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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A09584	An epitaphe on the death of the right noble and most vertuous lady Margarit Duglasis good grace, Countisse of Liuinox (& daughter to the renowmed & most excellent lady Margarit Queene, sister to the magnificent & most mighty Prince Henry the eight of England, Fraunce and Ireland, Kinge, and by Gods permission Queene of Scotland,) who disceased this life in the ninth day of March. anno. 1577. at hir mannoure in Hackny in the countye of Midelsex and lieth enterred the. 3. day of April at Westminster in the chaple of King Henry the seuenth, her worthie grandfather of Englande, Fraunce and Ireland King. [et]c The yeare of our Lorde God. 1578, and in the. 20. yeare of our soueraigne lady Queene, Elizabeth by the grace of God of Englande, Fraunce and Irelande, Queene, defendour of the faith. [et]c.	Phillips, John, fl. 1570-1591.	1578 (1578)	STC 19866; ESTC S121827	2,914	1

¶ An Epitaphe on the death of the right noble and most vertuous Lady Margarit Duglasis good grace Countisse of Liuinox Daughter to the renowmed most excellent Lady Margarit Queene Sister to the magnificent most mighty Prince Henry the eight of England Fraunce and Ireland Kinge and by Gods permission Queene of Scotland who disceased this life the ninth day of march Anno. 1577. at hir mannoure in Hackny in the countye of Midelsex and lieth enterred the .3 day of April at Westminster in the Chaple of King Henry the seuenth her worthie Grandfather of Englande Fraunce and Ireland King c. The yeare of our Lorde God. 1578 and in the .20 yeare of our soueraigne Lady Queene Elizabeth by the grace of God of Englande Fraunce and Irelande Queene defendour of the faith c. REporte run on ringe forth thy doleful Bel That worldly wightes may waile our great anoye In Court and Towne our cause of woe do tel That stand distrest bereft of al our ioye With care see that thy skyl thou do imploye To blase our luckles hap throughout each land That mortal wightes our gretes may vnderstande And as we waile so let constraint of paine Inforce them weepe to thinke vpon our losse In woful wise with vs let them complaine That yeld of care to beare the bitter crosse Let waues of woe their mindes in anguish tosse Let flouds of flowing teares each where be seene To waile this Dame the Daughter of a Queene In princely place let Prince and Peeres lament Let Noble Lordes and Ladies yeld to waile For from the Courte a Iwel ritch is hent And such a one as to her great auaile Deserueth fame though Death her life do quaile Wher she might helpe she would no harme procure You all can tel her freindship was most pure A foe to vice and such as vitious were This noble dame continually did rest A freendly hart she did to vertue beare The fruites whereof did florish in her brest To ritche and poore true frendship she profest Her wordes with deedes confirmed were each howre Then nobles al lament this fragrant flowre Cast of your silkes your coastly robes forbeare Abandon Ioy let myrth an exile be Uouchsafe a while your mourning weedes to weare Beweepe this dame borne of so hye degree A royal prince Henry the seauenth euen he Of England Fraunce and Ireland famous kinge Her Gran-syre was consider you this thing Her Lady mothers grace that Margarit hight Of Scotland was whilom the crowned queene And syster to the eigth Henry by right Whole flowring fame in England shineth greene Al●ed by byrth this gem was to our queene Then noble states minde you her bloud and byrth And helpe with teares to bring her to the earth Send forth your sobes let floudes fal from your eyes This gratious gem this pearle of prize beweepe And in your hartes of Liuinox that Countesse wise For vertue vouch a true recorde to keepe And though her corpes in earth lye cloased deepe Consent to make memorial of her name That conquereth death by force of worthy fame Her loue to God was alwaies faithful founde Her lyfe she led in loyalty and awe On trueth she staid to prince her troth was sounde And stoode in dread for to transgresse the lawe Infortune fel could not her hart with drawe From God nor prince her thought could neuer chaunge Ne was her loue to countrey showne as straunge Then Brittaines kinde that sytte in honors stal Forget not you to bid this dame adew And you in court that meanest are of al With teares prepare your louing freende to rew Whilst life she ioyed she was a freende to you Her hart was meeke and humble to the ende Iust cause you haue to weepe so good a freende You sutors poore haue lost a Margarit deare A precious pearle the piller of your trust Who willing was your due demaundes to heare And to the prince to further causes iust Thinke on this Phenix rare of right you must Whose want with woe vouchsafe a time to waile Her shrine remaines her presence you do faile In wedlockes right whilst she posessed life This perelesse dame most dutiful was founde Unto her worthy spowse she was a constant wife Faith knit loues knot truth was her trustie ground Two sons she had most fyt to be renowmd The one of Scots the diadem did weare Whose fatal syne is knowen to euery ●are Whilst he as prince did beare the royal sway The commons hartes most curtuously he wonne But treason false in cancred hartes did stay And traitors fearce to worke his spoile begonne Yet weldeth now the scepter there his sonne Whose death did nyp this Countesse to the gall Yet did she ioy his seede was safe from thrall Her other sonne Lord Charles that worthy wight Espousd she see whose seede she did imbrace Yet death in time bereft him from her sight Whose want in her a double dole did place Twixt these extremes yet did this Ladies grace Use patience sweete to salue her inward griefe And praised God that was her comfort chiefe But as theyr race the course of time ware out And they to death constrained were to bende So to her state Time his compas courst about And toucht her corpes with sicknesse sharp in ende In which by faith on Christ she did depende Whose onely bloud she did affye and trust By faith should purge her sin and make her iust Her hope was heauen this world she did detest And when that death began to draw ful nye To beare his stroke she patience pure possest And vnto heauen for sauegarde sweete did flye She vnto God with hart and minde did crye Preserue our queene and blesse this little land Her foes confound with thy out stretched hand This done she bids the noble Peares adew She takes her leaue of friendes and seruants all My tyme is come I take my leaue of you The fruite that 's ripe is sonest apt to fall And though to death my body now be thrall I dye to liue in heauen with Christ my loue And hope to reste with his elect aboue This said her breth forthwith began to fayle And fading life inclines to draw to ende She leaues this world vnto her great auaile For Iesus Christ is found her surest frende From daunger great hir soule he doth defende Synne is defaste by vertue of his blood And he alone hath done this Countesse good Her Daughter deare that louinge Lady kinde Her Gracesse death to mourne is reddy prest The Lady younge that nature hath asynde As yet for foode to claime the Nourses brest Euen as it can with sorrowe is possest And Scotlands Kinge his Gran-dames death doth mone In Court and Towne a cause of care is showne Her seruants all beweepe hir noble grace The poore each where her losse with teares lament From whom no time she once would turne her face Her hart and hand they say each howre was bent Their neede to helpe and Hackney doth assent with wringing hāds to waile this worthies wrack That gaue them foode and clad the naked back But what can teares or pearcing plaints preuaile Her time was come and death hath cut her downe Thre score three yeres she liu'd til death did quaile The life of hir most worthye high renowne And now her head of life hath got the Crowne Her blessed soule before the heauenly kinge Doth hymes of Ioy with saints Angels synge Viuit post funera virtus Finis I. Phillips Ladye Margarits grace Daughter to the eldest Daughter of Henrye the .7 now disceased borne at Harbotell three yeares before ill Maye daye Henrye King of Scots hir eldest sonne Lorde Charles her son Earle of Liuinox buried at hackney Wife Lady to the lorde Charles Earle of Liuinox Charles Kinge of Scotlād ▪ Imprinted at London for Edvvard VVhite and are to be solde at the little North dore of Paules at the Signe of the 〈◊〉 ·