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A13469	A liuing sadnes, in duty consecrated to the immortal memory of our late deceased albe-loued soueraigne Lord, the peereles paragon of princes, Iames, king of great Brittaine, France and Ireland Who departed this life at his mannour of Theobalds, on Sunday last, the 27. of March, 1625.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.	1625 (1625)	STC 23772A; ESTC S113529	5,580	17

Lands that for her absence mourne With sighes and teares doe wish her backe returne They finde in loosing Her they lost a blisse A hundred Townes in France can witnesse this Where Warres compulsion or else composition Did force Obedience Bondage or Submission Fields lay vntild and fruitfull Land lay wast And this was scarcely yet full three yeares past Where these vnciuill ciuill Warres destroy'd Princes Lords Captaines men of Note imploy'd One hundred sixty seauen in number all And Common people did past number fall These wretches wearied with these home-bred Iarres Loue Peace for being beaten sore with Warres Nor doe I here inueigh against just Armes But ' gainst vniust vnaturall Alarmes Iust Warres are made to make vniust Warres cease And in this sort Warres are the meanes of Peace In all which unmoyles Brutaine was at rest No thund●ing Cannons did our Peace molest No chu●●●●● Drum no Rapes no slaught●ing wounds No Trumpets clangor to the Battaile sounds But euery Subiect here enioy'd his owne And did securely Reape what they had Sowne Each man beneath his Fig-tree and his Vine In Peace with plenty did both Suppe and Dine O GOD how much thy Goodnesse doth or'eflow Thou hast not dealt with other Nations so And all these blessings which from Heauen did spring Were by our Soueraignes wisdomes managing Gods Steward both in Office and in Name And his account was euermore his aime The thought from out his minde did seldome slippe That once he must giue vp his Steward-shippe His Anger written on weake water was His P●tience and his Loue were grau'd in Brasse His Fury like a wandring Starre soone gone His Clemency was like a fixed one So that as many lou'd him whilst he liu'd More then so many by his Death are grieu'd The hand of Heauen was onely his support And blest him in the Nobles of his Court To whom his Bounty was exprest so Royall That he these twenty yeares found none disloyall But as bright Iewels of his Diadem They faithfully seru'd him he honour'd them And as in life they were on him relying So many of them vshered him in dying Richmands and Linox Duke first led the way N●xt Dorsets spirit forsooke hir house of Clay Then Linox Duke againe Duke L●dwicks Brother Was third and good Southampton fourth another Lord Wri●thsly next Southamptons Noble Sonne The race of his mortality did runne Next dyde olde Charles true honour'd Nottingham The Brooche and honour of his House and Name Braue Belfast next his vitall thr●ed was spunne And last the Noble Marquesse Hambleton These in the compasse of one yeare went hence And lead the way to their beloued Prince And our deceased Soueraigne quickly went To change Earths Pompe for glory permanent Like Phoebus in his Course h'aroase and ran His Raigne in March both ended and began And as if he had bin a Star that 's fixt His Rise and Set were but two dayes betwixt And once in two and twenty yeares 't is prou'd T●at the most fixed Starres are something mou'd But in his end his Constancy we finde He had no mutable or wauering minde For that Religion which his tongue and pen Did still defend with God maintaine with men That Faith which in his Life he did expresse He in his Death did constantly professe His Treasure and his Iewels they were such As I thinke Englands Kings had ne're so much And still to men of honour and desert His Coffers were as open as his heart Peace Patience Iustice Mercie Pietie These were his Iewels in variety His Treasure alwaies was his Subiects Loue Which they still gaue him as th' effects did proue Which like to Earths contributary streames Payde homage to their Soueraigne Ocean Iames He knew that Princes Treasure to be best That 's layde vp in the loyall Subjects brest And onely 't was the Riches of the minde To which he couetously was inclinde Thus was he blest in Person blest in State Blest in his first and in his Latter date Blest in his education blest in 's learning Blest in his Wisedome Good and Ill discerning Blest in his Marriage and in his royall Race But blessed most of all in Gods high Grace He did his God deuoutely serue and feare He lou'd him and his loue he held most deare He honour'd and obayde him faithfully He in his fauour liu'd and so did dye His duty vnto God he knew the way And meanes to make his Subiects him obey He knew that if he seru'd his God that then He should be seru'd and fear'd and lou'd of Men And that if he Gods Statutes did respect That Men would feare his Statutes to neglect Thus his Obedience vpward did bring downe Obedience to his Person and his Crowne He did aduaunce the good supprest the bad Relieu'd the poore and comforted the sad The widow and the orphant fatherlesse He often hath suppli'd in their distresse For why to rich and poore to great and small He was a common Father vnto all His affabilitie and Princely partes Made him a mighty Conquerour of Hartes Offenders whom the law of life depriues His Mercie pardon'd and preseru'd their liues To prisoners and poore captiues miserie He was a Magazine of charitie For losses that by sea or fire did come He hath bestowed many a liberall summe Besides for Churches it most plaine appeares That more hath bin repair'd in twentie yeares In honour of our God and Sauiours name Then in an hundred yeares before he came Our ancient famous Vniuersities Diuine and Humane learnings Nurseries Such dewes of Grace as the Almighties will Was pleased through those Limbecks to distill Which spight of Romish rage or Sathans hate Hath caus'd the glorious gospell propogate Our light of learning IAMES did still protect them And as a nursing Father did affect them Thus was He for our soules and bodies health Defender of both Church and Common-wealth For Ireland he hath much reduc'd that nation Churches with Land endowed caus'd much plātation Whereby Ciuility is planted there The Kings Obedience and th' Almigties Feare These Deedes this worthy godly Prince hath done For which he hath perpetuall praises wonne Ah! what a gracious Man of God was this Mercy and Iustice did each other kisse His Affability whilst he did liue Did make all Men themselues to him to giue Thus liu'd Great IAMES and thus Great IAMES did dye And dying thus doth liue Eternally With Honour he did liue and Life forsooke With Patience like a Lambe his Death he tooke And leauing Kingly cares Princely paine He now inherits an Immortall Raigne For royal grieu'd perplexed Maiestie He hath a Crowne of perpetuitie For miserable Pompe that 's transitory He is aduanc'd to euerlasting glory And as he lou'd and liu'd and dyde in Peace So he in Peace did quietly decease So let him rest in that most blest condition That 's subiect to no change or intermission Whilst we his Seruants of him thus bereft With grieued and perplexed hearts are left But God in mercy looking on our griefe Before he gaue the wound ordain'd reliefe Though duteous Sorrow bids vs not forget This clowde of Death wherein our Sunne did set His Sonnes resplendent Maiestie did rise Loadstone and Loadstarre to our hearts and eyes He cheeres our drooping spirits he frees our feares And like the Sunne dryes vp our dewie Teares All those his seruants that lamenting Grieue King Charles his Grace and fauour doth Releeue But as they seru'd his Father so he will Be their most louing Lord and Soueraigne still As they were first to their Master liuing being dead They are releeued and recomforted Thus Charitie doth in succession runne A Pious Father leaues a Godly Sonne Which Sonne his Kingly Gouernment shall passe His Kingdomes Father as his Father was For though Great Iames inter'd in earth doth lye Great Charles his breast intombes his memorye And heer 's our comforts midst our discontents Hee 's season'd with his Fathers Documents And as th' Almighty was his sheild and speare Protecting him from danger euery where From most vnnaturall foule Conspiracie From Powder plots and hellish Treacherie Whilst he both liu'd and dyde belou'd Renound And Treason did it selfe it selfe confound So I inuoke th' Eternall Prouidence To be to Charles a Buckler and defence Supported onely by the Power Diuine As long as Sunne or Moone or Starres shall shine To all that haue Read this Poeme I Boast not but his Maiestie that 's dead Was many times well pleasd my lines to read And euery line word syllable and letter Were by his reading graced and made better And howsoeuer they were good or ill His Bounty shewed he did accept them still Hee was so good and gracious vnto me That I the vilest wretch on earth should be If for his sake I had not writ this verse My last poore dutie to his Royall Hearse Two causes made me this sad Poeme write The first my humble dutie did inuite The last to shunne that vice which doth include All other vices foule ingratitude FINIS

A Liuing Sadnes In Duty consecrated to the Immortall memory of our late Deceased albe-loued Soueraigne Lord The Peereles Paragon of Princes IAMES King of great Brittaine France and Ireland Who departed this Life at his Mannour of Theobalds on Sunday last the 27. of March 1625. London Printed by E. All-de for H. Gosson TO THE MOST HIGH AND PVISSANT PRINCE CHARLES by the Grace of God the first of that Name and second Monarch of the whole Iland of Great BRITTAINE His vndoubted Royalties being vnited vnder one and the same his most glorious Crowne the Kingdoms of England Scotland France and Ireland Gods Immediate Vice-Gerent Supreame head of all Persons and Defender of the true ancient Christian Faith in these his Empires and Dominions MOst Mighty Monarch of this mourning Land Vpon the Knees of my submissiue minde I begge Acceptance at your Royall hand That my Lamenting Muse may fauour finde My Gracious Master was so good so kinde So iust so much-beloued neare and farre Which generally did Loue and Duty binde From all and from me in particular But as your Maiesty vndoubted are The Heyre vnto his Vertues and his Crowne I pray that whether HEAVEN send Peace or War You likewise may inherit his Renowne And as Death strucke his Earthly Glory downe Left you in Maiestie and mourning Chiefe Yet through the World apparently 't is knowne Your Sorrow is an vniuersall Griefe Let this recomfort then your Princely heart That in this Duty all men beares a part Your Maiesties most humble and obedient Subject and Seruant IOHN TAYLOR YOV Gushing Torrents of my Teare-drown'd eyes Sad Partners of my hearts Calamities Tempesteous Sighs like windes in Prison Pent Which wanting vent my grieued soule hath Rent Deepe wounding Grones Companions of vnrest Thronges from the Bottome of my Care-Craz'd Brest You three Continuall fellowes of my mones My Brinish Teares Sad sighes Pondrous Grones I doe entreate you neuer to depart But be the true Assistants of my heart In this Great Sorrow that my Trembling Quill Describes which doth our land with mourning fill Ah Death could nought thy hunger satisfie But thou must Glut thy selfe with Maiestie Could nothing thy Insatiate thirst Restraine But Royall Blood of our Dread Soueraigne In this thy spight exceedes beyond all Boundes And at one Blow 3. kingdomes filld'st with wounds When thou that fatall deadly stroake did'st strike Then Death thou playd'st the Tyrant-Catholicke Our griefes are Vniuersall and the Summe Cast vp the blow doth wound all Christendome But wherefore Death doe I on thee Exclaime Thou cam'st in the Eternall Kings Great name For as no mortall Power can thee preuent So thou doest neuer Come but thou art sent And now thou cam'st vpon vnwelcome wings To our best King from the blest King of Kings To Summon him to change his Earthly Throne For an Immortall and a Heau'nly one When men vnthankfull for a good Receau'd 'T is Iust that of that good they be bereau'd His Gouernment both God and Men did please Except such spirits as might complaine of Ease Repining Passions wearied with much Rest The want to be Molested might Molest Such men thinke Peace a Torment and no Trouble Is worse then Trouble though it should come double I speake of such as with our peace were Cloy'd Though Warre I thinke might well haue bin Imploy'd True Brittaines wish iust warres to Entertaine I meane no Aide for Spinola or Spaine But Time and Troubles would not suffer it Nor Gods Apointment would the same permit He is Inscrutable in all his wayes And at his pleasure humbleth and will raise For Patience is a vertue he Regardeth And in the End with victorie Rewardeth But whither hath my Mournefull Muse digrest From my beloued Soueraigne Lord deceast Who was to vs and we to him Eu'n Thus To bad for him and he to good for vs. For good men in their Deaths 'T is vnderstood They leaue the bad and goe vnto the Good This was the cause why God did take from hence This most Religious Learned Gracious Prince This Parragon of Kings this Matchlesse Mirror This Faith 's defending Antichristian Terror This Royall al-beloued King of Harts This Patterne and this Patron of good Arts This cabinet of mercie Temperance Prudence and Iustice that doth man aduance This Magazine of Pious Clemencie This fountaine of true Liberalitie This minde where vertue dayly did increase This Peace-full Seruant to the God of Peace This second great Apollo from whose Raies Poore Poetrie did winne Immortall Baies From whence the sacred Sisters Treble Trine Had life and motion Influence diuine These vertues did adorne his Diadem And God in taking him hath taken them Of all which Blessings we must needs confesse We are depriu'd for our vnworthinesse A good man 's neuer mist till he be gone And then most vaine and fruitlesse is our mone But as Heau'ns fauours downe to vs descended So if our thankfulnesse had but Ascended Had we made Conscience of our wayes to sinne So soone of him we not depriu'd had bin Then let vs not lament his losse so much But for our owne vnworthinesse was such So from th' vnthankfull Iewes God in his wrath Tooke good Iosias by vnlook'd for death And for our sinnes our ignorance must know We haue procur'd and felt this cureles blow And Christendome I feare in losing him Is much dismembred and hath lost a limme As by the fruite the tree may be exprest His workes declar'd his learning manifest Whereby his wisedome wan this great renowne That second Salomon wore Brittaines crowne His pen restrain'd the strong relieu'd the weake And graciously he could write doe and speake He had more force and vigour in his wordes Then neigh'bring Princes could haue in their swordes Fraunce Denmark Poland Sweden Germanie Spaine Sauoy Italie and Muscouie Bohemia and the fruitfull Palatine The Swisses Grisons and the Veltoline As farre as euer Sol or Luna shin'd Beyond the Westerne or the Easterne Iude. His counsell and his fauours were requir'd Approu'd Belou'd Applauded and Admir'd When round about the Nations farre and neere With cruell bloodie warres infested were When Mars with sword and fire in furious rage Spoyl'd and consum'd not sparing Sex or age Whil'st mothers with great griefe were childles made And Sonne gainst Sire oppos'd with trenchant blade When brother against brother kinne gainst kinne Through death and danger did destruction winne When Murthers mercilesse and beastly Rapes Theft Famine Miseries in sundry shapes While Mischiefes thus great Kingdomes ouerwhelme Our prudent Steeresman held great Brittaines Helme Conducting so this mighty Shippe of State That strangers enuide and admir'd thereat When blessed Peace with terrour and affright Was in amazed and distracted flight By bloody Warre and in continuall Chase Cours'd like a fearefull Hare from place to place Not daring any where to show her Head She happily into this Kingdome fled Whom Royall IAMES did freely entertaine And graciously did keepe Her all his Raigne Whilst other