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A09513	Deuoreux Vertues teares for the losse of the most christian King Henry, third of that name, King of Fraunce; and the vntimely death, of the most noble & heroicall gentleman, VValter Deuoreux, who was slaine before Roan in Fraunce. First written in French, by the most excellent and learned gentlewoman, Madam Geneuuefue, Petau Maulette. And paraphrastically translated into English. Ieruis Markham.	Petau de Maulette, Geneviève.; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1597 (1597)	STC 19793; ESTC S110428	34,051	98

Thy sacred resolutions towring wing A step aboue Fames height intirely sought And if to doe enough were that sweet thing VVhich thou aspyr'dst to it was fully wrought Thou didst enough if conquest might content And who doth more is worthy to be shent 206 But thys false-painted Dietie call'd Laude VVhich makes vs thirst for vaine Eternitie Twixt our Desires and Hope a cunning Bawde Vshers the soule vnto Extremitie And helpt by slie insinuating Fraude Couers her deeds in scrowles of Pietie This hath led others but it led not thee For thou esteem'st no such vaine Imagrie 207 A most religious humor was thy guide A feruent zeale to raise vp Maiestie A hate vnto this hell-bred Monster Pride A loathe thou took'st gainst vp-start Tyranny Religion Loue and Honour sanctifide VVith all the other beames of Pietie Gaue light vnto thy foot-steps and brought forth Thy minde to dare to doe these acts of worth 208 No Idoll-beautie in thy hart was seene To gouerne what thou vnder-took'st in this Thou hadst no Mistres but thy sou'raigne Queene And shee of all mens prayse most worthy is Her beames I doe confesse made the beames keene Of thy best mettald Spirit what 's amisse That shee makes perfit what can perfit die If first it be not moulded in her eye 209 Thou liuely worke of her great excellence VVel-worthy Matter for her powre to frame I could attache thee of a high offence In beeing too regardlesse what became Of thine excelling fortunes what defence But was too little to begirt thy Name For her works sake though not thine owne respect Thou should'st haue banish'd farre this warrs defect 210 But woe vnto this too late counsayling VVoe that I haue a cause to counsaile thus VVoe of all woes conscience perpetuall sting Aliue and dead haunt him that iniur'd vs In curses would I name him would shame ring His name and hold it meritorious But hell for more-great mischiefe still doth hide it Because if knowne no creature would abide it 211 An vnknowne villaine for he was vnseene The while the skirmish heate continued VVith others like himselfe which monsters beene In a remoted place were ambushed And viewing all the battailes irefull teene And how Fames beautie was imbellished In Deu'rax deeds growne enuious of the staine Sent from his peece a bullet through his braine 212 Most damned wretch thou hast most vildly done The Musket back recoyling told as much The glasse of Honour now was fully runne VVhat hart but this base dastard-blow will touch Vngratious engin which eclip●st our Sunne For euer be thou curst and let all such As heare thee hate thee let thy stinking breath Be loath'd and held the sauour of foule Death 213 Now from his hands fell downe the golden raynes And gaue the Horse that libertie he sought The remnant of his sences which remaines Fled from their Pallace all to ruine brought The blood ranne freshly from his weeping vaines His bodies King a heau'nly Empire caught But all his vertues to his brother fled And vow'd to liue with him since hee was dead 214 Looke how a shole of Rauens for a baite Tangle their liues in danger of the snare Or starued VVolues that wanting what to eate Seeing a pray pursues it without care So those which nothing but theyr deaths awaite Seeing the falling of thys noble Starre I meane the Rebels re●t of all defence Hazard new deaths to steale the body thence 215 But they whose harts had long time liu'd therein For t was a little kingdome of theyr loues Seeing thys reprobate and damned sin Both for reuenge and honour stoutlie proues To beate them backe so that new fights begin The fight of fights which stones to wonder moues One would faine get the other will not loose Both hange in doubt and can nor will nor choose 216 At last Impatience coniures vp Resolue VVhich like a Spirit rays'd thundreth about Rents Towers trees and Mountaines doth dissolue Euen so like rag'd the English when base Doubt Made question of their chaunce straight they absolue Themselues from feare then through the damned rout Made thousand seuerall wayes by mayne strength Got where he was recou'red him at length 217 From the sad ground they heau'd his wounded head VVedded too soone vnto deuouring dust His saddle for a Bere supplies the stead His Horse his breathing ioy his valours trust VVhich boare him liuing now must beare him dead All things were quite transform'd to what they must As soft as foote could fall ô Snaile-pacst mones They brought him to his Tent with sighs with grones 218 But when this obiect in the middle way Incounterd with his noble Brothers sight VVhat tears what vowes what plaints what shall I say VVhat euery thing that can but shape the plight Of insupportable distresse O day Blacker then hell more desolate then night VVhat not to be imagin'd care didst thou View in his face and reade vpon his brow 219 Fraunce thou might'st this day praise the King of Kings VVhich rays'd thee vp a King of thine owne seede VVho like a brooding Henne vnder his wings Nourisht thee kindly wept to see thee bleede And lost him selfe to gaine thee quiet things For had thy haps been other-wise this deede Had been thine vtter ruine and decay Thy Glories last knowne houre and Shames first day 220 O R●an thou ayme-cryer to this woe Be proude thy fortunes by thy King was blest Else thou which now art high had then layne loe As low as leueld plaines by fire deprest VVhat thou wert then now had been nothing so Infants yet hanging on their Mothers brest Should haue come far thy mem'ries to haue seene But missing thee not knowne where thou hadst beene 221 Nor so contented had great Essex stayde But brought an other name vnto thy Land Yet better fortune thy worse chaunce alayde He which did lift it vp now slay'd his hand Had he been for him selfe not others ayde His strange reuenge by all tongues had been scand And for each drop his Brothers wound did shed A million of French Gallants had layne dead 222 Nor came he home wholy vnsatisfide VVitnes thy widdowes yet within thy streete Thy walls and houses scarse reedifide The Orphants wayling at their Grandams feete Thy Churches vselesse and vnsanctifide These records with reuenge in part doe meete But greater had it been and better would If Might did what it might not what it should 223 Fraunce that wert beautious ô be comly still Be not a Vassaile that an Empire was Loue thy dread Lord be gouernd by his will Thy ruling of thy selfe brings ills to passe Confound his foes and thine owne mischiefes kill Be you your selues helpers in your ill case Least your ingratitudes doe draw perforce From you his loue on you your neighbours force 224 And then againe Essex returne againe Yoaking your vntam'd necks making you bow In whose almighty minde cannot be slaine The mem'rie of his Brother I auow And heere presage if euer your

27 For as a mighty Deludge after raine Gliding with furie from the hils desent Finding all bounds too straite for his remaine VVith roaring clamors as the earth did rent Bursts through the Meads ouer-flowes the plaine Chiding the rocks in which his waues were pent Then drownes the Plough-mans profit in his fall His house his hay his labours hope and all 28 Briefly so like a Tyrant doth it rage Madder since vnresisted being mad VVhen an incountring bridge seekes to aswage The thunder-d●a●●ing current proudly glad As these sterne men borne in this yron age Haue done who making all my pleasures sad Are nor content to teare their Countries bones And spoyle her life and ●oule with bed-rid grones 29 But being Paracids abortiue borne In whom old Nature chalengeth no right Bring in their murdrous hands to Fraunce forlorne The minatours of shame engins of spight As pride inchastitie horrour blood and scorne Monsters of hell-black sunnes vnto the night Thinking to stop that royall Champions breath VVhose life preseru'd Diuinitie from death 30 Euen him whom I had planted strong and hie High in the world strong in the harts of Kings To be a scourge vnto their tyrannie Bating the furie of their enuious wings By meanes of that almighty Henry Henry de Val●is on whom vertue rings Vnder whose gracious aspect I did hope My lawes should take new vertue larger scope 31 And the all white pure Virgin-colour'd faith Of soules eternall quiet lodg'd in skies That turnes the dying pangs to ioyes in death Should to the height of heights aspire and rise Hence sprang it and for this my true hart saith I ioyn'd to him the man most stout most wise Th' other all great Henry whose in-sight Might guide support and gouerne him in right 32 But ô these monstrous men Monsters not men VVhom the earth-shaking heauens in thunder fram'd To make my ruine boundlesse they euen then Haue rays'd their blood-bath'd hands yet vnasham'd Against the Lords anoynted VVeepe my pen For they haue slaine their King brute beasts vntam'd Their sacred King their worlds God whose true care Made their great names florish on earth so fare 33 But he too excellent to know what 's ill The gooddest holy one that breath'd this ayre Troubling no thoughts to think what others will Neglected what they meant what harts they beare Neither ambition palme-like growing still Nor lookes nor policies nor nightly feare Made him beware which each day growing on Double each day afflicted me with moane 34 ❀ At th' end of this sad memorable storie Crossing her armes as one in desperate case There broke from her two eyes the starres of glorie Two bloody ●●reames of teares that ranne a pace VVhich her immortall sighs woes oratorie Straue both to interrupt and to disgrace So mightily that pitty did not stint To place him selfe in harts of yron and flint 35 Heere heere sayd she assoone as say she could Or that her woes gaue words leaue how to speake Heere mayst thou see my sorrowes flood vnfold The deludge of my care hence hence doth breake The tumult of my sighs the heate the cold Of my flame-burning thoughts benum'd and weake This is the cause of my first borne lament And the true greefe which doth my soule torment 36 And yet t is but the first step to my care Or but the superficies of my paine A preface to my moane an Index to dispaire A little thred lending a mighty meane To search the Laborinth where languors are A rising cloude against a storme of raine For mount on mount was thrown masse vpon masse Till greatest greefe grew greater then it was 37 This woe that spred it selfe from East to VVest Bounding the Artick and Antartick pole Ambitiously enuied he was supprest VVithin the circute of the worlds controle VVherefore as if all tremor all vnrest VVere insufficient richly to condole My starre-crost misaduentures in disdaine Adds a new greefe to make new worlds complaine 38 Euen now affliction heaues her heauie arme And spreads black sorrowes Ensigne through our land Calamitie braues all the world with harme And burnes vp peace with warres worst fier-●●and Tempests no calmes mens eares doe rudely charme And all prepostrous things in tumult stand All fortunes draw vs to infortunes gates Fortune the first and last that ruin● states 39 O Fortune thou great Amorite of Kings Opinions breath thou Epicurian ayre Inuention of mans soule falsest of things A step beyond our iudgement and a stayre Higher then men can reach with reasons wings Thou blind-fold Archeresse thou that wilt not heare Thou foe to persons manners times and all That raysest worthlesse whilst the worthiest fall 40 O thou whom all may find but none auoyde Deceitfull Queene of mutabilitie Swift are thy feathered feete still vnanoyde Loftie thy minde thy hopes to heauen flie Thy wings are light like flames neuer destroyd Vpon a Globe thou stand'st turning our miserie Of thee must I complaine dread Nurse of woe From whom both heauen and earthly things doe floe 41 Thou thrall to none but to Philosophie That Monarchies and states turn'st at thy will Leauing no more marks of their dignitie Then ships in water leaue or feathered quill Leaues in the liquid ayre when speedilie It glides through it scaling the starry hill Monster-bearing Mother why didst thou long Hauing done thy worst yet to doe greater wrong 42 But why of this great nothing doe I plaine Stoning to death these shadowes with my teares And rather doe not with their drops constraine The substance to lament for my dispaires VVhy doth not this salt Ocean of my braine Conuay my mournings to more better eares Beating the marble-skye for this offence Chiding no more Fortune but Prouidence 43 O Prouidence the conduct to our life The ground of vertue hostile foe to sinne That rearest Towers and appeasest strife That gatherst all disperced exiles in Thou that inuentedst lawes gaue man his wife Thou Mistris vnto auncient discipline Thou that bearest heauen nature round about thee That makest all things nothing being without thee 44 O why art thou growne blind leading astray Confounding vertue making vice thy friend Sacking the sun-shine Towers of the day Prefixing wandring miserie no end VVhy hast thou giuen Barbarizme sway And wilt not let Order on thee attend VVhy art thou fled from vs whither art thou gone Leauing both men and all things else alone 45 Tell me thou Architectresse of this frame Thou that vpon the great booke-firmament VVritest in golden star●es each creatures name Their liues their fortunes and intendiment VVhy dain'st thou not that we may reade the same And spelder our misdeeds why we be shent If to behold the letters be thy will Teach vs to reade that we may rid our ill 46 Lend vs diuine eyes to our heauenly part To reade on that almighty Chronicle So shall the date of vertue neuer part But double wonder with more miracle Ay me against the wind breathes my poore hart

selfe-kinde Vnto selfe-kind affords a mutuall right Of●patious trees of flowres and fruites I finde Millions of consorts pittying my plight But their dumb eloquence wound more the minde And in their silent listning seeme to say VVe are Griefes hearers why doth Griefes tongue stay 242 This heauie summons to my wounded hart Awakt the sleeping sparks of my best zeale VVhich mixed with my Countries fatall smart Both cause and mourner of this early peale Compeld me play Calamities sad part And striue thy prayse ô Deu'rax to reueale Affliction in my bosome long deprest Broke from my lips and thus flew from my brest 243 ¶ Alas mine eyes that these your falling teares Should make two Riuers and yet not erect Their Funeralls aboue the mouing spheares But sadly on these flowres with sighs defect Paint lamentable verses pittious feares The witnesses of thousand Griefes respect O now exhalt these fountaynes of my brayne They happy are which for good Chaunce complayne 244 Nor eyes nor verse fill'd with this tearie source VVhich with pale colours ploughs my furrowed face Can vs suffice till my sad tongues discourse Relent obdurate Pitty mourne Disgrace All paynes all mortall anguishes all worse Then payne or anguish or the wofulst case Can be imagin'd ô what payne haue I To see againe a new Achilles die 245 VVoe me mine eyes seeke shadowes for your sight To sounding Rocks recount your miseries The Sunne is not for you seeke lasting Night Long not for Day place galling agonies And fore-knowne mischiefes next thy heauie plight Of woes and wrongs found new societies VVeepe weepe poore Fraunce this losse by Fate down hurld Is not alone to thee but all the world 246 ❀ Alas fayre Nimphs you Ladies of cleare springs If eyther loue or pitty which still dwells In femall harts lament those heauie things VVhich presse our fortunes downe to many hells VVhy doe you let these flow'rs which dumbly sings VVeepe ere you weepe and with tormenting yells Sigh long before you O great powers decline Teares shed for Vertues sake are teares deuine 247 ❀ You VVood-Gods hence leaue haunting of your Caues Come weepe with me this lamentable crosse VVhich fatall Death the Emperour of graues Hath heapt vpon our dayes ô bare-bon'd glosse Of what we all must be what nothing saues Can there alas then this be surer losse To see all vertue in a forgotten Tombe Of Fortune ô ineuitable dombe 248 ❀ O Fate thou faithlesse measurer of times Most vnindiffrent Mistris to young yeares VVhich haue the purest soules now note thy crimes Tell vs who caus'd thee hasten our dispaires Inroling Deu'rax in these buriall rimes VVhy didst thou bandie mischiefe gainst the spheares Taking away what heauen to earth did lend And bringing rarest things to quickest end 249 In spight of thee and Death his gentle Name His glorious Name vnder his soule shall shine It from the skyes shall take the dayes bright flame And on the heauenly stage his deeds deuine Shall sacredly be reade and by the same Eternity shall liue his vertues Mine Shall be a rich example vnto Kings T is prayse not shame to follow vertuous things 250 ❀ Daughters of Ioue since happy Memory Inroles the deeds are worthy of record In golden letters lasting Charractrie Vpon a pollisht Marble ô accord And in that Booke heauens royall Lybrarie VVrite downe his Prayses then that Prayse afford Limits beyond all earth or seas proud rage Leauing their beames to guide this yron age 251 ❀ You Sisters of Apollo sacred nyne O through all worlds within your lyuing Arts Beare his renowne and graue within your shryne The honour of his great almighty parts Let it flye farther much then Sunne can shyne For he was euen a Monarke of all harts Nor euer did the VVarriours in times past Attayne more honour then his Time imbra●st 252 ❀ O tryple crown'd Diana ô great Queene Latonas Daughter Sister to the Sunne Thou Delphian Lamp Lady of euery greene VVith that sad Christall water which doth runne From thy celestiall eyes sadly be seene To wet this Tomb where Englands fame doth wonne Make it a lyuing spring thinke there remaynes VVhat ere the earth or rich or fayre contaynes 253 VVhat ere on earth is rich delightsome fayre Holy or vertuous which the rare right hand Of that most great most infinite most deere Father of all eternitie makes stand Vpon this mold vnder the tryple ayre VVhich bounds the boundlesse circute of the Land Vpon his soules-brow thinke thou seest the same The deere Conseruatour of his best Name 254 ¶ Fraunce which hath caus'd the losse of all this best Come offer teares and sighs for sacrifice And though too late by it know thy vnrest ¶ Goddesse ELIZA Queene of harts and eyes That lost this Name I loue wish it good rest Say Deu'rax liue in peace and t' will suffice I dare not beg a teare yet Deu'rax gone You lost one of the best beames bout your Throne 255 ❀ And you great Lord greatest of all that 's great Loosing your Brother whom most worthilie The earth adores your breasts fayre Pallace beate Deere Essex prayse his new Natiuitie ❀ You Soueraigne Ladies thron'd in my harts seate Northumberland and Rich for charritie Ayde his rare prayse and sweeten my poore rime VVhich striues to make him conquer Death and Time 256 ❀ Lastly you English people Pallas Squires Faithfully wall this Saint-like Tomb about And make his vertues grow from your desires Report by Valures tongue the world throughout That though the Fates incenst with enuious fires Breake Natrues thred and captiuate the stout Yet shall his Name the badge of Pietie Liue both in heauen and earth eternallie 257 And thus arest thy pace poore heauie Muse Doe thy last seruice end thy weary tale And on this well-built holy Tomb infuse The large deriued currents of thy bale Say as to say all holy powers vse Glory adue Honour and Vertues pale ❀ The drowned Meads againe regaine their greene VVhat not in him is in his Brother seene FINIS The Countesse of Northumberland the Lady Rich. The two Ladies Sir Iohn Norris Sir Frauncis Vere 〈◊〉 Roger Williams Sir Conyers Clyfford Sir Math●w Morgan Sir Edw●rde Brooke M. Walter 〈◊〉 Roan be●●●g'd Villiers Gouernour of Roan Essex and De●●rax