whom as they past along A soft sweet Murmur for their Vertues blest Serued with Them each in her office prest That goodly Rising Sunne whose Rayes new spred So rathe a Spring of flowring Hopes haue bred And after both his fauourd Names were giuen The humane first then that they brought froÌ„ Heauen All in a ring about him did appeer Vnder the form of some faire Princesse neer Or some great Prince then present there in view To doe his Name the Honors iustly due Each cheering Him to follow for direction The Propertie Shee brings to Kings perfection Maist Thou said one as his sweet Eyes she kist Great-little Prince be of the Heav'ns so blist That though Augustus fortunes Thine surpasse Thy Fortunes yet may giue thy Prudence place Mayst Thou abound in royall Bountie so Another said that Traiane thou out-go May said another how my Hopes aspire Thy Valour one-day euen excell thy Sire May there said one one-day appear in Thee Thy Martiall Fathers match-lesse Clemencie And maist Thou froÌ„ thy Child-hood said another Exceed in Zeale thy Mother and God-mother â—n briefe Pandora-like Each offered there Their precious Gifts in Praesage as it were Till with aduantage gracious Heav'ns produce Their wished-Counsails into Act and Vse Grant God Almighty King of Kings that Hee When on These Thrones his royall Turn shall bee Hee may haue care t' accomplish euery-where What all our Hopes haue for him dar'd to swear And what his Looks Words Maners Motions seem â—n euery part to promise still for Him May Hee his People tender loue protect Delight in Iustice yield them her Effect May hee forbeare to over-charge their backs With novel Tributs or with need-less Taxe And let them see that of all Titles giuen To all the Kings that haue been vnder Heav'n Hee holdeth Good the best better then glorious Warrs-thunderbolt Earths-Terror Great Victorious Whose loftie sound makes Princes oft become Abroad more feared then belou'd at home High swells the Ocean when the Moon 's at full And with proud Billowes threats both Hill Hull But sinks againe and shrinks into his Bed When Cynthia mues her neuer-constant Head So swelling proud so surly browd the while So temper-lesse tempted with Fortunes smile Ignoble Natures are too-lightly pufft And with her Frowne as basely counterbufft Farre other be His firm and generous Mind Whether his Fate be curst or be she kinde Yea fawn-shee frown-shee firm indeed to none Be He still like him Selfe The same still one Still bountifull still milde-maiesticall And still vouchsafing free Accesse to all So that no Barre a Barbarous deuice But due Respect doo seuer Him from His. For be a Prince neuer so mighty Great If betwixt Him and His a Bar He set At length he sets one which scarce ought repaires Twixt their Affections his own Affaires â—eaue He to th' idle Pomp of Prester-Ians To miss-proud Sophyes and soft Asians That Care to keep their tawny Maiesties â—rom Subiects sight saue once a yeere or twice And let Him daily like the Sunne goe out To cleer and cheer the clowdie World about To doo the poore oppressed Widow right To help the Orphan ouer-born by might To ease the iust sighes of sad Labourers And alwaies like that best of Emperors Think That no Day or think it lost for nought Wherein he hath not some such Action wrought Or that he liues not then or liues in vaine Or as a Subiect not a Soueraine Consume not Hee in frivolous Expence What gold a iust Loue 's gentle violence Shall for his Succour in extream Affaire Force his poore People from their hands to spare Nay froÌ„ their mouthes nay rather froÌ„ their bellies Perhaps drawn-dry with Pump of former Tallies But rather counting it with some Remorse Not Gold but Bloud may He with greater force Abhor to lauish vpon idle Vaines His Subiects soule th'humor of their Veines That great King-Prophet so renownd for Song Once for the water of a Well did long Which at the Postern of a Citie rose Amid an Host of his most deadly Foes Three of his Worthies in despight of death Brake through their Armie euen to vnderneath The very vvall whereas the Well did spring Whereof they drew a portion for the King Then off againe they brauely come their waies Couer'd with wounds but more with worthy Praise And re-arriu'd in their owne Camp their Prize Vnto their Prince present in humble wise But He bethinking through how many deaths Those dreadless Champions had then fetcht their breaths In fetching of that wished Water so For all his thirst hee would not drink it tho For what is This said he but the hart-bloud Of These that Thus haue ventur'd for my good So to Gods will His willing to accord Hee offers it on th' Altar of the Lord. So may Our Prince another-day imploy The publique Treasure which with carefull Ioy His louing Subiects shall as ought the loyall Yield to support his Port and Charges royall â—ay Hee present to th'in-sight of his Thought With how much Sweat Sorrow it is bought What Rigor vsed in his Name perhaps â—xtorts it from oppressed Widowes laps â—rom wretched Crafts-men froÌ„ hard-racked Swains Whom Pouerty at her owne Mess maintains And in Compassion say with tender griefe â—his is my Subiects bloud my Peoples Life This must not then in idle Pomp and Play As vvater spilt be spent and cast away Then doubting lesse the damage then th' abuse Vow it to God as to the rightfull Vse And 't is to consecrate and vow it right And in a fashion pleasing in Gods sight To poure it out in Royall right Expence Either in War-works for his Realms defence Or for his Honor to all Times to seale His King-like Bounty Prouidence and Zeale Close-fisted therefore may He neuer be To the true Seed of sacred Memorie To Those whose lustre doth adorne Renowne And honors Kings more then their orient Crown To stately Structures speaking Eminence So as their Vse match their Magnificence To wall High-waies to heaw-down harmfull Ridges To paralel Eld's Aquae ducts and Bridges Found Hospitals or to endow them founded To stop Sea-Breaches where they haue surrounded To fence with Peers Piles of sundry sorts From Neptunes furie his importing Ports To build faire Shops for th' Helyconian Loomes T' advance Their Arts and giue chiefe Parts chiefe Rooms And as with liuing Nets by Benefits To catch both Valiant Spirits Learned Wits Millions of Verse haue sounded loftily The Prudence Prowesse Pitie Pietie And sacred Iustice of our Souerain Sir As diuerse gales their diuers Sailes did stir But not a Voice in low or loftie vaine Hath of his Bountie euer sung a straine Yet yeerly from his liberal hand hath come A million a more then Royall Sum Among those happy whom his Goodnes graces Or whom their owne in his opinion places Which of his Predecessors first or last In Gifts or Guerdons these â—aâ—e limits past Not one of them did euer reach so
be as well taught as fed 5. Of a Iudge Both blinde and lame I iudge Thee best to make Least that thine Eyes miss-giue thy Hands miss-take 6. Of a Husbandman Good-morrow bids the Cock th'Owle bids Good-night To Countrie-Cares I bid GOD speed them right 7. Of a Captaine In War and Peace CHRIST is the sole Commander To lead to God-ward follow still His Standard Of all the Seauen So Rule 1 Plead 2 Practise 3 Preach 4 Doom 5 Delue 6 Direcâ— 7 Climes 1 Causes 2 Cures 3 CHRIST 4 Crimes 5 Turues 6 Troâ—…selâ—… 7 FINIS LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM or The Spirit of Teares Distilled For the vn-timely Death of The incomparable PRINCE HENRY Late PRINCE of WALES By IOSVAH SYLVESTER HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE LACHRYMAE LACHRYMARVM A Funeral Elegie The Argument in an EPITAPH HEre lyes Drie Eies read not This EPITAPH Heer lyes Great-Britans Stay Great Iacob's Staff The stately Top-bough of Imperial Stemme World's richest Iewell Nature 's rarest Gemme Mirror of Princes Miracle of Youth All Vertues Pattern Patron of all Truth Refuge of Armes ample Reward of Arts Worth 's Comforter milde Conquerer of Hearts The Churche's Tower the Terror of the Pope Herôik HENRY Atlas of our Hope HOw-euer short of Others Art and Wit I knowe my powers for such a Part vnfit And shall but light my Candle in the Sun To doe a work shall be so better Donne Could Teares and Feares giue my Distractions leaue Of sobbing words a sable Webbe to weaue Could Sorrow's Fulnes giue my voice a vent How would how should my saddest Verse lament In deepest Sighes in stead of sweetest Songs This Loss alas which vnto All belongs To All alas though chiefly to the Chief His royal Parents Principalls in grief To All the Peers to all Confederate To All the CHVRCH to all the CHRISTIAN State To all the Godly now and future farr To all the WORLD except S.P.Q.R. To All together and to Each a-part That liues and loues Religion Armes or Art To all abroad but to Vs most of all That neerest stood to my High Cedars fall But more then most to Mee that had no Prop But HENRY's Hand and but in Him no Hope In Whom with Nature Grace and Fortune mett To consummate a PRINCE as Good as Great In WhoÌ„ the Heavn's were pleas'd to shew the Earth A richer Iewell then the World was worth Or worthy of therefore no more to make So rare a Piece His pretious Moulde they brake O soudain Change O sad Vicissitude O! how the Heav'ns our Earthly Hopes delude O! what is firm beneath the Firmament O! what is constant heer that giues Content What Trust in Princes O! what Help in Man Whose dying Life is but in length a spann Melting as Snowe before the Mid-day Sunn Past as a Poste that speedy by dooth runn â—wift as the Current of the quickest Stream â—ain as a Thought forgotten as a Dream O Deerest HENRY Heav'n and Earth's Delight O cleerest Beame of Vertues Rising bright O purest Spark of Pious Princely Zeale O surest Ark of Iustice sacred weale O grauest Presage of a Prudent Kinde O brauest Message of a Valiant Minde O All-admir'd Benign and Bountious O All-desired right PANARETVS PANARETVS All-vertuous was thy Name Thy Nature such such euer be thy Fame O deerest cleerest purest surest Prop O grauest bravest highest nighest Hope O! how vntimely is this Sunne gonn down This Spark put-out This Ark as ouerthrown This Presage crost This Message lost and left This Prop displac't This Hope of All bereft O! How vnkinde How graceless How ingrate Haue Wee cut-off Thy likely longer Date For were This Stroak froÌ„ Heav'ns immediat hand Or by Heav'ns leaue from Hell's suborned Band Of ROMVLIDES What dare not They presumeâ— If this That Sea a Sulphury Sea consume How-e'r it were We were the Moouing Cause That sweet Prince HENRY breath no-longer drawâ— Wee all alas haue had our hands herein And Each of vs hath by some cord of Sinne Hal'd down from Heav'n from Iustice awfull Seat This Heauy Iudgement which yet more doth threat Wee Clergie first who too-too-oft haue stood More for the Church-goods theÌ„ the Churches good Wee Nobles next whose Title euer strong Can hardly offer Right or suffer Wrong Wee Magistrates who mostly weak of sight Are rather faine to feele then see the Right Wee Officers whose Price of euery Place Keeps Vertue out and bringeth Vice in grace Wee Gentrie then who rack and sack and sell To swimme like Sea-Crabs in a foure-wheeld Shell Wee Courtiers next who French-Italianate Change with the Moon our Fashion Faith Fate Wee Lawyers then who Dedalizing LAVV And deadding Conscience like the Horse-leach drawe Wee Cittizens who seeming Pure and Plaine Beguile our Brother make our God our GAYNE Wee Country-men who slander Heav'n and Earth As Authors of Our Artificial Dearth Wee Pourueyors last who taking tenn for two Rob both at once our Prince and People too All briefly all all Ages Sexes Sorts In Countries Citties Benches Churches Courts All Epicures Witt-Wantons Atheists Mach'-Arctines Momes Tap-To-Bacchonists Batts Harpies Sirens Centaures Bib-all-nights Sice-sink-ap-Asses Hags Hermaphrodites And Wee poore Nothings fixed in no Spheare Right Wandring Tapers Erring euery-where Scorn of the Vulgar Scandall of the Gowne Haue pull'd this waight of Wrath This Vengeance down All All are guilty in a high Degree Of This High-Treason and Conspiracie More brute then Brutus stabbing more then CAESAR With Two-hand-SINNES of Profit and of Pleasure And th'odious Engine which doth all include Our Many-pointed proud INGRATITVDE For for the Peoples Sinnes for Subiects crymes God takes-away good Prinâ—es oftentimes So good IOSIAH HENRY 's parallel Was soon bereft from Sinfull Israel So our good EDVVARD HENRY's Pre-cedent For ENGLAND's Sinnes was hence vntimely hent So heer good HENRY is new taken hence For now Great-BRITAN's great Sinnes Confluence VVee see th' Effect wee haue the Cause confest O! Turn wee then with speed to Saue the rest O! Turn vs Lord turn to vs turn away Thy Frowns our Fears with humblest Tears we pray O saue our SOVERAIN saue his Royall seed That still his Owne may on his Throne succeed Let Each of vs make priuie Search within And hauing found bring forth the Traitor SIN To Execution with all Execration Henceforth renouncing such In-Sin-newation Let Each of vs as Each hath throw'n a Dart A Dart of Sinne at HENRY's princely heart Send-vp in Sighes our Soules deuoutest breath To Shield our IAMES ANNE CHARLES ELIZABETH And HIM whose Loue shal render HER her Brother And make Her soon a happy Princes Mother Let Each of vs cease to lament in vain Prince HENRY 's Loss Death is to HIM a Gain For Sauoy's Dukelings or the Florentine He Wedds his Sauiour of a Regal Ligne Glory for Gold for Hope Possession there Of Crowns so Rich as neuer entred Eare Eye neuer sawe nor euer Heart conceav'd So strong Assur'd as cannot be bereav'd Waile not his death His Vertues cannot Dye
farre from the All-ruling hand Of Iustice Selfe th' Almighty GOD most High To doe Iniustice or Iniquitie No He to Each man his own Work repayes And makes him finde according to his Waies Vndoubtedly the Lord of Hosts the Strong Nor hath nor doth nor will nor can doe wrong Who hath to Him charge of the Earth impos'd And Who but He hath the whole World dispos'd If He but please on Man to set his minde To re-assume his Spirit his Breath his Wind All Flesh at once if He but hold his breath Shall turn to Dust and perish all in Death Now note Thou this if so thou hast a heart To vnderstand list what my Words impart Shal He haue Rule that Iudgement loathes lacks And for vniust wilt Thou the Iustest taxe Beseems it Any to a King to say O! Thou art Wicked in thy partial Sway Or vnto Princes to vpbraid them Thus You are Vngodly you are Impious Then how-much lesse to Him that puts no Ods Touching the Persons of those Earthly Gods Nor twixt the Rich and Poore the Great and Small For they alike are his owne Hands-work all They at His will shall in a moment die Yea euen at Mid-night vnexpectedly The People shall be troubled and transported And euen the Princes without hands subuerted For euermore His eyes are open wide On all Mens Waies on euery Step Stride There is no Darknes nor no Shade of Death For Wicked-ones to hide them vnder-neath Nor will he though Any so ouer-load That they may iustly grudge or plead with GOD. By Heaps will He to peeces grinde the Great And in their steed set Others in their seat For vnto Him their Works are manifest Night turn'd to Light and they shall be supprest Them as most Wicked smites he as it were In all mens sight in open Theatre Because from Him they did reuolt and swerue And would not any of his Waies obserue But caus'd the loud Cries of the Poore ascend To Him who alwaies doth their Cryes attend When He giues Quiet who dares be so bold To cause Disturbance And if He with-hold His Countenance who then behold Him can Whether a People or a Priuate man That th'Hypocrite no more may Raign as King Nor vnder him the snared People wring Vs therfore Thus beseems to say to GOD I beare with Patience thy correcting Rod I will not murmur nor burst out therefore But sigh in silence and offend no more Shew me my Sins I see not nor perceiue And Hence-forth will I all Iniustice leaue Or should it be after Thy pleasure ay No will-thou-nill He will not I repay Now therefore speak thy Conscience seriously And let the prudent mark and testifie That void of Knowledge IOB hath mis-auerr'd And wide of Wisdom his Discourse hath err'd Would therefore Father he might yet be try'd Sith for the Wicked he hath so reply'd For to his Sin he doth Rebellion ad Claps hands at vs as He the Better had And too-too-pure in his too-prudent Eyes Against th' Almighty Words he multiplies ELihú proceeding Thus moreouer said Caâ— â— Thinkst Thou this right â—f it be rightly waid Which thou hast spoken or thy peech imply'd My Righteousnes is more than GOD's O Pride For Thou hast said What will it vantage thee What shall I gain if I from Sin be free I 'll answer thee and with Thee All so dreaming Look-vp and see the Heav'ns aboue thee gleaming Behold how high if therefore thou transgresse And multiply thy Sin and Wickednesse What hurt doost Thou to GOD What Detriment On th' other side if Thou be innocent If lust What doost Thou to his Goodnes giue Or from Thy hand What What doth He receiue Thy Wickednes may hurt a Man like thee Thy righteousnes to Man may helpfull be For manifold and frequent Tyranny Oppressors make oppressed-ones to cry Yea to cry-out for cruell Violence Of Mightie-ones of Men of Eminence But there is None that saith as due belongs Where 's GOD my Maker Who by Night giues Songs Who teacheth vs hath vs more Wisdom giuen Than Beasts of Earth or to the Fowles of Heauen There cry they oft but none doth heare or heed For th'Euils sake who in all Ills exceed For Vanity GOD doth not hath not heard Nor euer will th' Almighty it regard Now though Thou saist thou seest Him not Hee 's Iust With Him is Iudgement therefore in Him trust For want whereof his Wrath hath visited Yet not so hot as Thou hast merited Therefore doth IOB open his Mouth in vain And void of Knowledge yet yet mis-complain 〈◊〉 36 ELihu yet said A little suffer me For I haue yet more to alleadge to Thee On GOD's behalf I 'll fetch mine Arguments From farre confirm'd by long Experience To iustifie my Maker's Holinesse Giue Him his owne and right his Righteousnesse I 'll speak no Falshood nor no Fraud propound All my Discourse shall be sincere and sound Lo GOD is Mighty yet doth none despise Omnipotent Omniscient Strong and Wise â—e spareth not the Life of Wicked wights â—ut the Oppressed in their wrongs he rights â—is Eyes are neuer off the Righteous sort Them on the Throne He doth with Kings consort Them He aduances and beyond all Term â—oth them establish and them fast confirm Or if that euer Fetters them befall Or they be holden in Afflictions Thrall He lets them see their Works their Wickednes Their wandring By-waies and their bold Excesse And opens then their Eare to Disciplin Commanding quick that they returne from Sin If they return to serue and Him obey Their Daies Years right happy spend shal They â—f not the Sword shall smite them sodainly And in their wilfull Folly shall they die But Hypocrites the Men of double heart They heap-vp Wrath they cry not when they smart They die in Youth their Life among th' Vncleane Most Insolent most Impudent Obscoene He th' humble Poore in his Affliction frees Their Eares he opens in Calamities So woald He Thee from thy Distresse haue freed And brought thee forth far from the Streits of Need To spacious Plentie and thence forth thy Bâ—ord Should with the best and fattest haue been stor'd Buâ— Thou too-wicked-like too-stifte hast stood As their presumptions seeming to make good Not stoopt but strutted in Contesting Pride Therefore on Thee doth Iudgement yet abide Sith wroth he is beware to tempt him more Lest with his Stroak he sodain smite theâ—ore Or hisse thee hence with his al-mighty Breath Then can no Râ—nsom thee redeem from Death Will He regard thy Goods or reak thy Gold Thy State or Srength how much or manifold Nor wish Thou hope-lâ—ss for the hap-less Night When from their place People are taken quight Beware regard not Thou Iniquitie Neither alas through faint â—nfirmitie Chuse rather That than thine Affliction 's Part With humble Patience of a Constant heart Behold the Lord is for his Power suprem And for his Prudence Who doth teach like Him â—ho hath
Reuenge or Recompence â—mong the Alps her thundring Canons roare â—oud-browd Montmeilan flaunts vaunts the more â— stop her fury but in fine is fain â— rue her rashnesse and repent in vain God hastens his owne Work This Monarch marries â—yons Church the choice the Chief of Maries â—e Heauens delight our Lilies ornament â—e in one heart two louely Soules hath blent â—ence Peace is more confirm'd and Discord dasht â—â— by This knot many great Plots are quasht At Fountainbleau a Paradise for site She brought him forth his Dolphin his delight Whose tender youth giues happy hopes of Worth One Daughter also did she there bring forth And two Sons more Supporters of the Crowne Two daughters more Paris for birth doth owne His Clemency hath conquered Rebels rage Made of dis-loyall loyall Vassalage Yea forced Wills by Pardons and by Grace The proof whereof is writ in euery place Through all the Townes of France both great sâ— Where for Reuenge Reward was daign'd to all Once only once his Mercy admirable VVas deafe to Biron and inexorable Sith when he might his hault despight would none I wonder not to see that Myrmidon In the Bastile a shamefull death to beare But This I wonder that he would come there Of factious spirits of close deep hearts and doâ— Whose Life is strife whose Rest is best in trouble He knowes the drifts knowen dissolues the samâ— As fast as fire melts Lead within the flame His voyce alone as Dust cast vp aloft Breakes Hornets buzzing and their swarming ofâ— Discord disturbing holy Churches rest â—ixt Rome and Venice did debates suggest â—â—bition set in foote fore-sweld with hope â— bridle both the Senate and the Pope â—h prest to fight His Prudence reconcil'd â—â—eir Difference and did their mindes remil'd â—e relisht now the harmless Sweets of Peace â—illing his People should partake no lesse â— yet some-where he feeles a Thorne to prick â— pluck it out he armes and marches quick â— to the Frontier There attaines his will â—dome so fitly takes her Season still â—ou Nations that for fortie yeeres haue seen â—LONA'S Tempests felt MARS his Teen â— for your Liberties haue pawnd your Liues â—ely now you ioy your Wealth your Wiues â—w your Trades into the East you bring â—er Heauens Kingdom onely thank This King â—heapt with Honors This braue King is loath â—his braue Knights effeminiz'd by Sloath Games Dames during so long a Peace â—d still lye still in Citties pomp and ease â—efore he rears an Army strongly dight â—lich's Claim his wronged friends to right A noble Prince whose Prowes Prudence late Buda admir'd and Rome hath wondred-at The Honor of His Time was Generall So stoard with Gold with Guns with Arms with all That neighbor Princes all were in alarm Yet Them This Thunder brought more feare then harm Fearless it marches respectless threats What-euer Log its ready Passage lets Gesture and voice already skirmishing And vnder Conduct of so braue a King Great-Britaines Germans Switzers Belgians Serue all the Greatnes of the Crown of France Els-where the while The Duke that rules the Alp Seemd t' haue his heart no more beyond the Calpes Braue noble heart Saxonically-French Fuentez affraid with shoulder-shrinking wrench Doubts lest that Milan stoop to France againe And CHARLES prouoked proue the Scourge of Spâ— Heau'ns now to Crown his Tropheis had set down That at Saint Denis he his Queen should Crown VVith royall Diadem and in one Day The State the Maiesty of France display Nothing but Great but great Magnificence But MARIES Grace excell'd all Excellence HEnce hence false Pleasures momentary Ioyes Mock vs no more with your illuding Toyes â—trange Mishap hatched in Hell below â—th plung'd vs all in deepest Gulfe of Woe â—ught vs that all Worlds-hopes as Dreams do fly â—d made vs all Cry All is Vanitie â—our houres froÌ„ Noon forth froÌ„ the Louure rode â—is mighty Prince without his Gard abroad 〈◊〉 see His Arcenall To his Caroche â— streight Lane a Hell-hound durst approche â— with a Knife twice stabbing kill'd him quite â—ning that fairest Day to foulest Night â—wice did the Monster stab for else the first â— not been mortall but the Knife accurst â—illing his Lungs cut at the second stroake â—artereal vein whose bloud-floud soon did choak â—peerless Prince His dying Eyes Hart â—oring Heauen soone did his Soule depart â—ell Tyger tell vs tell vs Why or Whence â—u durst accurst assault so Great a Prince â—rein had He to Thee or Thine done wrong â— once yer this Thou didst too neer him throng Gard rebuk't thee but He Them for That â—'d That Thy Malice His Murderous fate Fates ruthless Law allots his royall brest To die the death that CAESAR thought the best Death without sense of death a death so quick It sildome leaues Kings leisure to be sick Nor giues Him leaue of his sixt Decads date To fill the Roule but seauen six Months did bate He He that was the Hope the Prop of His He that restored France to what it is He that confin'd the Power of Princes still He that Commanded Victory at will That was the Worlds delight Kings glory sheen He He receiues Deaths treacherous stroak vnseen Th' vnhappy street where This fell Hap fel-out Where wofull Paris saw her Light put out VVhere cursed Iron pierc't her Princes hart In shall no more be clept The Iron-mart It shall be call'd The cursed Corner still The Hag-street or The Hell-street which you will Lord where wert Thou When That disloiall wreâ—â—â—… With cruell hand did Thine Anointed reach Quenching the Raies of Royall Maiestie No heart is hid from thine All-piercing Eye It sees the Centre knows the thoughts yet thoughâ— Could it see This and suffer it be wrought Hell oft before out of his black Abyss â—d spew'd vp Monsters to haue acted This â—t still thy hand from former wounds did ward â—d had he not still trusted to Thy Gard 〈◊〉 Owne had waited Round about his Coach â—d This fell Tyger neuer should approach These Words these rasher Words escapt my tong â—en I beheld That Monarch layd along â—d on his Bed so dead so butchered â—med Heauens Whispering soft I said â—use They stopt not This strange Hap before â—ir sluÌ„bring eyes now watch the World no more â—t are mine eyes mine own Is This That Prince â—ch might haue made all Europe His long since â—he not thought th' Empire of France enough 〈◊〉 Lion-heart that Courage Cannon-proofe â—ich did so oft Impossibles atchieue â—is He yet scarce my sight beleeue This That Mighty King Gods liuely Image â—hom the greatest in the World did Homage â—ce a Doue in Warre an Aegle quick â—TOR in Court in Camp ACHILLES-like 〈◊〉 with a hundred horse a thousand foil'd â—rom most Dangers neuer yet recoil'd Great Rome was strangely maz'd and all a-mort When She beheld her CAESAR'S bloody shirt And say Great Citty how wert Thou dismaid When first thou saw'st Thine HENRY
sadly layd Along his Coach couered with a Cloak I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd whilâ— yâ— When to the Churches All haue fled for fear May well imagine Paris deepe Affright Nothing but shiuering Nobles armed bright Clergy at Prayers People weep and houle And HENRY's wound hath wounded euery Soulâ— Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen Had plotted Showes more pompous neuer seen As rich to th' outward rare to th' inward sense But all those Archs Marks of Magnificence Those Tropheis Terms Statues Colosses All Make but more Mourners at the Funerall I yeeld My Pensill help APELLES heere To Limn to life Her dying-liuing Cheere Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest Therfore ô Queen Great Stay Great Star of 〈◊〉 This Veile I draw before Thy Countenance HeaueÌ„ steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day â—â—y Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay â—nd to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft â—â—ough angry Fates of Father him bereft â—t Mercifull they left him such a Mother â—â—at France could hardly haue been rul'd by other The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds â—om Alexander's to Alcides Bounds â—he Kings and Princes stand amazed all â—th horror of an Act so Tragicall â—me Rest forsake others Repast forbeare â—d Each like Fortune to himselfe doth feare So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night â—â—â—umphant Palmes into Funerall Plight â—â—e Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale â—iuing King to a dead Corps pale â—â—r Flowers to Thorns seem Tricks of Sorcery â—erein Conceit consents not with our Eye Yes He is dead and his eye-lids no more â— view this Light shall open as before â—â—ose louely Eyes the Load-starrs of the Court â—â—ose gracious glances on the Worthy sort â—e Vertue vigor and Whose awefull frowne â— dared Vice are now Eclipst and downe Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall withstand That Voice so dreadful to the stoutest harts That Heart which wrought so many wondrous paâ— That piercing Wit dispersing Clowds of Doubt VVhere is that mighty King so Fam'd about Inexorable Death inhumane cruell Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in In all thy Triumph trayling euery Kin Shal neuer march His Match nor worthier Prince T' haue been exempted from thine Insolence Ah! poore weak Vertue zealous Loue of Thee Prolongs not Life protracts not Death I see This Prince that gaue Thee eueÌ„ his Hart for TeÌ„plâ— This Prince whose Raign shal serue for rare Exempâ— To future Kings in future Things dismaid Should haue come sooner or haue later stayd His Pietie was neither Fond nor Faind His Prowesse neither Feare nor Rashnes staind His Prudence clear'd his CouÌ„cells steerd his State His Temperance his Wrath did temperate His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake Inuincible in all only the Darts Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts â—aue often batterd His but by your leaues â— fairest Bewties Bewtie it self deceiues â—ou neuer were the Souerains of his brest â—e You perhaps You neuer Him possest â—â—u Arms-Art what He knew not none can know 't â—either attempt what He attempted not â—eason was aye the Aime of His designes â—is braue Exploits worthie immortall lines â— all furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks â—hose Works shal Honor Him He more their Warks His Royall Gests are euery-where extold â—rauen Carued Cast in Marble Wood Gold â—s Life alone 's an History admir'd â—herein all Pens all Pencills shall be tir'd â— pourtraying all His valiant Fears to-forn â—hose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse â—ot known to any but to Worthinesse â—at Gate indeed did seldom open quick â—s Liberality coy Bewty-like â—u'd to be woo'd prest and importun'd still â—a forc't to giue what glad and fain she will Yet by th' effects to waigh his Clemencie Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine And but I saw him dying pale and wan I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill Not cementing his Throne with Blood with Ill Nor ween'd by Feare his Diadem assur'd With mildenes rather grieued minds he cur'd His Memory did neuer wrongs retain Beloued Kings He thought securest raign Praise you his Bounty you that past the Poles Beare Heauens Embassage to Belief-less Soules HENRY restor'd your Countrey and your Credit He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it Restor'd you Bizance and each pleasant part Left you his Court bequeath'd to you his Heart If France now flourish proyning round about Oliues within and Lawrels all with-out If now She giue the Law to other States If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigâ— If now Her Schooles with learned men abound Her rare wits be through the World renownd â— doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd â— Learning be to her due Place restor'd â— now Desert the Charge in Church attain â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre â—he Worlds old Wonders which so famous are â— Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold â—or State for Store for People Goods Gold â— in thy Citie Cities sprout again â—hese are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If the French Scepter be now Self-entire â—ear-less of Forain or Domestick fire â— France haue Fellowes of ACHILLES Fame â—f now in France be nothing out of frame â—f now the Indies her Bastile containe These are the Fruits of this Great HENRY's Raign If now we ioy to see our Countrey free â—rom Theeues and Rebels which exiled be â—f Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe â—f Desperate Duels be now curbd by Lawe â—f now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain These are the Fruits of This Great HENRY's Raign If Merchants rich If Magistrates be sound If Officers like Emperors abound If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home If now Inuentions to their height be come If now good wits find where them to sustaine These are the fruits of This Great HENRY's Raigne Who lou'd not Him neuer beheld his browes Who knew his Fortunes must admire his Prowes Who feard him not His greatnes did offend Who weend Him to beguile his Wisdom kend Who durst displease Him knew his mercies store Who durst not speak his mildnes did ignore Who waileth not his Death knew not his Life Glory of His and Others Enuie rife Incomparable Admirable Prince Excelling all th' old HEROES Excellence For His true Story shall their Fables shame Inimitable Life Illimitable Fame O French-men stop not yet your weeping flood This Prince for you hath lauisht oft
of Marks so mercie-less So impious Pride of hearts so Pitie-less Who burd'ning Subiects more then beare they câ—â— Hold neither God for God nor Man for Man But whither run I on so harsh a string Out of my Tune to tell how This good King Reprou'd bad Princes of his Time for pressing Their People cause-less with vncessant Sessing Let 's re-assume our Song our proper Theam Let 's passe-by Vice rather couering them 〈◊〉 Them recounting in eternall Story â—s returne to sing of Vertues Glory â—ow happy is the Prince who squaring right â—â—cred Lawes the limits of his Might 〈◊〉 in Well-dooing and as Iust as Wise â—ks not himselfe to raign saue Noblewise 〈◊〉 He his People heeds and hearing aye 〈◊〉 iust Complaints doth in due time repay 〈◊〉 euery Monarch with deuotion vowes â—OD Men when first his royall Browes â—er so many solemne Mysteries 〈◊〉 hopeful Subiects wishfull ioyful Cryes â—n the glad-sad sacred Diadem 〈◊〉 instantly from thence-forth puts on Him Robe of Power which those doth much mis-suit â—aue not on rare Vertues richest Suit â—ong such Kings who ay as Right directs â—re their Greatnes by their Good-effects â—y their Fortunes or their Force of hand â—ny Nations vnder their Command â—at illustrious Prince to whom we pay â—k Duties in this Hymnik Lay. â—hile at home he happy Peace inioyd â—uer suffer'd day to vanish voyd Of giuing Audience extending free Fruits of his Iustice vnto each Degree Grieuing in minde grudging at those as lost Less worthy spent although vnwilling most Perswaded sure that with what eye or eare His Peoples Case a Prince doth heed and heare With like the Lord in his extreame Affaires Will looke on Him listen to his Prayers That that same pompous glittering glorious Slauâ— Improperly calld Royall for the Brauery In proper speech by due Experience scand 'T 's an Onerous-Honor a Confin'd Command That Kings were made for Subiects not they Not They for Kings that though both Land Sâ— Adore their Greatnes Lawes Support alone Yet Princes Eares are not indeed their Owne But their own Peoples that doe humbly liue Vnder th' obedience of the Lawes They giue That to be briefe of mightiest Kings that are Labour 's the Glory and their Greatnes Care Such sound Instructions from his Cradle vs'd His vertuous Mother wisely had infus'd Which in his Princely brest digesting milde A Man he practiz'd what he learnt a Childe â—dy to heare the meanest that complaine â—erring wisely such a sacred paine â—re the pleasure of the choicest Sport â—ld be deuisd in Countrey or in Court â—nce in his People such Affection spreads â—y bless his Birth-day the ground he treads â—him their Father with Vowes amain â—uent the Altars for his long-long Raign â— that Wish the Sum of their Desire â—ained All all Prayers could require â—d to beg of Heav'ns eternall Bountie â—king Peace Riches Religion Plentié â—ll the Blessings which ASTREA's hand â—lant or poure vpon a happy Land â—at Tracts of Art What Tropes of Eloquences â—uely represent to modern Princes â— euen Envies Self shall nought controule Self-seuere Integritie of Soule â—e humble patient constant Temperance â—o Successor as yet had in France â—et els-where how-euer euery State â—et admire it none can imitate â—ROPE where euer Vice and Vertue most â—triuen for Empire best worst to boast Hath whilom seen Kings treading in the Path Of notedst Tyrants who with Threatful Wrath And all the Terrors which Man 's Cruell Rage To fright Mankinde had found in former age Restraind their Subiects froÌ„ their Deaths CoÌ„spiring Who so less-daring had the more desiring But This right generous Prince still walking fit Within the Path which Tyrants neuer hit Onely restraind all Publique Insolence By th'euen-born Raines of his own Innocence Giuing so little hold to Mal-contents Taking at sharp Reproofs so small Offence That by effect his Royall Soule did showe That in the same no liuelier Flame did glowe Then a Desire so Temperate to frame-him That all might boldly none might iustly blame â— Smooth Soothers poysoning by the Eare the â— Pernitious Weeds who Ivie-like subuert Distort destroy the Trees you climbe vpon Still feeding Vice with such Contagion That seldom Soules who with Applause approâ— Your praising them do ought Praise-worthy louâ— Vizards of Homage Vertues Pestilence Right ill-come were You to This Vertuous Pri◠〈◊〉 shunning aye Your banefull Whisperings â—â—mmon Poisoners of the publique Springs â—rr'd your presence could better brook â—ss-Fault-finder then a Fawner's look â—uch a Noble Minde remote from Vice â—g true Honor loatheth Flatteries â—â—at pleasure took He how extream Delight â— stories where many times hee might â—w him Seife amaz'd to read the things â— said of Kings which none dare say to Kings â— was he rapt how sweetly extased â— that diuine Eternall Will he read â—e with so liberall iust louing hand â—hares to His the Heav'nly-Holy-land â—at which is said of Alexander's loue â—omer's Works whose graces all approue â—well of Him for honoring the Miracles Heav'nly Author speaking in his Oracles â—h as a precious Treasure richly cas't â—ld Cedar had hee neer him plac't â—g it aye his Ioy of Exercises â— uâ— of Vertues the Curb of Vices â—â—ly his Tublik Cares lent Leasure â—nt â—t not in more contenting pleasure Then That so sacred Studie's Fruit imparts To th'healthy Taste of true God-fearing hearts And well appeared by rare rich Effects Of Vertues shining ouer all his Acts That that diuine Seed happy sowne the while Fell in no Thorny Stony Sandy Soile For if that euer Soule did Vice auoid If euer heer meer humane Spirit inioyd Prowes Pietie Prudence and Iustice mixt Without the Foil of Follies Drosse betwixt FroÌ„ proudest Wrong the poorest Right defendinâ— Disdaining Pleasures towards Vice but tending Milde to the Meek to Malapert austere To good men Bountious to the bad Seuere 'T was This braue Prince WhoÌ„ They do best reseâ— In Whom These Vertues most of all assemble Kings of his Time raigning in East and West Reuéring him for such his Greatnes blest Th' Afflicted Princes chose him for Refuge The Strong for Friend Those at Strife for Iudgâ— When they grew weary to dispute their Cause By th' old sharp Argument Kings Furie drawes When Mars vsurping milde Astréa's room In sted of Words their Swords must giue the Doâ— â—en Iniurie with Iniury repelling 〈◊〉 strength of Lawes by stronger Lawes refelling 〈◊〉 back their Own or Others Claim to barr â—y seek their Right in Might their Peace in War Such was S t. LEWIS and Such was wel-neer Own S t. EDWARD and ELIZA deer 〈◊〉 for Her Sex the Salique Law perchance â—s Her Succession to the Saints of France â—ll prime Vertues of a complete Prince â—ake a Saint-King And if euer Since â—ROPE hath seen or any kingdom know'n â—uing Shrine of Both These Saints in One â—ugh some Suspect of the smooth Soothing Crime â—e grosse Neglect of This Ingratefull Time Envie prone
spread Thou losest sound to saue corrupt and dead And filling Cities with home-Enemies Thy Pardons turne to publique Iniuries But I by practise of vnpartiall Rigor Maintain good Orders keep the Lawes in vigor Make Kings at-once belou'd and feared too Feared alone of those that euill doo Their Subiects set on happy Plenties knee In their possessions from Oppressions free Blesse them adore them hold them euer deer Their Countries Fathers nay their Gods wel-neer In briefe no Blessing can befall a Realm But Theirs inioy from by or vnder Them For as it is of the Wilde-Ash-tree said That th' onely sauour nay the onely shade Instantly kills by strong Antipathie What euer Serpents vnderneath it lye Such to the Snakes of Vice those Princes are Which gainst Iniustice haue proclaimed War With no lesse Care to make My Rules to raigne Then their owne Sceptres in their hands sustaine Can no Rebellion spring at least none speed In their Dominions neither Factions breed Sith gracious Heauens vouchsafe them this Accord For hauing vs'd so equally My Sword To all Degrees in Citie Field and Towne In Ciuill Warre they shall not weare their Owne Their People feeling in Their happy Sway What Hap what Rest what Freedom they inioy Deeming them as their Gods and meting rife Their length of Blisse by Their deer length of life Watch for Their Safeties and can suffer nought Gainst them to be mis-done mis-said mis-thought No more then ' gainst their Publique's Prospering Whereof they hold Their Iustice only Spring For of all rarest Vertues that may meet In a iust Prince They onely taste the sweet Of Mine Effects and of that Equall Care Of not surcharging more then they may beare What boots it that their Maiesties be meeke Magnanimous franke pious politique And of a spirit surpassing each Extrem Misse they but Mee They little reck of them They loue them not they listen farre and near Some welcom newes of their wisht death to hear When if they vse My sacred Exercises Though they be staind perhaps with other Vices They hold them perfect and in spight of Fate Euen after death their Names they celebrate As liuing Reliques still preseru'd aboue â—n Fames faire bosome and their Peoples loue Witnes vnto this day that Norman Prince Braue Rollo still belou'd though dead long since Still calld vpon as for His iust Revenge When some new Wrong doth their old Right infrenge Henceforth therefore ô Princes that desire To haue your Names to highest Fames aspire To leaue behind you Monuments of Worth To giue your Glories after death new Birth Endeuour not to dazle proudest eyes With Towers of Marble mounted to the skies Neither by War whose Train is Plague Dearth With fire and bloud to mingle Heauen Earth To thousand Perills to expose your liues Wherby your Greatnes not your Goodnes thriues Onely loue Mee let Mee be reuerenc't Through all your lands by all your hands defenc't Let Mee sit by you on an Awefull Throne To daunt the Lewdest with my looks alone And with my Sword still drawn to prune-away Luxuriant Twigs that break my iust Array Let My Tribunals be the Poores Refuges Let there-on sit no Mercenary Iudges Let Innocence finde there her surest Fort And who wants Right there let him want Support There let My Balance be impawn'd to none But as his Right is let Each haue his Owne In briefe with You let Mee be set so high That absolute as you doe Raigne may I And I shall more enrich your lasting Stories Then all your golden Towers your CoÌ„quering glories Your precious Gifts that with full hand you giue Or ought besides whereby your Names can liue Dicea as yet did her Discourse pursue Though milde Eumenia loth to lose her due â—oth longer to endure her Vaunts so high With open mouth was ready to reply â—nd so her Sister Euergesia eek â—ome little choler colouring her cheek When from th' Empyreall right Imperiall Court â—ame a new Nuntio with a new Report â— trustie Truch-man of supernall Pleas Their gentle Iarres thus gently to appease Immortall Beauties of past-humane Soules â—e that both Globes in his one hand-gripe holds â—ooes you to weet that His high pleasure is To quench for euer all your Differences â—ou All haue th' honour to impose the Name To Whom he means such fauor such Fame ANARETVS for an auspicious Signe â—'haue markt him All with all your Tipes diuine That All transformd into that reuerend Clark â—eav'ns hallowed Organ for this sacred wark â—usebia Thou whom Hee resembles best â—halt Name the Child in name of all the rest After that He hath six times sounded tho That other Name his Nation fancies so Hy hy ye then Time calls you for the throng These Rites expecting thinks each minute long And I the while with no lesse speed must spy Th'vnholsome Den where Pestilence doth ly And in Heav'ns name her straitly countermand That Shee presume not once to lift her hand Nor from her Quiuer shoote one Arrow out At any of the Royall Courtly Rout Assembled for the sacred Mysterie During the Pompe of That Solemnity Heer-with the Angell hence't bent his flight Tow'rds Our sad Citie which then deeply sigh't Vnder the fury of that Monster fell Hee found her out in a hot-humid Cell About to Arm her to scout abroad Euen towards the Place which now the Heav'ns forbode Foule seam-rent rags wh ch som old Robe had bin Cas't heer and there her yellow-sallow skin Where-in hot fierie Carbuncles were fixt With poisonie Rubies heere and there betwixt A quench-lesse Thirst with a continuall Feauer Broild in her brest boild in her body euer Her verie Breath was as a deadly stroak Her cursed Stance ready with stink to choak â—o close it was that neuer Wind could fan â—aue th'vnrefin'd autumnall Affrican Whose noisome aire a stuffing fogge did pen With mustie Vapours of a moistie Fen. All round about her by her side did ly All sorts of Fruits that soonest putrifie Millions of Milions Peares Plums passing nuÌ„bers Most-humor-poysoning crudie-cold Cucumbers Green Grapes that soft Persian fruit so deer â—anefull at home little better heer The Angel wonted to Heav'ns Bliss-full Hall Made little stay in this vnholesome Stall But loathing soone that thick contagious aire He speedily dispatcht his Message there And Heav'n-ward quickly from the Furie flew Whose horror yet so seemd him to pursue That he had fainted to haue bin so nigh-her Had he not felt him of th' immortall Quier Th' immortall Sisters in one troope the while Which from their Owners euery Vice exile Transported swift vpon a winged Clowde By their Arrivall made the Palace proude The pompous Scaffold for this purpose reard Seemd at their sight to tremble as afeard The stately Towers of th'antique Edifice The massie Porch and Arch and Frontispice Seem'd round about to lighten smiling flames As at their Entrance to adore these Dames They shuffling them vnseen amid the throng Of those Good Great
call This mighty Princes milde Receipt of All Not only such as rude and Reason-less Serue like him Self dumb Idols Blocks Beasts But such as matching our Zeal's holy Heighth Are Abrah'ms Seed both in their Flesh and Faith Which wisely haue and timely turn'd submiss The deadly Edge of his drad Vengeances I praise the Lord for such a Foe so meek To yielding Lambes to Lyons Lyon-like As flexible to humble Tears as fel To Resolutions that in vain rebell Sith therefore yet we may haue Choise for Iurie Of War or Peace his Fauor or his Furie Winking in Dangers let 's not Wilfully Follow our Fathers stubborn Sur-â—uidry But striking Saile in such Storms violence Let 's liue secure vnder so good a Prince Yet None miss-take that I this Counsaile giue To saue My Stake as one too-fain to liue Alas my Years are of them Selues of age To dye alone without Assyrians Rage Without the help of their keen Dart or Pole To launce my Hart or to let out my Soule Where were my Youth's Spring now re-flowr'd again â—nd heateful blood boyling in euery vein â—y Zeale to GOD and to my Country's Good â—hould shew me well no Niggard of my Blood â—ight Samson-like My Death bring Death to all â—he Pagan Hoast and their proud General â—ut more I feare least with a Zeal too-Yong We fighting for the Law the Law impugne â—nciting so the Soldiers Insolence â—censing so the Fury of the Prince â—hat they by Conquest of one Day vndoo â—eer Izrael and drown GOD's Glory too â—or Wee bereft What People in This Place â—ruely-religious shal implore His grace Who of all Nations that dispersed Wun â—rom Shores of Indus to the Setting Sun â—nd from the farthest Hyperborean Coasts â—o those whose Clime continual Summer roasts â—ath chosen only Iacob for his Owne â—nd on This Mount His drad-deer Glory showne But good old Cambris else the mildest Prince â—roanes griev'd and pale with Passions vehemence â—nd interrupting That with This Discourse â—artens the heartless Peers and Counsellors Rather ô Earth for which our Earthlings strive Gape vnder me and swallow Me alive Rather iust Heav'ns with sulphury Fire and Fume As Sodom yerst Mesodainly consume Then I should Saint with-out within Malitious Give Izrael a Counsail so pernicious Were it the Head of this inhumane Band Meant but our Bodies only to command Though with our Birth to this faire Light we brought Sweet Liberty so sweet and deer that nought No Hopes no Heaps may be compar'd to it The TEMPLE sav'd I might perhaps submit But sith this Tyrant puft with foolish Pride With heavier Gyves to load our Soules beside Which only Vassals of the Thunder-Thrower Nor knowe nor owe to Any Sceptres lower Would that forgetting Him who made vs All And of all People chose vs principall And fatherly provides vs every thing And shields vs ay with Shadow of his wing We take for GOD His proud ambitious Prince Who Nimrod-like with hellish Insolence Would climbe to Heav'n although his life be such As merits not the Name of Man by much â—s beard him boldly bravely frand we to 't â—â—s against Arms Man to Man Foot to Foot â—tory lies not in vain-glorious hearts â—mber of Horses nor of Pikes and Darts â—ese be but Instruments th' Eternal moves crown with Conquest whom his Goodnes loves Yet should the Lord now suffer Heathen's rage â— over-run his sacred Heritage â—ause in life his Name we so dishonor Death at least in Death let 's doo him Honor â—d if we cannot Assur over-come â—'s win by Patience Crowns of Martyrdom And could our Foes as fel as Lestrygons â—m off the Earth extirp our Tribes at-once â—cy could not though GOD's glorious Name interr â—s these Apostates falsly would inferr â— He that with so sundry Nations stor'd â—vnpeopled World from one Man and restor'd â—â—â—g after that by one smal Bark the waste â—e Flood had made when it had All defac't â—ot He able even of stones to raise People Zealous of his glorious Praise â—ot He able once again to ope â—d Sara's Wombe and giue her Spouse past hope More Sonnes then Sands on Lybian shores be cast By ruffling Boreas lowd Cloud-chasing Blast Or twinkling Spangles nightly brightly roule On sabled Circles of the whirling Pole Which with more sacred Voice more humble Awe Shall sound his Praises and observe his Law Then rather Fathers foule befall You else Let vs die Hebrews then live Infidels Let 's not preferre too-base and too-too-blame Profit to Duty idle Feare to Shame Cambrâ—s Oration was no sooner done But all th' Assembly as all ioyn'd in one Confirm'd His Counsail both with voice gest And Ioachim Ioy-rapt above the rest Lifting to Heav'n-ward reverent hands and face Said Lord wee thank thee that thy speciall grace Hath steeld our hearts and linkt our Wils no less A hopefull Signe of happy good Successe Then to the Princes he the Charge commits Of Townes and Provinces as Each befits Least any spurr'd by Envie or Ambition In Izrael should kindle new Sedition So Each with-drawes and bravely-bold prepares To front the worst that martial Fury dares Who th' Aristaean busie Swarmes hath seen â—n Hybla's Top Whether with Launcets keen â—arging the Drones which over-neer their homes â—ome humming out to rob their fragrant Combes â—hether collecting their delicious Deaw â—om various Thyme and other Flowers not few â—hether extending in rare Symmetrie â—ith wondrous Art their Waxen Canapey â—nd arching even so many Thousand Cells â— quick so thick so like as Nothing else â—hether conducting their too-ful Supplies â—-where to plant their goodly Colonies â—hich keep still constant in their new Plantation â—heir Mother Citie 's Manners Lawes and Fashion â—â—th seen the Iewes as busie Diligence â—nd quick Desire to put them in Defence Some stop the Breaches made by Art or Age â— the Heav'ns anger or the Heathens rage â—me least the Ram butting with boisterous Fals â—ould pash to powder their too-feeble Wals â—ith Bastions Bulwarks Rampiers Ravelins Forts â—nk on all sides their Cities where imports â—me to and fro trudging with Baskets fill'd â— places needfull sodain Sconces build Some wanting time or meanes their Town to wall With broad deep Trenches soon begirt it all And from a River neer they cut a Rill The hollow bosome of their Dike to fill While Armorers in order beating quick Hot sparkling Steel on Anvils hard and thick Transform it soon to Corslets Curtellaxes Helms Gorgets Gantlets Bills and Battail-axes And some for need to furnish and set-out Th'vntrained Shepheard Neatheard and the Lowt Ground the ground-slycing Coultar to a Blade And of the Sickle a straight Weapon made None Yong and healthy took Repast or Rest One on his back another on his Beast Others in Waggons carryed-in apace Corn Wine and Food to some importing Place Even so in Summer as the Wise-man tels Th'Emmets by Troupes haste froÌ„ their hollow Cels To get-in Harvest graving where they gone Their Diligence even in a path
blacker shade they finde 89 Gifts Honors Office Greatnes Grace of Kings Are but the Vshers of Aduersity For their last mischief haue the Emmets wings And height of Health betokens Sicknes me 90 Youth hath more Lures more Traps more Traiâ— to Iâ— Then Fouler Sins or Baits the Fisher-man Age would but cannot what it would fulfill Senex thou leau'st not Sin Sin leaues Thee than 91 Th' Eye tends to Bewty as the Centre of-it â—er the Eyes Heart and Affections drawe â—s hard to keep safe what so-many couet 〈◊〉 mens Desires Kings cannot keep in Awe 92 Good or Ill-hap that heer happens thee â—mes from Opinion which All-ruling seems â—nion makes vs Other then we be â—s not vnhappy who him happy deems 93 â—rom contrarie Effects is formed Sadnes â—h Smoak Smiles haue made the Eyes to water â—o sowe in Tears shall one day reap in Gladnes â—o sowe in Ioyes shall reap Annoys heerafter 94 â—s leaue out I and No in Conuersation â—rds now trans-posed and wax-nosed Both ROMES New Doctrine of Equiuocation â—ich giues a Lye the Credit of an Oath 95 â—riends now-adayes wake at the noise of Gain â—ees to Flowers as Crowes to Carion haste Flyes to Flesh as Birds and Ants to Grain Friends to Profit thickly flock and fast 96 Who reaues thine Honour scoffes if he presume T' haue don thee fauour that thy life hee left Why should the Bird liue hauing lost her Plume The rest is nothing when the Honor 's reft 97 Little sufficeth Life in th'vn-delicious The Sun for need may sometimes dresse our Victuâ— I blame alike the Cynik and Apicius This for his too-too-much That 's too-too-little 98 Too-oft is made too-ill Interpretation Of Word Deeds best meant built by Reason All 's euill to the Euill by Self-flation Whence Bees their Hony Spiders suck their Poisâ— 99 Happy the People where Iust-Gentle Prince-is Whose Sword is Iustice and whose Shield is Loue. For These Augustus Deified long-since-is And without These Kings Scepters maimed proâ— 100 Good-hap Good-heart Fauour and Labourâ— Bring Men to Riches and to Honors heer But that 's the Way about To be born Great Is great Aduantage Not to buy so deer FINIS HENRIE THE GREAT The Fourth of that Name LATE King of FRANCE NAVARRE HIS Tropheis and Tragedie Written By PIERE MATHIEV Translated Dedicated 〈◊〉 the Right Honorable WILLIAM Earle of Salisburie By Iosuah Sylvester To the Right Honorable WILLIAM CECILL Earle of Salisbury â—Esides the Bonds which did most Vowes engage To your deere Elders and besides the Due Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew apparant Vertues of Your April-age â—…leng'd of right This Poëms Patronage â—he rather sith we first receiu'd from you â—he speedy Notice no lesse quick than true HENRY'S Death through Hells dis-chained Rage saw this Sunne at his High-Noone-shine Set suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud Horrid Hap Who euer can forget 〈◊〉 Fate such Hate of one so Great so Good 〈◊〉 Iust Revenge roote out th' Ignatian Pack â—â—e Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac IOS SYL. THE â—â—opheis of the Vertues and Fortune of HENRIE the Great â—â—nce first Apollo lent the World his light And Earth empregned with his heatfull might â—pe hath seene no Potentate no Prince Parallel Great HENRâ—â—S excellence Terme no Time his fresh Renown shal shed â—er was King more dear neuer more dread â—oenix of Kings wonder of Christendome â—ng all past and without Peere to come Courage onely matcht His Clemencie should his Tomb to These Two equall be Spain France could not contain the same â—ch haue so often seen his feates of Fame â—s Life 's a lamp to Princes and a line â—rophey rear'd by Miracle diuine â—eater to all the Vertues built â—odly Garden with such plenty fild â—oisest fruits flowers that chusing there â—â—ndance troubles more then Want else-where The yeer that EDWARD in Great Brittain dy'd That France beyond the mountains Spain defi'd That Therwin walls were thundred to the ground That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd I' th vvinter Solstice when the yeare is worn Within Pau Castle This young MARS was born Born for the Worlds Good as his Enterance Presag'd him then the HERCVLES of France To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd For as by chance bare-head abroad he playd At foure yeers old a Snake he finds kills At forty foiles the Hydra of our Ills. Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire His Sauce was Labour Exercise his Fire His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame Saue Heauens desire th' Honour of the same Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the birth Of th' happy Planet which praesag'd his Worth Predominant in his Natitiall When he became an Armies Generall Whose hottest flame without Him was but fume Nor but by Him durst any good presume He purchast Peace the which eftsoones was staind â—â—th His Friends bloud his young soule constraind 〈◊〉 faine some Change of His Religion â—inseine Castle He was seaz'd vpon â—â—d to the Court confin'd where discontent 〈◊〉 Spirit droopes out of His Element Escaped thence with restlesse toyle He tends 〈◊〉 saue the Side of his Afflicted Fiends 〈◊〉 peace again he bringeth all in vre â—â—d Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure 〈…〉 th' after Crown who but between him stood 〈◊〉 now was He the first Prince of the Blood Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry 〈◊〉 threat his fortune and his force to try 〈◊〉 meets the danger with vndaunted front 〈◊〉 in foure yeeres beares ten braue Armies brunt 〈◊〉 with the might of a great Monarch grac't Thereof at Contras he defeats the last â—t last the King to extreame Streights reduc't 〈◊〉 â—oubt of all and daring none to trust â—â—lores This Prince who rescues him from Tours â—â—h iust Reuenge had yer many houres 〈◊〉 humbled Paris to her Princes yoake 〈◊〉 for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake After which stroak which all true French-men hate France sadly falls in a most wretched state VVho hath least Reason hath most Insolence VVho hath most Power hath least Obedience Nor Awe nor Law Disorder euery-where Good without hope and Wicked without feare Rebellion spaunes as fast as in the Spring Fruit-fretting vermine it doth Discord bring In Families dearth in Townes death in Field O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld Vnto that Hagge but Loyall to the Crowne Haue left your Heires Heires of a true renowne Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait As well may number Autumnes fruitful fraight And Flora's too Yet this great spirit of man Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean Seems a tall Ship which maugre Winds Waues In wished Hauen her her Burthen saues Hee 's neuer idle nor his Exercise Other than stands with princely offices MARS DIANA CVPID wait on Him Maugre his Losse hee alwaies gaines by Time Vnto Affaires his
Hap vpon them euery-where Good feare for them Them the Euill feare â—ow many braue Marks left his noble Minde â—h'Happiness These Vertues bring Mankind â—en full of Constancie he durst maintaine â—t raigning for Him Who made him to raign â—e sacred Twinnes nigh froÌ„ the World dis-pell'd â— their Temple in His Bosom dwell'd Guided his Person gouern'd his Affaires Counsaild his Counsails qualified his Cares Steerd all his Course through all his Voyage heer As men their Ships by Card Compasse steer These making him with rarest spirits compeer In holy pride Hee euen despised heer The Kings that puft with glory of a Throne Commaunded All except themselues alone By th' one he happied his owne Soule with Rest By th' other also he his People blest By th' one becomming to him Selfe seuere He rul'd him Selfe kept his own Power in feare By th' other giuing free Course to the Law He kept his Subiects in and happy saw Through all his Kingdome Peace Plenty floweâ— In basest Grange as well as golden Bower But 12. times Sol throgh the 12. Signes had goâ— When Heauens assignd him to his Fathers Throne And to the hands of his Man-Childhood left The glorious Burthen of This Sceptres heft But as in th'Orchards at Monceaux or Blois The Gard'ners Care ouer some Graftlings choise The second yeare of their adoption there Makes them as good goodly fruits to beare Trees whose Trunk branched Top bewraies â—â—eir Months as many as the Other 's dayes â—â—rough the Heavns fauor Earths fruitfulness â—wing that God their youÌ„g first-fruits doth bless â— forward Vertue in his Pupillage â—ught forth th' effects of a mans perfect age â—prouing quite his feeble signes of youth â— prouing him inuincible in truth â—inst vaine Pleasures all their Baits condemning â—inst all Perils Death it Selfe contemning â—inst all Passions euer them resisting â—inst all Crosses constant ay-persisting â—or looke how lowe his hart in humble awe â— bow'd to GOD and bended to the Lawe â—â—gh he mounts it in Praise-worthy Pride â—ue the World Fortune and All beside â—se Vanitie with false gloss gilded o're â— Mortals most desire admire adore â—ring onely with that holy Marie â— his degree That One thing necessary â—iring solely th' holy Works wherein Almighty Workers wondrous hand is seene â—ring none but th'Euerlasting One â— louing best fearing but HIM alone Then bearing aye This Oracle imprest Within the Centre of his royall brest That A sincere true-Religious KING Feared of All needs feare at all no-Thing Where Hee whose Soule hath not This Feare in-layd Of none is feared but of All affraid Arm'd with This Breast-plate as with stronger Arâ— Then Those of old blest with inchanting Charmâ— He brau'd all Perills that his Prowesse met And His calm Spirit amid a Storme so great As would haue cast Youth in a swoune insensible Shew'd Resolution of a heart inuincible Appearing such indeed as Painters fain Great Hercules when Iuno's fell disdaign Pursuing him he Monsters quaild and killd A Man in Courage though in Age a Child Which well he proou'd to those Rebellious Peers Who making light of his then-tender yeers And measuring his in-side by his age Troubled his State with storms of Ciuill Rage Armed against him many a Tower Towne Aymed by Ambush to surprise his Crowne When He to heale by necessary Ill This Ill before th' Impostume ouer-fill â— Sword in hand their first Assault preuents â— as His Subiects brauely them conuents â—ome and cast them arm-less at his feet â—else as Foes his armed Force to meet â—n Him their true Liege if true French they be â—d in the Field to take This Offer free â—nge or Pardon of their past Mis-deeds â—all the Mischief which the same succeeds â—one his Power should press them to perforce â—ther their Duties vrged with Remorse â—eir blind Furie did the One contemne â—ther should poure Death Disgrace on them â— how the words of a braue Prince preuaile â— daring Speech did so their Courage quaile â— though the cold Ice of a prudent Feare â—not forth-with put-out their frenzie there â—id it daily from thence-forth decline â—all their Flame turn'd but to Fume in fine Those whose furie dream't a Diadem â—r Side abandon disbanding them â—ct their vaine Hopes and in season flie â—he King's Mercie for their Remedie â—ers more dreading Rigour of the Law â—er protection of the English draw Guilding their Guilt with friuolous pretences Arming their weak Cause with as weak defences Till but increasing their dishonor by 't Wanting as well good Fortune as good Right They 'r also faine to beg his Bounty royall Ill worthy Them so obstinate-Disloyall What proofs of Prowesse vvhat conteÌ„pt of dangâ— Exprest this Prince vpon the enuious Stranger On crystall Charant in Zantognian Coast When false la-March backt with a foraine Host Mustred against him from so many parts So many Groues of Lances Pikes and Darts There France and England fully bent to Fight Had both their Armies in their Order pight From Either side mount winged Clowdes amain On Either side they poure their Showers againe While siluer Charant to haue barr'd their Teene Her swelling shoulders did oppose between This Riuer makes the Reed-crownd Banks to By th'arched fauour of a Bridge there is Whose gaine or losse besides the honor boades Or barrs the Prize of Victorie by ods The English friended by a Fort at hand Which proudly did the neighbour Plaines coÌ„man◠〈◊〉 won this Passage and were passing on â—erely to end their Victory begun â—n Lewis rushing to the Bridge the first â—ells the Foe and puts him to the worst â— dead and wounded all the place he paues â— then Horatius brauer him behaues â—artens His re-haleth from the Foe â— Victorie ready with Them to goe â—ing alone as a firm Rock afront â—st alone to beare the Battailes brunt â—onely marke of many thousand Darts â—m alone still aimed from all parts â—t the last by his example prest â—inning all his Armie wonne the rest â— if his Courage shin'd in Conquering â— did his Mildnesse in the managing â—o can recount and yet who could conceale â—ustrious Vertues whose industrious zeale â— the World his honors blazed yerst â—hese mists these first clowdes were disperst â—catterd all by the bright-shining Rayes â—is new Sunne in Summer of his dayes 〈◊〉 Europ's Vmpire making Peace with Men War proclaim'd against their Vices then The glorious Works his Royall Vertues did Cannot without impietie be hid Although without diminishing their Worth My Muse alas can neuer set them forth For of all Vertues sacred Tracts least rife His Life 's a Picture limmed to the life And such a Pattern as to match again The Wish is vertuous but the Hope is vain Sith the more wondrous 't is Worthy Table To imitate 't is more inimitable So that His Worth weening to-life to limne I ouer-reach in stead of reaching Him And like bad Singers as too-bold t oo-blame Sounding His Praise rather My Selfe I
for euer Thus Thrill down the Darts of thy fierce Wrath on vs Shall the Chaldéan Idolists again Thy Chosen Flock in seruile Yoak enchain Shall our sad Houses turnd to Heaps of stone With Weeds Thorns again be ouer-grow'n Shall sacrilegious Fire again presume Thy sacred House thine Altar to consume But Ioachim High-Priest of God that tide And of the Hebrews then the chiefest Guide Followes the stout and expert Pilots guise Who when hee sees a suddain Storm arise Adds not more Fear with His Fear to his fellowes Nor leaues his Ship to mercy of the Billowes But hiding his distrust opposes braue His Arm and Art against the Winde and Waue For quick dispatching hourely Post on Post To all the Coverts of the Able-most For Pate Prowes Purse commands prayes presses them To come with speed vnto IERVSALEM Since first th' Eternall gaue his sacred Law Vpon Mount Sinai in so dreadfull Awe Th' Ark which contained in Two leaues of stone Much more sound Wisdom in it selfe alone Then subtile Greece or Rome renownd for Wise In Worlds of Volumes euer could comprise Wandred from Tribe to Tribe from Race to Race Throughout all Iury without Resting-place Yea somtimes too ô too audacious Theft The sacrilegious Philistins it reft Till th' happy day when Iesse's holy Stem Lodg'd it for euer in IERVSALEM But sith as yet great Dauids hands were red With bloud of Thousands he had slaughtered The King of Peace would haue a peacefull Prince In Peacefull dayes with all Magnificence To build his TEMPLE whose high Battlement Seemd Earth to scorn threat the Firmament Till th'hapless Day wherein a hatefull King In name and nature iust resembeling This Tyrant's Lord with execrable Blaze Did burne it downe the Foundation raze A long-while after Abr'ham's sacred Stems Returnd from Shores of Tyrant Tygris streams Beset with Fears with Perill and with Pain Re-builded Heer God's glorious House again Which though alas That first no more it matcht Then a Kings Palace a poore Cottage thatcht In Bignes yet Beauty and Height obscur'd All Pagan Wonders which most Fame procur'd Th' Assyrian Queen-king's sometime sumptuous Bowers Th' Ephesian Temple the Egyptian Towers The Pharians Pharus Carians costly Toomb Rhodes high Colossus the huge Heaps of Rome For for admired Art This glorious TEMPLE Seru'd Ctesyphon for Model and Example Lent rare Apelles curious Pensill Light And led Lycippus cunning Chizel right Thither by Troops th' Isaacian Tribes deuout Returnd to Salem flock from all about As when the Heav'ns opening their Sluces wide Poure suddain Showers surrounding euery side The gurgling Rills with rapid Course descend From sundry Hills and to some Riuer tend But sad-sweet IVDITH in the midst almost Shined as Cynthia ' mid the Nightly Hoast For God it seem'd her Beauties Form had cast In rarest Mould of Nature first or last Th' High Primate then assisted with the Ligne Of Eleazar Priests whose sacred Crine Felt neuer Razor on his oyled head A pearly Mitre sadly settelled His sacred Body also soon hee heals With sacred Vesture fring'd with golden Bells Then burns for Offring slayes for Sacrifice Kidds Lambs Calues Heifers in abundant wise Th'horns of the Altar with their blood bedying And lowely-lowd thus to th' Almighty crying Wee come not heer ô dreadfull Lord of Hoasts To plead a Roule of Meritorious Boasts Nor to protest that in these Punishments Thou wrongst thy Iustice and our Innocence No wee confesse our foule and frequent Crimes Worthy worse Plagues then These a thousand times Could'st thou forget Thy deer authentik Pact With Abraham or would'st thou so exact Forcing thy Mercy in thy Iustice Scale Our Waight of Sins with Iudgements countervaile Remoue our Cause wee therefore Lord intreat From Iustice Barr vnto thy Mercy-Seat O! holy Father pardon vs wee pray â—nd turn from vs this fearfull Storm away Alas vvhat boots vs that thy mighty hand â—ath brought vs home from Tigris hatefull strand â—ree from the Yoak which wee so long before â—nder th' Assyrian cruell Tyrants bore â—â— these fat Fields we haue but new re-tild â—â— these faire Frames we doe but now re-build â—â— these ô Dolor our deer louing Wiues Our Babes Sons Daughters deerer then our liues â—ust serue the Chaldés Ammonites for Pay â—nd be the Persians and fel Parthians Prey â—f This thine Altar if these hallowed rooms â—e re-profan'd with Heathen Hecatombs O! if thou wilt not pittie Vs abhord At least be Iealous of Thy Glory Lord At least haue pitty on This Holy Place Where to no God but to IEHOVA'S Grace â—s Incense burnt nor any Sacrifice But to thy Selfe of all the Deities Lord therefore turn ô turn the Chaldean Torches From these rich Cedar Roofs these stately Porches Preserue these Plates this pretious Furniture From sacrilegious Pilferers impure And let our Sorrow and our Sacrifice Vnto thy Iustice for our Sinnes suffice The Seruice done Each doth his way depart And Ioachim instantly calls apart The States of Iuda and thus sadly-sweet Consults with Them how with this Storm to meet Graue Peers said he if your braue Zeale of old Be not quight quenched be not yet key-cold If Care of Wiues if tender Childrens loue Had euer Power Your Soules deer Soules to moue If in your Brests rests any noble Worth Now now or neuer bring it brauely forth For but God aide and your auspicious Speed Wee are vndone Wee our wretched Seed And neuer more shall the Immortall see This Altar Smoaking to His Maiestie While th' Aire is mute so that it scarce can make In Summer dayes an Aspen leafe to shake While Seas be calm so that with Streamers braue A thousand Saile slide on the sleeping Waue While all the Winds be mew'd vp in their Cell 'T is hard to say which Pilot doth excell But when a Tempest one-while sinks a Ship Down to the Bottom of th' infernall Deep â—nother-while with swelling Fury driuen â—ilts with her Tops against the Stars of Heav'n â—aking a Shelfe now and a Rock anon â—hen and but then is a Good Maister know'n Therefore alas let now no carnall Care Of goods liues honors for your priuate Share Make you forget your Common-Country's Loue This Sacred Place th' Honor of GOD aboue â—ut humbly all into His hands resigning Your Soules whole Sway all your Spirits refining â—n sacred Flame from Drosse Mists impure Which too-too-oft the cleerest Eyes obscure â—dvise I pray the best in likely-hood Most pleasing God most for the Publique Good An aged Traytor then whose breath distill'd â—weet Hony Words whose brest with Gall was filld Wringing false Tears from his dissembling Eyes His cursed Drift did in These Terms disguise My Spirits faint my Speech doth faile me quight My frostie haires for horror stand vpright When I consider how This Tyrant fel With Bloud-floods drowning where he coms to quel Drawes neer Vs threatning to our Houses Flames Death to our Selues dishonor to our Dames But when on th' other side to minde I
Immortall Issue of ETERNITY His Soule in Bliss beholds her Makers Eyes His goodly Body shall more glorious Rise Weep not for HIM weep for our selues alas Not for our Priuate or Peculiar case As for our Sonn 's Brother's or Master's lack Or Prince's loss our Expectations wrack Our Places Graces Profits Pensions lost Our present Fortunes cast our future crost Weep for our Sinnes our Wicked-Prouocations Our haynous horrid high ABHOMINATIONS Both seen and secret both in High and Lowe Weep weep for These and stript from Top to Toe Of guiddie-Gaudes Top-gallant Tires and Towers Of Face-pride Case-pride Shin-pride Shoo-pride ours Like NINIVITES so neer Their threatned Fall In blackest Sack and Cinders shrowded All Not like a Bul-rush for a day or two To stoop and droop and seem as others doo As ACHAB yerst and PHARAO in Distress And then return vnto our old Excess As Doggs vnto their Mewte Hoggs to their Mire But day by day vntill our last exspire With bended Knees but more with broken hearts And th' inward rest of right Repentant Parts Prostrate our Soules in Fasting and in Praier Before the Foot-stool of th' Empyreal CHAIER That So What-euer bloody DELVGE float From th' old Red Dragon's wide-wide-yawning Throâ—â— We Humbled MOVRNERS may be Heav'nly Ma 〈…〉 In MERCIE 's Vessell to be All imbARET FINIS AN EPITAPH WHen Great French HENRY Fates bereft His Name Fame to OVRS He left As ablest ATLAS Then to proppe The Waight of WORTH the World of HOPE But ENGLAND's Sinnes a heauier Load So over-layd His Shoulders broad That crushed down Heer lies HEE dead So HOPE is fall'n and WORTH is fled ANOTHER WHom All admir'd whoÌ„ All almost ador'd For all the Parts of all PANDORA's Treasure The Hope of all to haue all Good restor'd HIM All our Ills haue slain by Heav'ns Displeasure By HIS late HIGHNE's First Worst Poet Pension r Iosuah Syluester HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENSE AN ELEGIAC-EPISTLE Consolatorie Against Immoderate Sorrowe for th'immature Decease Of S r. WILLIAM SIDNEY Knight Sonne and Heire apparant To The Right Honourable ROBERT LORD SIDNEY L. Vi-Count Lisle L. Chamberlain to the Queen L. Gouernour of His Maiesties Cautionarie Town of VLVSHING by IOSVAH SYLVESTER To the right Honorable the Lord Vi-count LISLE and his most vertuous Lady To Sir Robert SIDNEY Knight their Hopefull Sonne To the most Worthy Lady WROTH with the rest of their right vertuous Daughters To all the Noble SIDNEYS SEMI-SIDNEYS ALthough I know None but a Sidney's Muse Worthy to sing a Sidney's Worthyness None but Your Own * Anagram LA WROTH AL-WORTH Sidnëides In whom Her Vncle 's noble Veine renewes â—nd though I know sad Nobles to infuse My fore-spent Drops into the bound-lesse Seas Of Your deep Griefs for your deer Ioy 's Decease To Your full Ocean nought at-all accrues â—â—t as the Floods Queen Amphitrité daignes To take the Tribute of small Brooks and Bournes Which to Her Bounty that Their Streams maintains â—e humble Homage of Their Thanks returnes Accept These Sighes and these few Teares of Ours Which haue their Course but from the Source of Yours Y r Noble Name 's Vertue 's most Observant IOSVAH SYLVESTER An ELEGIAC EPISTLE WHat Obiect less theÌ„ our Great HENRY's Hers e Could so haue seiz'd the voice of euery Verse What Subiect else could haue ingrossed so The publique Store and priuate Stock of Woe What Sea but th' Ocean of His Vertues Fame Could drink all Teares or drown a SIDNEY's Na me As buried quick so quickly though so yong So vn-bewayled so vn-sigh't vn-sung O glorious HENRY though alone to Thee I owe my all and more then all of Mee And though alas the best and most of mine Reach not the least the lowest Dues of Thine Yet woldst thou couldst Thou hear as heer-to-foâ— And grant a Boon I onely would implore Thy leaue a little for a SIDNEY's Death To sigh a little of my Mournfull breath The rather that as Yerst Hee seru'd You heer And in His End attended Yours so neer Through-out all Ages subsequent to Ours His Name and Fame may ever waite on YOVRS Sith All the MVSES owe That Name alone A Dia-pason of each sad-sweet Groan â—t more peculiar and precisely Mine â—ineally bound vnto That Noble Ligne ARCADIANS know no Other for APOLLO â—o other MARS in Arms or Arts to follow â—s DEMI-GODS as well of Warre as Wit â—hen SIDNEYS yerst or SEMI-SIDNEYS yet â—et fit I said for of This deer Descent â—ature of late too-lauishly hath spent Like My Ill-Huswifes which at once doe burn â—wo or three lights where One wold serue the turn â—ot her Own only but more orient Gemms â—ore rich more rare more fitting Diadems As first th' old Father famous-fortunate â—he prime firme Founder of our IRISH State â—ext His Son PHILIP More theÌ„ PHILIP'S Son â—hose World of Worth a World of Honor won â—hen His sole Heire sole VENVS-IVNO-PALLAS â—ll Beauties Pattern and All Vertues Palace Whose memorie on MVSES Fairest Hill â— Canonized by a Phoenix Quill â—hese Three the which Three Ages might haue grac't â—ll These and more in My short Age haue past â—esides This new SWEET-WILLIAM now deceast Th' Epitomè and Summe of All the rest The Flower of Youth of Honour Beauty Blood Th'Apparant Heire of All the SIDNEYS Good For Minde for Mould for Spirit Strength Stature A Miracle a Master-piece of Nature Alas How grossely doe our Painters erre In drawing Death's grim Visage euery-where With hollow holes as wholely dark and blind Ah! See wee not how still Hee sees to finde The fairest Mark the rarest and the best Of Vertues Budds and lets alone the rest Ravens Brambles Bandogs Sirens heer he leaues Swannes Roses Lions Dians hence he reaves Nay th' onely PHOENIX hath he newly slain But maugre Death That Bird reuiues again No maruaile then if SIDNEYS fall so fast So early ripe are seldome apt to last So Eminent are imminent to die Malicious Death doth Such so eas'ly spie But why of Death and Nature raue I Thus Another Stile my LISLE befitteth vs. Another Hand another Eye directs Both Death and Nature in These high Effects The Eye of PROVIDENCE the Hand of POVVER Disposing All in Order and in Hower So working in so waking over All That but by Those doth Nothing heere befall Then not as Currs the stone or staff to bite Vn-heeding why or who doth hurl or smight Vnto That Eye let vs erect our owne And humble vs vnder That Hand alone Which as the Potter his own Work controules Dissolueth Bodies and absolueth Soules Vn-partiall euer Vn-preposterous How-euer Other it may seem to vs. For euer since first WOMAN teemed Twin And at a Birth brought forth both Death Sin Sin as her Heir Death as an Heritage â—ustly deriued down from Age to Age It is Decreed by a more Chang-lesse Lawe Then euer yet the Medes and Persians sawe That All men once as well as Lowe the High