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death_n	great_a	king_n	life_n	8,351	5	4.2119	3	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03002	Three precious teares of blood, flowing from the wounded harts of three great French ladies In memory, of the vertues, complaint of the losse, and execration of the murther, of that thrice-worthy monarch, Henry the Great. Now shed againe in English. To three of the most excellent among the excellentest ladies of this little world, and of the greatest.	Loiseau de Tourval, Jean.; Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616, attributed name.	1611 (1611)	STC 13142; ESTC S106094	10,850	35

tot succedé Le dueil à l'ornement le voile à la Couronne 17 Mais parmy vos douleurs parmy tant de miseres Gardez-vous gardez-nous ces siz reliques cheres Gages de votre amour espoir en nos malheurs Etouffez vos soupirs sechez votre oeil liquide Et pour calmer vn iour l'orage de nos pleurs Soyez de cet Etat le secours la guide 18 Belliqueuse Noblesse vn iour si triomphante Et par le sort cruel en l'autre si dolente Perdant vn si grand Prince vn pere tant humain Votre oeil pleure sans fin iamais ne sommeille Quand il vous souuiendra du triste lendemain Qui fut de vos malheurs le iour la veille 19 Endossez le harnois aiguisez vos épees Puis les rendez de sang de Larmes trempees Cerchez au cle fer iusques dedans le flanc Des secrets inu●nteurs du traitre parricide Emplissez l'Ocean des fleuues de leur sang Ou mourez ou vangez la mort de notre Alcide 20 Reynes du double mont admirable Neuuaine Sechez par vos soupirs votre docte fontaine Puis l'emplissez de pleurs afin que les esprits Qui vont rendans leurs voeu● an temple de Memoire Abreuuez de cete eau pleurent par leurs écrits Le trepas de celuy dont ils chantoient la gloire 21 Arrachez vos lauriers tant aymez de Minerue Hé pour qui doctes soeurs en feriez-vous reserue Puis que le Chef n'est plus qui les souloit porter Que la mort qui vainc tont a vaincu l' Inuincible Ne cessez cher troupeau de plaindre lamenter Et pour être immortel ne soyez impassible 22 Mais quoy pourrions-nous bien vous prescrire des larmes Ne vous seruez-vous pas de ces liquides armes Pour combatre l'ennuy qui nous accable tous De nos extremes mauz vos regrets sont extremes Vous pleurez de pitié quand vous songez à nous Vous pleurez de douleur en pensant à vou-mesmes 23 Que les ro●s soient emus de nos larmes non feintes Que les mons les bois ne resonnent que plaintes Que les pleurs des voisins montrent leur desespoir Qu'euz nous lamentions par cette piteuse onde Nous d' auoir trop peu vn euz de n'auoir pu voir La Gloire des Francois le Miracle du monde 22 Mais quoy sans fin sans fruit nos humides paupieres Feront-elles couler des piteuses riuieres Les ans n'en pourront-ils faire arréterle cours Nos bouches à l'enuy plain dront-elles sans cesse Et nos coeurs sang lot ans seront-ils pour tousiours Esclaues du malheur hôtes de la tristesse 25 Ouy nous plaindrons sans fin Hé quel Scyth● denie A des maus infinis vne plainte infinie Montrons d'vn rare Prince vn regret non commun Ou viuons pour le plaindre ou mourons pour le suiure Soit viuans soit mourans temoignons à chacun Qu'en cessant de pleurer nous cesserons de viure The second teare A COMPLAINT OF THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE LADY ANNE OF ROHAN VPON THE DEATH of that great King HENRY the fourth 1 MVst great redoubted HENRY ô must he That aw'd tam'd men now be tam'd by death Must we that saw his glory his end see And spend in showers our teares in sighs our breath O must so little earth hold him whose merit Suffis'd that he the whole earth should inherit 2 Must all our ioyes euer extinct remaine Must mirth and musick turne to sad lament In place of such a King must sorrow raigne Must anguish pearce our soules greefe our harts rent While endles sighs are towards heau'n exhaling Must hopeles teares still on the earth be falling 3 They must they ought what tribute can we pay His sacred ashes but our teares most fit To sprinckle the sad marble wherein they Repose No no such helples helps let 's quit Yet since his blood he spared not vs to pleasure Shall we spate to spend teares so poore a treasure 4 Should our distilling eyes to fountaines tourne Of all our greefs they would not drowne the lest With teares for each light cause we lightly mourne And common things are seldome in request Then dye we must nought els is worth the proffring His tombe the Altar we must be the offring 5 But who can dye the spinning destinies Disdaine to touch our moistened eyes now they Haue clos'd his whose great hart did death despise Pale Atropos proud of so rich a pray May beare for Cypres Bayes a change most glorious Since she proues victor of the most victorious 6 Since we must yet lament and liue since fate Attends them least that doe pursue it most O let vs liue lamenting our hard state Our ioy bereft vs and our comfort lost Let 's greeue weepe sigh this testimony giuing Till death that we bewaile our life in liuing 7 Let 's mourne to loose that spirit so admirde That perfect iudgement that sweet Noblenes That Peerles Fearles Hercules inspirde With more perfections then words can expresse Who would haue brought the world in his subiection But that his iustice bounded his affection 8 Let 's mourne that that graue wisdome so should end That best of goodnes that great valiant minde That hart that knew not how to breake though bend Deere parts whose vse we had whose losse we finde I rather can admire then sing their glory Such an Achilles fits an Homers story 9 But in the throng of vertues mustred here Shall his rare Clemency in silence rest Which pardon only held for object deere Pardon so seldome lodg'd in Princes breast This ask's not his friends but his foe's expression Let them that made proofe of it make confession 10 Who can the number of his acts recount His famous victories who can set forth Their due discourse doth my poore power surmount No end of praise where is no end of worth Silence should still be kept or wisely broken He speakes nought who speakes not what should be spoken 11 That man for his perfections numberles Like none aliue is now but like the dead The strong hath found his strength then deaths strength les The Conqueror now conquer'd lies in lead Th' infernall steele that pierc'd without compassion His royall flesh hath pierc'd our soules with passion 12 His acts made vs our heads aloft to reare His laurels shades did vs from tempests shroud The end of his fights ended all our feares We scorning others of our selues were proud Prouder to liue in such a Kings subjection Then to haue subject Kings in our protection 13 Our glory now we withring dying see Now are our joyes for euer finished Our Flour-de-luces buryed with them we Sad Daphne hanging her triumphant head In humble pittifull

respect vnto him Seemes she will crowne his tombe or homage doe him 14 Deare France bewaile thy King thy King of late Blest in his peace victorious in his warres Conseruer of thy freedome goods and state Ceaselesse cry out powre out vnfained teares As farre as earth hath earth for mans remaining As farre as his name rings ring out thy playning 15 Modell of honour honour of our France Queene of the Flower-de-luces in these woes Your teares are without stop your sufferance Without redresse your griefe that no end knowes Makes you as often wish your life expired As your life for your vertues is desired 16 Oh! how your soule to griefe abandon'd lyes When you but thinke on that thrice-blessed day Which harmeles did precede our miseries How on that faire head where you now display Sad blacke you should be seene so quickly turning A rich crowne to a vaile splendor to mourning 17 But ô amidst your woes your wounding cares Those six deare reliques pledges of your loue Saue for your selfe for vs to slacke our feares So cease to sigh to weepe and cares remoue And in those seas of griefe better to cleare vs From stormes of teares be you our guide to steere vs. 18 Warlike Nobility you that one day Triumphant were the next by fa●e deprest Your King your Father your deare Countries stay Thus ost weepe still and barre your eyes their rest While you remember that blacke dismall morrow The day and eue to the cause of your sorrow 19 Clap on your armour whet your swords and then Yet moist with teares steepe them in blood of foe● Pierce to the hearts of those damn'd monster-men From whose inuention such destruction flowes With riuers of their blood th' Ocean filling Dye or reuenge our great Alcides killing 20 Queenes of the forked mount admired nine O with your sighs your learned fountaines dry Then fill againe with teares that those diuine Spirits that pay their vowes to memory Tasting those drops may with teares sing the story Of his death of whose life they sung the glory 21 Teare downe your bayes Minervaes sacred boughs For whom wise brood are they preserued by you He 's gone that wont with them beguirt his browes Whom none could vanquish death hath vanquisht now Cease not deare troupe to shew in saddest fashion Immortall though you be that you haue passion 22 But shall we dare prescribe your teares their course Doe you not make vse of those liquid armes To combate sorrowes ouermastring force Extreame your greefes are for our extreame harmes Thinking on vs you teares of pitty borrow When you thinke on your selues teares spring of sorrow 23 O let your plaints the rocks to pitty moue Let mountaines vallyes woods resound our cryes Let neighbours teares their desprat state approue Let them and vs lament They that their eyes Saw not at all We lesse then we desired The glory of the French the world 's admired 24 But shall our fruitles teares nere cease shall they Like riuers from our moist eyes euer flow Shall no time their impetuous current stay Shall we still striue who lowdest cryes can throw And shall our throbbing harts be still remaining Slaues to mishap dull sadnes intertaining 25 O I let 's ceaseles waile what Scithian hart Can endles plaints to endles woes denie For such a King let 's act greefes liueliest part Let 's liue his mourners or his folowers dye Liuing or dying let 's not greefe diminish Till life and greefe shall at one instant finish TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE THE LADY CLIFFORD MADAME I Must needes be faithfull to my grounds Once I remember I chose you all for my Zodiacke though but foure yet foure such whose light could not be lesse worth then for twelue And wonderful great must that great light be indeed whose glorious beames I haue seene euen from Fraunce euen through mine eares though mine eyes could not as yet be so happy as to looke vpon your faces I thanke God that according to my wish there hath been so brightfull a starr since added to your number and so good an order taken for the filling vp of that want which then I was bold to marke in that faire circle No doubt but by these fortunate coniunctions there will arise such a quantity of new Planets vpon our Orizon of worthy Knights no lesse then Castor and Pollux of braue Lyons of faire Virgins and other bright shining starres as too farre exceeding one Zodiacke they shall wander farre and wide from this English heauen through the remote clymes of this world where your famous name and fame will shine for euer In the meane time ioying and wondering at so much light as there is let this serue me towards you and to all the world still for a witnes though small of my sincerest zeale though hitherto but vaine and without fruit how farre I am or rather would be Your Honours Most humble and most to be commanded seruant Δ Larme troisieme EN EXECRATION DV MEVRTRE DV GRAND Roy HENRY IIII. 1 EXecrable Assas●in dont l'enfer avorta Parricide public que Megere alaita Horreur de la Nature Organe de Satan retourne desormais An fons du mesme enfer hurler à tout Iamais Pour telle forfaiture 2 Que là tant de malheurs que vient sur nous versant Ton sacrilege bras tant de larmes de sang Que tu nous fais repandre En tes propres tourmens aillent se transformer Sans que Iamais serpent se puisse r'animer De ta maudite cendre 3 Par toi le Monde est veuf d'vn Roy dont le Soleil Depuis qu'il fut creé n'a point veu de pareil Entre les grands iustes Qui de guerre de Paiz a cultivé les ars Plus magnifiquement que tous ces vieu● Cesars Qui sont les plus Augustes 4 ROY duquel la sagesse a de loin surpassé Tous les chefs couronnez qui l'avoient devancé Dont la douceur immense Tousjours accompagna la grave Majesté Seul semblable à soi-mesme en Candeur en Bonté Foi Valeur Clemence 5 Mais tu n'as seul commis cet ●nique forfait Le mal que trop souvent chacun de nou● a fait Et l'impie doctrine De vous qui les sujets des Princes seduisez Et sans cesse contr'eus vos couteauz éguisez On t navré sa poitrine 6 Encor pour augmenter nos extremes douleurs Nos immortels regrets nos excessifs malheurs Sont aggravez d'un autre Cest qu'a vos attentats trop bon il pardonna Que par trop liberal son coeur il vous donna Sans qu'il ait eu le votre 7 Et que d'vn si grand Roy sous lequel a tremblé De tous les plus grans Rois le pouvoir assemblé La preciense vie Qui rendoit bien-heureus tant tant de mortels Pour seruir de victime à vos sanglans