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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09513	Deuoreux Vertues teares for the losse of the most christian King Henry, third of that name, King of Fraunce; and the vntimely death, of the most noble & heroicall gentleman, VValter Deuoreux, who was slaine before Roan in Fraunce. First written in French, by the most excellent and learned gentlewoman, Madam Geneuuefue, Petau Maulette. And paraphrastically translated into English. Ieruis Markham.	Petau de Maulette, Geneviève.; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1597 (1597)	STC 19793; ESTC S110428	34,051	98

Thy sacred resolutions towring wing A step aboue Fames height intirely sought And if to doe enough were that sweet thing VVhich thou aspyr'dst to it was fully wrought Thou didst enough if conquest might content And who doth more is worthy to be shent 206 But thys false-painted Dietie call'd Laude VVhich makes vs thirst for vaine Eternitie Twixt our Desires and Hope a cunning Bawde Vshers the soule vnto Extremitie And helpt by slie insinuating Fraude Couers her deeds in scrowles of Pietie This hath led others but it led not thee For thou esteem'st no such vaine Imagrie 207 A most religious humor was thy guide A feruent zeale to raise vp Maiestie A hate vnto this hell-bred Monster Pride A loathe thou took'st gainst vp-start Tyranny Religion Loue and Honour sanctifide VVith all the other beames of Pietie Gaue light vnto thy foot-steps and brought forth Thy minde to dare to doe these acts of worth 208 No Idoll-beautie in thy hart was seene To gouerne what thou vnder-took'st in this Thou hadst no Mistres but thy sou'raigne Queene And shee of all mens prayse most worthy is Her beames I doe confesse made the beames keene Of thy best mettald Spirit what 's amisse That shee makes perfit what can perfit die If first it be not moulded in her eye 209 Thou liuely worke of her great excellence VVel-worthy Matter for her powre to frame I could attache thee of a high offence In beeing too regardlesse what became Of thine excelling fortunes what defence But was too little to begirt thy Name For her works sake though not thine owne respect Thou should'st haue banish'd farre this warrs defect 210 But woe vnto this too late counsayling VVoe that I haue a cause to counsaile thus VVoe of all woes conscience perpetuall sting Aliue and dead haunt him that iniur'd vs In curses would I name him would shame ring His name and hold it meritorious But hell for more-great mischiefe still doth hide it Because if knowne no creature would abide it 211 An vnknowne villaine for he was vnseene The while the skirmish heate continued VVith others like himselfe which monsters beene In a remoted place were ambushed And viewing all the battailes irefull teene And how Fames beautie was imbellished In Deu'rax deeds growne enuious of the staine Sent from his peece a bullet through his braine 212 Most damned wretch thou hast most vildly done The Musket back recoyling told as much The glasse of Honour now was fully runne VVhat hart but this base dastard-blow will touch Vngratious engin which eclip●st our Sunne For euer be thou curst and let all such As heare thee hate thee let thy stinking breath Be loath'd and held the sauour of foule Death 213 Now from his hands fell downe the golden raynes And gaue the Horse that libertie he sought The remnant of his sences which remaines Fled from their Pallace all to ruine brought The blood ranne freshly from his weeping vaines His bodies King a heau'nly Empire caught But all his vertues to his brother fled And vow'd to liue with him since hee was dead 214 Looke how a shole of Rauens for a baite Tangle their liues in danger of the snare Or starued VVolues that wanting what to eate Seeing a pray pursues it without care So those which nothing but theyr deaths awaite Seeing the falling of thys noble Starre I meane the Rebels re●t of all defence Hazard new deaths to steale the body thence 215 But they whose harts had long time liu'd therein For t was a little kingdome of theyr loues Seeing thys reprobate and damned sin Both for reuenge and honour stoutlie proues To beate them backe so that new fights begin The fight of fights which stones to wonder moues One would faine get the other will not loose Both hange in doubt and can nor will nor choose 216 At last Impatience coniures vp Resolue VVhich like a Spirit rays'd thundreth about Rents Towers trees and Mountaines doth dissolue Euen so like rag'd the English when base Doubt Made question of their chaunce straight they absolue Themselues from feare then through the damned rout Made thousand seuerall wayes by mayne strength Got where he was recou'red him at length 217 From the sad ground they heau'd his wounded head VVedded too soone vnto deuouring dust His saddle for a Bere supplies the stead His Horse his breathing ioy his valours trust VVhich boare him liuing now must beare him dead All things were quite transform'd to what they must As soft as foote could fall ô Snaile-pacst mones They brought him to his Tent with sighs with grones 218 But when this obiect in the middle way Incounterd with his noble Brothers sight VVhat tears what vowes what plaints what shall I say VVhat euery thing that can but shape the plight Of insupportable distresse O day Blacker then hell more desolate then night VVhat not to be imagin'd care didst thou View in his face and reade vpon his brow 219 Fraunce thou might'st this day praise the King of Kings VVhich rays'd thee vp a King of thine owne seede VVho like a brooding Henne vnder his wings Nourisht thee kindly wept to see thee bleede And lost him selfe to gaine thee quiet things For had thy haps been other-wise this deede Had been thine vtter ruine and decay Thy Glories last knowne houre and Shames first day 220 O R●an thou ayme-cryer to this woe Be proude thy fortunes by thy King was blest Else thou which now art high had then layne loe As low as leueld plaines by fire deprest VVhat thou wert then now had been nothing so Infants yet hanging on their Mothers brest Should haue come far thy mem'ries to haue seene But missing thee not knowne where thou hadst beene 221 Nor so contented had great Essex stayde But brought an other name vnto thy Land Yet better fortune thy worse chaunce alayde He which did lift it vp now slay'd his hand Had he been for him selfe not others ayde His strange reuenge by all tongues had been scand And for each drop his Brothers wound did shed A million of French Gallants had layne dead 222 Nor came he home wholy vnsatisfide VVitnes thy widdowes yet within thy streete Thy walls and houses scarse reedifide The Orphants wayling at their Grandams feete Thy Churches vselesse and vnsanctifide These records with reuenge in part doe meete But greater had it been and better would If Might did what it might not what it should 223 Fraunce that wert beautious ô be comly still Be not a Vassaile that an Empire was Loue thy dread Lord be gouernd by his will Thy ruling of thy selfe brings ills to passe Confound his foes and thine owne mischiefes kill Be you your selues helpers in your ill case Least your ingratitudes doe draw perforce From you his loue on you your neighbours force 224 And then againe Essex returne againe Yoaking your vntam'd necks making you bow In whose almighty minde cannot be slaine The mem'rie of his Brother I auow And heere presage if euer your

the mortall tam'd And these two contraries where ere they meete Double delight and make our thoughts more sweet 167 Hee that hopes least leaues not to hope at all But hopes the most hoping so little hope Augmenting of our hope makes hope grow small And taking from it giues it greater scope The desperat man which in dispaire doth fall Hopes by that end ill-fortunes to reuoke And to this hope belongs a second part VVhich we call Confidence that rules the hart 168 This second part of hope this Confidence VVhich Tully calls a vertue that doth guide The spyrit to an honest residence VVithout whose ayde no pleasure will abide In our world-wearied flesh This strong defence Against our aduerse Fate now full of pride Perswades the English Legions that it is Impossible their chaunce should runne amisse 169 O Hope thou Nurse of aged feeblenes Thou common good which bid'st when naught is left Thou best maintaynour of lifes happines Excluding from our harts misfortunes theft How art thou made the cause to wretchednes Of all thy proper nature quite bereft VVhat canst thou erre I passing wondrous well Chieflie when Hope and Loue together dwell 170 You men tormentors Hope and foolish Loue The last our guide the first is our consort The one to execute our thoughts doth proue The other of successe giues good report Nothing in minds doth greater mischiefes moue Then where you hold your howerly resort And though to sights you neuer publique bee Yet are you plagues much worse then eyes can see 171 For you are they which feede the mighty minde VVith swee●●●● poyson of d●●●red prayse You make vs trust for that we shall not finde And like the lookes which onely should displease For did not loue of dangers inly binde Our harts to hazard and the paynted case Of our owne hopes arme all our Spirits breath VVe should not seeke nor gaine vn●imely death 172 Thou euill-good I would exclaime on thee Did thine owne selfe not others guide thy will But being least thin● owne what iniurie By thee was done shall liue in others ill ❀ The French and English now ioyn'd faithfullie Doe eythers ●ares with others glory fill And th' aduerse part felt daily by their blowes That though their harts were friends their fames were foes 173 One striues to goe more faster then the rest Saying the buis'ne● crau'd a winged pace Another seeing his deere friend opprest For loues sake will d●pose him of that place Thus vnder zeale by e●ch it is exprest To what a crow●● of wonder aymes their race And what for loue they did wert truly knowne VVo●●d p●●oue 〈…〉 to be ou●-gone 174 This happy E●●lation God of 〈◊〉 VVhich oftest comes vnconquerd from the field This which makes Monarchies s●retch out so farre Not made to ●aynt becaus● it cannot yield VVell wot I would haue mad● a fatall scarre Such as all Fraunce would tremble yet to weild If it had gone whither it would haue flowne But ill he spoyles which spoyles naught but his owne 175 O Pollicy scarse knowne in times tha●'s past Or being knowne yet least of most 〈◊〉 Thy prouidence most worthily shall last And in these latter dayes be better deem'd Because thou sauedst what Furie might haue wast Though much thou hast done ill yet this act 〈◊〉 Better then any and so much more farre As calme-facst Peace exceeds blood-shedding VVarre 176 O hadst thou loued thy neighbour friends as well And taught them how to shun pursuing harmes Then had not I sat sadly in my Cell For woe inuoking words for eares strong charmes None yet had seene this Tomb none heard this Bell This paper-noyse this Epitaph alarmes But best content with res● vntas●t to write I had admir'd what others could indite 177 But leauing this no helpe-attayning Plaint Because great Natures worke must still be so My Muse hence-forward shall no more acquaint Men with th' imagin'd causes of our woe But euen with feeling plainenes barely paint Our sorrowes day Saying t was thus and so For then are griefes Tones most best ordered VVhen th' are with plainenes truly vttered 178 A day was borne ô would it had not been Or ere it was I would the generall domb VVhich shall dissolue this masse might haue been seene That then these sorrowes from a timelesse tomb Exhal'd by zeale made by our passions keene Might full haue lodg'd in an vnsearched womb But sith that cannot be because it was Report what that dayes ilnes brought to passe 179 ❀ Vpon this day this day that follow'd fast Fore-going dayes full of contagious chaunce Mishap which by degrees did howerly wast The force of Rebels and the blot of Fraunce Right like her selfe that long well will not last Vpon good things casts a dispightfull glaunce And to approoue how ill in well would shoe Flies from the bad and to the good doth goe 180 Vnwelcome Furie thou wert ill aduis'd Hell would become thee better then their Tents Could not some vast vnknowne place haue suffis'd For receptacle to thy vild intents But euen where H●nour was imparadis'd Must thou of force goe thither what repents Can clense thy faults no teares of thine preuaile For they are showres of spight no streames of zeale 181 Mishap I le curse thee with a bitter curse Yet t' will not helpe me then as good vndone Then the most vildest I will make thee worse VVhy so thou wert before what shall be done To make men loathe thee common mischieues Nurse By thee I le say the best b●ame of our sunne As much as halfe his light Deuorax I meane VVas by thy hand vnseene shamefully slaine 182 If any then for all will be displeas'd Cheefly those blessed ones which knew him well And also those vpon whose eares haue ceas'd Rumour of his renowne Fames loudest bell Busie to haue their iealious thoughts appeas'd Aske how t was done and bid my story tell How he was slaine then will I thus begin And paynt with truth his death with shame thy sin 183 I will report in that abo●tiue day VVhen thou vncha●it●bly left'st thine owne Those that well knew thee those that did obay Thy lamentable powre and all alone Disguis'd with Vertues vizard brought'st decay To those that neuer saw thee or thy throne Thine old acquaintance by thine absence eas'd Began to smile which long had been displeas'd 184 Those minds which-had been worthy had they held An aw●ull 〈◊〉 to their lawfull King VVhose hands 〈◊〉 good if they could rightly weld Their 〈…〉 should or did not bring Vpon th●● guiltlesse blood Oft times re●eld And beaten with continu●●● ski●●ishing VVhether grown● now more strong o● desperate I know not but they 'le once more try their fate 185 Once more they 'le tempt theyr fortunes with theyr swo●d● Or make more speed to Deaths vnwelcom Inn Occasion and the day fit time affords Debating counsaile holds it meanes to winne Vulgar vnto the mighty still accords And doe their wils be 't lawfull or a sinne