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A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

Each-where kills in hunting Carloman ● Caue Caligul● Aristobulus Bath by th' Altar Philip Iulian Camp in Councell conquering IVLIVS 46 Death seeks th' Aemathian from Nero flies One in a Shallow drownes who Seas did scape An Emperour in eating Mushromes dies A Holy-Father in a Harlots lap 47 No hand but serues Death's turn Edric by 's Mother Alboin by 's Wife Aristo by his Friends By 's owne Son Baiazeth Conrad by 's Brother Mustapha by his Sire Self Cato ends 48 Death diuersly makes him familiar heer Henry the Black a bit of Bread could fine A King of Goth's died in a Tub of Beer Thalis of Thirst of Hunger Antonine 49 Death euery-where in euery thing distils Her fell Despite Fire Aier Earth Ocean Drusus a Peare a Fig Terpander kils A Fly in drinking choaketh Adrian 50 As soon a Souerain as a Shepheard's gon Men dying heer haue but one equall Quality By Birth and Death is Their Condition one Their Stay and State between make th' Inequality 51 There 's no Death Sodain to the godly Wise His heart goes out to meet all haps before VVhen he embarks he casts Wracks Ieopardies And when Wind serues nor He will rowe no more 52 Not knowing then When Where thy Death will snatch ●t Sea or Land young old Morn Noon or Night Look for it euer euery-where keep watch ●or what we look-for little can affright 53 If Infants oft no sooner breathe then die ● Good-men little-last and Wicked long ●e not too-curious in that Secret's Why ●h ' are stroaks of that hand w ch strook neuer wrong 54 VVhy Good men go and Why th'Vngodly stay ●ispute it not GOD hath permitted so Those die to liue These liue to die for aye These liue at case Those in a World of VVo. 55 If from thy Dayes thou but thy Nights subtract ●hy Sleep's thy Care 's thy Mawe's thy Muse's waste What thy Wife weareth VVhat thy Friends exact ●hy Griefs thy Sutes How short a Life thou hast 56 The Head-ach Tooth-ach Gout or Feuer rise Or Vlcer in the Leg Stone in the Reines By lingring Drops strains out the tedious Life Yet art thou loth that Death should rid thy Paines 57 Thy Term expir'd Thou put'st-off Payment yet And weenst to win much by some Months delay Sith pay thou must wer 't not as good be quit For Death will be no gentler any Day 58 Th' affaires of Parting poast not to to-Morn For on Delay Repentance waits with Woe The Wind and Tide will in a Moment turn All houres are good for Those resolu'd to goe 59 Grudging to die in flower of thine age Thou grieu'st to be too-soon discharg'd from Prison ●epin'st too-soon to haue don thy Pilgrimage Loth to haue-in thy Haruest in due Season 60 Make of thy Deeds not of thy Dayes account Think not how far but think how faire thou passest See to what Sum thy Vertues will amount For Life and Gold are chose by waight the massi'st 61 Life 's valued by th' effect not by the age The labour not the lasting praise it most Long hath he liu'd that liueth to be sage ●ood life too-often in long life is lost 62 Long Acts commend not most a Comoedi● T is still esteemed as the Parts are plaid ●o in our Liues not Yeers considered be ●ut worthy Actions by the Wise are waigh'd 63 Who grieues because he liu'd not heer yet born Hundred yeers is double worthy laughter ●t trebble He who at his Death doth mourn ●re not to liue a hundred yeers heer-after 64 Man 's not more Happy for long-liuing heer ●mber of Dayes doe not more Blisses bring ●ore Compass makes not a more cōplete Sphear ●round's a little as a larger Ring 65 And if that Death wait on thee protract ●h Vsurie shee 'll make thee pay it double ●y Ioyes in Dream thy Dolours still in act 〈◊〉 make long Life a long Repenting Trouble 66 If Hee that heer thee in his Vineyard hir'd Pay thee at Noon thy Wages full asmuch As Those that there all the whole Day haue tir'd Why murmurst thou why dost thou grieue grutch 67 He casts his Work well well his Work-men kens Thy Slackness Slowness Weaknes to hold out Therefore yer wearie he thy Way-fare ends Lest staying longer thou mar all 't is doubt 68 He giues our Task he again will take it Who Him vnwilling Him vnworthy serues Before he call 't is follie to forsake it And who-so leaues it to be left deserues 69 Or first or last on All this Stamp is set Early or late into This Port must Wee Who gaue the Charge ordained the Retreat One self-same Law did Life Death decree 70 The more the Body dures Soule more indures Neuer too-soon can Shee from thence exile Pure in she came there liuing Shee impures And suffers there a thousand Woes the while 71 The Soule is forc't within the Flesh to dwell ●n danger there shee liues sleeps in fear To hatch her Bird she needs must break her Shell ●nd think It neuer can too-soon appear 72 Soule blames the Body Body blames the Soule ●t Death surprising ends their Quarrell prest ●own goes the Body in the Dust to roule ●he faithfull Soule vp to th' eternall Rest 73 Death frees the Soule from Bodies wilfull Errors ●om the Soules Vices She the Bodie saues ●he Soule 's Annoyes are to the Body Terrors ●e Bodies Torments to the Soule are Graues 74 This Body is not Man His Stuff 's more fine ●s Beauty with Heau'ns Beauty hath Affinitie ●e Body dead That euer-liues diuine 〈◊〉 euen a Beam from the supream Diuinitie 75 If then the Soule so long Heer languishing ●hin the Bodie doe not gladly part 〈◊〉 hath forgotten her own Source or Spring ●d that She must from whence she cam reuart 76 But more then Death Death's Pain appalleth thee That 's but a Stream which swiftly vanisheth Ther 's as no Pain in that Extremitie For th'Body down doth nothing feele in death 77 Then quit those Fears that in thy Phantsie stick For violent Euills haue no permanence If that Death's Pain be keen 't is also quick And by the Quicknes takes away the Sense 78 To leaue thy Babes behind thy hart it gripes In Whose Thou shalt reuiue from lap to lap Happy who hath them for they are our Types And oft Who hath None 's happy by mishap 79 To leaue thy Wife thou wail'st wel worth excusing 'T's a necessary Ill Good stranger-like Which cleerest Eyes Self-wise too-oft mischusing In little Flesh finde many Bones to pick. 80 Th' art loth to leaue the Court's Delights Deuices Where None liues long vnbrau'd or vnabhorred Where Treason's Prudence where the Vertues Vices● Where som no Eyes wher som haue no Forehead 81 The Mariner that runs from Rock to Rock ●rom Wrack to Wrack dwelling in dangers rife Waue's Bal Wind 's Thral Tempest's Shuttlecock Would not exchange His for the Courtiers Life 82 The Court beguiles thee as black-Angel-Bands

whom as they past along A soft sweet Murmur for their Vertues blest Serued with Them each in her office prest That goodly Rising Sunne whose Rayes new spred So rathe a Spring of flowring Hopes haue bred And after both his fauourd Names were giuen The humane first then that they brought frō Heauen All in a ring about him did appeer Vnder the form of some faire Princesse neer Or some great Prince then present there in view To doe his Name the Honors iustly due Each cheering Him to follow for direction The Propertie Shee brings to Kings perfection Maist Thou said one as his sweet Eyes she kist Great-little Prince be of the Heav'ns so blist That though Augustus fortunes Thine surpasse Thy Fortunes yet may giue thy Prudence place Mayst Thou abound in royall Bountie so Another said that Traiane thou out-go May said another how my Hopes aspire Thy Valour one-day euen excell thy Sire May there said one one-day appear in Thee Thy Martiall Fathers match-lesse Clemencie And maist Thou frō thy Child-hood said another Exceed in Zeale thy Mother and God-mother ●n briefe Pandora-like Each offered there Their precious Gifts in Praesage as it were Till with aduantage gracious Heav'ns produce Their wished-Counsails into Act and Vse Grant God Almighty King of Kings that Hee When on These Thrones his royall Turn shall bee Hee may haue care t' accomplish euery-where What all our Hopes haue for him dar'd to swear And what his Looks Words Maners Motions seem ●n euery part to promise still for Him May Hee his People tender loue protect Delight in Iustice yield them her Effect May hee forbeare to over-charge their backs With novel Tributs or with need-less Taxe And let them see that of all Titles giuen To all the Kings that haue been vnder Heav'n Hee holdeth Good the best better then glorious Warrs-thunderbolt Earths-Terror Great Victorious Whose loftie sound makes Princes oft become Abroad more feared then belou'd at home High swells the Ocean when the Moon 's at full And with proud Billowes threats both Hill Hull But sinks againe and shrinks into his Bed When Cynthia mues her neuer-constant Head So swelling proud so surly browd the while So temper-lesse tempted with Fortunes smile Ignoble Natures are too-lightly pufft And with her Frowne as basely counterbufft Farre other be His firm and generous Mind Whether his Fate be curst or be she kinde Yea fawn-shee frown-shee firm indeed to none Be He still like him Selfe The same still one Still bountifull still milde-maiesticall And still vouchsafing free Accesse to all So that no Barre a Barbarous deuice But due Respect doo seuer Him from His. For be a Prince neuer so mighty Great If betwixt Him and His a Bar He set At length he sets one which scarce ought repaires Twixt their Affections his own Affaires ●eaue He to th' idle Pomp of Prester-Ians To miss-proud Sophyes and soft Asians That Care to keep their tawny Maiesties ●rom Subiects sight saue once a yeere or twice And let Him daily like the Sunne goe out To cleer and cheer the clowdie World about To doo the poore oppressed Widow right To help the Orphan ouer-born by might To ease the iust sighes of sad Labourers And alwaies like that best of Emperors Think That no Day or think it lost for nought Wherein he hath not some such Action wrought Or that he liues not then or liues in vaine Or as a Subiect not a Soueraine Consume not Hee in frivolous Expence What gold a iust Loue 's gentle violence Shall for his Succour in extream Affaire Force his poore People from their hands to spare Nay frō their mouthes nay rather frō their bellies Perhaps drawn-dry with Pump of former Tallies But rather counting it with some Remorse Not Gold but Bloud may He with greater force Abhor to lauish vpon idle Vaines His Subiects soule th'humor of their Veines That great King-Prophet so renownd for Song Once for the water of a Well did long Which at the Postern of a Citie rose Amid an Host of his most deadly Foes Three of his Worthies in despight of death Brake through their Armie euen to vnderneath The very vvall whereas the Well did spring Whereof they drew a portion for the King Then off againe they brauely come their waies Couer'd with wounds but more with worthy Praise And re-arriu'd in their owne Camp their Prize Vnto their Prince present in humble wise But He bethinking through how many deaths Those dreadless Champions had then fetcht their breaths In fetching of that wished Water so For all his thirst hee would not drink it tho For what is This said he but the hart-bloud Of These that Thus haue ventur'd for my good So to Gods will His willing to accord Hee offers it on th' Altar of the Lord. So may Our Prince another-day imploy The publique Treasure which with carefull Ioy His louing Subiects shall as ought the loyall Yield to support his Port and Charges royall ●ay Hee present to th'in-sight of his Thought With how much Sweat Sorrow it is bought What Rigor vsed in his Name perhaps ●xtorts it from oppressed Widowes laps ●rom wretched Crafts-men frō hard-racked Swains Whom Pouerty at her owne Mess maintains And in Compassion say with tender griefe ●his is my Subiects bloud my Peoples Life This must not then in idle Pomp and Play As vvater spilt be spent and cast away Then doubting lesse the damage then th' abuse Vow it to God as to the rightfull Vse And 't is to consecrate and vow it right And in a fashion pleasing in Gods sight To poure it out in Royall right Expence Either in War-works for his Realms defence Or for his Honor to all Times to seale His King-like Bounty Prouidence and Zeale Close-fisted therefore may He neuer be To the true Seed of sacred Memorie To Those whose lustre doth adorne Renowne And honors Kings more then their orient Crown To stately Structures speaking Eminence So as their Vse match their Magnificence To wall High-waies to heaw-down harmfull Ridges To paralel Eld's Aquae ducts and Bridges Found Hospitals or to endow them founded To stop Sea-Breaches where they haue surrounded To fence with Peers Piles of sundry sorts From Neptunes furie his importing Ports To build faire Shops for th' Helyconian Loomes T' advance Their Arts and giue chiefe Parts chiefe Rooms And as with liuing Nets by Benefits To catch both Valiant Spirits Learned Wits Millions of Verse haue sounded loftily The Prudence Prowesse Pitie Pietie And sacred Iustice of our Souerain Sir As diuerse gales their diuers Sailes did stir But not a Voice in low or loftie vaine Hath of his Bountie euer sung a straine Yet yeerly from his liberal hand hath come A million a more then Royall Sum Among those happy whom his Goodnes graces Or whom their owne in his opinion places Which of his Predecessors first or last In Gifts or Guerdons these ●a●e limits past Not one of them did euer reach so

Her Husbands Sorows did sad IVDITH share And IVDITH's Sorows her sad Husband bare The Husband did not his deer Wife controule As Tyrants rule but as the tender Soule Commands the Body not the same to grieue But comfort rather cherish and relieue Him IVDITH lou'd as Brother or more rather Feard as her Lord honord as her Father Their House for Order so religious ●eemd more a Temple then a priuate House There did no Mayd with merry-tricks intice The bashful Stripling to lascivious vice There did no drunken Groom sick Healths disgorge ●or against Heav'n blasphemous Oathes re-forge There no broad Iester no bold common Lyer ●o Gamester Thiefe Rogue Ruffin Apple-squier ●ad euer harbor but all Seruants there To their graue Rulers Rules conformed were MANASSES knowing what a Floud of Crimes ●urrounded all in His enormous Times ●specially what Euills Confluence Sad euen corrupted sacred Gouernments So that for fauour or for Mony more ●…ols Knaues Boyes Basest highest Burthens bore ●e modestly refus'd all Publique Charge ●olding him happy so free and at large ●arre from the Courts of State and Iustice too Quiet at Home his Houshold dues to doo Yet notwithstanding knowing too that none ●as euer borne so for himselfe alone ●…t that the best part of our dayes though few ●our Country Kindred our Friends is due No Magistrate Hee daily serv'd the State More then a hundred that in Office sate For in His House did sacred Iustice liue And from his Lips would She her sentence giue He euer was th' afflicted Poores Protector Widowes Supporter Silly-ones Director Orphans kinde Father Euery age Sex Sort Had from his hand some kind of kinde Support Neuer vain Thirst of the ' curs't Earth of Inde Made Him wound Water neither woo the Winde Neuer did Avarice his Life endanger With mercenarie Sword to serue the Stranger Neuer did Hee to Adverse-Clients sell A double Breath blowing to Heav'n Hell But strife-less vsing harm-less Husbandry Tooke of his Land both Stock and Vsury Of his lent Labours For somtimes by Line Hee plants an Orchard which he orders fine With equi-distant Trees in Rowes direct Of Plums of Pears and Apples most select Heer-there He Crab-stocks sets then grafts thereon Some stranger Slip inocculates anon Anon with keen Share the kinde Earth he shreds Anon the Vine vnto the Elme hee weds ●non he prunes-off the superfluous shoots ●non the Bodies pares then bares the roots ●or neither Dog-Dayes nor December's Ice ●ould keep Him Prisoner in his Chamber nice But as one-day his Reapers he beheld Who swelting swift the yellow handfulls feld ●ol from his head caus'd a Catarrh descend Which shortly after caus'd MANASSES End He that can number in November all ●he withered Leaves that in the Forrests fall ●ee that can number all the Drops in Showers Which Hyades Pleiades and moist Orion poures ●pon the Plaines may tell the Tears Shee shed ●or her deer Husband so vntimely dead ●he Wealth and Treasure he had left her kinde ● steed of easing more afflicts her Minde ●h'vse of his Goods still sets before her eies ●heir good old Owners sweet and gracefull guise ●ad She had all the Gold was gather'd ever ●n all the shoal Sands of the Lydian River ● had not been Rich being bereft of Him ●ithout Whō Wealth doubled her Woes extream ●d with Whō glad she would have born the crosses ●f wretched IOB's sad sodain many Losses Phoebus had thrice through all the Zodiak past Since His Decease Yet Time which all doth waste And cures all Cares could not her Griefs recouer For Losse of Him her deerest Lord and Lover Still therefore cover'd with a sable Shrowde Hath She kept home as all to Sorrow vow'd For for the most part solitarie sad Tears in her eyes sack on her back she had Griefe in her heart so on the wither'd Spray The Widow Turtle sighes her mournfull Lay Sole and exil'd from all Delights that move Chastly resolv'd t' accept no Second Love If any time IVDITH went out of Doore As Duty binds it was to see some Poore Some woefull Woman in deep Passions toyld For sodain Losse of her deer only Childe Some long-Sick body or some needy soule With needfull Comforts of her Bag or Boule Or else to go as GOD commanded Them To pray and Offer at IERVSALEM Thus deer Companion have I briefly show'n Faire IVDITH'S Story on whose Worth alone All eyes are cast but cannot tell you out Whether she goes lesse what she goes about ●t if we may from former things infer ●ghesse of future We may hope from Her ●me Happiness and sure me thinks her Cheer ● pleasant chang'd boads some good fortune neer ●th this Discourse the wakefull Hebrew Knight ●alking between wore-out the wearie Night IVDITH the while her Handmaid with her hies ●wards the Trenches of the Enemies ●r from the Fort She had a furlong gone ●e Heathen Scouts describ'd her and anon ●pake her Thus O! more then humane Beauty ●ence What are You What Cause hath hither ●o th' Assyrian Camp Alas I am brought ye ●ghing quoth She a woefull Hebrew Dame ●ho to escape so many Deaths or Thrall ●me here to yeeld me to your General Then to the Duke they lead her Who-so-e're ●th seen in Cities how they flock to hear ●me prating Montibank or see some Monster ●w brought from Africk or frō Inde may conster at presse of Soldiers from all parts did throng ●out his Tent and even prest in among see that compleat She so comely deem'd ●o the more look't on the more lovely seem'd Her waved Locks some dangling loose some part In thousand rings curld-vp with art-less art With gracefull Shadowes sweetly did set-out Her broad high Fore Head smooth as Ice about Two slender Bowes of Ebene equall bent Over two Starres bright as the Firmament Two twinkling Sparks Two sprightfull Ietty Eyes Where subtle Cupid in close Ambush lies To shoot the choisest of his golden Darts Into the chariest of the chastest hearts 'Twixt these Two Suns down frō this liberal Front Descendingly ascends a pretie Mount Which by Degrees doth neer those Lipps extend Where Momus Lips could nothing discommend Her ruddy round Cheeks seem'd to be composed Of Roses Lillied or of Lillies-Rosed Her musky Mouth for shape and size so meet Excelling Saba's pretious Breath for sweet A swelling Welt of Coral round behemms Which smiling showes two Rowes of orient Gemm● Her Ivory Neck and Alabaster Brest Ravish the Pagans more then all the rest Her soft sleek slender hands in Snowe bedipt With purest Pearl-shell had each Finger tipt In brief so passing Her Perfections were That if rare Zeuxis had but found Her there Or such another when from curious Cull Of Croton Dames so choisely Beautifull By many Beawties seuerally mett His cunning Pencil drew the Counterfait Of Her for Whom Europe and Asia fought This only Piece had he sufficient thought IVDITH no sooner came within the Tent But both her Cheeks a bashful

blacker shade they finde 89 Gifts Honors Office Greatnes Grace of Kings Are but the Vshers of Aduersity For their last mischief haue the Emmets wings And height of Health betokens Sicknes me 90 Youth hath more Lures more Traps more Trai● to I● Then Fouler Sins or Baits the Fisher-man Age would but cannot what it would fulfill Senex thou leau'st not Sin Sin leaues Thee than 91 Th' Eye tends to Bewty as the Centre of-it ●er the Eyes Heart and Affections drawe ●s hard to keep safe what so-many couet 〈◊〉 mens Desires Kings cannot keep in Awe 92 Good or Ill-hap that heer happens thee ●mes from Opinion which All-ruling seems ●nion makes vs Other then we be ●s not vnhappy who him happy deems 93 ●rom contrarie Effects is formed Sadnes ●h Smoak Smiles haue made the Eyes to water ●o sowe in Tears shall one day reap in Gladnes ●o sowe in Ioyes shall reap Annoys heerafter 94 ●s leaue out I and No in Conuersation ●rds now trans-posed and wax-nosed Both ROMES New Doctrine of Equiuocation ●ich giues a Lye the Credit of an Oath 95 ●riends now-adayes wake at the noise of Gain ●ees to Flowers as Crowes to Carion haste Flyes to Flesh as Birds and Ants to Grain Friends to Profit thickly flock and fast 96 Who reaues thine Honour scoffes if he presume T' haue don thee fauour that thy life hee left Why should the Bird liue hauing lost her Plume The rest is nothing when the Honor 's reft 97 Little sufficeth Life in th'vn-delicious The Sun for need may sometimes dresse our Victu● I blame alike the Cynik and Apicius This for his too-too-much That 's too-too-little 98 Too-oft is made too-ill Interpretation Of Word Deeds best meant built by Reason All 's euill to the Euill by Self-flation Whence Bees their Hony Spiders suck their Pois● 99 Happy the People where Iust-Gentle Prince-is Whose Sword is Iustice and whose Shield is Loue. For These Augustus Deified long-since-is And without These Kings Scepters maimed pro● 100 Good-hap Good-heart Fauour and Labour● Bring Men to Riches and to Honors heer But that 's the Way about To be born Great Is great Aduantage Not to buy so deer FINIS HENRIE THE GREAT The Fourth of that Name LATE King of FRANCE NAVARRE HIS Tropheis and Tragedie Written By PIERE MATHIEV Translated Dedicated 〈◊〉 the Right Honorable WILLIAM Earle of Salisburie By Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honorable WILLIAM CECILL Earle of Salisbury ●Esides the Bonds which did most Vowes engage To your deere Elders and besides the Due Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew apparant Vertues of Your April-age ●…leng'd of right This Poëms Patronage ●he rather sith we first receiu'd from you ●he speedy Notice no lesse quick than true HENRY'S Death through Hells dis-chained Rage saw this Sunne at his High-Noone-shine Set suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud Horrid Hap Who euer can forget 〈◊〉 Fate such Hate of one so Great so Good 〈◊〉 Iust Revenge roote out th' Ignatian Pack ●●e Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac IOS SYL. THE ●●opheis of the Vertues and Fortune of HENRIE the Great ●●nce first Apollo lent the World his light And Earth empregned with his heatfull might ●pe hath seene no Potentate no Prince Parallel Great HENR●●S excellence Terme no Time his fresh Renown shal shed ●er was King more dear neuer more dread ●oenix of Kings wonder of Christendome ●ng all past and without Peere to come Courage onely matcht His Clemencie should his Tomb to These Two equall be Spain France could not contain the same ●ch haue so often seen his feates of Fame ●s Life 's a lamp to Princes and a line ●rophey rear'd by Miracle diuine ●eater to all the Vertues built ●odly Garden with such plenty fild ●oisest fruits flowers that chusing there ●●ndance troubles more then Want else-where The yeer that EDWARD in Great Brittain dy'd That France beyond the mountains Spain defi'd That Therwin walls were thundred to the ground That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd I' th vvinter Solstice when the yeare is worn Within Pau Castle This young MARS was born Born for the Worlds Good as his Enterance Presag'd him then the HERCVLES of France To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd For as by chance bare-head abroad he playd At foure yeers old a Snake he finds kills At forty foiles the Hydra of our Ills. Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire His Sauce was Labour Exercise his Fire His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame Saue Heauens desire th' Honour of the same Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the birth Of th' happy Planet which praesag'd his Worth Predominant in his Natitiall When he became an Armies Generall Whose hottest flame without Him was but fume Nor but by Him durst any good presume He purchast Peace the which eftsoones was staind ●●th His Friends bloud his young soule constraind 〈◊〉 faine some Change of His Religion ●inseine Castle He was seaz'd vpon ●●d to the Court confin'd where discontent 〈◊〉 Spirit droopes out of His Element Escaped thence with restlesse toyle He tends 〈◊〉 saue the Side of his Afflicted Fiends 〈◊〉 peace again he bringeth all in vre ●●d Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure 〈…〉 th' after Crown who but between him stood 〈◊〉 now was He the first Prince of the Blood Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry 〈◊〉 threat his fortune and his force to try 〈◊〉 meets the danger with vndaunted front 〈◊〉 in foure yeeres beares ten braue Armies brunt 〈◊〉 with the might of a great Monarch grac't Thereof at Contras he defeats the last ●t last the King to extreame Streights reduc't 〈◊〉 ●oubt of all and daring none to trust ●●lores This Prince who rescues him from Tours ●●h iust Reuenge had yer many houres 〈◊〉 humbled Paris to her Princes yoake 〈◊〉 for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake After which stroak which all true French-men hate France sadly falls in a most wretched state VVho hath least Reason hath most Insolence VVho hath most Power hath least Obedience Nor Awe nor Law Disorder euery-where Good without hope and Wicked without feare Rebellion spaunes as fast as in the Spring Fruit-fretting vermine it doth Discord bring In Families dearth in Townes death in Field O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld Vnto that Hagge but Loyall to the Crowne Haue left your Heires Heires of a true renowne Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait As well may number Autumnes fruitful fraight And Flora's too Yet this great spirit of man Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean Seems a tall Ship which maugre Winds Waues In wished Hauen her her Burthen saues Hee 's neuer idle nor his Exercise Other than stands with princely offices MARS DIANA CVPID wait on Him Maugre his Losse hee alwaies gaines by Time Vnto Affaires his

sadly layd Along his Coach couered with a Cloak I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd whil● y● When to the Churches All haue fled for fear May well imagine Paris deepe Affright Nothing but shiuering Nobles armed bright Clergy at Prayers People weep and houle And HENRY's wound hath wounded euery Soul● Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen Had plotted Showes more pompous neuer seen As rich to th' outward rare to th' inward sense But all those Archs Marks of Magnificence Those Tropheis Terms Statues Colosses All Make but more Mourners at the Funerall I yeeld My Pensill help APELLES heere To Limn to life Her dying-liuing Cheere Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest Therfore ô Queen Great Stay Great Star of 〈◊〉 This Veile I draw before Thy Countenance Heauē steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day ●●y Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay ●nd to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft ●●ough angry Fates of Father him bereft ●t Mercifull they left him such a Mother ●●at France could hardly haue been rul'd by other The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds ●om Alexander's to Alcides Bounds ●he Kings and Princes stand amazed all ●th horror of an Act so Tragicall ●me Rest forsake others Repast forbeare ●d Each like Fortune to himselfe doth feare So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night ●●●umphant Palmes into Funerall Plight ●●e Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale ●iuing King to a dead Corps pale ●●r Flowers to Thorns seem Tricks of Sorcery ●erein Conceit consents not with our Eye Yes He is dead and his eye-lids no more ● view this Light shall open as before ●●ose louely Eyes the Load-starrs of the Court ●●ose gracious glances on the Worthy sort ●e Vertue vigor and Whose awefull frowne ● dared Vice are now Eclipst and downe Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall withstand That Voice so dreadful to the stoutest harts That Heart which wrought so many wondrous pa● That piercing Wit dispersing Clowds of Doubt VVhere is that mighty King so Fam'd about Inexorable Death inhumane cruell Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in In all thy Triumph trayling euery Kin Shal neuer march His Match nor worthier Prince T' haue been exempted from thine Insolence Ah! poore weak Vertue zealous Loue of Thee Prolongs not Life protracts not Death I see This Prince that gaue Thee euē his Hart for Tēpl● This Prince whose Raign shal serue for rare Exemp● To future Kings in future Things dismaid Should haue come sooner or haue later stayd His Pietie was neither Fond nor Faind His Prowesse neither Feare nor Rashnes staind His Prudence clear'd his Coūcells steerd his State His Temperance his Wrath did temperate His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake Inuincible in all only the Darts Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts ●aue often batterd His but by your leaues ● fairest Bewties Bewtie it self deceiues ●ou neuer were the Souerains of his brest ●e You perhaps You neuer Him possest ●●u Arms-Art what He knew not none can know 't ●either attempt what He attempted not ●eason was aye the Aime of His designes ●is braue Exploits worthie immortall lines ● all furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks ●hose Works shal Honor Him He more their Warks His Royall Gests are euery-where extold ●rauen Carued Cast in Marble Wood Gold ●s Life alone 's an History admir'd ●herein all Pens all Pencills shall be tir'd ● pourtraying all His valiant Fears to-forn ●hose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse ●ot known to any but to Worthinesse ●at Gate indeed did seldom open quick ●s Liberality coy Bewty-like ●u'd to be woo'd prest and importun'd still ●a forc't to giue what glad and fain she will Yet by th' effects to waigh his Clemencie Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine And but I saw him dying pale and wan I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill Not cementing his Throne with Blood with Ill Nor ween'd by Feare his Diadem assur'd With mildenes rather grieued minds he cur'd His Memory did neuer wrongs retain Beloued Kings He thought securest raign Praise you his Bounty you that past the Poles Beare Heauens Embassage to Belief-less Soules HENRY restor'd your Countrey and your Credit He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it Restor'd you Bizance and each pleasant part Left you his Court bequeath'd to you his Heart If France now flourish proyning round about Oliues within and Lawrels all with-out If now She giue the Law to other States If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raig● If now Her Schooles with learned men abound Her rare wits be through the World renownd ● doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd ● Learning be to her due Place restor'd ● now Desert the Charge in Church attain ●hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre ●he Worlds old Wonders which so famous are ● Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold ●or State for Store for People Goods Gold ● in thy Citie Cities sprout again ●hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If the French Scepter be now Self-entire ●ear-less of Forain or Domestick fire ● France haue Fellowes of ACHILLES Fame ●f now in France be nothing out of frame ●f now the Indies her Bastile containe These are the Fruits of this Great HENRY's Raign If now we ioy to see our Countrey free ●rom Theeues and Rebels which exiled be ●f Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe ●f Desperate Duels be now curbd by Lawe ●f now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain These are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If Merchants rich If Magistrates be sound If Officers like Emperors abound If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home If now Inuentions to their height be come If now good wits find where them to sustaine These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigne Who lou'd not Him neuer beheld his browes Who knew his Fortunes must admire his Prowes Who feard him not His greatnes did offend Who weend Him to beguile his Wisdom kend Who durst displease Him knew his mercies store Who durst not speak his mildnes did ignore Who waileth not his Death knew not his Life Glory of His and Others Enuie rife Incomparable Admirable Prince Excelling all th' old HEROES Excellence For His true Story shall their Fables shame Inimitable Life Illimitable Fame O French-men stop not yet your weeping flood This Prince for you hath lauisht oft