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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09524	Elizabetha quasi viuens Eliza's funerall. A fevve Aprill drops, showred on the hearse of dead Eliza. Or The funerall teares af [sic] a true hearted subiect. By H.P.	Petowe, Henry.	1603 (1603)	STC 19804; ESTC S110382	5,289	22

Elizab●●●● quasi vivens Eliza's Funerall A fewe Aprill drops showred on the Hearse of dead Eliza. OR The Funerall teares af a true-hearted Subiect By H.P. LONDON Printed by E. Allde for M. Lawe dwelling in Paules Church-yard neere vnto Saint Austens gate 1603. To the VVor. and Curteous Gentleman M. Richard Hadersham H. P. wisheth increase of VVorship and virtue I Haue VVorshipfull wise contrary to the expectatiō of many presumed to publish the formall maner of my priuate sorowes for the great losse of your late deceased Lady-Mistres Englands Soueraigne And knowing your wor. a sad and pensiue mourner for so great a losse I haue made bold to shrowd my teares vnder your sad garment which if you deigne to shadowe from the heate of enuie there is no fire of malice can haue power to partch them Shrowd them at your pleasure keepe them no longer then you please to mourne which I knowe will be of long continuance not that you haue cause by this late chāge but that the memorial of so sweet a Princes can not be sodainly buried in obliuion God graunt that the auncient saying in this barter may be verified which is we haue changed for the better Is it possible a better then Shee should succeed but what is impossible with the Almightie VVhat Eliza was in her life you know nay the world knowes her fame girdles in the earth what her successor hath been in his Kingdom of Scotland his subiects they know and we haue heard which hath been much to Gods glory his countries peace and his Maiesties honour Therefore since it hath pleased God to continue his wonted fauour towards vs in blessing vs his vnworthy seruants with so gratious a Soueraigne adding vnto his royall Crowne the highest tytle of Maiestie and earthlie dignitie Graunt thou most of might Almightie King that our dread Soueraign Iames the first of that name of these three vnited Kingdoms Englād France Ireland and of Scotland the sixt maye be so directed and gouerned by thy Almightie hand that he may rule his seuerall Kingdoms in peace to thy glory raigne in tranquility Nestors yeeres to our comfort and in the end dye in thy fauour to liue againe in glory with his aeterniz'd Sister diuine Eliza. Thus not dreading your kinde acceptance of my loue I humblie take my leaue Your Worships most obsequious Henry Petowe The Induction I That obscure haue wept till eyes be drye Wil teach my pen another while to weep Obdurant hartes that they may mollifye For losse of her that now in peace doth sleep Peace rest with her but sorowe vvith my pen Till dead Eliza doth reuiue agen Amongst high sp'rited Paragons of vvit That mount beyond our earthlie pitch to fame Creepes forth my Muse ye great ones fauour it Take her not vp alas she is too tame Shee l come to hand if you but lure her to you then vse her kindly for she le kindly woe you And if this Infant of mine art-lesse braine passe with your sweet aplause as some haue done And meane good fauour of the learned gaine For showring teares vpō Eliza's tombe my Muse shall hatch such breed whē she 's of yeres shall bring you cōfort dry vp your teares The last of many yet not the least of all Sing I a heauie dirdge for our late Queene And singing mourne Eliza's Funerall The Eperse of all that e're haue beene She was she is and euermore shall bee the blessed Queene of sweet eternitie With her in heauen remaines her fame on earth Each moderne Poet that can make a verse Writes of Eliza euen at their Muses birth Then why not I weeepe on Eliza's Herse Som-where in England shall my lines go sleep till England read and England reading weepe Eliza's Funerall THen withered the Primrose of delight Hanging the head o're Sorowes garden wall When you might see all pleasures shun the light And liue obscuer at Eliza's fall Her fall from life to death oh stay not there Thogh she were dead the shriltong'd trump of heauen Rais'd her againe think that you see her heere Euen heere oh where not heere shee 's hence bereauē For sweet Eliza in Elizium liues In ioy beyond all thought Then weepe no more Your sighing weedes put off for weeping giues Wayling her losse as seeming to deplore Our future toward fortunes morne not then You cease a while but now you weepe agen Why should a soule in passion be deny'd To haue true feeling of her essence misse My soule hath lost her selfe now deified I needes must moane her losse though crownd with blisse Then giue me leaue for I must weepe a while Till sorrowes deludge haue a lower ebbe Let lamentation neuer finde a stile To passe this dale of woe vntill the webbe Appointed for my latest mourning weed Be spun and wouen with a heauie hand Then will I cease to weepe I will indeed And euery beating billowe will withstand T' will not be long before this web be spun Dy'd blacke worne out and then my teares be done Of Aprils month the eight and twentith day M. Sixe hundred three by computation Is the prefixed time for sorowes stay That past my mourning weedes grow out of fashion Shall I by prayer hasten on the time Faine would I so because mine eyes are drie What cannot prayers doe for soules diuine Although the bodies be mortaliitie Diuine she is for whome my Muse doth morne Though lately mortall now she sits on hie Glorious in heauen thither by Angells borne To liue with them in blisse eternally Then come faire day of ioyfull smiling sorow Since my teares dry come happie day to morow Yee Herralds of my heart my heauie groanes My teares which if they could wold showre like raine My heauie lookes and all my surdging mones My moouing lamentations that complayne When will you cease or shall paine neuer ceasing Seaze on my heart oh mollifie your rage Least your assaults with ouer-swift increasing Procure my death or call on tymeles age She liues in peace whome I do morne for so She liues in heauen and yet my soule laments Since shee 's so happie I le conuert my woe To present ioy turne all my languishments And with my sorrowes see the time doth wast The day is come and mid-day welnigh past Gaze greedy eye note what thou dost he holde Our horizon is of a perfect hew As cleere as christall and the day not olde Yet thousand blackes present them to thy view Three thousand and od hundred clowds appere Vpon the earthly Elament belowe As blacke as night trampling the lower Sphere As by degrees from place to place they goe They passe away oh whether passe they then Into a further clymat out of sight Like clowds they were but yet like clowded men Whose presence turn'd the day to sable night They vanish thence note what was after seene The liuely picture of a late dead Queene Who like to Phoebus in his golden Car Was the bright