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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

With wofull'st action that may moue to grieue And sith great Kings their Birth-daies celebrate With all that Pompe can yeeld or Pleasure prooue On this black Death-day still through publike hate Let ne're the least pompe stirre nor pleasure moue Musike be euer silent on this Day Or with Chromatick Dumps our losse lament And O yee heau'nly Spheares sound so or stay And all confuse beneath the firmament For Common-griefe's not capable of forme Our Griefe is common then confound all Mirth On this curst Day let DEATH then euer storme Yea make the Sunne himselfe lie hid with Earth If ought be else Poetick-rage or worse Or Loue that can doe all can mooue to hate This cursed day to adde vnto this curse Let it fall on it as most reprobate Henry deere Henry O that Words we had So steept in Brine that all through them might see That We with Reason are growne iustly mad Sith Reas'n doth rage most iustly but for Thee For soules that haue Intelligence and Will And by the first discerne what they haue lost Can through the Last but last distracted still With Rage that Reason rectifieth most If GOD we lose what Reas'n can be so great For greatest Reas'n best knowes the greatest losse But it with Griefe will quite it selfe forget Remembring such a Soule-confounding CROSSE Then when we loose a Prince like God for State Stile Vertue and Effect what Reason can But fare as it were rightly reprobate If not such Reas'n must be in more then Man If well wee take a CROSSE of so great weight That breakes the Back of suffrance with a Thought Though propt with strongest grace our dul conceipt Of Goodnesse lost shewes we are good for nought No sooner can our Soules discourse forbeare And cease to take Reports from Wit and Sence Than we like Blocks such Blowes of Fate can beare As maime our Soules through their Intelligence If He of HVS whose patience being crost Endur'd the shock of Hels first mortall charge Yet in the second found his patience lost Among but Blaines that did but Bloud enrage Then how should flesh lesse fenc'd with Grace sustaine So many Wounds which through our Princes Heart Death fastens on our soules such hurt such paine Makes Out-rage seeme to act but Iudgements Part. The Prophet being but in prison cast For speaking what he ought and as hee should Vow'd neuer more to mention heau'n and past So farre in heate that hee the High'st contrould Then though wee may not from the slips of Saints Take warrant flat to fall yet for such CAVSE To vse Poetick-rage in our Complaints Falling past fury stands with Reasons Lawes Oh! that VVits forces than that Reas'n controules Could fall into this sacred Rage and make All Times to come to suffer with our soules Or force the props of future Worlds to shake For passion beeing in our soules conceiu'd Forth-with is formed in our speech and so Passing from vs by others is receiu'd And makes in them impression of like Wo. Oh! Eloquence the Routher of our Minde Swaying th' Affects thereof which way it lists Ioyne with our sighes now like resistlesse Winds To lose our soules in sorrowes endlesse Mists For Griefe enforc'd by Fate and Eloquence Oh FORCE that still the owne desires fulfils Than Tyrants sway hath no lesse violence Ore our weake soules that works but what it Wils Yet nought's more eloquent than TRVTH most strōg Than our tru Grief that seas of sorrow weeps Must mooue al Mindes by th' Engin of our Tongue To floate to endlesse Woes on DOLORS Deepes Men must be wrought like Ir'ne that 's first made soft With fire yer water cooles it fires of VVit Must make them more then supple sure and oft Y'er Teares can coole strong passions burning-fit Than if my Wit were great as is the CAVSE Of this our sorrow it should so enflame The World with passion as it ne're should pause To showre forth streames of Teares to quench the same But so this Griefe distracts it that it can But make imperfect Offers it 's too cold To thaw the frozen Hearts of euery Man For Death not Dolor hath all hearts in hold Oh words O sence how sencelesse both wee hold Though most significant that cannot curse This Day past execration would yee could And I had you to vse do that or worse But why O why doe I accursed fend So curse the Day wherein He so was blest For whose cause so I curse My knees I bend And begge for Grace sith t' was in Minde distrest Then I retract my Curses and I blesse That blessed God that giues and takes so free The best Things euer for we must confesse This was as good as could in Nature Bee For if in nature there could be a Prince Aboue the pitch of highest Hopes then Hee Was more then such in our experience Then can our Griefes be lesse than now they bee Yet Arte and Adulation making Eight Of seu'n that make so many samouzed But yet the eight make more for state and weight Do ost in ouer-righting wrong the dead But few if dead are flattered if their friends Liue not in Wealth or Greatnesse so the scopes Of all such Clawers scratch for priuate Ends Yet Kings will flatter to attaine their Hopes But who for priuate Grace and Guifts among Of wicked Princes doe renowne their Names Do priuate Iustice so with publike-Wrong So both is wronge done right to both their shames Then here 's our happy infortunity To praise him dead so strong in lyuing-Might Whose erned praise seemes hired flattery But this we cannot shunne and doe him right Then O! receiue great Prince of Palatines Our Muses Teares true records of our Harme In these sad Numbers of her blubbred Lines Eu'n for his sake of whom th' hast lost an ARME If not much more for neuer could two Hearts As th' had beene one long since and cleft in two Till now at meeting streight reioyn'd their Parts So did your Hearts at your first meeting doe But death too enuious death disseuer'd them As soone as ioyn'd than wee may iudge by this Thy causeful Sorrowes needs must be extreame Like ours whose heart was ours and ours was His And to what season had as spightfull Time Reseru'd this seu'ring but eu'n then when thou To make that Knot more sure in your youths prime Cam'st to espouse his HALFE wo-wedded now So when thy ioyes were flowing neere the full It past the lowest ebbe fell headlong-wise And wert not Fortune thee did yet not lull In Cradle of sure hope it neere could rise Thy Fortunes highest ayme nought can bee higher That on the Earth is found is the rar'st Iemme That er'e was cas'd with flesh then to aspire That to enioy is ioy beyond extreame A Sister sutable to such a Brother The high'st desire of mightiest Potentates Good in the Abstract ther 's not such another Now to bee match'd nor in the power of FATES Fame that best knows

her prompts me what to speake All that attend her Fames report mainetaines And all in all into her prayses breake Yea loue the ground that this Belou'd sustaines But ô wee cannot looke vpon her Worth But must reflect on His that's gonne sith He Was as her Self and one Wombe brought them forth Which for these BLESSINGS euer-blessed bee But ah he Was and is not WAS ô word Able to strike the Soule of Patience dead And why not IS Hee IS and is a LORD Whom Angels serue and with their Food is fedd He di'de indeed it 's true nay false it is He did not die that chang'd but lifes annoy For life of comfort in eternall BLISSE Yet thus he di'de that thus yet liues in ioy Deere Vault that veil'st him mummanize his Corse Till it arise in Heauen to be crown'd Sith though on Earth he rarely ran his course No Crowne for Prize though it he toucht he found But Breath no sooner left him but it was Inuolu'd with aire of FAME and blowne so high That it doth Ariadneis CROWNE surpasse And made a FLAME new kindled in the Skye He di'de in shew than but yet liues in Deed In Heauen and Hearts of all that honor Grace In HIGHNES Heart he di'de then so to speed Of Glory heere and in that surer Place Eu'n when his Grand-dames Corpse was re-inshrin'de As if his Corpse in shades of Death through loue Had long'd to meete with Hers that seem'd so kinde To seeke to meete with his through her remoue Eu'n then the will of Heau'n so fore-assign'd He left his Breath ye 'r he the Crowne possest And went in Person Princely still inclin'd To meete and greet her in eternall rest But so he spent and left his breath we hope That 's praise in Blisse stil breaths Eternity As it doth fill the Earth and heau'nly Cope For such a hopefull life did neuer die Then die he neuer can while Vertue liues For HE and SHE are still Corelatiues Feare and the Pit and the Snare are vpon thee O inhabitant of the Earth Esay 24. 17. SOBS FOR THE LOSSE of the most Heroick Prince HENRY Nonfrustranascitur qui bene moritur NOw all we see of worth go all in blacke For Him whose worth all times shall loue and lack The hopefull'st heire apparant to a CROWNE That Grace could giue yet call the guift hir owne Some waile the losse of priuat friends till death Then when so many clos'd were in his Breath How should that some nay all his losse deplore That Sorrowes-Sea no bottom hath nor Shoare All praise is shut in Bounds saue that of ONE Who nere is lost but of the lost alone But none that 's lost in shew not deede or name Could e'rne more praise than this tru Soule of FAME Hee 's gon but going left such light behinde As doth the Moone ecclipse the Sunne so blind With splendor that the light they yeeld vs now Is farre lesse good in deede lesse great in show The Heau'ns that lent him are growne poore or wee Deserue no trust sith we bad detters be To take him ere the time by Nature set Yet for short intrest keepe vs still in debt Celestiall Sprits are yee so greedy growne So soone to giue and take from vs your owne Or did you enuy that we should haue had A Head so good to Members al so bad Say we were Marchants that nere kept our day Or at the best but pray when we should pay Or yet if better when no faith wee keepe Fall on our knees and for grace sigh and weepe Yet sith yee swim in all celestiall STORE Yee might a while haue borne with Spirits so poore But were we poore in spirit we had beene rich In your account but O we are not such Our Pride that makes vs beggers eu'ry way Make yee mistrust our faith too poore to pay Well it is ill with vs poore Soules profane And worse much worse for that which you haue tane Yea which is worst will neuer lend Him more O Spirit Celestiall Spirits which we adore For-beare the rest we owe to grace incline Trust vs vpon a pawne of Angells wine Which from the heauy Vessells of our eves Shall runne till you shall say It doth suffice And Lord of Hoastes their Lord and ours beseige Our Hearts with feare till Loue doth giue this Pledge And so dispose the goods we haue of thine In and Without vs as we may resigne All to thy praise that though in debt we stand Thou maist supply our wants still on our Band On which we humbly pray thee lend vs health And Heads and Hands t'vphold the Common-wealth Of our owne Stocke or if in future-time As heretofore some stranger vp do climbe On Ladder of our Branches to our CROWNE He may be such as nere may put vs downe AN EPITAPH ON THE Death of the immortall HENRY Prince of Wales MVch Briefly said and clearely too Is hard yet that much Art can do But here much griefe and little Art Is forc'd to act so hard a Part. Nature and Arte with Grace and Fortune too Sought Time and Death to conquer as they do In this Heroick PRINCE who through those fou'r Orethrowes Times force and Deaths almighty Pow'r All that was in Him was much more than all That 's found in Flesh if young and naturall Can Wit say more for his true glory here Yes for he was a Prince without a Peere What more why this He di'de but in his prime Yet in perfection elder was than TIME And more compleate than PLACE for fame that growes From his great WORTH alone no lymit knowes If Time and Death and Place than be to seeke For such another He to none is like But him who hath no like yet like in MIND And for they haue no like in either kinde This King of Princes and that God of Kings Are like themselues than and none other things And like them-selues they liue in Heau'n and Vs In spight of Enuy Time and Death Than thus In briefe wee bound their boundles EXCELLENCE One no such GOD the other no such PRINCE ANOTHER FOrtune and Art and Nature straue To giue much more than er'e they gaue To Him that lies heare vnderneath The grace of Nature Time and Death Three CROWNES were neere Him and the forth He might by RIGHT haue wone by WORTH Which in his youth presag'd his spirit Would ren'd in age from WRONG his RIGHT That Spirit like his that 's most compleat Sought nought but what was good and GREATE He soone was ripe too soone to win What Time much toyld and Art drawes in Who casts for Crownes must haue no small Might right skill will and Time with all But whose perfection Time out-goes Winnes but LAVD'S Crowne yer life he lose His Gaine and Losse then are so eu'n As he is pleas'd with both in Heau'n Teaching all Heires to CROWNES and KINGS To be the best of Earthly things Far-well rare PRINCE nor Time nor