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A cypres garland For the sacred forehead of our late soueraigne King Iames. / By Hugh Holland.
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Holland, Hugh, d. 1633.
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A Cypres Garland For the Sacred Fore-head of our late Soueraigne KING IAMES By Hugh Holland P. Ouid Nase Infaelix habitum temporis huius habe LONDON Printed for Simon Waterson MDCXXV ⧠TO MY LORD THE DVKE OF BVCKINGHAMS Grace Whom God Preserue PRIVATE acknowledgment may not satisfie for Publique curtesies And what more publique then a Kings presence Very glad therefore I should haue bin of the least opportunity to expresse my thankfulnesse and much more grieud at the heart I am that now I haue so iust occasion But all the Noble Fauours which I haue receiued at your Gracious Hands I haue layd vp in a gratefull Heart It was you that led me by the hand nor once nor twice to kisse that awful Hand of his to which I durst not haue else aspired With what sweetenesse and brauery the Great Majesty of Brittaine imbraced then his meanest Vassal and those my humble Compositions Our young Souereigne then Prince of my Country your Grace and the Honourable Lords then praesent perhaps remember sure I am I can neuer forget And if I do let my right hand forget her cunning But I will represse my selfe least I may seeme to haue pickt occasion rather to boast my selfe then to bewaile him And yet in spight of mine owne modesty in spight of others malignity in the approbation of Iames the great I do I must I will euer triumph His Majesty to me did much grace and faine to his memory would I do some Glory Oft to my comfort I spake or wrot to Him now to my griefe I only write of him This Elegy vents more sorow then wit For in wit the lesse I was to labour in whose roome matter had succeeded If it be too longe thinke that my teares haue drouned my inke if it bee too short thinke that my sighes both inke at once and teares haue drayned With his Hâ—â—â—hments at Westminster I also offer vp my Pen consecrating the life thereof to Him and him to aeternity I wil conclude with publique vowes With vowes X and with vowes XX. So with X. so with XX. The God of Iacob proiect all his Elixar of blessings vppon the Sonne and Seede of IACOB That King CHARLES may euer liue in the fauour of God your Grace in his and I in yours Your Graces seruant in much affection HVGH HOLLAND A CYPRES GARLAND FOR the Sacred Fore-head of our Late Soueraigne King IAMES WHo now wil reade my Rimes with exceding Sweet grace accent mend them in the reading So would be praise the manner the matter Nor did they him he rather them did flatter For with his sugred lips my eares he charmed And with his snowy Hand my lips he warmed But now the frost of Death my heart hath chilled My blood is through my eyes to teares distilled His Ague hath me whole that for enditing I neither haâ—â— a head nor hand for writing Great Britany that knowes no other bounders But Heau'n and Sea lost lately Both her Founders My Master King of Armes by mans apointment My Soueraign King of Peace by Gods anointment Oh that my Soueraigne had bin longer liued Or had my Camden yet a while suruiued With Angells quill what else can reach his glory To write this mortall God's immortall story But in that other world which neuer endeth Him with his Lords his Herald he attendeth How many Great ones here not meanly graced In thirteen months the dance of Death haue traced Three Earles two Dukes a Marquis a Baron Who then may scape thy boat vncurteous Caron Besides young Wriothsly whoÌ„ the Earle his Father Then to suruiue chose to associate rather Two of the House were Stewards iust and loyall But of the Realme Iames was the Steward royall In cares no lesse then Name but euer heedefull To furnish it with noble things or needefull If Heau'n and Earth did all their Forces muster You should not finde a gentler nor a Juster The flower of Kings the King of flowers is wasted The Rose of England in the Spring is blasted When in the Ram his beams young Phaebus scatred The Ram of death the Fort of Phaebus batred Yet hath Breda thrice three months siege endured Is life no more in peace then warre secured Great Britaine and Breda haue lost their Maisters Alas that heere they were no longer lasters Of Peace and Warre the ornaments are spoyled Their faces Death and not their fame hath soyled The one with peace which Mars the other sided Yet neither were in life nor death deuided Both in a yeare too late they were ingendred Both in a yeare too soone to death surrendred But with my plaints why should I others mingle The sorrow which I suffer is not single His Holland hath no need my teares to borow Enough is me to share in Englands sorow Nor haue they so much inke on vs bestowed For all the blood which from our brests hath flowed Why was the fatall Spinster so vnthrifty To draw my third foure yeares to tell and fifty Why did not Atropos in peeces rauil My string of life and cut it with my Nauil Curs'd be the day that I was borne and cursed The nights that haue so long my sorows nurced Yet griefe is by the surer side my brother The child of payne and Payne was eke my mother VVho children had the Arke had men as many Of which my selfe except now breathes not any Nor Vrsula my deere nor Phil my daughter Amongst vs death hath made so dire a slaughter Them and my Martyn haue I wretch suruiued But all their deaths my Soueraigne's hath retriued Each yeare moneth weeke day houre I loose some fleeces So from my selfe and all I part by peeces The whilst I stand in controuersy whether More Sigh and weepe I or the winde and weather This is the yeare that all good hearts hath galled Let it no yeare of IVBILE be called This is the moneth of Mars to him so bloudy Because he still the arts of peace did study This is the dismal day the sea'un and twenteth That of no kinde of Spring or sweetnesse senteth When as the Sun no Sunday that nor holy Did set at noone and was ecclipsed wholy Was neuer March so moyst had heau'n refrained From teares our eies more then enough had rained And yet oh furious oh infernall Feauer So great so pretious dust no March had euer Yet in this moneth how haue the Fates revolued The great Eliza went to dust dissolued Yea in this moneth his glorious Anne expired And droun'd his eies through which his heart she fired Her liuely cheekes were like two louely spouses And bare the mingled badge of both the Houses For howsoeuer now we see it coyned K. Iames the Realmes and she the Roses ioyned This Sun and Moone betwixt them did ingender A Starre that both their lights alone doth render Young Charlemaine the ioy of either nation Great by his birth and good in expectation His Fathers throne ô may he long
inherit His Heire in blood his Successor in merit With cares with feares at home vntost vntroubled His Fathers longest reigne in his be doubled But if vn-friends abroad our peace affritghten In armes so will he thunder and so lighten That all the troupes before his face shall tremble And more their malice then their feares dissemble My Liege my Lord my transitory treasure Amid these worldly woes a world of pleasure You now a triple Crowne haue in possesion Yet must the same demisse to your succession But may that day then all our dayes be later Yea turne the world to fire now turn'd to water But had you twenty more imagin rather Your gaine the lesse by loosing such a Father You are a liuely Statua of that Quarry Whereof was also hew'd your brother Harry Your Sister Marie and your Sister Sophey Death ouer them erected hath a trophey And now my griefe I can no longer smother Remarried are your Father and your Mother Prophaner heeles on sacred foreheads trample At VVestminster we daily see the sample VVhere now do lie their bones but voyd of 〈◊〉 For whom this Isle and Ireland were too narrâ—â—â— Man is but onely Proclamation building All but on clay though some haue gayer 〈◊〉 And Kings are made what else so e're we clatter To nobler ends but of no nobler matter Of limmes or lineaments so strong or hansome Who breaths that from the graue his head may ransome RemeÌ„ber this my Liege them remember Of whom now head of all you are a member Con you the lessons which he gaue your Brother Perhaps at parting too he gaue some other For rule you must a people of that brauery That can nor brooke all freedom nor all slauery God prosper you for God must be the grounsell And send you still an vnderstanding Counsell That they may giue and keepe with hearts vnhollow And that you counsell may discerne and follow The Giuer deepe the Follower yet is deeper But Cabinet of counsell is the Keeper And those of you shall euer most be loued VVho lou'd your Father whose Faith he prooued His heart profound his tongue was prompt ready His head for counsels fit not counsels heady His eares to sutors open were and heedy So were his hands but some were ouer greedy He neither husband of his wife deceaued Nor of their husbands many wiues bereaued Nor any Fathers made nor Mothers harmed His brest no Mars vniust nor Venus warmed To blacke reuenge his edge was also blunted For after human blood he neuer hunted And when for exercise the fields he rainged Minerua seem'd into Diana chainged His kingdome was of wits in euery knolledge An Academy and his Court a Colledge VVhere Cynthea sometimes shone Apollo's sister Apollo selfe did with the Muses glister Be proofe his prose and well accented Sonets To which the brauest witts may vaile their bonets Not euery day nor euery yeare I tro it Is either borne a King or yet a Poët The best of either him but hardly matched In euery nest the Phoenix is not hatched No King with matter fit his Muse could furnish No Poët could his Kingly actions burnish His Holy Soule to see the parts and factions That in the Christian Corps made such distractions VVas inly vext for as his Pen hee wreathed With endles bayes his sword he would haue sheathed VVithin those bowels that in part haue eaten Thine Heritage ô Christ and all do threaten Of Christendome though hee abhord the cumbers A battell yet he sung in haughty numbers That all may gather how that Heauenly poëm Was of his great intentions but the proëm Lepanto which he did so loudly warble That it surmounts Messina brasse and marble When heau'n the childe of Austria so inflamed That halfe the Turky pride he quickly tamed While he and his of Heau'n Earth were parters For Earth the victors had Heau'n the martyres A happy man to do such acts renouned But happy more to leaue his acts so crowned Eliza faire with hers in forraigne regions Who marched in the front of many legions Perhaps but hardly knowes of her disaster But ill Report then goodâ—ay flyeth faster Then you my Lords of Holland looke vnto it Let nonâ— it tell and punish them that do it Least when Report this in her eare hath rouned Your Country with her teares and theirs be drouned The Rhine with all his waters sad and sable To waile her huge misfortune is not able Then you great Lord that were to me so gracious In twenty weekes a time not very spacious To cause me thrice to kisse me thrice your depter That hand which bore the Lilly-bearing Scepter Yet needed none who thinks it is too silly His Arme the Scepter was his Hand the Lilly Command the seas the seas you haue in keeping As Admiral to helpe vs in our weeping You of the greatest Isle no petty piller Who beare the name of George the Dragon-killer Ah! could not you and could not all the Order That Dragon-Feuer hunt out of that border Was euer King or Maritine or Mercian Before this heard to dye but of a Tertian Can vulgars scape the dropsie scape the Phthisik And is there for the Crowned head no physicke Oh subject state of Kings to hard condicions Betwixt our flatteries and their owne suspicions Whose mindes to practise on the flatterer spares not But on their bodies the Phisition dares not Our brests the Surgeon opens with their bowells And mutes before will then be sounding vowells Malignant Feuer hence and get thee further To beastly men who take delight in murther Among the Turkes abide among the Tarters And folke that would infest the Christian quarters On Infidels or Pagans go and glut thee But if thy fellow-Canniballs rebut thee Then with thee take the Plague thy cosin-fury Hence and in hell your selues for euer bury But Lord why should we liue a minute longer For saue the Truth what then a King is stronger The King is dead yet this the Law denyëth And saith the King of England neuer dyëth But Iames is dead and he the kingdome guided The Person and the Office are diuided This and his virtues from his Seede to seuer May Fates be able neuer neuer neuer O would his Spirit now my senses rauish But this desire of mine is too too lauish I would inchant the world with these my Muses That haue no Life but what his Death infuses In euery Land to make no long rehersall Of Peace he was a Iustice vniuersall Peace as a present to the Realme he breathed And as a legacy the same bequeathed VVhich his Executor will see performed VVhat though the Nations haue a little stormed King Charles will folow still his Fathers humor And stop the Rage of warre if not the Rumor That Man of God that God of man applyëd His heart to peace so liued and so dyëd FINIS