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death_n	dead_a	die_v	see_v	4,995	5	3.3526	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A17880	Songs of mourning bevvailing the vntimely death of Prince Henry. VVorded by Tho. Campion. And set forth to bee sung with one voyce to the lute, or violl: by Iohn Coprario.	Coperario, John, 1570 (ca.)-1626.; Campion, Thomas, 1567-1620. aut	1613 (1613)	STC 4546; ESTC S107170	4,436	22

Songs of Mourning BEVVAILING the vntimely death of Prince Henry VVorded by THO. CAMPION And set forth to bee sung with one voyce to the Lute or Violl By JOHN COPRARIO LONDON Printed for Iohn Browne and are to be sould in S. dunstons Churchyard 1613. ILLVSTRISSIMO POTENTISSIMOQVE PRINCIPI FREDRICO QVINTO RHENI COMITI PALATINO DVCI BAVARIAE c. COgimur inuitis Clarissime parce quaerelis Te saluo laetis non sinit esse Deus Nec speratus Hymen procedit lumine claro Principis extincti nubila fata vetant Illius inferias maesto iam Musica cantu Prosequitur miseros haec Dea sola iuuat Illa suos tibi summittit Dux inclite quaestus Fraternus fleto quem sociauit amor Sed noua gaudia sed tam dulcia foedera rupit Fati infoelicis liuor hora nocens Quod superest nimios nobis omni arte dolores Est mollire animus spes meliora dabit Cunctatosque olim cantabimus ipsi Hymenaeos Laeta simul fas sit reddere vota Deo AN ELEGIE vpon the vntimely death of Prince Henry REade you that haue some teares left yet vnspent Now weepe your selues hart sicke and nere repent For I will open to your free accesse The sanctuary of all heauinesse VVhere men their fill may mourne and neuer sinne And I their humble Priest thus first beginne Fly from the Skies yee blessed beames of light Rise vp in horrid vapours vgly night And fetter'd bring that rauenous monster Fate The fellon and the traytour to our state Law-Eloquence wee neede not to conuince His guilt all know it 't is hee stole our Prince The Prince of men the Prince of all that bore Euer that princely name O now no more Shall his perfections like the Sunne-beames dare The purblinde world in heau'n those glories are VVhat could the greatest artist Nature adde T' encrease his graces deuine forme hee had Striuing in all his parts which should surpasse And like a well tun'd chime his carriage was Full of coelestiall witchcraft winning all To admiration and loue personall His Launce appear'd to the beholders eyes VVhen his faire hand aduanc't it in the skyes Larger then truth for well could hee it wield And make it promise honour in the field VVhen Court and Musicke cal'd him off fell armes And as hee had beene shap't for loues alarmes In harmony hee spake and trod the ground In more proportion then the measur'd sound How fit for peace was hee and rosie beds How fit to stand in troopes of iron heads VVhen time had with his circles made complete His charmed rounds All things in time grow great This feare euen like a commet that hangs high And shootes his threatning flashes through the skye Held all the eyes of Christendome intent Vpon his youthfull hopes casting th' euent Of what was in his power not in his will For that was close conceal'd and must lye still As deepely hid as that designe which late VVith the French Lyon dyed O earthly state How doth thy greatnesse in a moment fall And feastes in highest pompe turne funerall But our young Henry arm'd with all the arts That sute with Empire and the gaine of harts Bearing before him fortune power and loue Appear'd first in perfection fit to moue Fixt admiration though his yeeres were greene Their fruit was yet mature his care had beene Suruaying India and implanting there The knowledge of that God which hee did feare And eu'n now though hee breathlesse lyes his sayles Are strugling with the windes for our auayles T' explore a passage hid from humane tract VVill fame him in the enterprise or fact O Spirit full of hope why art thou fled From deedes of honour why's that vertue dead VVhich dwelt so well in thee a bowre more sweet If Paradise were found it could not meete Curst then bee Fate that stole our blessing so And had for vs now nothing left but woe Had not th' All-seeing prouidence yet kept Another ioy safe that in silence slept And that same Royall workeman who could frame A Prince so worthy of immortall fame Liues and long may hee liue to forme the other His exprest image and grace of his brother To whose eternall peace wee offer now Guifts which hee lou'd and fed Musicks that flow Out of a sowre and melancholike vayne VVhich best sort with the sorrowes wee sustaine TO THE MOST SACRED King James O Griefe O Griefe how diuers are thy shapes wherein men lan guish The face sometime with teares thou fill'st Sometime the hart thou kill'st with vnseene anguish Somewhile thou smil'st to view how fate playes with our humane state So farre from suretie here are all our earthly ioyes That what our strong hope buildes when least we feare a stronger power destroyes 1 O Griefe how diuers are thy shapes wherein men languish The face sometime with teares thou fil'st Sometime the hart thou kill'st With vnseene anguish Sometime thou smil'st to view how Fate Playes with our humane state So farre from surety here Are all our earthly ioyes That what our strong hope buildes when least wee feare A stronger power destroyes 2 O Fate why shouldst thou take from KINGS their ioy and treasure Their Image if men should deface 'T were death which thou dost race Euen at thy pleasure Wisedome of holy Kings yet knowes Both what it hath and owes Heau'ns hostage which you bredd And nurst with such choyce care Is rauisht now great KING and from vs ledd When wee were least aware The Base 2 TO THE MOST SACRED Queene Anne T Is now dead night and not a light on earth orstarre in heau'n doth shine Let now a mother mourne the noblest birth that euer was both mortall and diuine O sweetnes peereles more then humane grace O flowrie beauty O vntimely death Now Musicke fill this place with thy most dolefull breath O singing waile a fate more truely fune rall Then when with all his sonnes the sire of Troy did fall 1 T is now dead night and not a light on earth Or starre in heauen doth shine Let now a mother mourne the noblest birth That euer was both mortall and diuine O sweetnesse peerelesse more then humane grace O flowry beauty O vntimely death Now Musicke fill this place With thy most dolefull breath O singing wayle a fate more truely funerall Then when with all his sonnes the sire of Troy did fall 2 Sleepe Ioy dye Mirth and not a smile be seene Or shew of harts content For neuer sorrow neerer touch't a QVEENE Nor were there euer teares more duely spent O deare remembrance full of ruefull woe O ceacelesse passion O vnhumane hower No pleasure now can grow For wither'd is her flower O anguish doe thy worst and fury Tragicall Since fate in taking one hath thus disorder'd all The Base 3 TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY Prince Charles FOrtune and glory may be lost and woone But when the worke of nature is vn done that losse flyes past retur ning