Each-where kills in hunting Carloman â— Caue Caligulâ— Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch â—t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch â—or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die â— Good-men little-last and Wicked long â—e not too-curious in that Secret's Why â—h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay â—ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract â—hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact â—hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison â—epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage â—ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoediâ— T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid â—o in our Liues not Yeers considered be â—ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter â—t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn â—re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer â—mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring â—ore Compass makes not a more coÌ„plete Sphear â—round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract â—h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double â—y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell â—n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell â—nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule â—t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest â—own goes the Body in the Dust to roule â—he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors â—om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues â—he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors â—e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine â—s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie â—e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing â—hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring â—d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vicesâ— Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock â—rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands
high Yet Vulgar bruit halfe false halfe flattery Giues some of them the great and glorious Name Of Liberal Princes of illustrious fame And shall not wee then beare through th' Vniuerse â—is worthy Praise vpon the wings of Verse â—hall not wee say that his renowned hand â—s worthily in Peace with Bounties band Can binde vnto him whom he worthy knowes â—s brauely conquer in the Field his Foes Be mute that list and muzzle they their stile On whom his Bounty neuer daign'd to smile Were 't through their own mis-fate in hauing none Or hauing Vertues not to haue them known But I whose hap hath been to march with those Towards whose laps This golden Riuer flowes My Voice and Verse shall tromp-it farre and nigh To modern eares and to Posteritie And without Flattery say that all the scope Of Wishes wayting on our future Hope And all our Prayers for a Compleat Prince As in the rest of Royall Ornaments Need of the Heav'ns no greater Hap require But that in This the Son be like the Sire And that he may obseruing Golden mean Giue like a King that means to giue againe Yet with such feruour to This glorious Part That still he giue lesse with his hand then hart Vouchsafe th' Eternall Destinies-disposer Kings sole Advancer Kings sole Deposer That maugre Tyrants wrath and Traytors wile Whose Maister-peece we Heer haue seen yer-while Hee may wex old after his aged Sire In Peacefull Raign vntill his Raign expire And neuer but at Tilt or Tourney feele The combrous burthen of a Case of steele Or when iust furie shall inflame his sp'rite Against Vsurpers of His ancient Right But whether law-lesse Need or Glories loue Him driue or draw his Force in Field to proue May He in Counsail Courage and Successe Match his great Parents constant Happinesse So as there be no need to spur Him forth With braue Remembrance of His match-less worth But Laurell burnt crackles in vain and of-it Champing the Leafe alone makes not a Prophet If that his Tutors haue not more to do To hold him from then to incite him to To coole then kindle that courageous heat Which makes men feare no death no dangers threat But as once Theseus ready to be kild Was known to be the Kings sonne that so wild By his gilt Sword sign engrav'n thereon He shall be known to be His Fathers Son By the Exploits of His in such a Rank As would haue made the two first Caesars blank Be He Benign so as his Indulgences Breed not Bad-Boldnes Feed not Insolences Like to some Winters ouer-milde and warm Which neither kill the Weed nor chill the Worm But breed the Plague Pox Murrain the rest That rotten Humors may in Man and Beast Not but I know it farre more honorable To saue then spill in Cases tollerable â—ith heer a World of Dust-bred Creatures liue Can reaue-Mans life which onely God can giue But too-oft Pardoning oft too-many drawes T' haue need of Pardon throgh contempt of Lawes And Magistrates whom the Audacious reak But Bugs Bridles to base minds weake In Mildnes then be Hee so moderate For His owne safety and the publique State That neither Horror taint his Executions Neither his Fauours harbour Dissolutions And too-remisse by His too-oft Repriues Turn Pitties Temple to a Den of Thieues May He fear God loue worship seek serue him Know it 's He sole doth stablish preserue him That Kings as his Annointed haue Regard That but He guard them little boots their Guard May hee belieue His Word honor obey Take it for Compasse in this Worldly Sea Make it the Measure of Kings Power in all And counting That of Lawes the principall Haue it ay written in his harts deep rooms But as a Prince not as a Priest becoms Vnder th' old Law now abrogat long since One might be both a Pontife and a Prince For nothing seemed then to hinder them From matching so Mitre and Diadem But now their Functions are diuided far And Monkish Kings now but contemned are There Man and Maister but Hail-fellow is And subiects play the kings where Kings play Priests May He be loyall constant in sinceritie In soule abhorring lyes and louing veritie That as his Deeds shal for the most be Miracles So may his Words be altogether Oracles Th' Almighty grant that during all His daies All sparks be quencht which Factions wont to raise For for the most to double Miserie There be Two Kings where two great Factions be But if there should which God forbid succeed Such Mischiefs heer as heer-to-fore there did May Hee not want sound Counsailes happy Light To guide him in his Fathers steps aright Who reauing th' eldest Emperors their Palmes Suddainly turnd such Tempests into Calmes By Means so milde that it was rather thought By heav'nly Hap then humane Wisedom wrought But were it Wisedome were it Happiness Match He our Wishes and His Wise success Th' one of Himselfe th' other from Heav'nly hand That Peace may prosper ouer all his Land I know that Princes beeing born for th' Arts Which CouÌ„sails Camps Dangers schoole imparts The Books most needfull and peculiar Theirs Are Politiques of State State-affaires But sith so few yeers doe our Age comprise That euen the greatest of the greedy-Wise Should know but little if no more they knew Then from Experience of one Age they drew That He at once may see all Accidents Of all past Ages with his own 's Euents May Hee propose set before his eyes The goodly Tables of all Histories And there contempling all the true Records Of other Monarchs mighty States and Lords Obserue their Acts their Counsails their Discourse All notable or rare in all their Course Both what to follow there and what to shun And whether Fame or Shame their liues haue won May He there glasse himselfe mark it brim Whether the same shall not be said of Him For heer Our Verses smoothly sing and smile But History will hisse in other stile And Kings that heer haue been compar'd to Gods Entombed once though vnder golden Clods If in their Liues they haue deseru'd it first Shall hear their Names torn and their Fames accurst What may I add vnto These Wishes more No more but This that All heere wisht before And All presaged of the DOLPHIN heere Concur in CHARLES that all His Parts appeer A liuing Picture of all Parts of Worth Of all those Worthies whence Hee takes his Birth That gracious Heau'ns which promise euen as much In all These Vertues daign to make Him such That really hee giue royall Assent To all the Acts of Vertues PARLIAMENT That in his Turn the Ages after Vs May finde and know him for PANARETVS And sith That Name must needs Immortall bee That no prophane hand blurr His History But some sweet Daniell or some sacred Hall Or ciuill Hayward milde-maiestike all With purest faith in a peculiar stile A glorious Work of His great Works
That it neuer may be raz'd â—eace is too-drown'd in Lust and Sloath Warre is too-drunk with Blood and Wrath That too-gawdie this too-grim Mens mindes are all so delicate â—o soft and so effeminate Small things all things grieuous seem â—â—ither the Head doth alwayes ake Or Palat sleep or Palsey shake Or our Belly roars within Or else with Choler wee abound Or else with Phlegm or else vnsound Tumour's humours scald our skin What dread of Death What greedy Lust â—hat Surfait Sloath and Deeds vniust Daily plunge in Perills rife What Sword consumeth every houre â—nd what the Plague doth quick deuoure Lengthens Physick shortens Life Where 's now Aeneas where 's his Sonne Where 's Hercules Where 's Salomon Where is Dauid Where is Saule Where 's Cyrus Caesar and the rest Ah! Hee and They are all deceast I must follow so must all Hark Thou whom most the People hailes The wisest errs the iustest failes Strongest limpeth now and than The humblest swels the sobrest sips The holiest sins the wariest slips God is fault-lesse neuer Man Too-curious or too-carelesly Too-lauish or too-slauishly By the Foole or by the Knaue Too-craking or too-crauenly Too-hatefull or too-gratefully Haste or waste marrs all we haue Ambition's end is Rule and Raign Crueltie's Conquest Guile's is Gain To growe Rich by hook or crook Iuggling and struggling strife in all No Triumph without Fight will fall Warr-less none for Peace may look â—ee think but neuer can intend â—ood thoughts well to begin or end If perhaps they be begun â—r if wee end them neuer finde How-euer rare in any kinde Recompence when we haue done â—ur heart it hath an in-borne Guest â—ll-Ill it hight it posteth prest To the Tongue ill Words to vent â—esire then rushes to ill Deeds â—ngeance anon the Fact succeeds Thus comes Ill to Punishment â—ife this Snake we choak or charm â—ithin again We hug it Warm Daring doubting vp and down â—ll Lust as lighter vp doth surge â—d th' horror of the fearefull Scourge Fall as heauier to the ground â—me Flesh be frolike take delight â—'s revell now 't will once be night Shall a little Gout or Cholick 〈◊〉 sodaine Qualm or sullen Care 〈◊〉 addle Fit of idle Feare Mar thy Mirth Come Flesh be frolik What seeks we shun What shuns we seek What helps we loath What hurts we like Bird in-hand we leaue for bush For What we Want we panting craue And loosely lauish what Wee haue Brag of that should make vs blush With-childe with mirth we bring-forth Scorn We bring-vp Furie over-born Moov'd and mooving either way Too-sorrie or too-merry-mad The happy Meane is neuer had While we Wretches heere doe stay Wee reign and serue we want and flowe We ioy and mourne we freez and glowe Vowes we make and break together We build and batter ioyne and iarr We heap and scatter make and marr And we flourish and we wither Wee look to Heauen and leap to Hell Our Hope and Feare by turnes rebell Plunging downe or puffing-vp Please would we faine but finde demurr Please might we well did Will concurr Sloath doth stay and Lust doth stop â—o still we stand and whine the while â—ought Labour boots nor loue nor wile All is lost when 't is too-late â—uills to th' euill and the good â—re daily sent and if with-stood We but faster foster Fate 〈◊〉 will at once giue-over quight â—oth to be VVicked and Vpright To doe either Right or Wrong â—or Goods well-gotten growe but thin â—et hardly vp come slowely in And th'ill-gotten last not long What shall I doe If I forbear â—y Cause-less Foe I blush I fear His Despight and my Disparage 〈◊〉 to revenge me I resolue 〈◊〉 satisfies when I revolue None's all-Fault-less in all Cariage When I haue spar'd I wish t' haue spoke â—nd when I speak I would revoke Better pleas'd t' haue held my peace Would God I could as Wiser-ones â—oth speake and holde my peace at once So to liue at Quietnes Deare Minde how doost Thou Fraile sick My Flesh implores thy Succour quick Canst O! canst Thou cure her griefe O! daign I pry-thee then with speed To help thy Seruant now at need Send her Reason for reliefe For Faithfull Minde 's firm Resolution Cures often-times th' ill Constitution Of a Body sick-inclyn'd But then the Body late deplored For weake estate to Health restored Growes a Burthen to the Minde O Sin-bred Hurt O in-bred Hell Nor full nor fasting neuer well Neuer sound What shall I say Once all was well and would be now Better then euer if that Thou Cursed Sin wert quight away But Now alas all Mischiefe lies In Ambush with all Miseries Mans Confusion to conspire Desire and Feare at-once torment Feare is a Tyrant Mal-Content And insatiate is Desire Who fears who mourns who wants who wanders Ah! only Men Wills ill-Commanders Man alone abounds therein Lowd Lamentations lasting Terrors Hart-wounding Wants and wilfull Errors Had not been had Man not been Heere Pestilence there Hungers Iawe Heer Drink there Duel there the Lawe Snatches one or other hence Heer Crosse there Care or better blest Who hap These Haps to scape the best Age deuoures with-out Dispense Perpending This in minde perplext The Miserable Envie-vext Cryes O Beasts O Foules O Fish You happy harm-less storm-less things Precise in Natures Lessonings Liue You long You Life may wish But I think better not be born Or born hence quickly to return To our Mothers dusty Lap Then liuing daily heere to die In Cares and Fears and Misery By Miss-heed or by Miss-hap While Hunger gripes mee gut and gall While burning Thirst for Drinke doth call While for Cold I quake alas In languor long I linger-on O! happy Those whose Woes whose Mone Ridding quick doth quickly passe The Stout the Coward and the Meek All skirmish vnder Fortune like Stryking all with Mischiefs aye The Stout repugnes the Patient prayes The Hare-like Coward runnes his wayes Fortune differs not but They. Too-peeuish This too-pleasant That Too-fierce or too-effeminate Golden Mean can hardly stand Betwixt these Two Extreames vpright 'T is worne so weak and waigh'd so light Error playes on either hand Wedlock with Wife and Children cloggs The Single-Life Lusts heauier Loggs Rare 's the Gift of Continence The Young-man stalks the Old-man stoops That over-dares This euer droops Th'Infant craules through Impotence Maisters taxe Seruants proud slutt slowe Seruants Churle Maister Mistress Shrowe Either Others Fault can finde The Daughter thinks her Mother froward Mother her Daughter deems vn-toward Kit they say will after Kinde Princes doe enuy Subiects Wealth Subiects doe enuy Princes Health Each doth enuie Others Good All all doe envy Learnings Honour If any be conferrd vpon her O! ô wicked wretched Mood The Souldier likes the Rusticks Calm The Clowne affects the Souldiers Palm Thus doth Envy inly fret-her Our Pastures parch our Heards be poore Our Neighbour thriues in every store Others Crop is ever better Fond Louers languish at their Eyes The Wrathfull
be as well taught as fed 5. Of a Iudge Both blinde and lame I iudge Thee best to make Least that thine Eyes miss-giue thy Hands miss-take 6. Of a Husbandman Good-morrow bids the Cock th'Owle bids Good-night To Countrie-Cares I bid GOD speed them right 7. Of a Captaine In War and Peace CHRIST is the sole Commander To lead to God-ward follow still His Standard Of all the Seauen So Rule 1 Plead 2 Practise 3 Preach 4 Doom 5 Delue 6 Direcâ— 7 Climes 1 Causes 2 Cures 3 CHRIST 4 Crimes 5 Turues 6 Troâ—…selâ—… 7 FINIS LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM or The Spirit of Teares Distilled For the vn-timely Death of The incomparable PRINCE HENRY Late PRINCE of WALES By IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM A Funeral Elegie The Argument in an EPITAPH HEre lyes Drie Eies read not This EPITAPH Heer lyes Great-Britans Stay Great Iacob's Staff The stately Top-bough of Imperial Stemme World's richest Iewell Nature 's rarest Gemme Mirror of Princes Miracle of Youth All Vertues Pattern Patron of all Truth Refuge of Armes ample Reward of Arts Worth 's Comforter milde Conquerer of Hearts The Churche's Tower the Terror of the Pope Herôik HENRY Atlas of our Hope HOw-euer short of Others Art and Wit I knowe my powers for such a Part vnfit And shall but light my Candle in the Sun To doe a work shall be so better Donne Could Teares and Feares giue my Distractions leaue Of sobbing words a sable Webbe to weaue Could Sorrow's Fulnes giue my voice a vent How would how should my saddest Verse lament In deepest Sighes in stead of sweetest Songs This Loss alas which vnto All belongs To All alas though chiefly to the Chief His royal Parents Principalls in grief To All the Peers to all Confederate To All the CHVRCH to all the CHRISTIAN State To all the Godly now and future farr To all the WORLD except S.P.Q.R. To All together and to Each a-part That liues and loues Religion Armes or Art To all abroad but to Vs most of all That neerest stood to my High Cedars fall But more then most to Mee that had no Prop But HENRY's Hand and but in Him no Hope In Whom with Nature Grace and Fortune mett To consummate a PRINCE as Good as Great In WhoÌ„ the Heavn's were pleas'd to shew the Earth A richer Iewell then the World was worth Or worthy of therefore no more to make So rare a Piece His pretious Moulde they brake O soudain Change O sad Vicissitude O! how the Heav'ns our Earthly Hopes delude O! what is firm beneath the Firmament O! what is constant heer that giues Content What Trust in Princes O! what Help in Man Whose dying Life is but in length a spann Melting as Snowe before the Mid-day Sunn Past as a Poste that speedy by dooth runn â—wift as the Current of the quickest Stream â—ain as a Thought forgotten as a Dream O Deerest HENRY Heav'n and Earth's Delight O cleerest Beame of Vertues Rising bright O purest Spark of Pious Princely Zeale O surest Ark of Iustice sacred weale O grauest Presage of a Prudent Kinde O brauest Message of a Valiant Minde O All-admir'd Benign and Bountious O All-desired right PANARETVS PANARETVS All-vertuous was thy Name Thy Nature such such euer be thy Fame O deerest cleerest purest surest Prop O grauest bravest highest nighest Hope O! how vntimely is this Sunne gonn down This Spark put-out This Ark as ouerthrown This Presage crost This Message lost and left This Prop displac't This Hope of All bereft O! How vnkinde How graceless How ingrate Haue Wee cut-off Thy likely longer Date For were This Stroak froÌ„ Heav'ns immediat hand Or by Heav'ns leaue from Hell's suborned Band Of ROMVLIDES What dare not They presumeâ— If this That Sea a Sulphury Sea consume How-e'r it were We were the Moouing Cause That sweet Prince HENRY breath no-longer drawâ— Wee all alas haue had our hands herein And Each of vs hath by some cord of Sinne Hal'd down from Heav'n from Iustice awfull Seat This Heauy Iudgement which yet more doth threat Wee Clergie first who too-too-oft haue stood More for the Church-goods theÌ„ the Churches good Wee Nobles next whose Title euer strong Can hardly offer Right or suffer Wrong Wee Magistrates who mostly weak of sight Are rather faine to feele then see the Right Wee Officers whose Price of euery Place Keeps Vertue out and bringeth Vice in grace Wee Gentrie then who rack and sack and sell To swimme like Sea-Crabs in a foure-wheeld Shell Wee Courtiers next who French-Italianate Change with the Moon our Fashion Faith Fate Wee Lawyers then who Dedalizing LAVV And deadding Conscience like the Horse-leach drawe Wee Cittizens who seeming Pure and Plaine Beguile our Brother make our God our GAYNE Wee Country-men who slander Heav'n and Earth As Authors of Our Artificial Dearth Wee Pourueyors last who taking tenn for two Rob both at once our Prince and People too All briefly all all Ages Sexes Sorts In Countries Citties Benches Churches Courts All Epicures Witt-Wantons Atheists Mach'-Arctines Momes Tap-To-Bacchonists Batts Harpies Sirens Centaures Bib-all-nights Sice-sink-ap-Asses Hags Hermaphrodites And Wee poore Nothings fixed in no Spheare Right Wandring Tapers Erring euery-where Scorn of the Vulgar Scandall of the Gowne Haue pull'd this waight of Wrath This Vengeance down All All are guilty in a high Degree Of This High-Treason and Conspiracie More brute then Brutus stabbing more then CAESAR With Two-hand-SINNES of Profit and of Pleasure And th'odious Engine which doth all include Our Many-pointed proud INGRATITVDE For for the Peoples Sinnes for Subiects crymes God takes-away good Prinâ—es oftentimes So good IOSIAH HENRY 's parallel Was soon bereft from Sinfull Israel So our good EDVVARD HENRY's Pre-cedent For ENGLAND's Sinnes was hence vntimely hent So heer good HENRY is new taken hence For now Great-BRITAN's great Sinnes Confluence VVee see th' Effect wee haue the Cause confest O! Turn wee then with speed to Saue the rest O! Turn vs Lord turn to vs turn away Thy Frowns our Fears with humblest Tears we pray O saue our SOVERAIN saue his Royall seed That still his Owne may on his Throne succeed Let Each of vs make priuie Search within And hauing found bring forth the Traitor SIN To Execution with all Execration Henceforth renouncing such In-Sin-newation Let Each of vs as Each hath throw'n a Dart A Dart of Sinne at HENRY's princely heart Send-vp in Sighes our Soules deuoutest breath To Shield our IAMES ANNE CHARLES ELIZABETH And HIM whose Loue shal render HER her Brother And make Her soon a happy Princes Mother Let Each of vs cease to lament in vain Prince HENRY 's Loss Death is to HIM a Gain For Sauoy's Dukelings or the Florentine He Wedds his Sauiour of a Regal Ligne Glory for Gold for Hope Possession there Of Crowns so Rich as neuer entred Eare Eye neuer sawe nor euer Heart conceav'd So strong Assur'd as cannot be bereav'd Waile not his death His Vertues cannot Dye
their Bed All shun her aye the more She draweth nigh-them 7 What Good or Bad boads Life or Death to giue To be so fond of That This so flying Thou would'st not die yet know'st not how to liue Not knowing Life to be a liuing-dying 8 One loues this Life Another loathes it wholly Som look for Ease Promotion som som Profit To loue it for the Pleasures heer is Folly Weaknes to hate it for the Troubles of-it 9 The Storm at Sea vnder a Calm is bred Within Good-hap Ill-hap hath life included Begun in Tears in Toiles continued And without Dolour cannot be concluded 10 Life like a Taper with the weakest Blasts Is waued wasted melted puffed out In some somtimes euen to the Snuff it lasts In others hardly to the halfe holds-out 11 Fruit on the Trees first blooms theÌ„ buds theÌ„ grows Then ripes then rots Such Our condition iust â—egot born bred liue die so roundly goes Times Wheel to whirl our Bodies back to Dust 12 This Life 's a Tree whose goodly Fruits are Men â—ne falls Himselfe Another's beaten down â—'s stript at last of Leaues and Apples then â—y Time 's same hand which had them first bestown 13 This Life 's a Table where in earnest-iest â—oure Gamsters play Time eldest vantage takes â—nd biddeth Passe Loue fondly sets his Rest Man needs will see it but Death sweeps the stakes 14 This Life indeed is but a Comoedie Where This the Kaiser playes That the Clowne â—ut Death stil ends it in a Tragoedie Without distinction of the Lord from Lowne 15 This Life 's a Warre ciuill forrain too Within without Man hath his Enemies To keep the Fort Death doth the Towne vndoo To saue the Soule the Body Shee destroyes 16 The World 's a Sea the Galley is this Life The Master Time the Pole Hope promiseth Fortune the Winde the stormie Tempest Strife And Man the Rowe-Slaue to the Port of Death 17 The World mee thinks is like our Parliaments Where Right too oft is ouer-born by Wrong Where Quirks Quidits are of Consequence Where lastly nought Death's Sentence can prolong 18 The World is much of a faire Mistress mood Which wilie makes more Fooles then Fauorites Hugs These hates Those yet will of all be woo'd But neuer keeps the Promise that she plights 19 Life 's smoothest glosse is like the Sphear of Glasse Archimedes framed and fill'd with Starrs As fraile as faire for the least storme alas That raps it snaps it and the Pleasure marrs 20 Th' Honor thou thirstest as one Dropsie-sick Weening to quaff it often stops thy winde 'T's a swelling Bladder which wheÌ„ Death shal prick Thou wilt confess thou but a Puff didst finde 21 And that Ambition which affords thee Wings â— seek new Seas beyond Our Ocean's Arms â— Mounts of Gold and Pearle pretious things â—l not preserue thy Carcass from the Worms 22 That Pleasure too which stops thy Reasons eares â—ots thy Soule intoxicates thy Sense â—d sad Repentance still behinde it beares â— moment Ioyes leanes Sorrowes Monuments 23 Pleasure which tires thee but contents thee neuer â—y Body wearing more than wearying â—e Danaides Siue-like Tub a-filling euer â— neuer full for all their bucketing 24 Beauty which makes the prowdest Kings to crouch â—ich serues the Soule as Letters in her fauour â— see delightfull Dangerous to touch â—m Death's drad Fury may not cannot saue her 25 But Beauty Grace-less is a Saile-less Bark â—reen-less Spring a goodly light-less Room â—un-less Day a Star-less Night and Dark â—d yet this Grace cannot escape the Toomb 26 When Bodie 's Bewty with Soule 's Bewty dwels Ther 's a Perfection passing all the rest Without This Bewty seems a Blemish els Without That Vertue seems not seemly drest 27 That Bewty which the Air Age Ague quailes VVhich busies so our Eyes Toungs hands harts At fifteen buds at twenty flowers and failes Or falls at thirtie and to Dust reuerts 28 Gold the Worlds God the Sun of Plutoe's Sons VVhom Fire and Sword incessant serue so fell Gold Vertue 's Friend and Vices Fort at-once Serues oft for Bridge to passe in post to Hell 29 Man's Knowledge heer is but meer Ignorance VVe see the wisest foulely stumble oft Learning is puft with Doubt-full Arrogance And Truth is lost while it is too-much sought 30 With Mysteries the Idiot meddles most Peeps into Heav'n into Kings Counsels pries In Pulpit Phormio doth darrain an Host Thersites prates of Arms and Policies 31 Th' Assyrian's Empire is now seen no more â—e Medes and Persians did the Greeks intomb â—eat Allexander's Kingdom kinged Foure â—hose Crownes in fine stoopt to the State of Rome 32 Where are Those Monarchs mighty Conquerors â—hose brows ere-while the whol Worlds Laurel drest When Sea Land could show no Land but Theirs â—ow of it All only Seauen Hils do rest 33 VVhere are Those Cities great goodly States â—f Niniue with thrice fiue hundred Towers â—eat Babylon Thebes with a hundred Gates â—rthage Rome's Riuall Didoe's dearest Bowers 34 All These huge Buildings These proud Piles alas Which seem'd to threaten Heav'n it selfe to scale â—aue now giuen place to Forrests Groues Grass â—nd Time hath chang'd their Names Place withall 35 Nay wilt thou see how-far Great Kings are foild â—e how somtime in Gold they swallow Poison â—e Ptolomeus Cross't Boleslas boild â—iazeth in a Cage Richard in Prison 36 See see a Prince neer Cairo flayed quick See Sápores by his prowd Victor trod See Monk-like shav'n our Cloistred Chilperick See Denis beare for Sceptre Pedant's Rod. 37 See Gordian there in his owne Girdle hung Se Phocas bones broken with furious Batts See Dioméde to his owne Horses flung To Wolues Licáon Popiel to Rats 36 See see proud Salmon sodain Thunder-slain See Theódorick with horrid Terror thrild See Longuemare hangd in a golden Chain See a fierce Courser dragging Brunechild 39 See Attalus hauing for Court a Forge See Phalaris burnt in Perillus Bull See Memprice left the greedy Wolues to gorge Cambyses Sword sheath'd in Him-selfe too full 40 Who but will feare amid the Frights of France Seeing how Death Two Henries reft of Life The Sire in Paris with a splinterd Lance The Son before it with a poysoned Knife 41 That Queen whose Court was in a Castle coopt Prisoner heer aboue a Princesse hop't â—ose royall Throne to a Tragick Seaffold stoopt â— Head she felt with whiffing steell off-chopt 42 That King who could within his Kingdomâ— drad 〈◊〉 Sol still shine when hence he vanisheth â—o past Our Seas another Empire had 〈◊〉 All he had had but a louzie Death 43 Who more his Garden of Salona priz'd â—an ROME's great Empire the Worlds CoÌ„mand â—ew well the Cares from Corwnes insepariz'd â—d Scepters sad Waight in the strongest hand 44 Towards our End insensibly we slip â— speaking sporting laughing snoring deep â—th stil drawes on-wards as at Sea the Ship â—es to her Hav'n-ward though the Mastersleep 45 Death
blacker shade they finde 89 Gifts Honors Office Greatnes Grace of Kings Are but the Vshers of Aduersity For their last mischief haue the Emmets wings And height of Health betokens Sicknes me 90 Youth hath more Lures more Traps more Traiâ— to Iâ— Then Fouler Sins or Baits the Fisher-man Age would but cannot what it would fulfill Senex thou leau'st not Sin Sin leaues Thee than 91 Th' Eye tends to Bewty as the Centre of-it â—er the Eyes Heart and Affections drawe â—s hard to keep safe what so-many couet 〈◊〉 mens Desires Kings cannot keep in Awe 92 Good or Ill-hap that heer happens thee â—mes from Opinion which All-ruling seems â—nion makes vs Other then we be â—s not vnhappy who him happy deems 93 â—rom contrarie Effects is formed Sadnes â—h Smoak Smiles haue made the Eyes to water â—o sowe in Tears shall one day reap in Gladnes â—o sowe in Ioyes shall reap Annoys heerafter 94 â—s leaue out I and No in Conuersation â—rds now trans-posed and wax-nosed Both ROMES New Doctrine of Equiuocation â—ich giues a Lye the Credit of an Oath 95 â—riends now-adayes wake at the noise of Gain â—ees to Flowers as Crowes to Carion haste Flyes to Flesh as Birds and Ants to Grain Friends to Profit thickly flock and fast 96 Who reaues thine Honour scoffes if he presume T' haue don thee fauour that thy life hee left Why should the Bird liue hauing lost her Plume The rest is nothing when the Honor 's reft 97 Little sufficeth Life in th'vn-delicious The Sun for need may sometimes dresse our Victuâ— I blame alike the Cynik and Apicius This for his too-too-much That 's too-too-little 98 Too-oft is made too-ill Interpretation Of Word Deeds best meant built by Reason All 's euill to the Euill by Self-flation Whence Bees their Hony Spiders suck their Poisâ— 99 Happy the People where Iust-Gentle Prince-is Whose Sword is Iustice and whose Shield is Loue. For These Augustus Deified long-since-is And without These Kings Scepters maimed proâ— 100 Good-hap Good-heart Fauour and Labourâ— Bring Men to Riches and to Honors heer But that 's the Way about To be born Great Is great Aduantage Not to buy so deer FINIS HENRIE THE GREAT The Fourth of that Name LATE King of FRANCE NAVARRE HIS Tropheis and Tragedie Written By PIERE MATHIEV Translated Dedicated 〈◊〉 the Right Honorable WILLIAM Earle of Salisburie By Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honorable WILLIAM CECILL Earle of Salisbury â—Esides the Bonds which did most Vowes engage To your deere Elders and besides the Due Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew apparant Vertues of Your April-age â—…leng'd of right This Poëms Patronage â—he rather sith we first receiu'd from you â—he speedy Notice no lesse quick than true HENRY'S Death through Hells dis-chained Rage saw this Sunne at his High-Noone-shine Set suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud Horrid Hap Who euer can forget 〈◊〉 Fate such Hate of one so Great so Good 〈◊〉 Iust Revenge roote out th' Ignatian Pack â—â—e Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac IOS SYL. THE â—â—opheis of the Vertues and Fortune of HENRIE the Great â—â—nce first Apollo lent the World his light And Earth empregned with his heatfull might â—pe hath seene no Potentate no Prince Parallel Great HENRâ—â—S excellence Terme no Time his fresh Renown shal shed â—er was King more dear neuer more dread â—oenix of Kings wonder of Christendome â—ng all past and without Peere to come Courage onely matcht His Clemencie should his Tomb to These Two equall be Spain France could not contain the same â—ch haue so often seen his feates of Fame â—s Life 's a lamp to Princes and a line â—rophey rear'd by Miracle diuine â—eater to all the Vertues built â—odly Garden with such plenty fild â—oisest fruits flowers that chusing there â—â—ndance troubles more then Want else-where The yeer that EDWARD in Great Brittain dy'd That France beyond the mountains Spain defi'd That Therwin walls were thundred to the ground That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd I' th vvinter Solstice when the yeare is worn Within Pau Castle This young MARS was born Born for the Worlds Good as his Enterance Presag'd him then the HERCVLES of France To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd For as by chance bare-head abroad he playd At foure yeers old a Snake he finds kills At forty foiles the Hydra of our Ills. Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire His Sauce was Labour Exercise his Fire His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame Saue Heauens desire th' Honour of the same Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the birth Of th' happy Planet which praesag'd his Worth Predominant in his Natitiall When he became an Armies Generall Whose hottest flame without Him was but fume Nor but by Him durst any good presume He purchast Peace the which eftsoones was staind â—â—th His Friends bloud his young soule constraind 〈◊〉 faine some Change of His Religion â—inseine Castle He was seaz'd vpon â—â—d to the Court confin'd where discontent 〈◊〉 Spirit droopes out of His Element Escaped thence with restlesse toyle He tends 〈◊〉 saue the Side of his Afflicted Fiends 〈◊〉 peace again he bringeth all in vre â—â—d Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure 〈…〉 th' after Crown who but between him stood 〈◊〉 now was He the first Prince of the Blood Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry 〈◊〉 threat his fortune and his force to try 〈◊〉 meets the danger with vndaunted front 〈◊〉 in foure yeeres beares ten braue Armies brunt 〈◊〉 with the might of a great Monarch grac't Thereof at Contras he defeats the last â—t last the King to extreame Streights reduc't 〈◊〉 â—oubt of all and daring none to trust â—â—lores This Prince who rescues him from Tours â—â—h iust Reuenge had yer many houres 〈◊〉 humbled Paris to her Princes yoake 〈◊〉 for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake After which stroak which all true French-men hate France sadly falls in a most wretched state VVho hath least Reason hath most Insolence VVho hath most Power hath least Obedience Nor Awe nor Law Disorder euery-where Good without hope and Wicked without feare Rebellion spaunes as fast as in the Spring Fruit-fretting vermine it doth Discord bring In Families dearth in Townes death in Field O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld Vnto that Hagge but Loyall to the Crowne Haue left your Heires Heires of a true renowne Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait As well may number Autumnes fruitful fraight And Flora's too Yet this great spirit of man Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean Seems a tall Ship which maugre Winds Waues In wished Hauen her her Burthen saues Hee 's neuer idle nor his Exercise Other than stands with princely offices MARS DIANA CVPID wait on Him Maugre his Losse hee alwaies gaines by Time Vnto Affaires his
his blood O! be not niggards of your Tears expence Vaile heer my Verse do ANNE a reuerence Rare ANNE that shames the rarest wits of Ours Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers The Heauens may giue vs all Prosperities â— stain our State remooue our miseries â— cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame â— extreame Euills remedies extreame â—store our King quick shall our Ioyes recouer â— neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer Eech-where our Grief finds matter to augment it â— Names remembrance doth each-where present it â— famous Gests do busie euery Sort â—me tell his Warres others his Works report â—hers his Fauors past glad-sad deplore â—en not to mourn is not to mind Him more Ah! must we liue and see so sodain dead â—e Life that late our Liues inspirited â—ke saile my Soule let 's put-into the Port â—ile HENRY liu'd 't was good to liue in sort â— let vs after sith Hee 's reft of breath â— fire of Life is now farre worse then Death â—orrow with vs doth both lie-downe and rise â—nkles our Browes withers our Cheeks Eyes â—e shun what-euer might our Griefs allay â—e wish the Night w' are weary of the Day â—ht brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade â— euen her Colour seems for Mourning made Extreamest Woes yet are with Time ore-past Riuers of Teares are dryed-vp at last But neuer Ours Ours euer fresh shall flow We defie Comforts We 'll admit no mo Nor seek them but as Alchimy profound Seeks that which is not or which is not found Who from the Ocean Motion can recall Heat from Fire Void from Aire Order from All From Lines their Points from IRIS all her Dyes Perils from Seas from Numbers Vnities Shadowes from Bodies Angles from the Square May free our Hearts from Grief our Mindes from Caâ— He must be hart-les that is smart-les found The Soule that is not wounded with This wound Most brutish hath no humane Reason in 't There is no brest of Steel no heart of Flint But must be-mone so great a King so slain Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so tane Let vs no more name HENRYes Kings of France Death with two Kniues with one shiuer'd Lance Hath kild Three HENRY's one at Iousts in iest Th' other in 's Closet in 's Caroche the best So Three King RICHARDS Fiue Other cry Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie What worse Disastre can you haue behinde â— threaten France O Destinies vnkinde â—at greater Mischief can your Malice bring â— good a Father rest so great a King â—at will you more sith we no more can hope â— any Good that with This Ill may cope This noble Spirit doth to his Spring re-mount â—is Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount â—s Atomie to 's Vnity vnites â—s Star returns to the first Light of Lights â—s Ray reuerts where first it light did take â— mortall wounds This Prince immortall make â—are-well sole Honour of all earthly Kings â—-well rare Prince for All-kinde Managings â—â—-well Great HENRY Heav'ns Natures Gem â—e-well bright Star of Kings Glories great Beam â—e-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde â—-well false Hope Fortune Court vnkinde â—eer lest Obliuion should vsurp her roome â—ME writes in Gold These Lines vpon thy Toomb â—is Prince vn-Peerd for Clemency and Courage â—y Sur-nam'd the Great the Good the Wise â—ror of Future Miracle of Fore-Age â—hort Mis-hap for-euer Happifies FINIS S t. LEWIS the KING OR A Lamp of Grace lighting THE GREAT in the right vvay To GLORIE Translated Dedicated As a New-yeeres-Gift TO The High-Hopefull Prince CHARLES Heire Apparant of Great-Britan's Kingdomes The Hopes of Christendom By IOSVAH SYLVESTER 1615. TO My Gracious Lord THE PRINCE NOT that yo r Highnes needs My mean Direction Hauing within a Princely spirit for Guide Without your Parent round about beside Precepts Patterns of diuine Perfection â—esume I Thus to bring in dim Reflexion This forain LAMP admired far wide But as An humble Gift This New-Years-Tide To intimate my Faith and my Affection â—r gracious hand Thus binds my gratefull heart To Offer Heavn my Vowes You my Verse For that Deliuerance You haue daignd in part â—ny poore Hopes wrackt in your Brothers Herse You haue begun Vouchsafe me Sacred Powers You may go-on make Me wholely Yours In Effect as In Affection To yo r Highnes seruice humbly deuoted Iosuah Syluester A HYMNE of S t. LEWIS The ninth of that Name King of France OF all the KINGS admired ouer All Whose Prudence swayd This Crown Imperiall â—â—ose Prowesse most our Lillies Bounds inlarg'd â—ose Iustice best their Charge in Peace discharg'd â—om most the Raies of glorious Greatnes crownd â—o brightest shin'd Who was the most Renownd â—â—t magnified for Manly Conquering â—hin the World the World was th' Holy King 〈◊〉 whose chast loynes froÌ„ out whose loyall Bloud Heröick Stems of Royall BOVRBONS bud â—ous S t. LEWIS Good KINGS President 〈◊〉 for his CHRIST for His Crosse him spent 〈◊〉 by his Valour so renown'd his Name 〈◊〉 all the Earth hath trembled at the same Who to free from captiue Furie fell Fields where yerst Our Captain conquerd Hell â—rageous Zeale setting his Soule on fire â—â—med FRANCE against the Asian's ire When I his Vertues read Acts so great Which Him so high among the Saints haue set And heere belowe so lasting glory wan I iudge them scarce Works of a meerly Man But of an Angel in Mans shape bedight To shew the World the Way of Vertue right Amaz'd to see among so many Sinnes As fatally the Court breeds beginnes Among so many Pleasures whose sweet Baits Intrap the wariest with their wylie Sleights A KING to curbe him so in Power supreame To vvatch him Selfe so with such care extreame As not to taste Delight of any kinde Which Reason barrs a braue and noble Minde But so vpright in VERTVES track to tred That euen in Earth a Heav'nly Life he led For neuer was there more accomplisht KING Whose royall hart had more replenishing Of Princely Vertues fit for Powerfull hand Or to be wisht in Mindes of High Commaund Nay would the Heavns their Treasures all prodâ—cinâ— All Gifts of Body of Minde conducing Mould for Mankinde a Prince or Potentate Worthy to gouern th'VNIVERSAL State â—â—ey could not giue the World We much lesse â—h One more worthy with more due Addresse â—take into his Royall hand the Helm â—ormfull Times so apt to ouer-whelm â— much the Star which rules in Birth of Kings â—en He was destin'd to These manegings â—de and propitious in His heart connext â— feare of GOD loue of IVSTICE next â—RTVES whose habit Happinesse doth nourish â—â—kes CoÌ„mon-Wealth flow The Church to flourish â—es best for Base to each illustrious State â—es mightiest KINGS calm Crowns fortunate â—seth their Subiects feare them louingly â—pes Them in Dangers euer danger-free â— the Almightie printing in their Face â—le Maiestie sweet Terror dreadfull Grace â— heaping
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High