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england_n	high_a	lord_n	steward_n	3,887	5	11.1026	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19844	A monumentall pyramide to all posterities erected to the euer-liuing memory, and perpetuall honour of the all-vertuous and euer-glorious prince, Lodovvick, late Duke of Richmond and Lenox ... Who departed this transitory life at his chamber in White-Hall, on Monday, being the sixteenth day of February, 1624, betwixt sixe and seauen of the clocke in the morning, to the great griefe of many thousand people of sundry nations.	Darcie, Abraham, fl. 1625.	1624 (1624)	STC 6272; ESTC S109289	2,138	12

A Monumentall PYRAMIDE TO ALL POSTERITIES Erected to the euer-liuing memory and perpetuall Honour of the All-vertuous and Euer-glorious Prince LODOVVICK late Duke of Richmond and Lenox Earle of Newcastle and Darnley c. Lord of Torbolten and Methuen Baron of Settrington c. Knight of the Noble order of the Garter Lord high Admirall and great Chamberlaine of Scotland Lord high Stevvard to the Kings most excellent Maiesties most Honourable Houshold Gentleman of his Bed-Chamber and one of his Maiesties most Honourable Priuie Councell for England and Scotland c. Who departed this transitory life at his Chamber in White-Hall on Monday being the sixteenth day of February 1624. betvvixt sixe and seauen of the clocke in the morning to the great griefe of many thousand people of sundry Nations AT LONDON Printed by Edw. All●de for Nathaniel Butter 1624. TO THE JLLVSTRIOVS PRINCE ESME Duke of Lenox c. Earle of MARCH and DARNLEY c. Lord of AVBIGNY Terboten And Methuen Baron of Settrington c. And to the learned Princesse KATHERINE his Gracious DVCHESSE NOt to draw any more teares from your eyes doe J publish vnder your Graces Protections this FVNERAL ELEGIE J could not haue thought it worthy your view but that it aymes at the conseruation of the glorious fame of that lamented Duke your noble Brother which is to you most deare J know none can set truly forth his diuine Vertues for his praise is a high-going Sea that wants both shore and bottome J doe onely shew my dutie in my broken English both to awaken and incourage Great Britaines Poets who were strucke into a Lethargy by this Princes sudden ascension to Heauen to lament in singing his due praise their irreparable losse vntill I can honor France desolate for his death with the bright Patterne of his matchlesse life more fully in my natiue Language Your Graces deuoted A. Darcie TO THE NOBLE FRIENDS of that lamented Prince the deceased Duke of Richmond and Lenox THe friendliest office vsed to the dead Is their illustrious Vertues for to spread That though their MORTAL Parts interred lie Their MEMORIES may last Eternally And to discharge my farr obliged Brest These saddest FVNERALL LINES I haue addrest Which as I hope shall due Acceptance finde With those who keepe his VERTVES in their minde To shew my small skill in Poetique vaine I haue not vndertooke this willing paine But to make knowne the gratitude I owe For Courtesies which vndeseru'd did flow From his full-handed Bounty vnto mee WHO RAIS'D THIS COLVMNE TO HIS MEMORY And if Great Lords this Muse may but obtaine Your gratious eye my labor is not vaine A Monumentall PYRAMIDE TO ALL POSTERITIES Erected to the euer-liuing memory and perpetuall Honor of the All-vertuous and Euer-glorious Prince Lodowick late Duke of Richmond and Lenox RISE MOVRNEFVLL MVSE MELPOMENE Relate The wofull Story of a sudden Fate Which on a great and Noble DVKE befell No age can this Disaster parallel Imperious Death his cruell arrow flings Into the palaces of mighty Kings Transfixing sometime with impartiall hand The highest Nobles of a glorious Land A Funerall Elegy His corps return'd to earth from whence it came But from his acts doth rise his worthy fame Jmmortall Prince whose name shall neuer dye But shall suruiue to all eternitie How can the memory of such a spirit Whose deeds of very Enuy got his merit Euer forgotten be whom to iust praise The worthy actions of his life did raise All you the Worthies of our present dayes Whose iudgment experience knew his waies Conuersed with his actions and intents Jn priuate and in publike managements To your true vnderstandings it is knowne That he might claime all honors for his owne BVt you thrice noble Princesse late the Wife Of this braue Hero now depriu'd of life Who can prescribe a bound vnto your moane Now that your second dearest selfe is gone Hee was the patterne of a perfect man His singular endowments euer wan A generall liking and a full applause For his vpright sincerenes in each cause How quickly doe all earthly ioyes decay Forsaking their possessors In a day An houre a minute hard misfortunes fall Which from our mirth doe vnto mourning call O let your brinish teares without all end From th'inexhausted fountaines stil descend England lament thy losse of such a Peere And France thy Ebon Robes of sorrow weare But the praise-worthy actions he hath wrought Till the worlds Fabrique be to Chaos brought Shall liue perpetuall in each ages story As the due Trophies of his matchlesse glory O cruell Tyrant how canst thou repaire This ruine though hereafter thou shouldst spare All mankind breake thy Dart and Ebon spade Thou canst on t cure this wound which thou hast made Achilles falls and Hector he is slaine When as base Peasants doe vntoucht remaine Beams which shal break forth frō his hollow tombe Shall staine times past light the time to come There is no man though he before were glad But when he thinks that we his Hero had And now haue lost him Though he be diuine Made by his death yet will his eyes drop brine All men are sorry all doe weepe their turne All in their hearts though not in habits mourne The gener all land ore-whelm'd in sorrow lies Exclayming on the cruell destinies VVhat accident falne in a 1000. yeares Hath frō his friends drawne forth more store of teares Since the first man that in the world was borne A fuller number was not knowne to mourne But for our selues not him let vs lament Whose happines is growne our punishment And is the Patterne of true courtesie Both humble and repleat with maiestie May his proceedings from aboue be blest With fortunate successe and happy rest And may his Dutches with their Princely Line All liue long and in Sun-bright honour shine For these my worthlesse lines let it be said J hasted till I had this tribute paid Of my poore seruice let the speed excuse The zealous errour of my suddaine Muse Yet though his praise here beare so short a wing England hath Poets that his praise will sing In sweeter tunes and that will make his Hearse To be remembred while men liue or verse FINIS