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A15651
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Prince Henries obsequies or Mournefull elegies vpon his death vvith a supposed inter-locution betweene the ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine. By George Wyther.
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Wither, George, 1588-1667.
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shall escape for so Iehouah wils The stormy Winter of ensuing ils Elegi 15. I greeue to see the woefull face o th' Court And for each grieued member of the land I greiue for those that make these greifes their sport And cannot their owne euill vnderstand I also greiue to see how vices swarme And Vertue as despis'd grow out of date How they receiue most hurt that doe least harme And how poore honest Truth incurreth hate But more much more I grieue that we doe misse The ioy we lately had and that he 's gone Whose liuing presence might haue helpt all this His euerlasting Absence makes me mone Yea most I grieue that Brittans hope is fled And that her darling braue Prince Henrie's dead Elegi 16. Prince Henri's dead what voice is that we heare Am I awake or dreame I tell me whether If this be true if this be true my deare Why doe I stay behind thee to doe either Alas my Fate compels me I must bide To share the mischiefes of this present age I am ordain'd to liue till I haue tride The very worst and vtmost of their rage But then why mourne I not to open view In sable robes according to the Rites Why is my hat without a branche of yeugh Alas my mind no complement delights Because my griefe that Ceremonie lothes Had rather be sad in heart then seeme in clothes Eleg. 17 Thrise happy had I bene if I had kept Within the circuit of some little village In ignorance of Courts and Princes slept Manuring of an honest halfe-plough tillage Or else I would I were as young agen As when Eliza our last Phoenix dide My childish yeares had not conceiu'd as then What t' was to loose a Prince so dignifide But now I know and what now doth't availe Alas whilst others merry seele no paine I melancholy sit alone and waile Thus sweetest profit yeelds the bitterst gaine Why 'cause it came by the forbidden tree And good things proue not that ill gotten be Eleg. 18. When as the first sad rumour fil'd my eare Of Henries sicknes an amazing terror Struck through my body with a shuddring feare VVhich I expounded but my frailties error For though a quicke-misdoubting of the worst Seem'd to fore-tell my soule what would ensue God will forbid thought I that such a curst Or ill-presaging thought should fall out true It cannot sincke into imagination That He whose future glories we may see To be at least all Europes expectation Should in the prime of age dispoiled be For if a hope so likely nought auaile vs It is no wonder if all other faile vs. Eleg. 19. Againe when one had forc't vnto my eare My Prince was dead although he much protested I could not with beleefe his sad newes heare But would haue sworne and sworne againe he iested At such a word me thought the towne should sinke The earth should downe vnto the Center cleaue Swallowing all in her hell-gaping chincke And not so much as Sea or Iland leaue Some Comet or some monstrous blazing-Starre Should haue appear'd or some strange prodigie Death might haue shownt ' vs though 't had beene a farre That he intended some such tyranny But God it seemeth did thereof dislike To shew that he will on a sudden strike Eleg 20. Thus vnbeleeuing I did oft enquire Of one of two of three and so of many And still I heard what I did least desire Yet grounded Hope would giue no faith to any Then at the last my heart began to feare But as I credence to my feares was giuing A voyce of comfort I began to heare Which to my fruitles Ioy said Henrie's liuing At that same word my Hope that was forsaking My heart and yeilding wholy to despaire Reuiued streight and better courage taking Her crazed parts so strongly did repaire I thought she would haue held it out but vaine For oh ere long she lost it quite againe Elegi 21. But now wy tongue can neuer make relation What I sustain'd in my last foughten field My minde assailed with a three-fold passion Hope Feare Dispaire could vnto neither yeeld Feare wil'd me for to vew the skies blacke colour Hope said Vpon his hopefull vertues looke Dispaire shew'd me an vniuersall dolour Yet fruitles Doubt my hearts possessiion tooke But when I saw the Hearse then I beleeu'd And taking breath thus fell to vowelling Beside to show I had not causeles greeu'd I saw a note of his embowelling There 't was subscrib'd they found he had no gall And like enough for he was sweetnes all Eleg. 21. Oh cruell and insatiable Death Would none suffice would none suffice but he VVhat pleasure was it more to stop his breath Then for to choke or kill or poyson me My life for his with thrice three milions more VVe would haue giuen as a ransome to thee But since thou in his losse hast made vs pore Foule Tyrant it shall neuer honor do thee For thou hast showne thy selfe a spightfull fiend Yea Death thou didst enuie his happy state And therefore thoughtst to bring it to an end But see see whereto God hath turnd thy hate Thou mean'st to marre the blisse he had before And by thy spight hast made it ten times more Eleg. 23. T is true I know Death with an equall spurne The lofty turret and lowe Cottage beats And takes impartiall each one in his turne Yea though he bribes prayes promises or threats Neither Man bruite plant sex age nor degree Preuailes against his dead-sure striking hand For then ere we would thus dispoiled be All these conioyn'd his fury should withstand But oh vnseene he strikes at vnaware Disguised like a murthering Iesuite Friends cannot stop him that in presence are And which is worse when he hath done his spight He carryes them so farre away from hence None liues that 's able for to fetch him thence Eleg. 24. Nor would we now because we do beleeue His God to whome indeede he did belong To crowne him where he hath no cause to greeue Tooke him from death that sought to do him wrong But were this deare beloued Prince of ours Liuing in any corner of this All Though kept by Romes and Mahomets cheefe powers They should not long detaine him there in thrall We would rake Europe rather plaine the East Dispeople the whole Earth before the doome Stampe halfe to pouder and fier all the rest But for to help vp proud aspiring Rome Spight of her powder with our counter-mines Blowe her aboue the Alpes or Appenines Elegi 15. But what shall we goe now dispute with God And in our heart vpraid him that 's so iust Let 's pray him rather to withdrawe his rod Least in his wrath he bruise vs vnto dust VVhy should we lay his death to Fate or times I know there hath no second causes bin But our high-flying-crying-dying crimes Nay I can name the chiefest murth'ring sinne And this it was how ere it hath bin hid Trust not