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A08184	Expicedium [sic]. A funeral oration, vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memorye, Elizabeth by the grace of God, Queen of England, France and Ireland. Written: by Infelice Academico Ignoto. Wherunto is added, the true order of her Highnes imperiall funerall.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1603 (1603)	STC 18520; ESTC S113213	7,804	22

poore Shepheards Lad That the hye knowledge onely doe adore Would offer more if I more plenty had But comming short of their aboundant store A willing heart that on thy fame could dwell Thus bids Eliza happily farewell FINIS THE True Order and formall proceeding at the Funerall of the most high renovvned famous and mightye Princesse Elizabeth of England France Irealnd late Queene from White-hall to the Cathedral Church of Westminster The 28. day of Aprill 1603. BEfore thou reade prepare thine eyes to weepe If that thine eyes containe one liquid teare Or if thou canst not mourne fall dead in sleepe For naught but death such sorrow can out-weare T will grieue heereafter soules as yet vnborne That one soules losse did make so many morne Did make so many mourne oh heauie time That brought a Period to her happie life But cruell death the fatall stroke was thine Her losse is ours heauen thereby gaines a wife Yet had not sin bin hug'd in th' armes of Pride England had smil'd and heauen had lost a Bride But now oh now our mourning weedes are on And many thousand blacks for her are worne Which do demonstrat that Eliza's gone For whose vntimely losse so many morne What these sad mourners are good reader see And seeing reade and reading weepe with me Queene Elizabeths Funerall These persons heer-after named came in their place and order as was appoynted Also the names of such Noblemen Gentlemen as caryed the Standerds other Ornaments at the Funerall First Knight Marshals men to make roome Then folowed 15. poore men Next 260. poore women foure and foure in a ranke Then Seruants of Gentlemen Esquires Knights Two Porters Four Trumpeters Rose purseuant at Armes Two Sergeants at Armes The Standerd of the Dragon borne by the worshipfull sir George Boucher Two Querries leading a horse couered in blacke cloth Messengers of the Chamber Children Of the Almondry Children of the Woodyard Children of the Scullery Children and Furners of the Pastry Scalding house and Larder Then folowed Groomes being Wheat-porters Coopers Wine-porters Conducts in the Bakehouse Bel-ringer Maker of spice-bags Cart-takers chosen by the boord Long Carts Cart-takers Of the Almonry Of the Stable Woodyard Scullery Pastry Scalding-house Poultrye Caterye Boyling-house Larder Kitchin Lawndrie Ewerie Confectionary Waferie Chaundrye Pitcher-house Groomes Buttrie Seller Pantrye Bake-house Counting-house Then Noble-mens and Embassadours seruants and Groomes of the Chamber Foure Trumpeters Blewemantle A Sergeant at Armes The Standerd of the Greyhoūd borne by Master Herbert brother to the Erle of Pembrooke Yeomen being Seruitors in the Hall Cart-takers Porters Almonrye Herbengers Wood-yard Scullery Pastrye Poultrye Scalding-house Purueyers of the Poultrye Purueyers of the Acatrie Yeomen Stable Boyling-house Larder Kitchin Ewerye Confectionarye Waferye Purueyer of the Waxe Tallow-Chandler Chaundrye Pitcher-house Brewers Butterye Purueyers Seller Pantrye Garneter Bake-house Counting-house Spicerye Chamber Robes Wardrobe Erles and Countesses seruants Foure Trumpeters Portcullis A Sergeant at Armes Standerd of the Lyon borne by M. Thomas Somerset Two Querries leading a horse trapped with blacke veluet Sergeant of the Vestrie Gentlemen of the Chappel in Copes hauing the Children of the Chappel in the middle of their company in surplices all of them singing Clarkes Deputie Clarke of the market Clarkes extraordinarye Cofferer Dyet M. Cooke for the housholde Pastrie Larder Scullerye Wood-yard Poultrye Bake-house Acatrie Stable Sergeants Gent Harbenger Wood-yard Scullerye Pastrye Caterye Larder Ewerie Seller Sergeants Pantrie Bake-house M. Cooke of the Kitchin Clarkes of the Equerrie Second clarke of the Chaūdry Third Clark of the Chaundry Second Clark of the Kitchin Third Clark of the Kitchin Super-visors of the Dresser Surueyer of the Dresser for the Chamber Musitians Apothicaries Chirurgians Sewers of the Hall Marshall of the Hall Sewers of the Chamber Groom-Porter Gent. Vshers quarter wayters Clarke Marshall Auenor Chiefe Clark of the wardrobe Chiefe Clark of the Kitchin Two Clarkes Controllers Clarkes of the Green-cloth M. of the Housholde Sir Henry Cocke Cofferer Rouge Dragon The Banner of Chester borne by the Lord Zouch betweene two Sergeants at Armes Clarkes of the Counsell Clarkes of the priuie Seale Clarkes of the Signet Clarkes of the Parliament Doctors of Phisicke Q Chaplaines Secretaries for the Latine French tongues Rouge-Crosse The Banner of Cornwall borne by the Lord Herbert eldest sonne to the Earle of Worcester betweene two Sergeants at Armes Cheife Officers to the Lord Maior of London Aldermen of London Soliciter Attourney Sergeants at Law M. of the Reuels M. of the Tents Knights bachelers Lord cheife Baron Lord Cheife Iustice of the Common Plees M. of the Iewell-house Knightes which haue beene Embassadours Gentlemen Agents Sewers for the Queene Sewers for the bodye Esquires of the bodye Gent. of the priuye Chamber Gentlemen Pencioners holding their Pol-axes heades downe-wards couered all with blacke Heere Reader stay if thou aske me whie T is to intreate thee beare them company But if th' high spirit cannot weepe so lowe Weepe with these flowers of honour that drooping goe Lancaster The Banner of Wales borne by Viscount Bindon Lord Mayor of London Sir Iohn Popham Sir Iohn Fortescue Sir Robert Cicill Principall Secretarie Controller of the housholde Treasurer of the housholde Masters of Requests Agents for Venice and for the Estates Windsor The Banner of Ireland borne by the Earle of Clanricard Barons Bishops Erles eldest sonnes Viscounts Dukes second sonnes Erles Marquesses Bishop of Chichister Almner and Preacher at the Funerall Lord Keeper Arch-Bishop of Canterburie French Embassadour Foure Sergeants at Armes The great imbrodered Banner of England borne by the Earle of Pembrooke assisted by the Lord Howard of Effingham Somerset Richmond Yorke Helme Crest Chester Target Norrey K. at Armes Swoord Clarenciaux K. at Armes Cote Art thou yet dry as if thou hadst not wept Reade further then and thou wilt force a teare But hadst thou scone her figure as she slept In memorie thou would'st her semblance beare Whose deere remembrance would so touch thy minde That in thy passion thou no meane could'st finde The liuely picture of her Maiesties whole body in her Parliament robes with a Crowne on her head and a Scepter in her hand lying on the corpes inshrin'd in leade and balmed couered with Purple-veluet borne in a Charriot drawne by foure Horses trapt in Blacke-veluet Gentlemē Vshers with white roddes A Canopie ouer the Corpes borne by 6 Knights Six Earles assistants vnto the bodye On Each side the Corpes 6. Banerols caryed by 12. Noble-men Footemen The Earle of Worcester maister of the horse leading the Palfrey of Honour Two Esquiers and a groome to attend leade him a way Gentleman vsher of the priuie Chamber Garter K. at Armes The Lady Marques of Northhampton Chiefe mourner assisted by the Lord Treasurer the Lord Admirall her traine caryed vp by two Countesses and Sir Iohn Stanhop master Vicechamberlaine Two Earles assistants to her 14. Countesses assistants Countesses Ladies of honour Viscountesses Earles daughters Baronesses Maides of honour of the priuie Chamber Captaine of the Guard with all the Guard following fiue fiue in a ranke holding their Holberds downeward Loe heere are all that in blacke weedes do mourne And now me thinkes I soe thy count'nance turne What trill thy teares nay Reader then a don The firmament containes but one cleore Sun And since that Delia is from hence bereauen We haue an other Sun ordein'd by heauen God graunt his virtues may so glorious shine That after death he may be crown'd diuine Amen The 12. Bannerols vvere caried by 12. Barons beginning at the yongest first The first Banner was of King Henry the second Elenor of Aquitaine Caried by the Lord Norris The second of King Iohn Isabel of Angolisme caried by the Lord Compton The third of King Henry the third and Elenor of Arragon caried by the Lord Chandois The fourth of King Edward the first and Elenor of Castillia caried by the Lord Compton The fift of King Edward the second and Isabel of France caried by Lord Darcy of the South The sixt of King Edward the third and Philippa of Haynolt caried by Lord Cromwel The seuenth of Edmond of Langley Duke of Yorke Isabel of Castil caried by Lord Windsor The eight of Richard Erle of Cambridge and Anne Mortimer caried by Lord Darcy of the North. The ninth of Richard Duke of Yorke and Cicely Neuill caried by Lord Dudley The tenth of King Edward the fourth and Elizabeth Wooduile caried by Lord Gray The eleuenth of King Henry the seuenth and Elizabeth daughter to King Edward the fourth caried by Lord Cobham The twelfe of Henry the eight and Anne Bulleine Father and mother to our late deceased Queene caried by the Lord de la ware Viuat Iacobus Angliae Scotiae Franciae et Hiberniae Rex FINIS

Expicedium A FVNERAL Oration vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memorye Elizabeth by the grace of God Queen of England France and Ireland Written by Infelice Academico Ignoto Wherunto is added the true order of her Highnes Imperiall Funerall LONDON Printed for E. VVhite dvvelling neere the little north doore of Paules Church at the signe of the Gun 1603. Epicedium A Funerall Oration vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memory Elizabeth by the grace of God Queene of England France and Ireland written by Infelice Academico Ignoto IF the sighes of the heart were conuerted into eloquēce of the tongue as in the instruments of breath the spirit is exchanged into soun'd I would desire right worthy Auditory that all those sighes which are assembled together in your brests might be centered in my heart to the ende that my defect of eloquence to expresse this fatall accident might be supplyed by my increased sorrowes so happily conuerted into discourse But since this my conceited desires may not be reduced to act my wish were that this floud of teares that makes his channell through our eyes might like a riuer of fit discourse flow from out my lippes to the ende that the forecible weight of the same being inritched by these supplyes might plant amazement in your eares to heare the flowing eloquence of my tongue and the boundles number of her praises But why spend I my breath in wishes or to what end fashion I my desires to be greater then my power since your reuerent silence that attendeth my discourse is sufficient to giue worth to the weaknes of my performance and her vertues worke wonder in the meanest Orator But because a good life maketh only the graue happie and the glory that is deriued to after ages dependeth on the actions of fore-passed yeeres Let vs discourse a while on that Elizabethes life whose death wee lament with such hartie complaints She was borne of a father of famous memory Henry the eight deriued from a mother of great vertue Anne Bullem and descended so royallie and from so mightie Princes that Europe knew not her equall eyther in birth bewtie or perfection Greater then Alexander she was for the world which he subdued by force she conquered by loue her beautie was so great that it rather was enuied then equalled beloued then praysed admired then described Her power so great that whole kingdomes were affrighted at her name and many rich countries made happy by her protection her learning so admirable that as from east and west many nations resorted to Rome not for any wonder they expected in the Cittie but onely to beholde Liuy So many from all parts repayred to her kingdome where eyther they were inchaunted with beauty amased at her greatnes enriched by her bountie confirmed by her wisdome or confounded in their Iudgments Her chastitie so great that the question is whether the conquest of her enemies wrought her more fame or the continence and gouernement shee had in her selfe more merrit In a word she enioyed so much grace as all the graces possessed not together and hee that had the grace to see her grace accompted it his happinesse to be so graced The desires her beauty kindled her modesty quenched the attempts which ambition intēded her constancie ouercame The peace which al kingdomes affected her pollicy effected and her state which her greatest foes enuied her wisdom maintained her countrie was the fostresse of banisht men the sanctuary of the distressed the harbour of the wronged the enricher of her allies the bane of her enemies in aword the world had nothing more praise-worthie in it then that it knew her I will not rip vp the rare perfections of her youth neither her fatall daunger before her comming to the Crowne nor her sundrie good fortunes in the gouernment of her kingdome nor the continuance of her peace nor the prosperitie of her warres least the memorie of these things added to her losse should make our sorrowes stronger then our sufferance could admit of But for my owne part I may say this of her that if this Soueraigne Princesse had dyed among those ancient Thracians who wept at the birth of their children and sung and feasted at their deaths they would haue changed their custome and bewayled her infinitely For by her death alas what miserie are wee not acquainted with wee lost that head whereof wee bee the members the gouernesse of our fortunes and felicitie the life of all our peace the death of all our ioy Since her departure Justice scale is distempered prudence mirrour is dimmed strength's pillers are shaken Temperance vessell is emptied the Oliue that peace bare is leaueles the oyle of mercy is wasted liberalities hands are closed the head of magnificence droopeth pittie hath hir smiles changed the lawes are silent and pardon tongueles Alas what should I say if Petrarch knew not in what Sphere of Planets to lodge his Lawra how shold I guesse in what order of Angels I should plāt our Elizabeth dead she is but so dead as she is pittied by death himselfe who being senceles and passionles towards all other creatures yet hath afforded her this priuiledge to liue in our sorowes And to giue her place in heauen what mortall apprehēsion dare presume since in earth our best hopes are wrapped in feare and trembling and no man can beget that being for another which hee cannot assuredly hope for himselfe what shee was whilst shee liued wee iudge but by the out-side the sence must informe the intellect before he can determine what she is for the earth we know for the soule we leaue it with the Platonists to infinitie wherein God that knoweth best of truth can informe truth When Pelopidas the Theban after he had manfully combated against Alexander Pheraeus was vnfortunately and mortally wounded the report is that the Thessalians that were present at that battell neuer laid aside their armour nor drewe the reyne from their horses neither tyed vp their woundes vntill they had lamented him armed and heat in the conflict they ranne to comfort him halfe breathles they clipped their horses manes they shaued themselues if colde made them chill the fier of their zeale would not suffer them to kindle fire in their tents their sorowes shut vp their stomacks from receauing meate silence and mourning possessed the whole armie And they that had gotten a victorie ouer fame by their conquest by the losse of their generall became slaues to their affections when the Cittie 's heard of his losse the magistrate and meane men the Prince and Plebeian came out to meete him they fixed Crownes on his Hearse cast flowers on his coarse stroue how to honour him being dead that had so faithfully fought for them in life yea his enemies contended with the conquerer for Funerall thinking it a blessing to enioy his bones whose valour had restrayned their ambition If for Pelopidas the warriour the

Greekes were so passionate what should wee bee in the losse of Elizabeth our peace-maker and Princesse whose perfections are entombed in her enemies teares whose losse hath made the mightie weake the prudent diffident the rich suspitions the poore amazed and all sorts hardes Pelopidas vertues were onely the obiects of Greece Elizabeths the wonders of the world he onely a subduer of a Cittie or prouince she the terrour of many kingdomes hee onely wonderfull in an Angle She famous in the worlds fayre Anglia But alas why talke I of death in so diuine a subiect she liues as yet in the hartes of her gratefull subiects because they might not dye with her liuing they keepe her aliue in their louing hartes the memorie of her death in their teares her name in their tongues her wordes in their eares her liuely Image in their lasting imaginations her mightines in her is an admirable miracle where nobilitie in the vitious is a grieuous infamie Heere like a true Ioseph hath she lost this cloake of mortalitie to obtaine an immortall Crowne of glorye and to escape the embracements of the lewde worlde How happily hath she cast off the prison of her mortalitie how happy is she by death that is deliuered frō the troubles of life The enamoured Thisbe to flye from the iawes of a hungrie Lyonesse cast off her vayle that shadowed her shoulders so this beloued of Christ to escape that Lyon of perdition that raging wandreth to seeke whom he may deuour hath disburdened her selfe of her earthly ornamēts hath choakte the rauenous enemie of mankinde by casting her earth in his teeth Happy happy Elizabeth that hath forsaken the Babilon of this world to obtaine her Countrie the heauēly Paradice The Moone as the Philosophers write is ecclipsed by the shadow of the earth and nothing more obscureth the soule then this prison of the bodye Since therfore our Elizabeth hath cast off her earthly vayle to get a heauenly Priuiledge let vs moderate our passions by imagining her felicitie since what she lost was not in her possession to keep and what she hath is a greater purchase then coniecture can apprehend The generous young man Crates forsooke his possessions to buye an heritage in Philosophye Diogines left his Countrie and house Democritus lost his eyes to apprehend knowledge How farre better a match hath our Soueraigne made that for her possessions in earth hath got the Paradice in heauen that for her earthlye prison hath attayned a heauenly mantion that for her eyes that beheld the vanities on earth hath gotten the meanes to beholde the paradice of heauen Plato in his lawe interdicted the vse of lamentation in Funerals neither thought he it requisit to lament publiquelie or conuey the Coarse to his Tombe with teares and sorowfull exclamations because as the Philosophers say teares yeild no remedye in tribulation But had Plato liued to beholde these times and considered the blessings we possessed whilste she liued how carefully she guided the helme of common-weale and faithfully defenced her Countrye from nouations how prouidently she fore-stalled the audacious designes of her enemies how constannly she with-stood her greatest dangers he would doutles haue remitted a great part of his austeritie and saluted her Hearse with some lamentable Elegie There is a Lake as Aristotle reporteth neere vnto the riuer of Eridanus wherin if any Poets fiction may beare credit of faith proud Phaeton being strooken with lightning was finally drowned The water of this Lake is in qualitie hot in odour greeuous fearfull in beholding Heerof no creature drinketh but he dyeth heer-ouer no bird flyeth but he is drowned Of the nature of this riuer is her losse we lament for The proudest enemie that beholdeth it is drowned in confusion The teares that are wept on it blinde the eyes with their scalding The odours that perfume her Hearse are of the nature of vapours drawne vp by the Sun which ascend in fume but desend in shewers He that beholdeth this Hearse how can he choose but feare since ouer it he may meditate on the vncertainties of life what brutish or sauadge nature beholding this sight and feeding his eyes on her Monument but will dye with sorow or what soule houering in the ayre ouer this disconsolate Hearse dissolueth not into teares if exempted soules may be subiect to passions I am amazed and can no more and your iudgements shall require no further discourse at my hands the reason is because others glories may be expressed in words and writings wheras hers cannot be aptly described but in wonder and silence I will therfore supply with my teares what I fayle in my wordes if any aske why I end so abruptlye let the Poet answer who can truly iudge of passion Curae leues loquntur ingentes stupent A true Subiects sorowe for the losse of his late Soueraigne I Ioyne not handes with sorowe for a while To soothe the time or please the hungrie cares Nor do inforce my mercinarie stile No feigned liuerye my Inuention weares Nor do I ground my fabulous discourse On what before hath vsually bene seene My greife doth flowe from a more plentious source From her that dy'd a virgin and a Queene You Cristall Nimphes that haunt the banks of Thames Tune your sad Timbrils in this wofull day And force the swift windes and the sliding streames To stand a while and listen to your Lay. Your fading Temples bound about with vewe At euery step your hands deuoutly wring Let one notes fall anothers height renewe And with compassion your sad Naenia sing Graces and Muses waite vpon her Hearse Three are the first the last the sacred Nine The sad'st of which in a blacke tragique verse Shall sing the Requiem passing to her shrine An Ebon Charriot to support the Beere Drawne with the blacke steedes of the gloomy night Stooping their stiffe Crests with a heauie cheere Stirring compassion in the peoples sight The Pyle prepard where on her body lyes In Cipresse shadowes sit you downe forlorne Whose bowes be dew'd with plenty of your eyes For her with griefe the Branches shall adorne Let fall your eye-lids like the Sunnes cleere set When your pale hands put to the vestall flame And from your brests your sorowes freely let Crying one Beta and Elizas name Vpon the Alter place your Virgin spoyles And one by one with comelinesse bestowe Dianaes buskins and her hunting toyles Her empty quiuer and her stringles bowe Let euery Virgin offer vp a teare The richest Incence nature can alowe And at her tombe for euer yeare by yeare Pay the oblation of a mayden vowe And the tru'st vestall the most sacred liuer That euer harbored an vnspotted spirit Retaine thy vertues and thy name for euer To tell the world thy beautie and thy merrit Wher 's Collin Clout or Rowland now become That wont to leade our Shepheards in a ring Ah me the first pale death hath strooken dombe The latter none incourageth to sing But I vnskilfull a