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A18594	Englands mourning garment worne heere by plaine shepheards, in memorie of their sacred mistresse, Elizabeth; queene of vertue while she liued, and theame of sorrow being dead. To the which is added the true manner of her emperiall funerall. With many new additions, being now againe the second time reprinted, which was omitted in the first impression. After which followeth the shepheards spring-song, for entertainment of King Iames our most potent soueraigne. ...	Chettle, Henry, d. 1607?	1603 (1603)	STC 5122; ESTC S104885	24,274	50

ENGLANDS Mourning Garment Worne heere by plaine Shepheards in memorie of their sacred Mistresse ELIZABETH Queene of Vertue while she liued and Theame of Sorrow being dead To the which is added the true manner of her Emperiall Funerall With many new additions being now againe the second time reprinted which was omitted in the first Impression After which followeth the Shepheards Spring-Song for entertainment of King IAMES our most potent Soueraigne Dedicated to all that loued the deceased Queene and honour the liuing KING Imprinted at London for Thomas Millington and are to be sold at the signe of the Crane in Paules Churchyard by Walter Burre 1603. To all true Louers of the right gracious Queene Elizabeth in her life being vndoubtedly those faithfull Subiects that now honour and affect our most potent Lord King Iames after her death MY Epistle to you is like the litle Towne that the Cynicke would haue perswaded the Citizens was readie to runne out at the great gates being scarce so long as the Title In a word the negligence of many better able hath made me bold to write a small Epitomie touching the abūdant vertues of Elizabeth our late sacred Mistris Intreating of her Princely birth chast life royall gouernment and happie death being a Lady borne liuing raigning dying all for Englands good The manner is handled between Shepheards the forme of speech like the persons rude Affection exceedeth Eloquence and I haue not shewne much Art but exprest the dutie of a louing hart Shead some teares in reading our Shepheards sorrow and in that true passion let your loue to our royall Lord be shewne who hateth hypocrites as iust men hell Farewell all of you that giue the dead Queene a sad Farewell and the liuing King a glad Welcome the rest are Time-pleasers and I write not to them Foelicem fuisse infaustum Englands Mourning Garment Worne by plaine Shepheardes for the death of that most excellent Empresse Elizabeth Queene of Vertue while she liued and Theame of Sorrow being dead THENOT COLLIN Thenot. COllin thou lookst as lagging as the day When the Sun setting toward his westerne bed Shewes that like him all glory must decay And frolique life with murkie clouds o re-spred Shall leaue all earthly beautie mongst the dead Such is the habite of thy new aray Why art thou not preparde to welcome May In whose cleare Moone thy younglings shall be fed With nights sweete dewes and open flowers of day Collin I aunswer thee with woe and wel away I am in sable clad sith she cannot be had That me and mine did glad there 's all I 'le say Thenot. Well spoken Swaine let me thy sorrow ken Rich soule though wrong'd by idle Antike men And driuen by falshood to a cloudie den Tell me thy griefe Collin O it is past releefe and which is worst of worst Bayards and beasts accurst with grosest flattery nurst Haue sung her sacred name and prais'd her to their shame Of mayden Queenes who was our last and first Thenot. Deere Collin doe not checke the humblest song The will is euer maister of the worke Those that can sing haue done all Shepheards wrong Like Lozels in their cottages to lurke The ayres the ayre though it be thicke and murke If they to whom true Pastorals belong In needefull layes vse neither pipe nor tong Shall none the vertuous raise Collin Yes those that merit Bayes though teares restraine their layes Some weeping houres or dayes will finde a time To honour Honour still not with a rurall quill But with the soule of skill to blesse their rime Aye me why should I dote on rimes on songs or note Confusion can best quote sacred Elizaes losse Whose praise doth grace all verse that shal the same reherse No gold neede decke her herse to her all gold is drosse With that Collin in discontent brake his pipe and in that passion as if his heart had beene like his pipe parted each peece from the other hee fell without sense on the earth not then insensible of his sorrowe for it yeelded wept and groand at once with his fall his weepings and his sighs Poore Th. showted for help at whose call came some Nymphs full of sorrow for their Soueraigne and no whit amazed to see him lie as dead their hearts were so dead with thinking of that which had astonied his But yet as gathering of companies draw more more to wonder so prooued it among the Shepheards that left none but their curres to attend their flockes themselues flocking about Thenot Collin who now recouered from his trance and all asking the reason of his griefe with teares abounding in his eyes that likewise drew more aboundantly from theirs he distractedly answered Illum nec enim reprehendere fas est Qui fleat hanc cuius fregerunt stamina parcae Solus honor sequitur mortales ille misellos And therewithall making a signe for the Shepheards and Nymphs to sit downe he told them they had lost that sacred Nymph that carefull Shepheardesse ELIZA but if it pleased them to lend attention he would repeate somthing of her worth memorie that should liue in despite of death whereupon a still silence seizd them all sauing only now and then by sighing they exprest their hearts sorrow and Collin thus began Seeing Honor onely followeth mortals and the works of the vertuous die not with their deaths and yet those workes neuerthelesse with the honours and rites due to the departed might be much blemished if there were no gratitude in their successors let vs poore Rurals though no other wayes able to erect Statues for our late dread Soueraigne worthy all memory among our selues repeate part of her excellent Graces and our benefite obtained by her Gouernment for to reckon all were Opus infinitum alabour without end She was the vndoubted issue of two royall Princes Henry of Lancaster and Elizabeth of Yorke In whose vnion the quiet of vs poore Swaines began for till that blessed mariage England was a shambles of slaughtred men so violent was the blood of ambition so potent the factions and so implacable their heads whose eyes were neuer cleard till they were washt in blood euen in the deare blood of their Obiects hearts This King Grandfather to our late Queene was the first Brittish King that manie a hundred yeeres before wore the Emperiall Diademe of England France Ireland in him began the name of Tewther descended from the ancient Brittish King to florish the issue male of royal Plantagenet ending in his beginning his wife Grandmother to our late Elizabeth being the last Plantagenet whose Temples were heere circled with a sphere of gold Which King and Queene liued and loued and now lie intoombed in that most famous Chappell built at his Kingly charge in the Abbey of Westminster King Henry dying in a good age left England rich beautifull and full of peace and so blest with his issue after royally matcht to Scotland France besides his vndoubted heire King Henry of famous memory the eight that no Kingdome in the earth more flourished His sonne the

chariot drawne by foure horses trapt in blacke veluet Gentlemen Vshers white rods About it twelue Banner-Rols six on each side caried by 12. noblemen Sixe Earles assistants with them the Footemen A Canapie borne ouer the chariot by foure Noblemen The Earle of VVorcester Maister of the Horse leading the Palfrey of Honour Two Esquiers and a Groome to attend and leade him away Gentlemen Vshers of the Priuie chamber Garter king of Armes Lady Marchionesse of Northamton assisted by the Lord Treasurer Lord Admirall Chiefe Mourner her traine caried by two Countesses and Maister Vicechamberlaine Fourteene Countesses assistants Ladies of Honour Countesses Viscountesses Earles daughters Baronesses Maids of Honor of the priuie chamber Captaine of the Guard with all the Guard following fiue and fiue in a ranke their holberds downeward The twelue Bannerols were caried by twelue Barons beginning at the yongest first The first Banner was of king Henry the second and Elenor of Aquitaine caried by the Lord Norris The second of king Iohn and Isabel of Angolisme caried by the Lord Compton The third of king Henry the third and Elenor of Arragon caried by the Lord Chandoies The fourth of king Edward the first and Elenor of Castile caried by the L. The sift of Edward the second and Isabel of France caried by the Lord Darcie of the South The sixt of king Edward the third and Philippa of Haynolt caried by the L. Cromwel The seuenth of Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke and Isabel of Castile caried by the L. Windsor The eight of Richard Earle of Cambridge and Anne Mortimer caried by the L. Darcie of the North. The ninth of Richard Duke of Yorke and Cicely Neuill caried by the Lord Dudley The tenth of king Edward the fourth Elizabeth Woodnile caried by the Lord Gray The eleuenth of king Henry the seuenth and Elizabeth daughter to king Edward the fourth caried by the Lord Cobham The twelfth of Henry the eight and Anne Bulline father and mother to our late deceased Queene caried by the Lord de la Ware The Shepheards Spring-Song in gratulation of the royall happy and flourishing entrance to the Maiestie of England by the most potent and prudent Soueraigne Iames King of England Scotland France and Ireland Collin THenot and Chloris red lipt Driope Shepheards Nymphs Swaines all that delight in fielde Liuing by harmelesse thrift your fat heards yeelde Why slacke yee now your loued company Vp sluggards learne the larkes do mount and sing Their cheerefull Carrolls to salute our King The Mauis blacke-bird and the little Wren The Nitingale vpon the hawthorne brire And all the wingd Musitions in a Quire Do with their notes rebuke dull lazie men Vp shepeheards vp your slouth breeds al your shames You sleep like beasts while birds salute K. Iames. The gray eyde morning with a blustering cheeke Like Englands Royall Rose mixt red and white Summons all eies to pleasure and delight Behold the euenings deaws doe vpward reeke Drawn by the Sun which now doth gild the skie With his light-giuing and world-cheering eie O that 's well done I see your cause of stay Was to adorne your tempels with fresh flowers And gather beautie to bedecke your powers That they may seeme the cabinets of May Honor this time Sweetest of all sweete Springs That so much good so many pleasures brings For now alone the liuery of the earth Giues not liue comfort to your bleating lambes Nor fils the strouting vdders of their dams It yeeldes another cause of gleesome mirth This ground weares all her best embrodery To entertaine our Soueraignes Maiestie And well she may for neuer English ground Bore such a Soueraigne as this royall Lord Looke vpon all Antiquities Record In no Inrolment such a King is found Beginne with Brute if that of Brute be true As I 'le not doubt but giue old Bards their due He was a Prince vnsetled sought a shore To rest his long tost Troian scattered race And as t is sed found here a resting place Grant this but yeeld he did false gods adore The Nations were not cald to Christ that time Black Pagan clouds darkned this goodly clime So when dissension brought the Romans in No Caesar till the godly Constantine Descended truly from the Brittish line Purg'd this Iles aire from Idoll-hated sinne Yet in care of Rome left Deputies Our Iames maintaines himselfe his dignities The Saxon the Dane scourgd with sharp steele So did the Norman Duke this beauteous land Inuading Lords raigne with an yron hand A gentler ruling in this change we feele Our Lyon comes as meekly as a doue Not conqu'ring vs vs by hurt but hartie loue Euen as a calme to tempest-tossed men As bread to the faint soule with famine vext As a coole spring to those with heate perplext As the Sunnes light into a fearefull denne So comes our King euen in a time of need To saue to shine to comfort and to feed O Shepheards sing his welcome with sweet notes Nymphs strew his way with Roses red and white Prouide all pastimes that may sense delight Offer the fleeces of your flockes white cotes He that now spares doth in that sauing spill Where Worth is little Vertue likes good will Now from the Orchades to the Cornish Iles From thence to Cambria and the Hiberian shore The sound of ciuill warre is heard no more Each countenance is garnished with smiles All in one hymne with sweet contentment sing The praise and power of Iames our onely King Our only King one Lord one Soueraigne O long-desired and perfected good By him the heate of wrath and boiling bloud Is mildly quencht pale Enuy counted vaine One King one people blessed vnitie That ties such mighty Nations to agree Shepheards I le not be tedious in my song For that I see you bent to actiue sport Though I perswade me all time is too short To welcome him whom we haue wisht for long Well done dance on looke how your little lambs Skip as you spring about their fleecie dams Thus were ye wont to trip about the Greene And dance in ringlets like to Fairie Elues Striuing in cunning to exceede your selues In honour of your late-falne summer Queene But now exceede this May excels all springs Which King and Queene and Prince and Princesse brings Showtioyfully ye Nymphs and rurall Swaines Your maister Pan will now protect your folds Your cottages will be as safe as Holds Feare neither Wolues nor subtill Foxes traines A royall king will of your weale take keepe Hee le be your Shepheard you shall be his sheepe He comes in pompe so should a king appeare Gods Deputie should set the world at gaze Yet his milde lookes driue vs from all amaze Clap hands for ioy our Soueraigne draweth neere Sing Io Io shepheards dance and sing Expresse all ioy in welcoming our King The aire the season and the earth accord In Pleasure Order both for sight and sense All things looke fresh to greet his excellence And Collin humbly thus salutes his Lord Dread and beloud liue Englands happy King While seasons last Fresh as the liuely Spring FINIS * Her Royall word or motto was Semper Eadem