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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03017	The funerals of the high and mighty Prince Henry, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earle of Carick, and late Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter VVhich noble Prince deceased at St. Iames, the sixt day of Nouember, 1612. and was most princely interred the seuenth day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the eighteenth yeere of his age.		1613 (1613)	STC 13157; ESTC S103976	16,990	50

The parting of the Princes Seruants How left to this the mournfull Familie Muffled in black clouds full of teares are driuen With stormes about the relickes of this Heauen Retiring from the world like Corses herst Home to their graues a hundred waies disperst O that this court-schoole this Olimpus meerly The Princes house an Olimpus where all contention of vertues were practised VVhere two-fold Man was practisde should so early Dissolue the celebration purpos'd there Of all Heroique parts when farre and neere All were resolu'd t' admire None to contend VVhen in the place of all one wretched end VVill take vp all endeauours Harpye Gaine Pandare to Gote Ambition goulden Chaine Non Homeri Aurea Restis To true mans freedome not from heau'n let fal To draw men vp But shot from Hell to hale All men as bondslaues to his Turckish den For Toades and Adders far more fit then men His house had well his surname from a Saint Saint Iames his house All things so sacred did so liuely paint Their pious figures in it And as well His other house did in his Name fore-tell Richmond what it should harbour a rich world of parts Bonfire-like kindling the still-feasted Arts which now on bridles bite and puft Contempt Spurres to Despaire from all fit foode exempt O what a frame of Good in all hopes rais'd Came tumbling downe with him as when was seisde By Grecian furie famous Jlion VVhose fall still rings out his Confusion VVhat Triumphs scatterd at his feete lye smoking Banquets that will not downe their cherers choking Fields fought and hidden now with future slaughter Furies sit frowning where late fat sweet laughter The actiue lying maim'd the healthfull crasde All round about his Herse And how amaz'd The change of things stands how astonishtioy VVonders he euer was yet euery Toy Quits this graue losse Rainbowes no sooner taint Thinne dewye vapors which oppos'd beames paint Round in an instant at which children stare And slight the Sunne that makes them circular And so disparent then mere gawds peirce men Slighting the graue like fooles and children So courtly nere plagues sooth and stupefie And vvith such paine men leaue selfe flatterie Of vvhich to see him free who stood no lesse The Prince not to be wrought on by flattery Then a full siege of such who can expresse His most direct infusion from aboue Farre from the humorous seede of mortal loue He knew that Iustice simply vsd vvas best His knowledge and wisdome Made princes most secure most lou'd most blest No Artezan No Scholler could pretend No Statesman No Diuine for his owne end Anything to him but he vvould descend The depth of any right belong'd to it Where they could merit or himselfe should quit He would not trust with what himselfe concern'd Any in any kinde but euer learn'd The grounds of what he built on Nothing lies Any man is capable of his ovvn fit course and office in any thing In mans fit course that his own knowledge flies Eyther direct or circumstantiall O what are Princes then that neuer call Their actions to account but flatterers trust To make their triall if vniust or iust Flatterers are houshold theeues traitors by law Apostrophe Men grovv so vgly by trusting flattery vvith their informations that vvhen they see themselues truely by casting their eyes invvard they cast themselues avvay vvith their ovvne lothing that rob kings honors their soules-bloud draw Diseases that keep nourishment from their food And as to know himselfe is mans chiefe good So that vvhich intercepts that supreame skill which Flattery is is the supreamest ill VVhose lookes will breede the Basilisk in kings eyes That by reflexion of his sight dyes * Simb● And as a Nurse lab'ring a vvayward Childe Day and night watching it like an offspring wilde Talkes infinitely idly to it still Sings with a standing throate to worse from ill Lord-blesses it beares with his pewks and cryes And to giue it a long lifes miseries Sweetens his food rocks kisses sings againe Plyes it with rattles and all obiects vaine So Flatterers with as seruile childish things Obserue sooth the waiward moods of kings So kings that flatterers loue had neede to haue as nurse-like councellors contemn the graue Themselues as wayward and as noisome too Full as vntuneable in all they doe As poore sicke Infants euer breeding Teeth In all their humours that be worse then Death How wise then was our Prince that hated these and wold with nought but truth his humor plese Nor would hee giue a place but where hee saw One that could vse it and become a Law Both to his fortunes and his Princes Honor. Who wold giue fortune noght she took vpon her Not giue but to desert nor take a chance That might not iustly his vvisht ends aduance His Good he ioyn'd with Equitie and Truth VVisedome in yeeres crown'd his ripe head in youth His heart wore all the folds of Policie Yet went as naked as Simplicitie Knew good and ill but onely good did loue In him the Serpent did embrace the Doue Hee was not curious to sound all the streame Of others acts yet kept his owne from them He whose most darke deeds dare not stand the light Begot was of imposture and the night VVho surer then a Man doth ends secure Eyther a God is or a Diuell sure The President of men whom as men can All men should imitate was God and Man In these eleere deepes our Prince fish't troubl'd streams of bloud vantage challenge diadems In summe knot-like hee was together put That no man could dissolue and so was cut But we shal see our foule-mouth'd factions spite Markt witch-like with one blacke eie th' other Ope oppose against this spotlesse sun white Such he auen strike blinder thē th' eclipsed moon Twixt whom and noblesse or humanities truth As much dull earth lies and as little ruth Should all things sacred perish as there lyes Twixt Phaebe and the Light-fount of the skies In her most darke delinquence vermine right That prey in darknesse and abhorre the light Liue by the spoile of vertue are not well But when they heare news frō their father hell Of some blacke mischiefe neuer do good deed But where it does much harme or hath no need What shall become of vertues far-short traine when thou their head art reacht high Prince of men O that thy life could haue disperst deaths stormes To giue faire act to those Heroique formes with which al good rules had enricht thy mind Preparing for affayres of euery kinde Peace being but a pause to brearhe fierce warre No warrant dormant to neglect his Starre The licence sence hath is t' informe the soule Not to suppresse her and our lusts extoll This life in all things to enioy the next Of which lawes thy youth both contain'd the text And the contents ah that thy grey-ripe yeeres Had made of all

and fear'd that Triple Maiestie VVhose finger could so easily sticke a Fate Twixt least Felicity and greatest state Such as should melt our shore into a Sea And dry our Ocean with Calamitie Heauen open'd and but show'd him to our eies Then shut againe and show'd our Miseries O God to what end are thy Graces giuen Expostulatio ● perturbatione Onely to show the world Men fit for Heauen Then rauish them as if too good for Earth VVe know the most exempt in wealth power Birth Or any other blessing should employ As to their chiefe end all things they enioy To make them fit for Heauen and not pursue VVith hearty appetite the damned crue Of meerely sensuall and earth ye pleasures But whē one hath done so shal strait the tresures Digg'd to in those deeps be consum'd by death Shall not the rest that error swalloweth Be by the Patterne of that Master-peece Help't to instruct their erring faculties VVhen without cleare example euen the best That cannot put by knowledge to the Test what they are taught serue like the worst in field Is power to force who will not freely yield Being great assistant to diuine example As vaine a Pillar to thy Manly Temple when without perfect knowledge which scarce one Of many kingdoms reach no other stone Man hath to build one corner of thy Phane Saue one of these But when the desperate wane Potentia expers sapi entiae quo maior est eo perniciosior sapientia procul à potentia manca videtur Pla Of power and of example to all good So spent is that one cannot turne the flood Of goodnes gainst her ebbe but both must plie And be at full to or her streame will drie VVhere shall they meete againe now he is gone Where both went foot by foot both were one One that in hope tooke vp to toplesse height All his great Ancestors his one saile freight VVith all all Princes treasures he like one Of no importance no way built vpon Vanisht vvithout the end for vvhich he had Such matchlesse vertues was God-like made Haue thy best vvorkes no better cause t' expresse Themselues like men and thy true Images To toile in vertues study to sustaine vvith comfort for her want shame paine No nobler end in this life then a death Timeles and wretched wrought with lesse then breath And nothing solide worthy of our soules Nothing that Reason more then Sense extols Nothing that may in perfect iudgement be A fit foote for our Crowne eternitie All which thou seem'st to tell vs in this one Killing discomfort apt to make our mone Conclude gainst all things serious and good our selues not thy forms but Chymaeras brood Chymaera a monster hauing his head and brest like a Lyon his belly like a Got● and taile like ● Dragon Now Princes dare ye boast your vig'rous states That Fortunes breath thus builds and ruinates Exalt your spirits trust in flowry youth Giue reynes to pleasure all your humors sooth Licence in rapine Powers exempt from lawes Contempt of all things but your own applause And think your swindge to any tyranny giuen VVill stretch as broad last as long as heauen whē he that curb'd with vertues hand his powre his youth with continence his sweet with sowre Boldnes with pious feare his pallats height Applied to health and not to appetite Felt timeles sicknes charge state power to flie And glutted Death with all his crueltie Partiall deuourer euer of the best To Death VVith headlong rapture sparing long the rest Could not the precious teares his Father shed That are with Kingdomes to be ransomed His Bleeding prayer vpon his knees t'implore The Prayer of the King in the Princes sickne● That if for any sinne of his Heauen tore From his most Royall body that chiefe Limme It might be ransom'd for the rest of Him Could not the sacred eies thou didst prophane In his great Mothers teares The spightful bane Thou pour'dst vpon the cheeks of al the Graces In his more gracious Sisters The defaces with all the Furies ouer-flowing Galles Cursedly fronting her neere Nuptials Could not O could not the Almighty ruth Of all these force thee to forbeare the youth Of our Incomparable Prince of Men whose Age had made thy Iron Forcke his Pen T'eternise what it now doth murder meerely And shal haue from my soule my curses yerely Tyrant what knew'st thou but the barbarous wound Thou gau'st the son the Father might cōfound Both liu'd so mixtly and were ioyntly One Spirit to spirit cleft The Humor bred In one heart straight was with the other fed The bloud of one the others heart did fire The heart and humour were the Sonne Sire The heart yet void of humors slender'st part May easier liue then humour without heart The Riuer needes the helpfull fountaine euer More then the Fountaine the supplyed Riuer As th Iron then when it hath once put on Sim l. The Magnets qualitie to the vertuous Stone Is euer drawne and not the stone to it So may the heauens the sonnes Fate not admit Apodesis To draw the Fathers till a hundred yeeres Haue drown'd that Issue to him in our teares Blest yet and sacred shall thy memory be Reditio ad Principem O-nothing-lesse-then-mortall Deitie Thy Graces like the Sunne to all men giuing Fatall to thee in death but kill me liuing Now as inuerted like th Antipodes The world in all things of desert to please Is falne on vs with thee thy ruines lye On our burst bosomes as if from the skye The Day-star greater then the world were driuen Suncke to the Earth and left a hole in Heauen throgh which a secod deluge now poures down On our poore Earth in which are ouer-flowne met The seeds of all the sacred Vertues set In his Spring-Court where all the prime spirits Of all our Kingdomes as if from the death Those that came to the Princes seruice seem'd compared with the places they leu'd in before to the from death to the fields of life in tending the best part of yong and noble Gentlemen That in men liuing basenes and rapine sheath VVhere they before liu'd they vnwares were come Into a free and fresh Elisitum Casting regenerate and refined eyes On him that rais'd them from their graues of vice Digg'd in their old grounds to spring fresh on those That his diuine Ideas did propose First to himselfe then would forme in them VVho did not thirst to plant his sonne neer him as neer the Thames their houses what one worth VVas there in all our world that set not forth All his deserts to Pilgrime to his fauors VVith all deuotion offering all his labors And how the wilde Bore Barbarisme now will roote these Quick-sets vp what hearb shall grow that is not sown in his inhumane tracts No thought of good shall spring but many acts Will crop or blast or blow it vp and see

all present State Nor dreams what Fortune is or future Fate At whome with fingers and with fixed eyes All Kingdomes Point and Looke and Sacrifice Could be content to giue him Templ●s rayse To his Expectance and Vnbounded Praise His Now-rip S●irits and Valor doth de●pise Sicknesse and Sword that giue our Godheads Prise His worth contracts the worlds in his sole Hope Religion Vertue Conquest haue no scope But his Indowments At him at him flie More swift and timelesse more the Deitie His Sommer Winter with the jellid flakes His pure Life poyson sting out with thy Snakes This is a worke will Fame thy Maidenhead R●am durst nolōger indure her beeing stirred into furie With this her speach and she together fledde Nor durst she more endure her dreadfull eyes Who stung with goads her roaring Lyons thyes And brandisht round about her Snak-curld head blew With her left hand the Torch it managed The starry Euening describ'd by V●lcans setting to worke at that time The Night being ever chie●esly cou●ecrate to the Works of the Gods and out of this Deities fires the Starres are supposd to flye as sparkles of them And now Heavens Smith kindl'd his Forge And through the round Pole thick the sparkls flew When great Prince Henrie the delight of fame Darkn'd the Pallace of his Fathers Name And hid his white lyms in his downie Bed Then Heaven wept falling Stars that summoned With soft and silent Motion sleepe to breath On his bright Temples th' Ominous forme of death Which now the cruel Goddes did permit That she might enter so her Mayden fit When the good Angell his kind Guardian Her withet'd foot saw neare this spring of Man He shrik't and said what what are thy rude ends The good Angell of the Pr●uce to the Fever as shee approach● Cannot in him alone all vertues friends Melted into his all-vpholding Nerus For whose Assistance euery Deity serues Mooue thee to proue thy Godhead bles●ing him With long long life whose light extinckt wil dim All heavenly graces all this moou'd her nought But on in his all our rujnes wrought She toucht the Thresholds and the thresholds shooke The dore-posts Palenes pierst with her faint look The dores brake open and the fatall Bed Rudely sh'aproacht thus her fell mouth said Henrie why tak'st thou thus thy rest secure Feuer to the prince who is thougght by ● friend of mine to speake too mildly not being satis compos m●tis P●rtu● in this Her counsell or perswasiō shewing onlie how the Prince was perswaded resolu'd in his deadlyest sufferāce of her which shee is made to speake in spight of her selfe since he at her worst was so sacredly resolu●e Nought doubting what Fortune fates assure Thou neuer yet felt'st my red right hands maims That I co thee and fate to me proclaimes Thy fa●e stands jdle spinns no more thy thread Die thou must great Prince sigh not beare thy head In all things free even with necessity If sweet it be to liue t is sweet to dye This said shee shooke at him her Torch and cast A fire in him that all his breast embrac't Then darting through his heart a deadly cold And as much venome as his vaines could holdj Death Death O Death inserting thrusting in Shut his faire eyes and op't our vglie sinne This seene resolu'd on by her selfe and fate Was there a sight so pale and desperate Euer before seene in a thrust-through State The poore Verginian miserable say●e Descriptiō of the tempest ●●at cast Sir ●●b Ca●es on the B●●muda the st●te of his Ship and Men to this Kingdomes Plight applyed in the Princes death A long-long-Night-turnd-Day that liu'd in Hell Neuer so portrayd where the Billowes stroue Blackt like so many Devils which should proue The damned Victor all their furies heighting Their Drum the thunder their Colours lightning Both souldiers in the battel one contēding To drown the waues in Noyse the other spēding His Hel-hot sulphurous flames to drink thē dry When heaven was lost when not a teare wrackt eye Could tell in all that dead time if they were Sincking or sayling till a quickning cleere Gaue light to saue them by the ruth of Rocks At the Bermudas where the tearing shocks And all the Miseries before more felt Then here halfe told All All this did not melt Those desperate few still dying more in teares Then this Death all men to the Marrow weares All that are Men the rest those drudging Beasts That onely beare of Men the Coates and Crests And for their Slaue sick that can earne thē pence More mourne O Monsters thē for such a Prince Whose soules do ebbe flow still with their gain Whō nothing moues but pe●f their own pain Let such great Heauen be onely borne to beare All that can follow this meere Massacre Lost is our poore Prince all his sad jndure●s The busie Art of those that should be Curers The sacred vowes made by the zealous King His God-like Syre his often visiting Nor thy graue prayers and presence holy Man The Archbishop of C●● 〈◊〉 passing pyous in care of the Princ● S. E de P●●l l●ps Master of the Rols and the Princes Chancelo● a chiese sorrower for h●m This Realme thrice Reverend Metropolitan That was the worthy Father to his soule Th'jnsulting Feuer could one fit controule Nor let me here forget on farre and neare And in his lifes loue Passing deepe and deare That doth his sacred Memorie adore Virtues true favtor his graue Chancellor Whose worth in all workes should a Place enioie Where his fit Fame ●er Trumpet shall jmploie Whose Cares and Prayers were euer vsde to ease His feu●rous Warre send him health full peace Yet sicke our Prince is still who though the steps Of bitter Death he saw bring in by heaps Clouds to his Luster and poore rest of light And felt his last Day suffering lasting Night His true-bred-braue soule shrunck yet at no part Downe kept he all sighs with his powers al-Hart The prince heroical his bearing his sicknes at the Kings comming to see him careful not to discomfort him The Twelfth day after 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to ●ee ●●cke his sicknes was held 〈◊〉 Cler'd euen his dying browes and in an Eye Manly dissembling hid his Misery And all to spare the Royall heat so spent In his sad Father fearefull of th' event And now did Phoebus with his Twelfth Lampe show The world his haples light and in his Brow A Torch of Pitch stuck lighting halfe t'half skies When life 's last error prest the broken eyes Of this heart-breaking Prince his forc't look fled Fled was all Colour from his cheekes yet fed His spirit his sight with dying now he cast On his kind King and Father on whome fast He fixt his fading beames and with his view A little did their empty Orbs renew His Mind saw him come frō the deeps of Death The prince dying to ●he