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A19908	The muses-teares for the losse of their hope; heroick and ne're-too-much praised, Henry, Prince of Wales. &c. Together with times sobs for the vntimely death of his glory in that his darling: and, lastly, his epitaphs. Consecrated to the high and mighty prince, Frederick the fift, Count-palatine of Rheyn. &c. Where-vnto is added, consolatory straines to wrest nature from her bent in immoderate mourning; most loyally, and humbly wisht to the King and Queenes most exeellent [sic] Maiesties. / By Iohn Dauies of Hereford, their Maiesties poore beads-man, and vassall.	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1613 (1613)	STC 6339; ESTC S109356	18,357	40

in ALL But He that 's All in ALL sith such a PROP So young so strong and sound till he did fall Is Feauer-shaken downe from HIGHNES Top Floate heauiest Griefe on Times eternall Teares T'a Deluge turn'd and sinke all Ioy therein Floate Grife to Death sinke Ioy to depth of feares Sith in the Hau'n our hopes so sunke haue bin So faile their hopes that hope by Sinne for Grace Heau'ns hate we vrge and yet so vrge it more We looke for loue But O such Life such ●●se A desp'rate Salue must cure a desp'rate SORE We thought our CROWNE so staid with many Props So Yong and strong that no cold Puf of feare How euer strong could once but shake our Hopes Which now this Blast doth reele and backward beare But yet to feare too much is to receiue Ill fortunes y'er they come and that is ill Our feares aswell as hopes may vs deceiue Than feare we so as hope may hold vs still Feare beares Hope backward to a forward Stay So forward as wee feare more going back When in our Soules besides our Sinnes we waigh Which threate auert it Heau'n our vtter wrack But bee O be propitious highest POW'R To vs and make our Royal PLANT to spring Vnto that Greatnesse that may long'st endure And Branches beare that may beare many a KING But yet O Death GRIEF wil not leaue vs so It turnes againe and Passion which doth swel Say Reason what it will will with vs goe Vnto the Graue which Heau'n is to this Hel Why from the Surgeon doe we turne our Eye When with his Probe wee see him search a wound But that wee know our Sences sou'raignty Ouer our Reason might vs with it confound Than can wee see the Hand of DEATH to gage His HEART beeing ours and so through ours should go And not auert our Eyes in ruthful rage If so we can we can be cruell so But O wee needs must see this dismall DEED At least in Minde for which our Hearts are rent The letting of him bloud did make them bleed For which we curse the CAVSE and Instrument It is almost a Miracle to finde A great and liuely Spirit well gouerned But his rare Spirit be'ing such did turne and winde As the Phisition still it mannaged Indiffrent Spirits for Rule farre better doe Than Spirits too mighty who are good for nought But to torment themselues and others too Yet His being great hee ruled as he ought The Spirit doth owe the Flesh a Sou'raignes care Not a Slaues seruice for if Flesh bee free 'T will make the Spirit but seruile base and bare But if the Spirit the Flesh shall honor'd be And looke how when the Heart is sicke the HEAD And all the Members of the griefe haue part But neuer die vntill the HEART be dead So HEAD and Members die with this our HEART We die though yet we moue with griefe conceau'd For this his death whose Life gaue all our Parts Their liuely motion which they had receau'd From his rare vertue Life of all our Hearts Nor can we ah liue other-wise than dead Although in Death we liue or lifelesse plight For him that gaue vs Heart and Life our HEAD So liue we now without or Life or Sp'rit It is a kind of ioy in case of moane Not to be single Common-miserie Though heauiest lighter weighes on one alone Then doth his priuat light aduersitie As Peace is Warre to men impo'urisht growne Who in the totall ruines of the STATE Had rather be o'rewhelm'd than in their owne So each mans Crosse seemes most vnfortunate But in our Case it is not so we see For this our common losse so sad doth lie Vpon our Soules that nought can heauier be Although it were with torment oft to die Yet t is high'st Courage lowly to sustaine The heauiest Plagues which for our sinnes are sent And to be patient qualifies the paine And makes vs at the low'st most excellent But to resist rage murmur or complaine Is as effeminate as Men may do Than to be subiect so is so to raigne Kings of our selues and Saints with Angells too Humility of Men doth Angells make And Pride of highest Angells maketh Deuills In Pride all Euills did beginning take But in Humility release from Euills W' are borne to Sorrowes would we than be free That were iniustice Than we needs must beare The lawes to which all Flesh must subiect be Vnlesse we would aboue all Flesh appeare Our highest pleasures still do tend vnto The deepest sighes those Wrinckles of the face That serue for Laughing serue for Weeping too And extreame Laughing sheddeth Teares apace GREATNES as we mis-stile it how e're stout And glorious too it be is as we proue But like a Lightnings flash soone in and out Of Life and Light that gets more Hate than Loue Our ALL 's but Nothing than For that which IS Must be eternall For what IS must stay Such as it is a Thought at least but this Is with a Thought or chang'd or gone away Now sith the deerest of these Mundane things Do fall so cheape from highest Holds they haue And that both Semy-gods aswell as Kings Do but engorge the most insatiate Graue What Sense haue such that see this daily done And yet relie on life that but appeares As doth a Vapor rising with the Sunne But straight to vanish in a Vale of Teares For Kings none other-wise than Mists descend Downe from the lofty Mountaines to the Vales Where they through Fortunes Sun-shine soone ascend And vanish straight like dew the Sunne exhales Thus can Discretion teach Griefe what to say To ease it selfe but Griefes if great they are Will still be mute or else as mad will bray And so our Griefes as mad do make vs fare Our LOSSE so far transcends the highest Bounds Of humane-wisdome patiently to beare That it our Sufferance and our Selues confounds With all distraction ioyn'd to griefe and feare Saint Iames thy house late house of ioyes extreame Is now an House of Mourning sith this Mate Of Angells di'd therein yet liues with them And left that haplesse House to endlesse hate Those costly Pictures curious Proofes of skill Wherewith that House like Heau'n he late did grace There may they hang in Vtter-darknes till The fowlest Sp●●ners scarfe their fairest Face That if here-after any curious Eye That would to Hell to see a Curious sight Come there to see them it may looke awry As lothing to belold their vglie plight Their Co-inhabitants be euer grimme Grym Desolations sterne Consociates Blacke ougly Bats and Owles with Zim and Iim T' affright all Flesh with horror from the Gates This for the Place wherein he di'd The Time Sith much more dismall much more still b'accurst Let neuer Sunne the steepe Meridian climbe On that blacke Day but clad in Sable first Let all the Starres that are maleuolent Lend all the light that Day like Night shall giue That Men may see but onely to lament

being fir'd Lights the whole country farre off from the flame And makes Night Day-light neere vnto the same So solitary Kings that are retir'd For vertuous causes do like Beacons fir'd Giue light to all their Subiects farre and nie So good the publike by their priuacy Good King thy foes if thou hast any such If not thy Sauiour could not say so much Cannot but say and do thine Honor right Th' art Good as Great in Nature as in Might Than in that goodnesse our iust Iealousie Of common intrest which wee haue in thee Conuert to Confidence through thy due care Of thy Healths state this STATE which we are Thy Health is ours thy Sicknesse is our Pest. Thy rest 's our Toile thy Trauaile is our REST If from the Helme of this so mighty ARKE That beares our Common-wealth in priuate Carke Thy most wel-practiz'd HAND in rule of STATE Belong with-held by sorrow ease or Fate It must for all the Masters helpes within Runne back in Grace or else quite sinck in sinne The Masters Eye doth fat the Horse they say And Coyne-made Pastors let the flock decay Those Officers that buy or rent their Roomes Will sell or make a RENT of all that comes All will stand crooked if thy Head and Hand Be not appli'd to make it vpright stand Thou being the cunning'st Architect of STATE Canst raise this maugree puffes of Spight or Fate That it rare Master-peece of Kingly SKIL Shall stand for Kings to imitate it still Then O! take comfort in thy Common-wealth Whose comfort is in care but of thy Health As when the sick sore sick are spoken too By friends for good yet grieue in what they do So least my chat might thee perhaps offend I at thy foot fall prostrate for the end And thus there set the Period of my speech Do as thou wilt thou wilt all others teach To the sacred Queene of England her most excellent Maiesty bee all comfort after the CROSSE GOod Queene for greater STILE Truth Grace nor Wit Can giue to Greatnes for Mans Goodnesse fit Blesse with thy Raies these Lines drawne out at length To giue thy Mind repose thy Patiēce strēgth Yet come from want of wit which iustly vaunts None truer speakes then truest Ignorants You see beneath the Circuite of the SVNNE All that 's made best is instantly vndone Are all things vaine then in that Compasse No The lightest Thing therein is nothing so That 's TRVTH which stil is best yet still vnmade Which GOD cannot vndo though Fiends inuade Than TRVTH so perfect tels you by her Foole Her plainest Tongues-man you are in a Schoole That teacheth many Lessons good and bad The bad delight the good but make too sad Then sith now sad you are the last you learn'd Was passing good though it be ill discern'd You take it ill perhaps by so great losse To learne to beare a farre more heauy CROSSE Which Heau'n long deferre if long you liue For which I pray then O be glad to grieue For what you do when you do grieue to proue Your Soules best Physick in what least you loue It 's ill to be too well ease is disease And deadly too in Parts that Death doth seize Then when in any Part of vs we ioy More than we should lest that might vs destroy Heau'n takes it quickly off as t' were by stealth And by that Want supplies our want of health The greatest Crosse that Greatnesse then can beare Is that of Pleasure free'd of Griefe and Feare Yet to content Desire and feare exclude Is the whole Summe of Heau'ns BEATITVDE But here not so where pleasure as a Crime Ends ill if feare preuent it not in time Yet Nature droopes if pleasure in a meane Sustaine it not to act Lifes tedious Scaene Thus with nor without pleasure long can we Liue as we should so strongly weake we be Than gratious Queene when you reflect vpon This light of TRVTH it will be daie anon With darkest PASSION that but Reason blinds Then leaue your Chaunce to Fame and Fortunes winds While you your selfe repose blow how they please In HONORS Heau'n or'eruling SOROWES Seas Wherein sits VERTVE throned Crown'd with Stars Aboue black Daies made such by Clouds of Cares There Royall Lady is their soueraigne SEATE That will in al Affronts be Good and Great For nought is Great on Earth but that Great Minde That 's moou'd with nothing great produc'd by KIND But in an Heau'nly calme of Mindes repose Lookes least deiected when it most doth lose Than Mindes are Motes vnlesse they thinke they bee Aboue all State and Fate in their degree VERTVE as Soueraigne roiall Minds still rules But FORTVNE as a Slaue waites most on Fooles This life is but a War-fare 'gainst OFFENCE And either fortune breeds the DIFFERENCE Bee 't Black or Bright its cleare not cleare they are From equall Danger and from equall Care Soft-fortune is a Bog or dauncing Death Where soone the carelesse do ingulph their breath Then must the foote of sober-care go soft Yet swiftly ouer to keepe Life aloft While high CONTENT in what so-euer Chance Makes the braue Minde the Starres out-countenance CONTENT doth feast our Fates which stil is found In Minds by Grace like Heau'n made Great Round What Waue can surge aboue high'st Prouidence In Deluge of Distresse or Eminence What Leaden-Hap can fall from aduerse Fate To sinke the Mind that VERTVE doth Elate If She then CENTER be of our Defence Be roundest Vengence the CIRCVMFERENCE It skills not sith it shall no more annoy Than Hell the Man-god did who there did ioy Than let Fates Snuffes and Puffes as winds of Grace Serene the Heauen of your Maiestick Face From frowning Clouds condens'd by DEATHS despight To reaue faire VERTVES Firmament of light So shall you mount from West of Wo to th' East Of GLORIES Heau'n and Sunn-like light the rest For such strange Members NATVRE neuer bred As lie at ease while Thornes do Crowne their HEAD Entombe your Passions in HIS Passion then To be belou'd of Angells prais'd of Men And with a roiall-smooth-erected front Beare vp the CROSSE and euer looke vpon 't As on the only KEY of Heau'ns fore-gate That opes it maugree Enuy Death and Fate For Fate and Death our Nature doth salute Y'er we can breathe on Blossoms of LIFES Fruite Then if wee flourish afterward it is A grace we merit not but vse amisse We vse amisse or at the best the Best So vse it still as all the interest Comes from the poorenesse of their Spirits with strife So but in Grace deserue the loue of Life Yet Spirits of richest temper are but poore But in their indigence abound with store Of Heau'nly Treasures which the World doth scorn Yet they the brauest Minde do most adorne A braue Spirit is a Particle of HIS That 's Lord of FATE Triumuirate of BLISSE And as a Flame she still by Nature sties Where her ORIGINALL reposed lies Than sacred Maiesty disdaine to vaile Thy height to Nature if shee fall to waile Though weeping with thy Sex doth best agree Yet Teares so drowne the Raies of Maiesty As through those troubled streams when they would peepe They sadly looke like Pris'ners in the deepe But can a Mother good as great forget A SONNE so deere and not pay Natures Debt In Liquid Pearle disbursed by those Eyes Where Maiesty with Loue and Vertue lies O! no She cannot but She still may minde Her Sonne in DEEDE yet put the SHEW behinde Where it may neuer shadow GLORIES sight That in the Streames of Sorrowe sinks her light Now as a foole foole-hardy I haue beene T' incounter thus the Passions of a QVEENE Which commonly are strong as is the state Of those that all but them predominate What is my reach herein Is it to show My Hand or Heart or what a foole may know To pick her Mouth of thanks her Purse of coyne Or praise at least from her so charm'd purloine For Note for Coate for Countenance for ought Like these or none of these or else for nought For none of these it is yet is it not For nought but for Her good I play the Sot To make Her Sorrie merry as I could None other-wise than Grace with Nature would Eu'n for Her selfe wise-folly telling me Eu'n for Her selfe should VERTVE serued be Than if that one of Gods Fooles on his Face Most wise in that may beg and haue the grace Of good acceptance of this seruice he Will foole it thus for nothing till he be Nothing that is not some-thing still to serue A Queene whome Fates did for our weale reserue Whose priuat Wombe hath beene the Fountain-head Whence all the Issues of our Hopes are lead By Graces guidance and by Natures might Still to refresh the Red-rose and the White For that and for thou sweetest Eglantine About the Flow'res of all our Crownes dost twine To keepe them from quite falling as our owne By aduerse Puffs that else might blow them downe We mixt conioyn'd in peace and vnity Enshrine thee in our soules Infinitie Till all good soules shall meete where they shall Rise To Glory in secure FELICITIES Here heauy Muse stoope low thy high ascent And say in deepenesse of the low'st desent Good Queene as it began your STILE defines Blesse with your Beames of grace these graclesse Lines FINIS The Surgeons that embalmed and embowelled him found no Gaule at all in him as it is confidently reported ●say 13. 21. 22. Iob. I●r 20. 7. 8. 9. Regis ad exemplum c.

Creatures should With which they should haue Wisdome Serpentine To do no lesse then Circumspection would And euer with the wakefull'st Will and Wit To stretch their power beyond their power though great But only for the publike-benefit For which they smell most sweete when most they sweat A Prince that ties himself himself vnto Doth much mistake himselfe For hee 's not his Nor is the STATE his but he still must do As if he were the STATES for so he is From Benefits come Obligations and From such more such and so t' is Sire and Sonne Effect and Cause Yet still doth mouing stand In Will and Pow'r of Natures like the Sunne Such was this Prince who look'd with watchful Eyes To all that might with State in Time haue stood He aw'd the Great and iustly most precise Discount'nanc'd such as Greater were than good For such as wil be Sheepe the Wolfe deuoures Then sheepish Kings must flee all Beasts of prey Or keepe Presumption downe in subiect Pow'res Lest long conniuence make it long for sway Contempt t'a Prince more dang'rous is than hate For Hate by feare is held from bold Attempt But SCORNE doth make it daring then a STATE In danger stands that stands so in Contēpt Lightnings put by with winde but of a Cap And oft great STATES that might the world comman'd Fall with the smallest accidents that hap Then if Contempt they beare they cannot stand This made this Prince betimes to haue an Eye To all that saw but how they high might grow By wrong and scorne of PRINCIPALITY Sith well he knew they ill themselues did know His Deeds did euermore exceed his words In Vertue and Effect nor would He speake But still with Caution fit for sou'raigne Lords Who know they bruize their Crownes when Words they break For Princes safer Pris'ners are by far Vnder their words almighty-binding pow'r Than they are vnder strongest Bolt or Barre Because their Words like Gods are euer sure If otherwise we cannot call them Gods As God himselfe doth stile them if they be Vnlike through that iniustice and like Clods Do nought but soile the seate of their Degree No Tongues Pens wil wound their Names to death Nay past sith past sharpe Tongues Pens can giue Them black Reproch for with their harmeful breath Their Vices die but stil their shames may liue For seeing Iustice cannot touch their liues Its reason it should touch their Names too nought For feare whereof a TITVS often striues To be not what he is but what he ought For it is hard to play an After-game Of Reputation wel or not to loose By eu'ry cast though wel we play the same Sith all our Gaine to our first Losses goes But Vertue made our Heroes to preserue His Name from blemish not these by-respects He Vertue seru'd that so She Him might serue With fullest Glory voide of all Defects Not like the Starres that yeeld but little light Because they are so high with him it far'd But like the Sunne was bright'st at greatest height And stil his Minde vnto his Fortunes squar'd BEING without well Being cursed is And so the greater Beeing the greater curse But he being Great was euer blest in this That he did Grace by Nature kindly nurse Nature in HIM admir'd what she had wrought At least she might if She most wonderfull Of things created could admire at ought That 's made good great stout wise and beautiful He was the richest Trophey FORTVNES Pow'r Could reare in HONORS Theater for stil NATVRE did doate on Him her Bellamoure Or Master-peece the Wonder of her skil Beauty TIMES flowre though delicate it be Yet soone it dies so holds comparison With Phydias collours which though faire to see Were blemisht with each Breath that breath'd thereon But that immortall beauty of the Minde Wherewith He was endow'd was so ingrain'd In his Soules Faculties that by no winde Or blast of Enuy it can e're be stain'd No He most strictly ey'de his better Part And in the Glasse of Heau'ns eternall LAW Righted th' Apparell of his royall Heart As best became his FORME which there he saw For no Mans Fortunes nor his high renowne Can possibly be worthy for his End Which hath made Kings of Yore to quit their Crowne That they to better Ends might wholy tend Life 's but a Supposition or Non-ENS That 's not perceptible because it IS Then streight IS not but by Intelligence And while it IS it is but most amisse Nothing is certaine but vncertainty Beneath the Moone which varies like our Mindes For Man 's a Maze of Mutability Wherein both Sin and Grace stil turnes and winds It 's good to die than yer wee die because A life too liuely proues too deadly oft He shootes not well that vp his Arrow drawes And eyes no Mark below nor that aloft But some mis-doe themselues themselues to hide From cruell Fortunes most impetuous Blowes But neuer Kings but Cowards so haue di'd Yet Emper'ours base as bad haue beene of those It is an act of Charity to long Euer to liue for others good than they That both to God and Nature do such wrong As hatefull Monsters seeke their both decay And some so long doe liue that they interre Their Glory y'er they die and die but when The World doth hate them deadli'st or some War Takes them away as Beasts from ciuill Men Yet Life 's but Bondage wer 't not free'd by Death Nay Life 's a Sicknesse that so mortall is That who so liues must die and strongest Breath Is not still long'st but often more amisse Life may be tane from Man by any Man But Death by no Man none dare him abide Nor Pow'r nor Art nor Loue Life lengthen can For if they could this Prince had neuer di'd Yee Iles whereof He was the Hope with Feares Shake where ye stand or with sighes shift your Clime And be inuirond with a sea of Teares Where neuer Sunne may see the face of TIME Or settle else where still his Beames may burne Our frozen Hearts and turne vs all to Black That eu'n our Skinnes as-well as Hearts may mourne For him whose want turnes all our comforts back Black 's but a meere Priuation and no Hue As Darkenesse is of Light that 's fitt'st for vs Whom Griefes Cimerian darkenesse doth subdue Being quite depriu'd of Light of comfort thus The feeling sence alone for mortall life Is necessary but the rest not so For Life may BE without them then let Griefe And Sense to feele it ne're our liues forgo For Him that might the death of Griefe haue beene Had Heau'n not enui'd Earth his longer stay But ah he grew so mellow being greene That he by nature soone did fall away With whom our Hearts are fall'n and with the fall On Craggy Cares are swol'n so full of wo That they can hardly hold but O this ALL Is at this stay that staies but falling so What hold or hope or helpe is than