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A03204	A funeral elegie, vpon the much lamented death of the trespuissant and vnmatchable king, King Iames, King of Great Brittaine, France and Ireland, defender of the faith Who to the vniuersall sorrow of the princes his allies, his owne kingdomes and people, expired the 27. of March, anno 1625. in the yeere of his reigne 23. Written by Thom. Heywood.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1625 (1625)	STC 13324; ESTC S106115	9,794	31

Title scorne These did thy other vertues much adorne Thy brest of all these Iewels was the Mine Markes of true Honor all And all these Thine And since their number farre exceeds thy dayes I thus conclude Thy Honours woorthe all prayse Next him the Noble Hammelton a Man Whom let detraction doe the worst it can With no despightfull callumnie can brand A mighty prop and collume of the Land Whose death so much lamented well approues Him dennison'd in all the peoples loues Nor was there euer any Northerne Peere Better deseru'd or more bewailed here From these I now descend vnto the last That followed them in death the Lord Belfast A Souldier and a Counseller of Warre Who though he went where no such turmoiles are The Fates thought fit to send him as forerunning To tell the Saints the King of peace was comming Now thou most gracious and all dreaded power To whom ten thousand yeeres are as one houre And ages lesse then Instants that in measure Do'st spare or punish If thy heauenly pleasure So thinke it fit but yet thy will be done Spare thou the rest still to attend his Sonne How may we best consider this great crosse So many lands lament vnlesse the losse We rate at highest and to vndertake That taske it were impossible To make Value of lands we may of gold of treasures Iewels and Honour nay of wealth and pleasures Set a full price of our owne liues we may And how much we esteeme them Nay euen they That enioy Scepters Crownes and Kingly state May their great glories and abundance rate But neuer Him All these man may enioy Which if he lose it can but one destroy But this priuation is so generall As if all were but one it toucheth all Oh Royall Sir beneath whose potent sway So many Kingdomes peaceably obay How deepe it wounds each loyall subiects brest To thinke vpon your losse aboue the rest T' imagine you sit mourning mongst your Peeres Your selfe heart-sad their eyes all glaz'd in teares Let all their eyes vnto their owne hearts turne And weepe to thinke that you haue cause to mourne Yet why should the least sorrow touch thy heart That the sole hope of many millions art Or wherefore should the least offensiue brine With their salt watrie drops moyst those faire Eyne Yet Nature will haue course Kings and Kings Sons Must all obey to passion for it runs Th'row euerie veine and with internall zeale Despight the brest it from the heart can steale Sighs and sad throbs norspares it Princes eyes But euen from them drawes teares at obsequies But let not one of my weake parts possest Dare search the sorrowes of a Kingly brest Now ere that you your moistned cheekes can dry The newes for still bad tydings swiftest fly As farre as Holland will artiue and there Who can expresse the sorrow shall appeare To see a great Kings daughter in her pride Of Loue and Beautie and by her faire side Her hopefull Issue prettie Infants playing They as not capable of her dismaying Or what themselues haue lost but when they spie Her change of lookes with a pearle-dropping eye Distracted and confus'd For who can blame Strange extasies in her to heare such fame Those little soules for companie to weepe To see her fall those teares she cannot keepe What heart so obdure in all her Princely traine At this sad sight will not in felfe complaine Making the soule within the bosome melt Bee 't but to see the pangs that she hath felt Amidst this dolefull Quire next to behold The Princely Pfaltzgraue vnto whom it s told The cause by this in whose heroicke brow You may like passion read perplexed now Whether in his staid thoughts to comfort theirs Or adde to griefe with his owne sighs and teares Me thinkes I see both in his lookes prepar'd But which shall first breake forth to ghesse 't is hard Me thinkes I heare the passionate Ladie cry Oh what a losse King Charles hath and what I What England Scotland Ireland and what All Suruiuing his lamented Funerall Oh you his ioy the Peeres selected pleasure Offorraigne Climes the praise of ours a Treasure On whom your Maker hath his bountie shewed And Heauen with all choyse graces hath endued Whom euen the Angels loue and men admire Made vp with what perfection can desire From Earth or Heauen your health and beautie spare He sainted liues his vertues crowned are The whilst we daily of hie Heauen importune You may increase in grace and blessed fortune Proue thou a Prophet Muse say 't is decreed All Christendome may flourish in your seed And excellent Pfaltzgraue may your loues perseuer That these our Nations may admire you euer Diurnally augment but not decline Till Heauen that gaue you vs make you diuine But doth not Denmarke thinke I doe 't some wrong T' haue stayd you in the Netherlands so long Not to take view of the great sadnesse there The blacks they both in hearts and habits weare Excuse me Mightie Christerne if for haste To come to thee I almost had ore-past Two Princely Germane Ladies both like neere T'expir'd Queene Anne and to thy selfe as deere But on their griefes why should I further dwell Since I haue onely a sad tale to tell And th'row the world there is no place assign'd Where for the present I can comfort finde For he that to a sorrowfull heart shall come And without comfort had as good be dumbe To search a desperate wound and haue no skill In stead of curing he as soone may kill Where others grieue and I my selfe complaine Seeking to ease I shall but adde to paine Then better to be silent●… be 't not yet Offensiue if I loth am to forget Oh Mars-slarr'd Denmarke your fraternall loue To our deceast Queene Anne now shrin'd aboue When hath it often nay scarse once beene seene So great a King to see a sister Queene And for no other reason but to please His eye with her bright glorie twice the Seas T' haue crost with danger his Maiesticke state Safetie and ease leauing to tempt his fate 'Gainst tempests gusts and the swolne surges wrath Nay all the fearefull terrours Neptune hath Not all the Oceans frownings and affrights Could stay him from th'inticements and delights He tooke in her sweet sight Whirlewinds nor wrack No feare of surge or billow kept him backe All these exprest his loue but for Queene Anne His Sisters death his sad laments who can My weaknesse I confesse and therefore leaue it To some that can more feeling passion giue it And come vnto her gratitude whom Spite Nor Enuie can accuse She to requite His magnitude of loue to giue it name To all posteritie and whence it came Her Palace which to her great charge and cost She then repair'd as there delighting most With goodly structures beautified and wall'd Late Somerset now Denmarke House is call'd Doe but obserue I intreat one thing with me

A FVNERAL ELEGIE LONDON Printed for Thomas Harper 1625. A FVNERAL ELEGIE VPON THE MVCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE Trespuissant and vnmatchable King King IAMES King of Great Brittaine France and Ireland Defender of the Faith Who to the vniuersall sorrow of the Princes his Allies his owne Kingdomes and people expired the 27. of March Anno 1625. In the yeere of his reigne 23. Written by Thom. Heywood Tibul. Lib. 5. Eleg. 2. Non ego firmus in hoc non hac patentia nostro 〈◊〉 frangit fortui corda dolor LONDON Printed for Thomas Harper 1625. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE EDWARD EARLE OF Worcester Lord of Chepstoll Ragland and Gower c. Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter Lord 〈◊〉 Seale and one of the Kings most Honourable 〈◊〉 C●…fort THe continuance of your fauours and necessitie of my dutie Right Honourable as hauing beene the vnchanged Patron of all my weake and vnperfect labours that haue beene published euen from the first to the last haue compeld me bowsoeuer troublesome to your more serious and weightie designes to make this affectionate presentment of my long seruice and yet still due to your Lordship in these mourning papers Assuring my selfe that you who reioyst in so incomparable a Kings life will not refuse to ●…rtaine this sad Elegic of his death For euen amongst the greatest 〈◊〉 best of their vertues this is nor held the teast to have bec●… compossionate and heart-sad for the lamented losse of our so gracious and so good a King whose wisdome and his the whole earth not equall Account at ●…seech your Lordship is your 〈◊〉 grace and elemencie this solemno Obsequie performed to Him and obliged affection celebrated to you wishing you as many happie future ioyes as for King 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 been or shall hereafter be wept Funerall teares Thomas Heywood To the sad Reader TO thee Compa●… Reader 〈◊〉 I pay My lost of Duties at this Bayall●… 〈◊〉 For best of●… 〈◊〉 better give me Ieame Some thing to speake which I intraint recaine With as prepar'd and well-dissasta 〈◊〉 As it is freely to thy I haue obseru'd and still me thinker I see Beneath this goodly and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tree Now ruin'd and Vnder his shadow By his protection cheer'd and kept aliue Their growth and beauties multiply and thriue Sweld with increase their boughs on him depending Laden with ripe fruits to the ground euen bending Hath shadowed from the Winters bleake extremes And in the Summer the Sunnes scorching beames Yet this faire Dodon Oake late all-commanding Hath in his mightie ruine left them standing And not as we 〈◊〉 seene great buildings fall Crushing and Now Bettred to this day by his former graces Others by transplantation higher rear'd And to more eminence in Court preferr'd Excepting still those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That sought to sute his fauours with their merits Since some 〈◊〉 ●…rrely by him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To such great worth and goodnesse 〈◊〉 Rites due and needfull as For such a royall Patriot fr●… 〈◊〉 came Excuse me euen the weakest if I 〈◊〉 Not knowne to him that onely from him grow To others profit Yet neuer tasted of his And this 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Reader 〈◊〉 Now if thou please to teares prepare thine eyes A Funerall Elegie DOubly at once despoil'd where shall I borrow T' expresse one priuate grief a two-fold sorrow Oh thou of all the nine the saddest Muse Whose Inuocation I of force must vse Giue me direction in what Funerall straine A Subiect may a Soueraignes losse complaine It were too little should we weepe whole Seas And sigh huge tempests what alas could these Or could we to our selues assume a powre To drop vpon the earth a greater mowte Then made the generall deluge t were too small Sufficiently to weepe his Funerall Let the Gangetick shores their Emperors boast Or where Chiaspes is renowned most Let Tanais speake of Princes neere it bred Let Granicus that of Darius dead Keepes memory or such as crowne the stile Of Potentates bred by the Riuer Nile Sca●…der shew thy worthes or thou Rine Thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or faire Tiber thine The all 〈◊〉 Caesars Let that stood That in the greatest compotence 〈◊〉 stood For Ancestry that flowes through France or Spaine They for priority shall 〈◊〉 in vaine Since about the●… or thy Londons Thames Hath bin ma●… glorious by the great King IAMES He than the Romans with the Greeks compar'd And punctually their amplitudes declar'd Of such as werain veriucs anteoelling Their greatnesse and their goodnesse paralelling Though in his search of Annals he might finde Matches and likes in fortunes and in minde For Iustice Mercy Bounty Wisdome Glory Or for what else could dignisie a Storie Obserues no equall to Him mourned here Who as he liu'd so dyde without compeere For sound in struction and wise document He might haue bin a remark'd president To th'Sages of whose memory euen Greece Is proud to this day more then of their Fleece For what by any of them hath boene done Like to his gift bequeath'd vnto his Sonne Had graue Hartenfius in his time so Fam'd Or Cicero by some before him nam'd Heard his smooth ●…oquence which was 〈◊〉 But their●… 〈◊〉 laboure●… and premoditante They would have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 as forhemring To giue his Languages delightfull hearing The Academics both his fluence praise And worthily did laurtace him with Bayes In Parlaments phat were by him acci●…ed Where then the members with the head vinted Sate in delibe●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Of pol●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and deepe designet of State You might observe them in his words inelining As to an Oracle He still diuming Nothing but ●…mmongo●… did beb●… speak The wisest there to him to 〈◊〉 foem'd weak His apprehensions and concepcious growing Like Hydraes heads for with continuall flowing Conceirbogot conceit by all admir'd As still in course and yet at no time tyr'd No phrase but was an Apotheg●… Inn●… New and unwearied to bego●… Nothing that slipt him but to be inrold By pens of Diamonds in rich leaues of Gold But whether this so said 〈◊〉 depriuation Be for the many sin●…es of this our Nation Or for our great Ingratituds not estimating So great a blessing inther vnder-rating This gemme beneath his value as possest Of mighty wealth like Mysers nay the best Yet in this height of fulnesse did not 〈◊〉 it To others good but in our selues abuse it Or to what else our losse we may impute This all-good-speaking Oracles are mute Yet haue his vertues in their last bequest Departing to his cuerlasting rest To recompence the silence of that tongue Which might haue still his own deseruinge song Behinde him left to all succeeding dayes Myriads of pens and tongues to sound his praise I onely yet speake to y●… how he spake But of his actions who shall notice take Shall finde them if they but consider well As farre as good works good words to excell His Machination●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 common things Leauing a president to after Kings Of which he onely and

alone might boast That seeming to doe least he still did most The King of Peace this King did imitate Who planting it in our domesticke state Did labour it in others remote hence Sparing therein not counsell nor expence But so his purpose to his Sauiours suited Who the command of peace first instituted Knowing no better president to finde He where he left vs left his peace behinde Yet as the couchant Lyon when he lyes Downe to repose and rest ne're shuts his eyes Hee the like prouidence about him kept And still wakt for vs when he seeming slept For when whole Christendome was vp in Armes Frighting the fearefull Subiect with alarmes Nations distracted euen the great'st abilitie Of the most potent weakned with hostility Drums each where thundring the Canon roaring Proud victory tweene doubtfull battailes soaring While horrid warre in his extream'st of rage Fill'd both the streets and fields with blood and strage How haue these late afflicted Kingdomes wondred To see vs in our blessed Goshen sondered As freed from Egypts plagues no way distrest Yet they with all calamities opprest Ruins attending them on vs increase Still multipli'd by this faire King of peace Wherefore should I thus labour to commend Him whose renowne is datelesse without end Subiect to no expression their least straine Not within compasse of the pen or braine Scarce dare I further in his praise proceed Being a proiect that in me doth breed Amazement onely as so far aboue My weake performance that the more I loue The more I feare for as a moderate light Comforts the eye and benefits the sight But view the Sun in 's glory and we finde That his more perfect lustre strikes vs blinde 'T is eath t' apply His worth being so diuine In all respects and so defectiue mine Yet shall my loue so farre outstrip my feare Rather to dare then breake abruptly here Ere I proceed let me a little borrow Space to collect my selfe high drown'd in sorrow Beware the Ides of March 't was a prediction To him that had the whole Worlds Iurisdiction Iulius the first of Caesars who declin'd Iust in the houre that was before diuin'd In th' Ides of March the blest Eliza fell The famous Mother of our Israel In March Queene Anne a Princesse much admir'd As much lamented in her death expir'd Now lastly in these ominous Ides of March Is snatcht away our strong and glorious Arch As violently by death from vs extorted By whom three mighty Kingdomes were supported And had he not an Atlas left behinde Succeeding him in potency of minde In vertue goodnesse royalty of State And all things that a Sonne may imitate So great a Father in so iust so wise So rare a Phoenix suddenly to rise Out of his Ashes in a Time so small We likewise had bin crushe beneath his fall Oh ominous Moneth thou didst our losse presage When with thy windy and obstreperous rage Thou vsher'dst in the Spring yet I commend Thy going out thou lest'st-ys as a friend And fellow mourner as to all appeares Parting with vs in many showres of Teares In strange varieties of stormy weather Snow raine haile windes and in all these together Weeping and sighing But O King t' attend thee How many Noble seruants did death send thee As harbingers before to view the place Where thou art anchor'd now the land of Grace Richmond and Lenox Duke whose memory was Worthy to be ingrau'd in Iron or Brasse For his inimitable modesty And what doth grace euen Princes honesty Integrity of life nay euery Thing That might become a kinsman to a King It was the noble Earle of Dorsets taske To make one likewise in this dolefull maske And much more cause we should haue still to need him Had he not left behinde here to succeed him So braue a brother one so good so wise In all true Noblesse him to equalise Then Lenox Duke a brother him succeeding Alike indow'd as of one birth and breeding In this the partiall sisters were too blame To take him hence so soon as giue him name Now Duke now dead stooping to th' earth his knee Ere he could well expresse what he would be Then Nottingham a Pilot who did steere Englands once dreaded Nauie many a yeere Who though he cut his cable ere he dyde Brought here his Ships in a faire Port to ride Henry Southamptons Earle a Souldier proued Dreaded in warre and in milde peace beloued Oh giue me leaue a little to resound His memory as most in dutie bound Because his seruant once His worth exprest Can no way be detraction to the rest HENRY WRIOTHESLY Earle of Sowth-Hampton His Anagram Thy Honor is woorthe all praise A short Elegie vpon the ANAGRAM THy Honour 's woorthe all praise 't is true the same By which we Anagram matise thy name Thrice Noble Henry which let me define And first shew wherefore Honour next why Thyne Last from thy Ashes vrne to build and raise A Monument to proue it Woorthe All prayse If onely that bare honour here were ment Which Heraldry allowes thee from discent And onely that inherent vnderstood Which lineally Nobilitates the blood It rankes thee equall with the great'st of Peeres Deriuing thee from long forgotten yeeres But that 's thy least though some affect it most Of that which is not ours why should we boast The noble seedes in our fore-fathers sowne May well be tearm'd our Grandsires not our owne But happy those their Ruins can repaire And husband still their Names from heire to heire Wriothesley was such in all things striuing To gaine a Name by Arts and Armes suruiuing Beyond all Marble which at this time weepes Vpon the bed where now this worthy sleepes Cambridge thy pupillage thy youth the Court And singularity that can best ●…opprt Of thy braue valour Ireland witnesse can Writing thee Souldier euen as soone as Man And what as natiue was in thee begon Thy valour left success●… to thy Son Let Belgia mourne with vs a double losse Your gold repur'd thence you haue left them drosse Let me looke backe againe to Ireland where Me thinkes I see thee a braue Cheualeere Commanding others and so farre extend Thy worth as onely to be tearm'd the friend Of Noble Essex such thy friendship was Deseruing to be character'd in Brasse And euer read shrield with a stentor's breath 'Twixt you it liu'd and parted not in death Thy patience in thy troubles thousands sing Thy innocence the goodnesse of the King Crown'd at 's inauguration whose free grace Suited thy merits both with gifts and place And thou whose wisdome seem'd obscur'd but late Thought worthy to be Councellor of State And honour'd with the Garie●… we fuide then Kings through the brest see more then common men Religion which becomes a Statesman best Was in thy bosome planted and irop●…est Without all schisme or faction charitie Deuotion bounty noble curtesie Which many sweld and pust with

To shew the loue and vnanimitie Betwixt our Royall King and blessed Queene What more remarkt a president hath beene As if the heauens to shew his loue vnto her And that in death againe he ment to woe her Haue so ordain'd that though he dide romoce Some miles from hence not all vnworthy note Euen to the very place by death assign'd her His breathlesse corps as hoping there to finde her Should be conuer'd whether at his bequest Or that th'mscrutable powers so thought it best I 'am ignorant yet this assur'd I am She went from Denmarke house he thither came From thence as in one Temple they were wedded So in one place to be together bedded But into forraigne Countries I was growne So farre that I had nigh forgot mine owne As if we had not Country Court and Citie All to b'included in this mournfull dittie Therefore in this griou'd synod I comprise The poore the rich the ignorant the wise The Noble base the Citizen the Swaine Who all and all aronce his losse complaine But were their grid●… like yours thrice Noble Sir In whose more sad view this sad character I giue to safe protection it would moue M●…ble or Adamant or what 's aboue These in relentlosse hardnesse Corsicke stone Flint Iron Copper Steele or that which none Can paralell in 's kinde and nothing but It selfe can worke to beauty mould or cut The Diamond could it partake your passion 'T were possible euen that to frame and fashion Iust as the fire doth wax nay which is more Euen drop it into Teares you did adore His state and maiostie for by his grace You stood before him in high eminent place But loth at this sad season should I be To put you honour'd Sir in memory Too much of that of which so much your brest Is to your more infirinity possest Our generall comfore is he 's but translated From earth to heauon where he is now instated His peacefull soule hath giuen his foes the foyle Death wher 's thy sting Hell wher 's now thy spoyle What should I now hauing the greatest past Dwell on tholester they may weepe as fast Though not so fully for the greater farre The persous be the greater their griofes are Pause 〈◊〉 a while his funerals to deploce Some other that can better praise him more A short Consolatory Elegie alluding to the happy and blest succession of the hopefull and most Royall CHARLES the first King of England stiled by that name SVnshines succeed blacke tempests calmes a storme The Heauens that in themselues haue vniforme Mix cares with pleasures ioyes with discontent As if to moralise they thus much ment Presume on nothing Things incertaine are Nor in thy most deiectednesse despaire Long tedious fasts in men consumptions breed Continuall surfets make vs loath to feede That we may both disgest with more facility They haue ordain'd the Lady Mutability To soueraignize on earth as meerely sent To tell vs that there 's nothing permanent Sicknesse attends on health a fall on pride Againe there is no ebbe but hath a tyde All this th' inconstant Moone can teach vs plaine Growing to th' Full declining in her waine The heart of man doth still affect varietie And yet in nothing can it finde satietie There 's emptinesse and fulnesse Flux and wast Yet Man in neither thou assurance hast Rest followes labour Day succeedeth Night And now my blacke page I will change to white The Kingly Prophet who the Psalmes compil'd Left us a pres'dent mourning for his child Who ●…oulst the ●…ufaut on his death-bed lay Was groueling on the earth did fast and pray But after seueu daies when he saw hope past That his so much belou'd had breath'd his last He that had all that time abstain'd from meat From his teare-watred couch arose and ear Being askt the reason the wise King replide I had some hope of mercy till it dyde By prayer and fast his weaknesse to restore But now in vaine I should lament him more By humane power I neuer heard or read Sackcloth and ashes could reuiue the dead But as Hee instantly perswaded sorrow From all such eyes as teanes from his did borrow So our Kings obsequies perform'd and done Cast eyes of ioyes on his successiue sonne The bitter sadnesse I before pursude Thus with the tragicke Poet I conclude Tibi crescit omne Et quod occasus vides quod ortus Paree venturis Tib●… Mors par●… Sis licet segnis propiramus ipst Prima qua vitam dedit Horacarpsit An Acrosticke vpon the most happy Inauguration of CAROLVS IACOBVS STVARTVS our dread Lord and Soucraigne C harles Iames succeeds King Iames in his true Right I n Maiestie Globe Scepter Sword and Crowne A Royall Sonne to giue great Kingdomes light A fter his Fathers set and going downe R adiant and shooting farre may his beames flye C ompassing Lands where Britain's name's scarce heard O uer all ciuill States remote or nye O uer all Seas may his great power be fear'd L ong may his growing glories 'mongst vs last B lest with a fortunate Nestorian Reigne V ertue in which his Father all surpast V nchang'd a Legacie with him remaine S hould I all panegyries put in one S uch as of th' ancient Heroes haue beene writ S ure it might be conferd on him alone T ruth tels me he so truely merits it V aliditie of body Heauen long send him A rmour of proofe protect him from Inuasion R eligion zeale and pietie defend him T o guard and guide him vpon blest occasion V nto my King I dedicate this Oad S ince in his brest all vertues haue aboad FINIS ●…on Dorot. Loabwi●… 〈◊〉 Duke of Rubmmond and ●…my The Earle of Dwset The Lord 〈◊〉 Duke of Lenox Charles Earle of Nottingham Henry Earle of Southampton The Lord 〈◊〉 oth fly son to the Earle Hen y Robert Dt●…ax Earle of Essex The Mirqueste of Him●… Sir 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lord Belsalt The L●…die 〈◊〉 Fre●… 〈◊〉 P. Psalizgr●… Christerne K. of Denmarke Duict esse of San●… Ducctetle of Binns●…cte the Kings sisters A memory of Queene Anne