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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08184	Expicedium [sic]. A funeral oration, vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memorye, Elizabeth by the grace of God, Queen of England, France and Ireland. Written: by Infelice Academico Ignoto. Wherunto is added, the true order of her Highnes imperiall funerall.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1603 (1603)	STC 18520; ESTC S113213	7,804	22

Greekes were so passionate what should wee bee in the losse of Elizabeth our peace-maker and Princesse whose perfections are entombed in her enemies teares whose losse hath made the mightie weake the prudent diffident the rich suspitions the poore amazed and all sorts hardes Pelopidas vertues were onely the obiects of Greece Elizabeths the wonders of the world he onely a subduer of a Cittie or prouince she the terrour of many kingdomes hee onely wonderfull in an Angle She famous in the worlds fayre Anglia But alas why talke I of death in so diuine a subiect she liues as yet in the hartes of her gratefull subiects because they might not dye with her liuing they keepe her aliue in their louing hartes the memorie of her death in their teares her name in their tongues her wordes in their eares her liuely Image in their lasting imaginations her mightines in her is an admirable miracle where nobilitie in the vitious is a grieuous infamie Heere like a true Ioseph hath she lost this cloake of mortalitie to obtaine an immortall Crowne of glorye and to escape the embracements of the lewde worlde How happily hath she cast off the prison of her mortalitie how happy is she by death that is deliuered froÌ„ the troubles of life The enamoured Thisbe to flye from the iawes of a hungrie Lyonesse cast off her vayle that shadowed her shoulders so this beloued of Christ to escape that Lyon of perdition that raging wandreth to seeke whom he may deuour hath disburdened her selfe of her earthly ornameÌ„ts hath choakte the rauenous enemie of mankinde by casting her earth in his teeth Happy happy Elizabeth that hath forsaken the Babilon of this world to obtaine her Countrie the heaueÌ„ly Paradice The Moone as the Philosophers write is ecclipsed by the shadow of the earth and nothing more obscureth the soule then this prison of the bodye Since therfore our Elizabeth hath cast off her earthly vayle to get a heauenly Priuiledge let vs moderate our passions by imagining her felicitie since what she lost was not in her possession to keep and what she hath is a greater purchase then coniecture can apprehend The generous young man Crates forsooke his possessions to buye an heritage in Philosophye Diogines left his Countrie and house Democritus lost his eyes to apprehend knowledge How farre better a match hath our Soueraigne made that for her possessions in earth hath got the Paradice in heauen that for her earthlye prison hath attayned a heauenly mantion that for her eyes that beheld the vanities on earth hath gotten the meanes to beholde the paradice of heauen Plato in his lawe interdicted the vse of lamentation in Funerals neither thought he it requisit to lament publiquelie or conuey the Coarse to his Tombe with teares and sorowfull exclamations because as the Philosophers say teares yeild no remedye in tribulation But had Plato liued to beholde these times and considered the blessings we possessed whilste she liued how carefully she guided the helme of common-weale and faithfully defenced her Countrye from nouations how prouidently she fore-stalled the audacious designes of her enemies how constannly she with-stood her greatest dangers he would doutles haue remitted a great part of his austeritie and saluted her Hearse with some lamentable Elegie There is a Lake as Aristotle reporteth neere vnto the riuer of Eridanus wherin if any Poets fiction may beare credit of faith proud Phaeton being strooken with lightning was finally drowned The water of this Lake is in qualitie hot in odour greeuous fearfull in beholding Heerof no creature drinketh but he dyeth heer-ouer no bird flyeth but he is drowned Of the nature of this riuer is her losse we lament for The proudest enemie that beholdeth it is drowned in confusion The teares that are wept on it blinde the eyes with their scalding The odours that perfume her Hearse are of the nature of vapours drawne vp by the Sun which ascend in fume but desend in shewers He that beholdeth this Hearse how can he choose but feare since ouer it he may meditate on the vncertainties of life what brutish or sauadge nature beholding this sight and feeding his eyes on her Monument but will dye with sorow or what soule houering in the ayre ouer this disconsolate Hearse dissolueth not into teares if exempted soules may be subiect to passions I am amazed and can no more and your iudgements shall require no further discourse at my hands the reason is because others glories may be expressed in words and writings wheras hers cannot be aptly described but in wonder and silence I will therfore supply with my teares what I fayle in my wordes if any aske why I end so abruptlye let the Poet answer who can truly iudge of passion Curae leues loquntur ingentes stupent A true Subiects sorowe for the losse of his late Soueraigne I Ioyne not handes with sorowe for a while To soothe the time or please the hungrie cares Nor do inforce my mercinarie stile No feigned liuerye my Inuention weares Nor do I ground my fabulous discourse On what before hath vsually bene seene My greife doth flowe from a more plentious source From her that dy'd a virgin and a Queene You Cristall Nimphes that haunt the banks of Thames Tune your sad Timbrils in this wofull day And force the swift windes and the sliding streames To stand a while and listen to your Lay. Your fading Temples bound about with vewe At euery step your hands deuoutly wring Let one notes fall anothers height renewe And with compassion your sad Naenia sing Graces and Muses waite vpon her Hearse Three are the first the last the sacred Nine The sad'st of which in a blacke tragique verse Shall sing the Requiem passing to her shrine An Ebon Charriot to support the Beere Drawne with the blacke steedes of the gloomy night Stooping their stiffe Crests with a heauie cheere Stirring compassion in the peoples sight The Pyle prepard where on her body lyes In Cipresse shadowes sit you downe forlorne Whose bowes be dew'd with plenty of your eyes For her with griefe the Branches shall adorne Let fall your eye-lids like the Sunnes cleere set When your pale hands put to the vestall flame And from your brests your sorowes freely let Crying one Beta and Elizas name Vpon the Alter place your Virgin spoyles And one by one with comelinesse bestowe Dianaes buskins and her hunting toyles Her empty quiuer and her stringles bowe Let euery Virgin offer vp a teare The richest Incence nature can alowe And at her tombe for euer yeare by yeare Pay the oblation of a mayden vowe And the tru'st vestall the most sacred liuer That euer harbored an vnspotted spirit Retaine thy vertues and thy name for euer To tell the world thy beautie and thy merrit Wher 's Collin Clout or Rowland now become That wont to leade our Shepheards in a ring Ah me the first pale death hath strooken dombe The latter none incourageth to sing But I vnskilfull a

Expicedium A FVNERAL Oration vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memorye Elizabeth by the grace of God Queen of England France and Ireland Written by Infelice Academico Ignoto Wherunto is added the true order of her Highnes Imperiall Funerall LONDON Printed for E. VVhite dvvelling neere the little north doore of Paules Church at the signe of the Gun 1603. Epicedium A Funerall Oration vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memory Elizabeth by the grace of God Queene of England France and Ireland written by Infelice Academico Ignoto IF the sighes of the heart were conuerted into eloqueÌ„ce of the tongue as in the instruments of breath the spirit is exchanged into soun'd I would desire right worthy Auditory that all those sighes which are assembled together in your brests might be centered in my heart to the ende that my defect of eloquence to expresse this fatall accident might be supplyed by my increased sorrowes so happily conuerted into discourse But since this my conceited desires may not be reduced to act my wish were that this floud of teares that makes his channell through our eyes might like a riuer of fit discourse flow from out my lippes to the ende that the forecible weight of the same being inritched by these supplyes might plant amazement in your eares to heare the flowing eloquence of my tongue and the boundles number of her praises But why spend I my breath in wishes or to what end fashion I my desires to be greater then my power since your reuerent silence that attendeth my discourse is sufficient to giue worth to the weaknes of my performance and her vertues worke wonder in the meanest Orator But because a good life maketh only the graue happie and the glory that is deriued to after ages dependeth on the actions of fore-passed yeeres Let vs discourse a while on that Elizabethes life whose death wee lament with such hartie complaints She was borne of a father of famous memory Henry the eight deriued from a mother of great vertue Anne Bullem and descended so royallie and from so mightie Princes that Europe knew not her equall eyther in birth bewtie or perfection Greater then Alexander she was for the world which he subdued by force she conquered by loue her beautie was so great that it rather was enuied then equalled beloued then praysed admired then described Her power so great that whole kingdomes were affrighted at her name and many rich countries made happy by her protection her learning so admirable that as from east and west many nations resorted to Rome not for any wonder they expected in the Cittie but onely to beholde Liuy So many from all parts repayred to her kingdome where eyther they were inchaunted with beauty amased at her greatnes enriched by her bountie confirmed by her wisdome or confounded in their Iudgments Her chastitie so great that the question is whether the conquest of her enemies wrought her more fame or the continence and gouernement shee had in her selfe more merrit In a word she enioyed so much grace as all the graces possessed not together and hee that had the grace to see her grace accompted it his happinesse to be so graced The desires her beauty kindled her modesty quenched the attempts which ambition inteÌ„ded her constancie ouercame The peace which al kingdomes affected her pollicy effected and her state which her greatest foes enuied her wisdom maintained her countrie was the fostresse of banisht men the sanctuary of the distressed the harbour of the wronged the enricher of her allies the bane of her enemies in aword the world had nothing more praise-worthie in it then that it knew her I will not rip vp the rare perfections of her youth neither her fatall daunger before her comming to the Crowne nor her sundrie good fortunes in the gouernment of her kingdome nor the continuance of her peace nor the prosperitie of her warres least the memorie of these things added to her losse should make our sorrowes stronger then our sufferance could admit of But for my owne part I may say this of her that if this Soueraigne Princesse had dyed among those ancient Thracians who wept at the birth of their children and sung and feasted at their deaths they would haue changed their custome and bewayled her infinitely For by her death alas what miserie are wee not acquainted with wee lost that head whereof wee bee the members the gouernesse of our fortunes and felicitie the life of all our peace the death of all our ioy Since her departure Justice scale is distempered prudence mirrour is dimmed strength's pillers are shaken Temperance vessell is emptied the Oliue that peace bare is leaueles the oyle of mercy is wasted liberalities hands are closed the head of magnificence droopeth pittie hath hir smiles changed the lawes are silent and pardon tongueles Alas what should I say if Petrarch knew not in what Sphere of Planets to lodge his Lawra how shold I guesse in what order of Angels I should plaÌ„t our Elizabeth dead she is but so dead as she is pittied by death himselfe who being senceles and passionles towards all other creatures yet hath afforded her this priuiledge to liue in our sorowes And to giue her place in heauen what mortall appreheÌ„sion dare presume since in earth our best hopes are wrapped in feare and trembling and no man can beget that being for another which hee cannot assuredly hope for himselfe what shee was whilst shee liued wee iudge but by the out-side the sence must informe the intellect before he can determine what she is for the earth we know for the soule we leaue it with the Platonists to infinitie wherein God that knoweth best of truth can informe truth When Pelopidas the Theban after he had manfully combated against Alexander Pheraeus was vnfortunately and mortally wounded the report is that the Thessalians that were present at that battell neuer laid aside their armour nor drewe the reyne from their horses neither tyed vp their woundes vntill they had lamented him armed and heat in the conflict they ranne to comfort him halfe breathles they clipped their horses manes they shaued themselues if colde made them chill the fier of their zeale would not suffer them to kindle fire in their tents their sorowes shut vp their stomacks from receauing meate silence and mourning possessed the whole armie And they that had gotten a victorie ouer fame by their conquest by the losse of their generall became slaues to their affections when the Cittie 's heard of his losse the magistrate and meane men the Prince and Plebeian came out to meete him they fixed Crownes on his Hearse cast flowers on his coarse stroue how to honour him being dead that had so faithfully fought for them in life yea his enemies contended with the conquerer for Funerall thinking it a blessing to enioy his bones whose valour had restrayned their ambition If for Pelopidas the warriour the

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