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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

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

Death Shall stint thy glory with thy breath For when with them lowd fame decaies Silence shall whisper out thy praise CONSOLATIONS for and to the King GReat King in sorrowes now aswell as STATE Whom Fortunes grace makes most vnfortunate For no more fauour could of FATE be had Than such a Sonne whose losse makes Fate as bad This string sounds deadly I le not touch it more Least that my Salue more hurt then heale the SORE Be now a KING of Kings for Sorrowes raigne In Thee o're whome become thou SOVERAIGNE The more like GOD Kings be the lesse they grieue Or ioy for ought that ioy or griefe doth giue For highest pow'r in weakenesse best is showne Than sith no weakenesse can vphold a CROWNE Let thy high vertue that doth three sustaine Represse strong griefes that but in weakenesse raigne The more th' affront of FATE the more appeares The vertue of the pow'r that well it beares No King should be how e'r he be distrest Lesse than him-selfe or like him-selfe at least But no King breathing more distrest could be Than thou hast beene yer thou couldst breath to see Thy mortall danger And when after-ward Thy Case by horrid treasons was more-hard As being in the very Mawe of DEATH Yet in concoction Fate preseru'd thy BREATH And yet it s said of thee eu'n then thou wer 't In shew a Caesar and a King in Heart Than thus being vs'd beyond thy birth vnto The deep'st distresse and Seas of Sorrowes too Say to thy Pilot Hope in Stormes extreme Th' hast Caesar and his Fortunes go with them Thy desprat Plight of yore yet safe restor'd Should make thee thinke thee safe though ouer Borde And thy like Sorrowes such as Kings do kill Should keepe out others be they what they will No Heauinesse that Atlas-Mind or'ethrowes That can Heau'ns ioy vphold in worlds of woes Nor that Herculean Spirit that can support In Hell of Ills a Heau'n of good report As farre as Heauen doth Earth nay more by odds Gods thoughts transcend the thoughts of mortal gods Then by proportion theirs should so are more high Than highest thoughts not rais'd by MAIESTY The Heart of Heau'ns great MONARCH still is free From Passion so should SOV'RAIGNES likewise be That would be lik'st him no Ambition higher Yet iuster farre in deed than in desier But Oli'ts easie well by force of Art To prompt the sicke to Speake and Act their part Yet hard most hard to do it after-ward But to highst powres should nought but Ill be hard Seuere Torquatus did his Sonne mis-do For charging 'gainst his Chardge his brauing Fo Though he wan fame and conquest than sith HE That was as daring yet was ruld by Thee Is for our breach of Heasts much more deuine Ta'ne hence by highest Iustice not by thine Be thou the Patient sith the Agent Heau'n Thee of thy Sonne hath for it selfe bereau'n And let no Pagan passe a Christian Prince For Morall-Grace or pious excellence Th'all-seeing Soule of Iudgement so long knit Vnto the actiue Body of thy Wit Knowes more then WIT can thinke to ease thy Griefe Then let that Soule now animate Reliefe And weigh deere Soueraigne on your Life depends The weale of many stangers subiects friends If sorrow then should waste your Powr's of life You soone might leaue them in a World of strife And make the STATE that now you hold in peace From Vnion fall to Faction peece by peece That y'er it stand as now it doth it may From Faction fall to Action and decay Then all that are committed to your charge With Eyes that feares and Teares do ouer-charge On you do looke and by those lookes say thus Pitty your selfe if you will pity vs And still we Hope you make a Conscience too Vs in your selfe with dolor to vndo Sith of you IVSTICE will our liues require If through your fault they should in Yours expire Philip of Spaine but for his Commons good So sai'd by some to death on his owne BLOVD Did floate his SONNE HEIRE to al his Crowns So for his Subiects peace his sonne confounds Nay God himselfe his deere Sonne did to death To saue his seruants O! then shall the BREATH By which we breathe be spent in SIGHES because Thy Son to Death obai'd great NATVRES Lawes When of the FOVNT of Grace and Glory Thou Hast such a GLASSE thy selfe to see and know Than with thy selfe thy Subiects loue thou so That with thy selfe thou doe them not o'rethrow Through thy much Grief which makes them most to smart For see'ng thy Sonne but mortall as thou art NATVRE we wot by her too wayward course Will fal if not vpheld by Sour'aigne force To Grieefs redundance for lesse CAVSE by ods But Kings aboue her be sith they are Gods Then though thou fre'st be through the DIGNITY Thou art most Bound to Grace and Maiesty When NATVRE then would make thee erre as Man Thou canst not stir from these do what She can Vnlesse thou wilt infring the Bonds of GRACE That put and holds thee in thy powrefull PLACE KINGS sacred Things haue other Minds Hearts Than others haue that play inferior Parts For some will for their Subiects good define Than for their good wilt thou not liue with thine Codrus who ware th' Athenian DIADEM Did as thou know'st die willingly for them Than shall a King inferior farre in State In vertue passe a greater Potentate Great God fore-fend that HE who is so GREATE His Subiects Hope in 's pow'r should so defeate On this Worlds stage thou plaist Gods Part And at thine Action eu'ry Eye doth fling KING Great The sharpest Beames of Obseruation Than If thou would'st haue applause aboue a Man Or not exposed be to base esteeme Bee as thou Art a God! at least so seeme Be strong then God-like KING and act this Part Of sorrow so as though it mooue thy HEART It may no Action mooue vnfit for POW'R Of greatest Brittans greatest Gouernour God proues His throughly y'er he them approues So tries before he trusts likes y'er he loues Yet none can take the foile that combats WO Vnlesse he yeelds before the Ouerthrow For if to fight he but in wil be prest Heau'n giues his courage force his force the best To such their Wish achiues that Victory Whose glory farre beyond their wish doth flie For Grace will nere be wanting to our will If to our selues Will be not wanting still That thou retir'st thy selfe when Heau'n doth frowne Doth rather raise then sinck thy high renowne For Clossets must enclose vs when in Wo We reckon with our God for what we owe. Good Kings are leaft alone when most alone For stilnesse is the staidnesse of their THRONE Henry the Fourth of France had hee beene still Rauilliack then had found no King to kil And all the World had from his WORTH repos'd In pious acts the better beene dispos'd For as a Beacon on an hill aspir'd Although it stand alone yet

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