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A16938 Tvvo elegies consecrated to the neuer-dying memorie of the most worthily admyred; most hartily loued; and generally bewayled prince; Henry Prince of Wales. Brooke, Christopher, d. 1628.; Browne, William, 1590-ca. 1645. aut 1613 (1613) STC 3831; ESTC S106715 6,419 22

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wont to moue His soule harmonious with your sweet consents Howle your lost Ioy your Hope your Life your Loue With your crack't voyces and your Instruments Disioyne your selues and like the Turtle Doue Alone bewayle your losse in languishments Pine and consume and like the dying Swanne Sing Dirges for your selues and him that 's gone And yee the Noblest estate of men Souldiers embast in these degenerate times Though ye afford most matter to my Pen Texcite your Teares yet least my harsher Rimes On your sad cause doe make you mad agen Rest to your Passion Harke the Churches Chime● Ring to GODS seruice serue him then in Peace Wex poore in spirit and let action cease But yee deiected Spirits of his TRAINE Ruin'd in fortunes and distrest in minde Of my Complaint receiue this horrid straine Me thinkes your Passion should strike Reason blinde With your immoderate woes and tho in vaine Yee rage in Teares like Seas with boystrous winde Yet with full sayles of griefe you should be borne Till Mast were split sayles rent and tackling torne Now is my Passion with my soule at Warres Me thinkes the PILLORS of the world should shake Alcydes shrincke and shoures of lucklesse Starres Drop from their spheres me thinkes the earth should quake Graues gaspe Raunes croke and all confused iarres Fore-runne his FVNERALL yet what can make The sight more ruthfull when his HEARSE appeares A little Iland compast in with Teares O now through ruptures of each wounded Hart His liuing figure prompt our deadest hope That Teares earst choak't with horror may conuert To giue our Eyes their deaw and pitie scope Now let all sing a teare complayning part For weeping Floods doe now begin to ope A paslage for their streames which must extend In crook't Meanders without ebbe or end Prepare prepare thou hollow harted Tombe To take to thy dead Armes and to embrace A Teare deaw'd Hearse neuer did NATVRES Wombe Produce his like His Honour Beautie Grace Possesse all Harts Posteritie to come Record his Name which may no time deface And when Earths glory in Confusion lyes Let CHAOS murmer Vertues victories All stupid sence which Brittane Teares restraine Be now dissolu'd suggest the smallest Beames Of his true splendor and each frozen veine Will melt in griefe and turne to licquid streames On dryest Sorrow cast moyst showres of Raine Let heate and colde moyst dry with all extreames Fight with Confusion in each troubled brest Which Time to quiet neuer may digest Let teares shew Loue tho rob'd of comforts cause For Canker TIME hath eate our hopes with rust Let Passion melt as Icie coldnesse thawes Till windie sighes o'rewhelme vs with their gust Though teares nor passion wring from deaths fowle iawes Our ioyes delight now blended with the Dust Yet since our Hope and Ioy in dust doth lye Let Harts strayne blood Eyes weepe their fountaines dry Adore wee then that dreadfull sacred TRYNE That giues vs Essence out of Vacuum Nor gainst his Will let Rebbell Harts repine Who is the soule of soules infusion And though we seeme thus forced to resigne What we thought ours but his possession All fall before his mercies gracious THRONE Admire his Iustice and his ends vnknowne Decist vaine man be not degenerate In constitution of thy Soule and Minde Presume not in thy Thoughts t' expostulate With God who holds the lumpe of all thy kinde That bounds the Sea and sets the world his date Confines all things himselfe being vnconfin'd Nor can his Wils vncomprehended might Be linck't and ty'd to thy fond Appetite Is not a Malefactor sore afraide To view th' aspect of MANS Austeritie Doe not Faci●●●● Facts implore the aide Of humane MEN gainst Lawes leueritie When cruell Wrath with gentle Piu's staide Seemes not sterne lustice yoak't with Clemencie VVhich Sympathiz'd together in one Sphere Their Influence engender LOVE and feare How much more shall that Firme DIAMETER Essentiall Sphere of MANS Direction Heau'ns Architector VVorlds Artificer The Quinessence of all Perfection Be lou'd in Feare fear'd in Affection Let then no dusty VVormeling euer dare VVith his Eternall VVILL to hold dispute But wrapt in wonder all be dumbe and mute The LAVV is fixt whose Bounds may none transcend VVhich different Causes in one Chaine-combines All things by prouidence begin and end Which generally orders next assignes A speciall Powre to FATE which doth extend And singularly parts in Place and Times So that GODS generall Ord'nanc● firme must stand And FATE still vse his vnauoided Hand Dijs Pietas mea Et Musa Cordi est Defleuit CHRISTOPHERVS BROOKE FINIS