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A15651 Prince Henries obsequies or Mournefull elegies vpon his death vvith a supposed inter-locution betweene the ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine. By George Wyther. Wither, George, 1588-1667. 1612 (1612) STC 25915; ESTC S120235 16,710 42

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PRINCE HENRIES OBSEQVIES OR MOVRNEFVLL ELEGIES VPON HIS DEATH VVith A supposed Inter-locution betweene the Ghost of Prince Henrie and Great Brittaine By George Wyther LONDON Printed by Ed Allde for Arthur Iohnson at the white Horse neere vnto the great North doore of Saint Paul 1612 TO THE WHOLE WORLD IN GENERALL AND MORE PERTICVlarly to the Iles of great Brittaine and Ireland c. BIg-swolne with sighes almost drown'd with teares My Muse out of a dying traunce vp-reares Who yet not able to expresse her moanes In steede of better vtterance here groanes And least my close-breast should her health impaire Is come amongst you for to take the ayre I neede not name the greefes that on her seaze Th' are knowne by this beyond th' Antipodes But to your view some heauy rounds she brings That you may beare the burthen when she sings And that 's but Woe which you so high should straine That heauens vault might Eccho't backe againe Then though I haue not striued to seeme witty Yet read and reading note and noting pitty What though ther 's others show in this more Art I haue as true as sorowfull a hart What though Opinion giue me not a Name And I was ne're beholding yet to Fame Fate would perhapps my Muse as yet vnknowne Should first in Sorrowes liuery be showne Then be the witnes of my discontent And see if greefes haue made me Eloquent For here I mourne for your our publike losse And doe my pennance at the Weeping Crosse. The most sorrowfull G. W. DEath that by stealth did wound Prince H hart Is now tane Captiue and doth act the part Of one o'recome by being too too fierce And lies himselfe dead vnder Henries hearse He therefore now in Heauenly tunes doth Sing Hell wher 's thy triumph Death where is thy Sting Faults escaped Elegy 16 read Henry dead line 14 read be in hart Eleg. 23. line 13 r carryes him El. 2● l. 1. r my tongue El. 28. l. 14. r hadadrimmon in the second page of the Iterlocution li. 5. r with still line 8. r vinnaugh Eleg 29. line 5 read walkes TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE ROBERT Lord Sidney of Penshurst Vicount Lisle Lord Chamberlaine to the Queenes Maiestie and Lord Gouernour of Vlushing and the Castle of Ramekins George VVither presents these Elegiak-sonnets and wisheth double Comfort after his two-fold sorrow Anagrams on the name of Sir William Sidney Knight deceased Gulielmus Sidneius En vilis gelidus sum * But* Ei ' nilluge sidus sum BEside our great and Vniuersall care Wherein you one of our chiefe sharers are To adde more griefe vnto your griefs begunne Whilst we a Father lost you lost a Sonne Whose hapelesse want had more apparant beene But darkened by the Other 't was vnseene Which well perceiuing loth indeed was I The Memory of one so deare should die And thereupon I the occasion tooke For to present your Honor with this Booke Vnfained and true mournefull Elegies And for our HENRIE my last Obsequies That he which did your Sonnes late death obscure Might be the Meane to make his fame endure But this may but renew your former woe Indeed and I might well haue doubted soe Had not I knowne that Vertue which did place you Aboue the common sort did also grace you With guifts of Minde to make you more excell And farre more able Passions rage to quell You can and may with moderation moane For all your comfort is not lost with one Children you haue whose Vertues may renew The comfort of decaying Hopes in you Praised be God for such great blessngs giuing And happy you to haue such comforts liuing Nor doe I thinke it can be rightly sed You are vnhappy in this One that 's dead For notwithstanding his first Anagram Frights with Behold now cold and vile I am Yet in his last he seemes more cherefull farre And Ioyes with Soft Mourne not I am a Starre Oh great preferment what could he aspire That was more high or you could more desire Well since his soule in heau'n such glory hath My Loue bequeathes his Graue this Epitaph Here vnder lies a SIDNEY And what than Dost thinke here lies but relicks of a man Know 't is a Cabanet did once include VVIT BEAVTIE SVVEETNES COVRT'SEY FORTITVDE So let him rest to Memory still deare Till his Redeemer in the Clowdes appeare The while accept his VVill who meaning plaine Doth neither write for praise nor hope of Gaine And now your Teares and priuate Griefe forbeare And turne againe to this our Publike care Your Honours true honorer George Wyther PRINCE HENRIES OBSEQVIES OR Mournefull Elegies vpon his death With A supposed inter-locution betweene the Ghost of Prince Henry and Great Brittaine Eleg. 1. NOw that beloued Henries glasse is runne And the last duties to his body showne Now that his sad-sad Obsequies be done And publike sorowes well-nigh ouer-blowne Now giue me leaue to leaue all Ioyes at one For a dull Melancholy lonelines To pine my selfe with a selfe-pining mone And fat my greefe with solitarines For if it be a comfort in distresse As some thinke to haue sharers in our woes Then I desire to be comfortles My Soule in publike greefe no pleasure knowes Yea I could wish and for that wish would die That there were none had cause to greeue but I. Eleg. 2. For were there none had cause to greeue but I Twoul'd from my Sorrowes many sorrowes take And I should moane but for ones misery Where now for thousands my poore heart doth ake Bide from me Ioy then that still from me bid'st Be present Care that euer present art Hide from me Comfort that at all times hid'st For I will greeue with a true-greeuing heart I le glut my selfe with Sorrow for the nonce VVhat though my Muse against it once did say Oh beare with my vnbridled Passion once I hope it shall not yet from vertue stray Since greefe for such a losse at such a season May be past measure but not out of Reason Eleg. 3. Why should I for th' infernall Furies hallo Call vpon darkenes and the lonely night Or summon vp Minerua or Apollo To help me dolefull Elegies endite Here needs no mention of the feares of Stix Of black Cocitus or such fained stuffe Those may paint out their greefes with forc't tricks That haue not in them reall cause enough I neede it not yet for no priuate Crosse Droopes my sad soule nor doe I mourne for fashion For why a generall a publike losse Kindles within me a right wofull Passion Then oh alas what n●ede hath he to borrow Tht's pintch't already with a feeling sorrow Eleg. 4. First for thy losse poore world-diuided I le My eyes pay greefes drink-offering of teares And I set by all other thoughts a while To feede my minde the better on thy cares I saw how happie thou wert but of late In thy sweet Henries hopes yea I saw too How thou didst glory in