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Mausoleum or, The choisest flowres of the epitaphs, written on the death of the neuer-too-much lamented Prince Henrie
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1613
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STC 13160; ESTC S103985
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MAVSOLEVM OR THE CHOISEST FLOWRES of the Epitaphs written on the Death of the neuer-too-much lamented PRINCE HENRIE Cosa bella mortal passa e non dura EDINBVRGH Printed by Andro Hart. ANNO DOM. 1613. MAVSOLEVM OR THE CHOISEST FLOWRES OF the Epitaphs written on the Death of the neuer-too-much lamented PRINCE HENRY EPIT 1 LOe here intomb'd a peerelesse Prince doth lie In flowre and strength of age surprys'd by Death On whom while he on Earth drew vitall breath The hope of many Kingdomes did relie Not without cause for Heauens most liberally To him all Princely Vertues did bequeath Which to the worthiest Princes here beneath Before had bene allotted seuerally But when the world of all his Vertues rare The wished fruit to gather did expect And that he should such glorious workes effect As with the worthiest Fame might him compare Untimely death then from vs did him take Our losse and griefe Heauens gaine and joy to make W. Q. 2 OCcidit ante diem juvenum flos gloria stirpis Regalis Patriae spes columenq suae Occidit ante diem patri populisque Britannis Flendus his junctis foedere amore sacris Occidit ante diem gesturus Principe digna Accelerasset et ni fera Parca necem Occidit ante diem virtutis ubere fructu Et mundum exemplo funere destituens Occidit ante diem si vota commoda spectes Publica vel vitam si brevitate notes Sin vitam speâ—tes partam illi morte perennem Haud jam par Superis occidit ante diem Walter Quin. 3 STay Passenger see where enclosed lyes The Paragon of Princes fairest Frame Time Nature Place could show to mortall eyes In Worth Wit Vertue wonder vnto Fame At least that part the Earth of him could claime This Marble holds hard like the Destinies â—oâ— as to his braue Spirit and glorious Name The one the World the other fills the Skyes Th' immortall Amaranthus princelie Rose Sad Violet and that sweet flowre that beares In sanguine spots the tenor of our woes Spred on this stone and wash it with thy teares Then goe and tell from Gades vnto Inde Thou saw where Earths perfections were confinde W. D. 4 A Passing glance a lightning long the skies That vsh'ring thunder dies straight to our sight A sparke of contraries that doth arise Then 's drown'd in the huge deepes of Day and Night Is this small small cald life held in such price Of blinded Wights who ne're judge ought aright Of Parthian shaft so swift is not the flight As lyfe that wastes it selfe and liuing dies Ah what is humane Greatnesse Valour Wit What fading Beautie Riches Honour Praise To what doth serue in golden thrones to sit Thrall Earths vaste Round triumphall Arches raise That all 's a Dreame learne in this Princes fall In whom sade Death naught mortall was at all W. D. 5 OF JET Or PORPHERIE Or that white stone PAROS affoordes alone Or these in AZVRE dye which seeme to scorne the SKYE Here Memphis Wonders doe not set Nor ARTEMISIA'S huge frame that keepes so long her Louers Name mak no great marble Atlas tremble with gold To please a vulgar eye that doth beholde Phoebus the Muses Loue hath raised of their teares A Chrystal tombe to him where through his worth appear W. Drummond 6 FAire Britaines Prince in th' Aprill of his yeares The Heauen enamour'd with his springing grace Rest to her selfe for to enriche the Spheares And shine next Cynthia in the starrie chase And well enjoy he might so high a place For frowning Neptunes liquid field of feares And this poore mote of dust that all vpbeares To his great mind seem'd too too small a space Yet it his coarse doth keepe deare pledge ou'r which Affections flammes huge Pyramides doth raise All grauen with golden letters of his praise But ah depriued of a gemme so riche Great Britaine now but great to all appeares In her great losse and Oceans of teares Ignoto 7 Ciò ch' il Pianéta che distÃngue L'hore Alluma e cÃnge e cio ch' il gran Mar laua Tutto quel è la sepoltura cava Del magnanimo ARRIGO ricco d' Honore Ignoto 8 WHy Pilgrime doest thou stray By Asia's floods renown'd Or where great ATLAS crown'd With clowds him reaches boue Heauens milkie way Strange Wonders to behold By Isis streames if thou 'l but daigne to stay One thou shall finde surpassing all the told For there 's in litle roome The PRINCE of men and Man of Princes Tombe Ignoto 9 HEre lies the Worlds delight Dead to our sight but in Eternall light These nyne who by him mone The Muses were alas But through his fatall case Are chang'd like wailing Niobe in stone She clad in Sable roabes Who in a deadly sleepe Such pearlie streames poures from her Christall globes Is Vertue that complaines She wanteth Argos hundreth eyes to weepe Or Iris siluer raines That wing'd Penthasilea in the Aire Fame is his praise who roles Twixt both the starrie Poles With earnest eyes to skies and Bay-crown'd haire Enstall'd on Vertues throne This Ghaistlie Syre that tramples pale Despaire Braue Honor 's cald who scornes to giue a grone For in the Programme of his life he reeds Mens Hopes of him surmounts ALCIDES deeds Ignoto 10 CRudeli crudaque Patri Patriaeque ruina Raptus ut aethereis insereretur avis HENRICVS modicae Sanctum Caput inditur Vrna Maximus Ille suo ni genitore minor Hugo Hollandus 11 DEath that by stealth did wound Prince HENRIES heart Is now tane Captiue and doth act the part Of one o'recome by being too too fierce And lyes himselfe dead vnder Henries Hearse He therefore now in Heauenly runes doth sing Hell where 's thy triumph Death where is thy sting George Wyther 12 TWo Kingdomes strove for Intrest in one Prince Heauens claim'd me from them both and rest me hence Scotland my Cradle England hath my Herse The Heauens my Soule my Vertues liue in Verse 13 I liv'd three Kingdomes hope foes terror parents life I di'de their dearest losse their joy their endlesse griefe Robert Allyne 14 WHom all the vaste frame of the fixed Earth Shrunke vnder now a weake Herse stands beneath His Fate he past in fact in hope his Birth His youth in good life and in spirit his death 15 BLest be his great Begetter blest the Wombe That gaue him birth though much too neere his Tombe In them was he and they in him were blest What their most great pow'rs gaue him was his least His Person grac't the Earth and of the Skyes His blessed Spirit the praise is and the pryse Geor. Chapman 16 DId he die young oh no it could not be For I know few that liv'd so long but he Till God and all men lov'd him then be bold That man that liv's so long must needs be old William Rowley FINIS