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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08187	The three sisters teares Shed at the late solemne funerals of the royall deceased Henry, Prince of Wales, &c. R.N. Oxon.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1613 (1613)	STC 18525; ESTC S113235	10,952	42

THE Three Sisters Teares SHED AT THE LATE SOLEMNE Funerals of the Royall deceased HENRY Prince of WALES c. R. N. Oxon. Mors equè pulsat pauperum tabernas regnumque turres LONDON Printed by T. S. for Richard Redmer and are to be sould at his shop neere the West dore of Paules Church 1613. TO THE MOST Vertuous and Highly Honoured Lady the Lady HONOR HAY VVife to the Right Noble Gentleman IAMES Lord Hay and Daughter and Heyre to the Right Honourable the Lord Denny Baron of Waltham HONOR DENYeS not grace to any Muse When any Muse attributes grace to HONOR Then had these Sisters teares which here insues Not dul'd my Muse and throwne these woes vpon her Most Noble Lady at whose happy birth Men gaue you HONOR and the heauens such grace That you are thought their Angell vpon earth My Muse had sung your prayses in this place Yet since these three faire Ladyes for your worth As partner in their plaints for HENRIE dead From all your tender Sex doe choose your forth Vouchsafe to grace these Funerall teares they shed And for such grace may all the learned nine All prayses offer at your HONORS shrine Your Ladiships euer most humbly deuoted Richard Niccols Authori Carmen Encomiasticon REceiue my show'r of teares into thy flood Thou saddest Pen-man of the saddest Muse And would my teares were teares or showers of blood Might teares of blood or bloody showers excuse The bitter doome which Death and Fate decreed Against this Prince who was a Prince indeed I say not I Heroyicke Henry's dead He 's but from Saint to Angels Court remou'd Where he shall euer liue eternized And where he erst did liue be euer lou'd We feare and hope Feare saies that such another Liues not to match with him Hope saies his Brother But giue I way to him who knowes the way And comes prepard to make the world to weepe Since I want pow'r to thinke what I would say Or say what I would thinke such and so deepe Impression in my heart this losse doth giue Who was to young to dye to good to liue Enough enough beginne thy Sisters teares Vnto thy noble vertuous Patronesse Who no small part in their sad sorrow beares For this late losse which griefe cannot redresse Were neuer teares in more abundance shed Were neuer more true mourners for the dead T.W. FINIS THE THREE SISTERS Teares SAd second Sister of the Sacred NINE Whose sweetest Musick is hart-breaking mone Be present at these Funerall teares of mine And if they fayle supply them with thine owne If thou canst teach me wayling humaine woes To touch a stonie hart with tender pittie Sit downe with mee my MVSE doe thou dispose In sacred tunes to sing this dolefull dittie Such dolefull dittie neuer Muse did sing No not when all you Muses mourning sat With sweet Thalia'bout your horse hoofe spring For her Twinnes losse which Ioue himselfe begat Her losse was great yet greater losse was theirs Whose plaints must be the subiect of my Pen These three sad Sisters who with wofull teares Here wayle his losse whose like hath seldome beene Begin then MVSE and tell both when and where We heard these Ecchoes of their mournefull song Recount likewise who these three Sisters were And what he was to whom death did this wrong That time it was when as the hatefull Snake In that great belt which buckles heauens bright brest Rouzing his starrie crest his turne did take To spit his poyson downe on man and beast When in this I le which Nature as her neast Halcyon-like hath built for her deare sonnes Amidst the seas I steer'd my course by East Where fruitfull Thames the Prince of riuers runnes At length that noble Citie I beheld 'Gainst whose broad brest the angry Riuer raues Yet backe repulst as being thereto compeld He paies it tribute with his fish-full waues There did I heare was neuer eare did heare More diuers sounds all which might yet content The daintiest sense to which I drew me neere To know from whence they were and what they ment And loe I did behold from off the shoares Many light friggots put into the deepe All trimly deckt which by the strength of Oares Through the swift streame their way did westward keepe Who in their course like couples hand in hand While their proud pennons did the welkin braue And their shrill Musick eccho'd on the strand Did seeme to daunce vpon the bubbling waue And round about in many a gondelay Light-footed Nimphes and iolly Swaines did rowe Deuising mirth and dalliance on the way Not caring how they sail'd or swift or slow So many varying and so vaine delights Floating vpon that floud I then did see Such diuers showes and such fantastick sights That Thames the Idle-lake then seem'd to be As on the Riuer so vpon the Land What euer might delight the liuing sence Was powred forth by pleasures plenteous hand As if no other heauen had beene from thence VVith diuers change of fashions and of face That stately townes proud streets did ebb and flow Proud ietting Mimmickes nor of name nor place In rich attire and gold were seene to goe The loftie buildings burthened with the presse Of louely Dames their windowes opened wide And swolne with ioy of their so gracefull gesse Did burst to show such ornaments of Pride This was that day for Antique deedes renown'd Which the graue senate of that famous state And people yeare by yeare with triumph crownd To honour their elected Magistrate With daintie delicates the Tables flow'd In euery place and plenteous Art in scorne Of niggard Nature all her cunning show'd And eu'ry dish did lauishly adorne VVanton excesse whose cup did ouer flow With the Vines franticke iuyce which she did spill With prodigall exspence went to and fro And gaue to eu'ry one to drinke there fill T'whom quaffing deepe while they in hart reioyce And sit vpon soft seates of carelesse ease Minstrill securitie doth with high voyce Sing this inchaunting song which well did please Let not vaine doubt disturbe our strengthned state Nor feare awake our peace with warres alarm's Our powers at home can beate backe forraine hate And friends abroad for vs will mannage armes Inioy we not the Sonne of such a King So faire a branch which now such fruit doth beare That from such fruit such hopes already spring That our great Fortunes shake the world with feare The heauens therefore vs euer shall behold With louely looke we feare no aduerse Fate By humaine powers we cannot be contrould Nay Ioue himselfe can hardly hurt our state O vaine opinion of Soule-blinded men To thinke that ought on earth may be secure What liues must doubtlesse die though doubtfull when No mortall thing alas may long indure In that selfe houre in which the infant birth Of ioy in humaine hart is but begunne Vnlookt for chance may change such ioyfull mirth To dolefull mourning ' ere the glasse be runne For angry Heauen