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friend_n	woe_n	world_n	worldly_a	18	3	7.1444	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03469	A cypres garland For the sacred forehead of our late soueraigne King Iames. / By Hugh Holland.	Holland, Hugh, d. 1633.	1625 (1625)	STC 13591; ESTC S104140	4,928	25

inherit His Heire in blood his Successor in merit With cares with feares at home vntost vntroubled His Fathers longest reigne in his be doubled But if un-vn-friends abroad our peace affritghten In armes so will he thunder and so lighten That all the troupes before his face shall tremble And more their malice then their feares dissemble My Liege my Lord my transitory treasure Amid these worldly woes a world of pleasure You now a triple Crowne haue in possesion Yet must the same demisse to your succession But may that day then all our dayes be later Yea turne the world to fire now turn'd to water But had you twenty more imagin rather Your gaine the lesse by loosing such a Father You are a liuely Statua of that Quarry Whereof was also hew'd your brother Harry Your Sister Marie and your Sister Sophey Death ouer them erected hath a trophey And now my griefe I can no longer smother Remarried are your Father and your Mother Prophaner heeles on sacred foreheads trample At VVestminster we daily see the sample VVhere now do lie their bones but voyd of 〈◊〉 For whom this Isle and Ireland were too narr●●● Man is but onely Proclamation building All but on clay though some haue gayer 〈◊〉 And Kings are made what else so e're we clatter To nobler ends but of no nobler matter Of limmes or lineaments so strong or hansome Who breaths that from the graue his head may ransome Remēber this my Liege them remember Of whom now head of all you are a member Con you the lessons which he gaue your Brother Perhaps at parting too he gaue some other For rule you must a people of that brauery That can nor brooke all freedom nor all slauery God prosper you for God must be the grounsell And send you still an vnderstanding Counsell That they may giue and keepe with hearts vnhollow And that you counsell may discerne and follow The Giuer deepe the Follower yet is deeper But Cabinet of counsell is the Keeper And those of you shall euer most be loued VVho lou'd your Father whose Faith he prooued His heart profound his tongue was prompt ready His head for counsels fit not counsels heady His eares to sutors open were and heedy So were his hands but some were ouer greedy He neither husband of his wife deceaued Nor of their husbands many wiues bereaued Nor any Fathers made nor Mothers harmed His brest no Mars vniust nor Venus warmed To blacke reuenge his edge was also blunted For after human blood he neuer hunted And when for exercise the fields he rainged Minerua seem'd into Diana chainged His kingdome was of wits in euery knolledge An Academy and his Court a Colledge VVhere Cynthea sometimes shone Apollo's sister Apollo selfe did with the Muses glister Be proofe his prose and well accented Sonets To which the brauest witts may vaile their bonets Not euery day nor euery yeare I tro it Is either borne a King or yet a Poët The best of either him but hardly matched In euery nest the Phoenix is not hatched No King with matter fit his Muse could furnish No Poët could his Kingly actions burnish His Holy Soule to see the parts and factions That in the Christian Corps made such distractions VVas inly vext for as his Pen hee wreathed With endles bayes his sword he would haue sheathed VVithin those bowels that in part haue eaten Thine Heritage ô Christ and all do threaten Of Christendome though hee abhord the cumbers A battell yet he sung in haughty numbers That all may gather how that Heauenly poëm Was of his great intentions but the proëm Lepanto which he did so loudly warble That it surmounts Messina brasse and marble When heau'n the childe of Austria so inflamed That halfe the Turky pride he quickly tamed While he and his of Heau'n Earth were parters For Earth the victors had Heau'n the martyres A happy man to do such acts renouned But happy more to leaue his acts so crowned Eliza faire with hers in forraigne regions Who marched in the front of many legions Perhaps but hardly knowes of her disaster But ill Report then good●ay flyeth faster Then you my Lords of Holland looke vnto it Let non● it tell and punish them that do it Least when Report this in her eare hath rouned Your Country with her teares and theirs be drouned The Rhine with all his waters sad and sable To waile her huge misfortune is not able Then you great Lord that were to me so gracious In twenty weekes a time not very spacious To cause me thrice to kisse me thrice your depter That hand which bore the Lilly-bearing Scepter Yet needed none who thinks it is too silly His Arme the Scepter was his Hand the Lilly Command the seas the seas you haue in keeping As Admiral to helpe vs in our weeping You of the greatest Isle no petty piller Who beare the name of George the Dragon-killer Ah! could not you and could not all the Order That Dragon-Feuer hunt out of that border Was euer King or Maritine or Mercian Before this heard to dye but of a Tertian Can vulgars scape the dropsie scape the Phthisik And is there for the Crowned head no physicke Oh subject state of Kings to hard condicions Betwixt our flatteries and their owne suspicions Whose mindes to practise on the flatterer spares not But on their bodies the Phisition dares not Our brests the Surgeon opens with their bowells And mutes before will then be sounding vowells Malignant Feuer hence and get thee further To beastly men who take delight in murther Among the Turkes abide among the Tarters And folke that would infest the Christian quarters On Infidels or Pagans go and glut thee But if thy fellow-Canniballs rebut thee Then with thee take the Plague thy cosin-fury Hence and in hell your selues for euer bury But Lord why should we liue a minute longer For saue the Truth what then a King is stronger The King is dead yet this the Law denyëth And saith the King of England neuer dyëth But Iames is dead and he the kingdome guided The Person and the Office are diuided This and his virtues from his Seede to seuer May Fates be able neuer neuer neuer O would his Spirit now my senses rauish But this desire of mine is too too lauish I would inchant the world with these my Muses That haue no Life but what his Death infuses In euery Land to make no long rehersall Of Peace he was a Iustice vniuersall Peace as a present to the Realme he breathed And as a legacy the same bequeathed VVhich his Executor will see performed VVhat though the Nations haue a little stormed King Charles will folow still his Fathers humor And stop the Rage of warre if not the Rumor That Man of God that God of man applyëd His heart to peace so liued and so dyëd FINIS