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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A13273	All the small vvorkes of that famous poet Iosuah Siluester Gathered into one volume.; Selections	Sylvester, Josuah, 1563-1618.; Bertaut, Jean, 1552-1611.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.; Smith, Henry, 1550?-1591.; Matthieu, Pierre, 1563-1621.	1620 (1620)	STC 23575.5; ESTC S106634	207,883	650

his blood O! be not niggards of your Tears expence Vaile heer my Verse do ANNE a reuerence Rare ANNE that shames the rarest wits of Ours Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers The Heauens may giue vs all Prosperities ● stain our State remooue our miseries ● cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame ● extreame Euills remedies extreame ●store our King quick shall our Ioyes recouer ● neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer Eech-where our Grief finds matter to augment it ● Names remembrance doth each-where present it ● famous Gests do busie euery Sort ●me tell his Warres others his Works report ●hers his Fauors past glad-sad deplore ●en not to mourn is not to mind Him more Ah! must we liue and see so sodain dead ●e Life that late our Liues inspirited ●ke saile my Soule let 's put-into the Port ●ile HENRY liu'd 't was good to liue in sort ● let vs after sith Hee 's reft of breath ● fire of Life is now farre worse then Death ●orrow with vs doth both lie-downe and rise ●nkles our Browes withers our Cheeks Eyes ●e shun what-euer might our Griefs allay ●e wish the Night w' are weary of the Day ●ht brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade ● euen her Colour seems for Mourning made Extreamest Woes yet are with Time ore-past Riuers of Teares are dryed-vp at last But neuer Ours Ours euer fresh shall flow We defie Comforts We 'll admit no mo Nor seek them but as Alchimy profound Seeks that which is not or which is not found Who from the Ocean Motion can recall Heat from Fire Void from Aire Order from All From Lines their Points from IRIS all her Dyes Perils from Seas from Numbers Vnities Shadowes from Bodies Angles from the Square May free our Hearts from Grief our Mindes from Ca● He must be hart-les that is smart-les found The Soule that is not wounded with This wound Most brutish hath no humane Reason in 't There is no brest of Steel no heart of Flint But must be-mone so great a King so slain Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so tane Let vs no more name HENRYes Kings of France Death with two Kniues with one shiuer'd Lance Hath kild Three HENRY's one at Iousts in iest Th' other in 's Closet in 's Caroche the best So Three King RICHARDS Fiue Other cry Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie What worse Disastre can you haue behinde ● threaten France O Destinies vnkinde ●at greater Mischief can your Malice bring ● good a Father rest so great a King ●at will you more sith we no more can hope ● any Good that with This Ill may cope This noble Spirit doth to his Spring re-mount ●is Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount ●s Atomie to 's Vnity vnites ●s Star returns to the first Light of Lights ●s Ray reuerts where first it light did take ● mortall wounds This Prince immortall make ●are-well sole Honour of all earthly Kings ●-well rare Prince for All-kinde Managings ●●-well Great HENRY Heav'ns Natures Gem ●e-well bright Star of Kings Glories great Beam ●e-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde ●-well false Hope Fortune Court vnkinde ●eer lest Obliuion should vsurp her roome ●ME writes in Gold These Lines vpon thy Toomb ●is Prince vn-Peerd for Clemency and Courage ●y Sur-nam'd the Great the Good the Wise ●ror of Future Miracle of Fore-Age ●hort Mis-hap for-euer Happifies FINIS S t. LEWIS the KING OR A Lamp of Grace lighting THE GREAT in the right vvay To GLORIE Translated Dedicated As a New-yeeres-Gift TO The High-Hopefull Prince CHARLES Heire Apparant of Great-Britan's Kingdomes The Hopes of Christendom By IOSVAH SYLVESTER 1615. TO My Gracious Lord THE PRINCE NOT that yo r Highnes needs My mean Direction Hauing within a Princely spirit for Guide Without your Parent round about beside Precepts Patterns of diuine Perfection ●esume I Thus to bring in dim Reflexion This forain LAMP admired far wide But as An humble Gift This New-Years-Tide To intimate my Faith and my Affection ●r gracious hand Thus binds my gratefull heart To Offer Heavn my Vowes You my Verse For that Deliuerance You haue daignd in part ●ny poore Hopes wrackt in your Brothers Herse You haue begun Vouchsafe me Sacred Powers You may go-on make Me wholely Yours In Effect as In Affection To yo r Highnes seruice humbly deuoted Iosuah Syluester A HYMNE of S t. LEWIS The ninth of that Name King of France OF all the KINGS admired ouer All Whose Prudence swayd This Crown Imperiall ●●ose Prowesse most our Lillies Bounds inlarg'd ●ose Iustice best their Charge in Peace discharg'd ●om most the Raies of glorious Greatnes crownd ●o brightest shin'd Who was the most Renownd ●●t magnified for Manly Conquering ●hin the World the World was th' Holy King 〈◊〉 whose chast loynes frō out whose loyall Bloud Heröick Stems of Royall BOVRBONS bud ●ous S t. LEWIS Good KINGS President 〈◊〉 for his CHRIST for His Crosse him spent 〈◊〉 by his Valour so renown'd his Name 〈◊〉 all the Earth hath trembled at the same Who to free from captiue Furie fell Fields where yerst Our Captain conquerd Hell ●rageous Zeale setting his Soule on fire ●●med FRANCE against the Asian's ire When I his Vertues read Acts so great Which Him so high among the Saints haue set And heere belowe so lasting glory wan I iudge them scarce Works of a meerly Man But of an Angel in Mans shape bedight To shew the World the Way of Vertue right Amaz'd to see among so many Sinnes As fatally the Court breeds beginnes Among so many Pleasures whose sweet Baits Intrap the wariest with their wylie Sleights A KING to curbe him so in Power supreame To vvatch him Selfe so with such care extreame As not to taste Delight of any kinde Which Reason barrs a braue and noble Minde But so vpright in VERTVES track to tred That euen in Earth a Heav'nly Life he led For neuer was there more accomplisht KING Whose royall hart had more replenishing Of Princely Vertues fit for Powerfull hand Or to be wisht in Mindes of High Commaund Nay would the Heavns their Treasures all prod●cin● All Gifts of Body of Minde conducing Mould for Mankinde a Prince or Potentate Worthy to gouern th'VNIVERSAL State ●●ey could not giue the World We much lesse ●h One more worthy with more due Addresse ●take into his Royall hand the Helm ●ormfull Times so apt to ouer-whelm ● much the Star which rules in Birth of Kings ●en He was destin'd to These manegings ●de and propitious in His heart connext ● feare of GOD loue of IVSTICE next ●RTVES whose habit Happinesse doth nourish ●●kes Cōmon-Wealth flow The Church to flourish ●es best for Base to each illustrious State ●es mightiest KINGS calm Crowns fortunate ●seth their Subiects feare them louingly ●pes Them in Dangers euer danger-free ● the Almightie printing in their Face ●le Maiestie sweet Terror dreadfull Grace ● heaping