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A77338 Threnodia. On the death of the high born prince Henry, Duke of Glocester. By Arthur Brett, student of Christ-Church. Brett, Arthur, d. 1677? 1660 (1660) Wing B4398; Thomason E1047_1; ESTC R208076 7,779 21

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here is Disrespect Since to believe what Parents say Where Sacred Oracles say Nay Were to adore whom we should but obey Mighty Henretta of her aime must misse She has her Zeale and He has his Dutifull in all but this What though the Hug'notte are or'e-run What though new-Doctrin'd R●chell's won She finds an 100 Rochell●s in her Sonne Morneys may faint and throw down sword and sheild Reformed Cittadels may yeild Protestant Armies loose the Feild But CHARLES's race will stand it out Being at Twelve or there-about In judgment Clear in resolut on Stout He was not to be won by force or art But from his mother did depart That stuck not much unto her heart But this unto the quick will touch Exceeding t'other wound as much As not to be 's worse than not to be such But she and we the losse must kindly bear VVe ours therein sh ' her greater share VVhat Heav●n has need of Earth must spare Earth which if no change it knew If its darlings ne'r with-drew VVhat 's Heav'ns free gift would look upon as due No matter then what cruel criticks guesse VVho judg of Vertue by Successe By outward chance of right ousnesse The Lawes of Charity they 'l break They will most learnedly mistake And on so black a text black comments make I they must be profoundly curious And know why things are thus and thus Lend 'um thy Tube Hevelius Not to behold with rare delight Dark spots in Sol's Meridian light Or Insects crawling in the Moon by Night They 'l look beyond the Sun and Saturn too Heav'ns Councel-Chamber they will view And see what th' All in All doth do They will their Makers thoughts descry Who can't their Fellow-creatures spy Which one would think more obv'ous to the eye If hence they gather signs of Heavens hate And from so soon-snacht GLOVCESTER's fate Another fall Prognosticate I finde at Court a Motto fit To answer their presumpt'ous wit Honiscit qui mal y pense 's it When the wise Ptolemy's first course was done In came the gastly Skeleton That was the next to be set on That King by feeding so their sight By blending Horror with Delight Taught his Attendants how to feed aright Thus with our Lord doth boundless Wisdom do And what is that to me or you Here 's a sad spectacle to view Here 's a Memento at the least Here is serv'd in his dearest guest At this his glor'ous Restauration Feast If Storms affright the Land and vex the Seas Shake our Towers o're-turn our Trees Let 'um go judge ev'n what they please But here is no tempest'ous day No massy Elmes lye cross the way 'T is the still voice that calleth him away When purer Matter 's upward heav'n-ward bound No rumblings in the Air are found It passes without stir or sound Whil'st what doth to the Center tend Earths bowels in its way must rend And therefore cannot but with noise descend Dying the world he never troubled Nor troubles it now he is dead By being richly buryed His worth 's to him a Hearse alone A stately and a lasting one It makes a Mausolaeum of one Stone Each English heart to his memorial 's a Monument Pyramidal CHARLES's breast an Escurial He needeth no solemnity But like his Sire intomb'd may be Who gave ignoble Graves Nobility Those Coats of Arms we on the dead bestow Are richest which no Art do know On which no Pearls no Gold they throw And he who 's plainly meanly clad Is own'd such lustre to have had That Art and Nature thereto could not adde Lay but a piece of Marble where he lies Marble for its qualities Hard to the touch white to the eyes If any ask for what intent Of him an Emblem 't may be meant Who was so Constantly so Innocent If this be done well done ye Over-seers Monuments whos'ever rears Gives Death a Triumph Wo's our Tears And Tears already are too rife See who it is that mourns in Chief The same is King of England and of Grief Muses if e're you shew'd your dainty Art Now put on Verse and play your part And dance bout pensive CHARLES's heart Take Horaces sweet Lyre awhile And Virgils high majestick Style Augustus 'twixt these two may chance to smile Go visit him as you are us'd to do When thoughts what thoughts have spent renew And wee 'r his Care his Solace you Upon his Meditat'ons wait His Mirth increase his Grief abate Which cause it fills his heart is very great Tell him unless he quickly comfort take Our Comfort and our Health 's at stake We suffer while our head doth ake There 's much to tell him but in sum Tell him of 's Brother what 's become Something of that must be the Medium If Souls turn Stars when they from hence are flown Of the first Magnitude he 's one And shines in the bright Northern Crown If the renown'd Philosopher 'Bout Transmigration did not erre He 's now some new born Eastern Emperor If Sp'rits departed from their Earthly Cell In the Air like Genii dwell W'have one more Guard'an-Michael If they whom shades of Death enwrap Doe but sleep he takes a nap In the Elys'an Sultanesses lap But why relate I Whimsies such as those Why do I pret'ous minutes loose One or t'other to suppose Stellification fancy is And so is Metempsychosis Gen'i are Dreams Soul-sleepers all men hiss Shew him who you and us protect on gives Shew him how without cause he greives For why in blisse His HENRY lives The Dukes of Gloucester signify Are so near kinne to Majesty Like English Kings themselves they never dye His Corps indeed have had their Buriall As all His Royall Kindred shall In th' Abby ah too near White-hall The Cover's here interred true But the Jewel upward flew And has new-cas't it selfe in yonder blue Yonder 's a building of a stately'r frame My thoughts are light with sacred flame And to themselves describe the same New-Jerusalem 't is call'd With Chrysolite and Berill wall'd And with our high'st Church Steeples pedestall'd The Architect was he of whom 't is said An Artist he Bezal el made And taught Vitruvius his trade Form'd craggy rocks and fertile feilds And all that land or water yeilds He bidd's mater'als be and builders builds A court it is wherein none die none mourn A Senate which doth ne're adjourn Where joy for scarlet robes is worn Therefore it was that HENRY dy'd Thither in fiery Coach to ride And change his Brothers for his Fathers side There Gloucester's coronetted crown'd with light Thick glory makes him all o're bright No Cromwels keep him from his right And now he has begun to Reign Now he hath once possess'on ta'ne No Pustulae do force him thence again Haile Prince Triumphant and excuse our love Which greives at what the Quires above Sing so much for so much approve VVe've done we will no more complain Because thou dy'dst in no great pain And endlesse ease with little smart did'st gain Wee 'l end our Th●●nody and dry our teares Because thou dy'dst well struck in yeares As by thy well-lead life appeares Thou livedst long in little space Condensing time as it did passe Each Houre a Month each Month a Lustrum was And now shall we those happy times behold Which were the Silver Age of old And had'st thou stay'd would be of Gold The Norman Aera's out of date Wee 'l ill events count from thy fate From CHARLES's reigne successes fortunate Hee 'l be obey'd to Europes utmost strand And o'r more Nat'ons have command Than thou possessest feet of land And under him shall Ovids rise And Ovids such as may suffice Fit Aen'ids and fit Il'ads to devize Let them Sing CHARLES's day and HENRY's night Let them for him new Fasti write For thee new Elegy's indite Let them be what I would have bin Let them compleat what I begin These sheets are too too scant to wind thee in FINIS