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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13454	Great Britaine, all in blacke for the incomparable losse of Henry, our late worthy prince / by John Taylor.	Taylor, John, 1580-1653.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1612 (1612)	STC 23760.5; ESTC S1372	5,939	26

GREAT Britaine all in Blacke FOR The incomparable losse of HENRY our late worthy Prince By Iohn Taylor LONDON Printed by E.A. for I. Wright dwelling in Newgate Market neere vnto Christs Church gate 1612. HENRICVS PRINCEPS SEe here the portraite of that matcheles wight Whose valour paralel'd the God of fight At Tilt at Barriers both with sword and speare He made his hopefull prowesse oft apeare His shadow 's here the world his substance misses That was this Isles Achilles and Vlisses His soul 's inthroan'd aboue Heauen 's spangled frame And earth 's adorn'd with his resounding fame TO THE RIGHT WORSHIPFVLL AND MY MVCH ENDEERED FRIEND Sir Robert Dowglasse Knight TO thee I consecrate these mourning lines Of Royall Henries sad vntimely hearse For want of whom this Kingdom weeps pines With sighs and grones and eye-bedewing verse I know his losse thy manly heart did pearce And mongst thy woes this woe exceeds the worst I know thou rather had'st death's Iaueline fierce To saue his life thy loyall heart had burst But t is our fortunes and our fates accurst Amid'st these daies of sorrow to suruiue And life 's vnpermanent all trustles trust Is fled from him who kept our hopes aliue But let sweet patience subiugate your sorrow A heauy eu'ning brings a ioyfull morrow Your Worships euer most obseqiuous Iohn Taylor GREAT Britaine all in Blacke NOt any Poets all-reuiuing pen Can write vnparalel'd Prince Henries praise Nor can their Muses call him backe againe Whose liuing vertues shine like Titans raies Had I a quill of that Arabian wing That 's hatcht in embers of Sun-kindled fire VVho to her selfe her selfe doth issue bring And three in one is Young and Dam and Sire Oh that I could to Virgills veine aspire Or Homers Verse that golden languag'd Greeke In polish'd Phrases I my lines would tire Into the depth of Art my Muse would seeke Meane time she mongst the linguist Poets throngs Although she want the help of Forraigne Tongs To King IAMES Since such great praise is due vnto the Frute There 's greater laude belongs vnto the Tree Then in thy Glory how can men be mute That knowes such Glorious Branches sprung from thee For if such honour to the Fruit we owe The Tree deserues more whence this Fruit did growe To Queene ANNE Thou fruitfull Vine thou blessed-bearing Queene From whome these Oliue Branches sprouts and springs Thou that by Heauen so Royaliz'd hast beene To be Childe Sister and a Wife to Kings Long maist thou liue that all the World may know Thou art the Stock whence Maiesty doth grow To Prince CHARLES Great Sonne of Greatnesse I the Heauens implore That heere thou maist haue long and happy daies That ere aboue the Skies thy Soule shall sore Thou maist atchiue thy famous Brothers praise And when mongst Saints thy Father takes his seat God make thee then great Britaines Charles the Great To the Princesse ELIZABETH Thou whome this Ile and Nations neere and farre Admires for Angell-forme and Saint-like minde VVhose Vertues shine as doth a fixed Starre From Thames vnto the farthest part of Inde All Heauenly blessings raine on thee on Earth And make thy fortunes Great as is thy Birth To the Count PALATINE Most mighty all-beloued louely Lord Warrs patterne and a Patrone vnto Schollers Great Brittaine doth a Iewell thee afford More rich in price then all the Germane Dollers Liue euer happy with thy ioyfull Gem In Earth and in the new Ierusalem TO GOD. Last vnto thee that art both First and Last For his deere sake that conquer'd Death and Hell I doe beseech thee headlong downe to cast All Traytors ' gainst these Princes that rebell Blott from thy Booke of life their impious Names That seeke subuersion of Monarking Iames. AEquinoques on the deceased Prince HENRIE To write Great Britaines woe how am I able That hauing lost a peerelesse Princely Sonne So wise so graue so stout so amiable Whose Vertues shin'd as did the mid daies Sunne And did illustrate all our Hemispheare Now all the world affoords not him his pheare His Royall minde was euermore disposd From vertue vnto vertue to accrue On good deserts his bounty he disposde Which made him follow'd by so braue a crue That though himselfe was peerelesse many a Peere As his Attendants daily did appeere In him the Thundrers braine-borne daughter Pallas Had tane possession as her natiue Clime In him and his terrestriall heau'nly Pallace VVas taught how men by vertuous deeds shall clime So that although his yeeres were in their spring He was true honors fount and vallors spring So firme so stable and so continent So wise so valiant and so truely chaste That from his Microcosmos continent All Heau'n abhorred hell-hatch'd lust was chac'd He ran no vicious-vice-alluring race To staine the glory of his Royall race His soule from whence it came is gone againe And earth hath tane what did to earth belong He whilome to this land was such a gaine That mem'ry of his losse must needs be long All states and sexes both the young and graue Laments his timeles going to his graue Man murdring death blind cruell fierce and fell How durst thou gripe him in thy meagre armes By thy rude stroake this Prince of Princes fell Whose valour brau'd the mighty God of Armes Right well in peace he could of peace debate Dreadles of dreadfull danger or debate Robustious rawboand monster death to teare From vs our happy hope we did enioy And turne our many Ioyes to many a teare VVho else might ioyfully haue liu'd in ioy As wind on thousands all at once doth blow By his deaths stroake so millions feeles the blow Well could I wish but wishing is in vaine That many millions and amongst them I Had sluc'd the bloods from euery flowing veine And vented floods of water from each eye T' haue sau'd the life of this Maiesticke heire VVould thousand soules had wandred in the ayre But cease my Muse thou farre vnworthy art To name his name whose praise on high doth mount Leaue leaue I say this taske to men of Art And let his soule rest in sweet Sions Mount His Angell spright hath bid the world adue And earth hath claim'd his body as a due Epitaphe Heere under ground great HENRIES corps doth lye If God were pleas'd I would it were a lye Iohn Taylor GREAT BRITAINES GREATEST WOE OR AN Elegeicall Lamenting Poem for the incomparable Losse of losses of HENRIE our late hopefull PRINCE SIghs grones and teares assist my Muse to mourne His death whose life all vertue did adorne Whose aged wisedome and whose youthfull age Was second vnto none that 's wise or sage So old in sapience so young so graue To be transfer'd vnto his timelesse graue Melpomene thou sad'st among the Muses Possesse my soule and make mine eyes like sluces Or like the restles torrents of the Thames To gush forth flouds of neuer-ending streames For this magnanimous heroicke Prince Let euery one their