Attamen abstineas hostis radice supersles Idem vnusque tibi moeror amâror inest Dum mihi flos teneris loetus rideret agellis Illucensque dies aureus omnis adest Vndique sollicitat volitan●ûm turba prccorum Et me fucus iners sedula quoerit apes Musca dapem captans crabro tuque inuida vespa Et