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A19908	The muses-teares for the losse of their hope; heroick and ne're-too-much praised, Henry, Prince of Wales. &c. Together with times sobs for the vntimely death of his glory in that his darling: and, lastly, his epitaphs. Consecrated to the high and mighty prince, Frederick the fift, Count-palatine of Rheyn. &c. Where-vnto is added, consolatory straines to wrest nature from her bent in immoderate mourning; most loyally, and humbly wisht to the King and Queenes most exeellent [sic] Maiesties. / By Iohn Dauies of Hereford, their Maiesties poore beads-man, and vassall.	Davies, John, 1565?-1618.	1613 (1613)	STC 6339; ESTC S109356	18,357	40

THE MVSES-TEARES FOR THE LOSSE OF THEIR HOPE HEROICK AND NE'RE-TOO-MVCH praised HENRY Prince of Wales c. Together with TIMES Sobs for the vntimely death of his Glory in that his Darling and lastly his Epitaphs CONSECRATED To the high and mighty Prince Frederick the fift Count-palatine of Rheyn c. Where-vnto is added Consolatory STRAINES to wrest NATVRE from her bent in immoderate mourning most loyally and humbly wisht to the KING and QVEENES most excellent MAIESTIES BY IOHN DAVIES of Hereford their Maiesties poore Beads-man and Vassall AT LONDON Printed by G. Eld for Iohn Wright and are to be sould at his shop neere Christ-Church Dore. 1613. THE MVSES-TEARES for the high Heroik and neuer-too-much praised HENRY Prince of Wales c. THe HAND of heauen as quick as it is strong And moues this ALL to all it moues vnto Hath turn'd our hopes to feares and griefes among In his Lifes LINE which it did late vndo Princely-perfection being past the prime And neare the highest grow'th O dismall turne Is turn'd into the Roote this Winter-time Ner'e to retire till GOD in Flesh returne He vpon whome the Nations Eyes were bent As on a most auspitious blazing Starre Is now extinguish'd yet the light hee lent Fore-shew'd he would haue thundred lowd in War For in his Eares no musick sweet did sound But Trumpets Drummes and Phifes and at his meate While they did others hearing but confound They solac'd his and made his stomake great Th'expertest Fortifier and Engineere He sought who taught him either skill so young That he his Teachers taught so did appeare Too ripe too soone to last so ripe too long And in all exercise of Armes he was Vnmatch'd by any of his yeares For He Past subiects so as he did subiects passe In Birth Mind Vertue Glory and Degree The Doing-Horse all Eyes can witnesse it He made much more than Do yet sate so sure As they but where are they that so can sit That back the wildest Beasts yet sit secure In few no Feate of such Actiuity As graced Action and the Actor too But it with most admir'd Agility He did past all that best so young could do With Arts and Letters hee so stor'd his MIND That both knew all therein y'er Youth could know So Arte and Nature were as Curst as Kind To Cleaue so to him and to Leaue him so His Spirit and Body were at endlesse strife Which should be Actiu'st in all Princely Parts For both were full of Grace as full of Life Both which winne Glory with both Hopes and Hearts That actiue Spirit his Meditations rais'd Aboue the Spheare of GREATNES that doth rise From those Perfections that do perish prais'd To seek PERFECTION prais'd and neuer dies And like a Soule that nought on Earth can fill Seeking for al-suffizing Aliments Still mounts aboue her selfe in Minde and will Till she hath found what fully her contents So his rare Soule beeing euer on her VVings Soone cloide with whatsoe're the Earth holds deere Sought to suffize her with eternall Things Which made her stay so much the shorter here The World could not containe her not as He To whose ambition Earths Rotundity Seem'd but an Angle no but Shee did flee The VVorld and such vaine Pride yet fled more high She fled to Him whose Center 's euery where And Circle no where for true Eaglet She On Iustice SONNE her Eyes being strong as cleare Still lou'd to looke to shew her Dignity But while She kept within her Prison-walls Or Iaile of Flesh She through the windowes saw To all that in Discretions Compasse falls And ordred all that All by Reasons Law His Seruants so hee swai'd and that alone Himselfe beeing vnder Tutors as appear'd That they were gouern'd by some Salomon For which he was no lesse Belou'd than Fear'd Reward and Punishment being as the weights By which our Horologe of life is mou'd Fell euer through Him from Celestiall Heights On none but whom true vertue loth'd or lou'd If then his Priuate in such order stood How had the publike done when hee had swai'd They had beene like for Grace in likely-hood And for our Common-good as Good as stai'd The High'st all good things hath in Essence still Ill in his Vnderstanding-pow'r but Man Hath good things by Intelligence but ill He hath in Essence for no Good he can But He whose goodnesse rauish'd him from hence Was Good in Nature by his BEING blest But Ill he had but by Intellingece Which he with Grace corrected being best Some Kings are more than Men in their beliefe But in their liues such Beasts as neuer liu'd The chiefe Offenders than are oft the CHIEFE But this Belou'd liu'd well and well beleeu'd The Simile twixt God and Man is such That God is said to be immortall Man And Man a mortall God He was so much Whose want we waile much more than sorrow can His Princely lookes compos'd so rarely were Of venerable grauity and grace That one did Loue prouoke the other feare And both in one still shew'd a sacred Face His Ire was temperate sith he knew so well How ill t' was in Warme Fortunes to be hot Sith like great Ruines those it quite doth quell On whome it falls and lights on equall Lot It is to rash and so must needs offend To do ought well For it cures ill with ill Then to referre a Vice to Ire to mend Is Vice to cure by Vice outragious still Great Mindes in Choler should be euer like The highest Planets that are slowest mou'd And neuer vse how euer mou'd to strike Till they indulgent meanes haue throughly prou'd The fire of Ire that from cold feare proceeds Prouoks the Subiect put past feare in hate To make attempts although for it he bleeds To free his feare that makes him desperate Nor is he quiet kept to keepe him low As some affirme for eu'ry hope that giues Least like-li-hood to raise his ouer-throw Vnder new Lords for such he plots and striues Then as from loue proceeds a State more sure Though moderate so that that comes from feare Although more absolute doth lesse endure For feare growne des'prate it will ouer-beare For Cruelty from Cowardize doth spring Sith still couragious Minds their force imploy But on resisting foes then hee 's no King But Tyrant that but prostrate Friends destroys It is a weakenesse of great Pow'r and Will To loue them least that most they do offend Whome Kings offend they will offend them still And ne're for-giue th' offended till their end But hate to see them sith perhaps their sight But minds them of the wrongs they do them still In this this Gaul-lesse Prince tooke no delight But did quite otherwise in Deed and Will Ambition the Soules Shirt sith that 's the Vice Shee last puts off no more transported his Than Caesars was with glories auarice For his Ambition wholy aim'd at This Kings should haue innocency Columbine To do no more than harmelesse

her prompts me what to speake All that attend her Fames report mainetaines And all in all into her prayses breake Yea loue the ground that this Belou'd sustaines But ô wee cannot looke vpon her Worth But must reflect on His that's gonne sith He Was as her Self and one Wombe brought them forth Which for these BLESSINGS euer-blessed bee But ah he Was and is not WAS ô word Able to strike the Soule of Patience dead And why not IS Hee IS and is a LORD Whom Angels serue and with their Food is fedd He di'de indeed it 's true nay false it is He did not die that chang'd but lifes annoy For life of comfort in eternall BLISSE Yet thus he di'de that thus yet liues in ioy Deere Vault that veil'st him mummanize his Corse Till it arise in Heauen to be crown'd Sith though on Earth he rarely ran his course No Crowne for Prize though it he toucht he found But Breath no sooner left him but it was Inuolu'd with aire of FAME and blowne so high That it doth Ariadneis CROWNE surpasse And made a FLAME new kindled in the Skye He di'de in shew than but yet liues in Deed In Heauen and Hearts of all that honor Grace In HIGHNES Heart he di'de then so to speed Of Glory heere and in that surer Place Eu'n when his Grand-dames Corpse was re-inshrin'de As if his Corpse in shades of Death through loue Had long'd to meete with Hers that seem'd so kinde To seeke to meete with his through her remoue Eu'n then the will of Heau'n so fore-assign'd He left his Breath ye 'r he the Crowne possest And went in Person Princely still inclin'd To meete and greet her in eternall rest But so he spent and left his breath we hope That 's praise in Blisse stil breaths Eternity As it doth fill the Earth and heau'nly Cope For such a hopefull life did neuer die Then die he neuer can while Vertue liues For HE and SHE are still Corelatiues Feare and the Pit and the Snare are vpon thee O inhabitant of the Earth Esay 24. 17. SOBS FOR THE LOSSE of the most Heroick Prince HENRY Nonfrustranascitur qui bene moritur NOw all we see of worth go all in blacke For Him whose worth all times shall loue and lack The hopefull'st heire apparant to a CROWNE That Grace could giue yet call the guift hir owne Some waile the losse of priuat friends till death Then when so many clos'd were in his Breath How should that some nay all his losse deplore That Sorrowes-Sea no bottom hath nor Shoare All praise is shut in Bounds saue that of ONE Who nere is lost but of the lost alone But none that 's lost in shew not deede or name Could e'rne more praise than this tru Soule of FAME Hee 's gon but going left such light behinde As doth the Moone ecclipse the Sunne so blind With splendor that the light they yeeld vs now Is farre lesse good in deede lesse great in show The Heau'ns that lent him are growne poore or wee Deserue no trust sith we bad detters be To take him ere the time by Nature set Yet for short intrest keepe vs still in debt Celestiall Sprits are yee so greedy growne So soone to giue and take from vs your owne Or did you enuy that we should haue had A Head so good to Members al so bad Say we were Marchants that nere kept our day Or at the best but pray when we should pay Or yet if better when no faith wee keepe Fall on our knees and for grace sigh and weepe Yet sith yee swim in all celestiall STORE Yee might a while haue borne with Spirits so poore But were we poore in spirit we had beene rich In your account but O we are not such Our Pride that makes vs beggers eu'ry way Make yee mistrust our faith too poore to pay Well it is ill with vs poore Soules profane And worse much worse for that which you haue tane Yea which is worst will neuer lend Him more O Spirit Celestiall Spirits which we adore For-beare the rest we owe to grace incline Trust vs vpon a pawne of Angells wine Which from the heauy Vessells of our eves Shall runne till you shall say It doth suffice And Lord of Hoastes their Lord and ours beseige Our Hearts with feare till Loue doth giue this Pledge And so dispose the goods we haue of thine In and Without vs as we may resigne All to thy praise that though in debt we stand Thou maist supply our wants still on our Band On which we humbly pray thee lend vs health And Heads and Hands t'vphold the Common-wealth Of our owne Stocke or if in future-time As heretofore some stranger vp do climbe On Ladder of our Branches to our CROWNE He may be such as nere may put vs downe AN EPITAPH ON THE Death of the immortall HENRY Prince of Wales MVch Briefly said and clearely too Is hard yet that much Art can do But here much griefe and little Art Is forc'd to act so hard a Part. Nature and Arte with Grace and Fortune too Sought Time and Death to conquer as they do In this Heroick PRINCE who through those fou'r Orethrowes Times force and Deaths almighty Pow'r All that was in Him was much more than all That 's found in Flesh if young and naturall Can Wit say more for his true glory here Yes for he was a Prince without a Peere What more why this He di'de but in his prime Yet in perfection elder was than TIME And more compleate than PLACE for fame that growes From his great WORTH alone no lymit knowes If Time and Death and Place than be to seeke For such another He to none is like But him who hath no like yet like in MIND And for they haue no like in either kinde This King of Princes and that God of Kings Are like themselues than and none other things And like them-selues they liue in Heau'n and Vs In spight of Enuy Time and Death Than thus In briefe wee bound their boundles EXCELLENCE One no such GOD the other no such PRINCE ANOTHER FOrtune and Art and Nature straue To giue much more than er'e they gaue To Him that lies heare vnderneath The grace of Nature Time and Death Three CROWNES were neere Him and the forth He might by RIGHT haue wone by WORTH Which in his youth presag'd his spirit Would ren'd in age from WRONG his RIGHT That Spirit like his that 's most compleat Sought nought but what was good and GREATE He soone was ripe too soone to win What Time much toyld and Art drawes in Who casts for Crownes must haue no small Might right skill will and Time with all But whose perfection Time out-goes Winnes but LAVD'S Crowne yer life he lose His Gaine and Losse then are so eu'n As he is pleas'd with both in Heau'n Teaching all Heires to CROWNES and KINGS To be the best of Earthly things Far-well rare PRINCE nor Time nor

Creatures should With which they should haue Wisdome Serpentine To do no lesse then Circumspection would And euer with the wakefull'st Will and Wit To stretch their power beyond their power though great But only for the publike-benefit For which they smell most sweete when most they sweat A Prince that ties himself himself vnto Doth much mistake himselfe For hee 's not his Nor is the STATE his but he still must do As if he were the STATES for so he is From Benefits come Obligations and From such more such and so t' is Sire and Sonne Effect and Cause Yet still doth mouing stand In Will and Pow'r of Natures like the Sunne Such was this Prince who look'd with watchful Eyes To all that might with State in Time haue stood He aw'd the Great and iustly most precise Discount'nanc'd such as Greater were than good For such as wil be Sheepe the Wolfe deuoures Then sheepish Kings must flee all Beasts of prey Or keepe Presumption downe in subiect Pow'res Lest long conniuence make it long for sway Contempt t'a Prince more dang'rous is than hate For Hate by feare is held from bold Attempt But SCORNE doth make it daring then a STATE In danger stands that stands so in Contēpt Lightnings put by with winde but of a Cap And oft great STATES that might the world comman'd Fall with the smallest accidents that hap Then if Contempt they beare they cannot stand This made this Prince betimes to haue an Eye To all that saw but how they high might grow By wrong and scorne of PRINCIPALITY Sith well he knew they ill themselues did know His Deeds did euermore exceed his words In Vertue and Effect nor would He speake But still with Caution fit for sou'raigne Lords Who know they bruize their Crownes when Words they break For Princes safer Pris'ners are by far Vnder their words almighty-binding pow'r Than they are vnder strongest Bolt or Barre Because their Words like Gods are euer sure If otherwise we cannot call them Gods As God himselfe doth stile them if they be Vnlike through that iniustice and like Clods Do nought but soile the seate of their Degree No Tongues Pens wil wound their Names to death Nay past sith past sharpe Tongues Pens can giue Them black Reproch for with their harmeful breath Their Vices die but stil their shames may liue For seeing Iustice cannot touch their liues Its reason it should touch their Names too nought For feare whereof a TITVS often striues To be not what he is but what he ought For it is hard to play an After-game Of Reputation wel or not to loose By eu'ry cast though wel we play the same Sith all our Gaine to our first Losses goes But Vertue made our Heroes to preserue His Name from blemish not these by-respects He Vertue seru'd that so She Him might serue With fullest Glory voide of all Defects Not like the Starres that yeeld but little light Because they are so high with him it far'd But like the Sunne was bright'st at greatest height And stil his Minde vnto his Fortunes squar'd BEING without well Being cursed is And so the greater Beeing the greater curse But he being Great was euer blest in this That he did Grace by Nature kindly nurse Nature in HIM admir'd what she had wrought At least she might if She most wonderfull Of things created could admire at ought That 's made good great stout wise and beautiful He was the richest Trophey FORTVNES Pow'r Could reare in HONORS Theater for stil NATVRE did doate on Him her Bellamoure Or Master-peece the Wonder of her skil Beauty TIMES flowre though delicate it be Yet soone it dies so holds comparison With Phydias collours which though faire to see Were blemisht with each Breath that breath'd thereon But that immortall beauty of the Minde Wherewith He was endow'd was so ingrain'd In his Soules Faculties that by no winde Or blast of Enuy it can e're be stain'd No He most strictly ey'de his better Part And in the Glasse of Heau'ns eternall LAW Righted th' Apparell of his royall Heart As best became his FORME which there he saw For no Mans Fortunes nor his high renowne Can possibly be worthy for his End Which hath made Kings of Yore to quit their Crowne That they to better Ends might wholy tend Life 's but a Supposition or Non-ENS That 's not perceptible because it IS Then streight IS not but by Intelligence And while it IS it is but most amisse Nothing is certaine but vncertainty Beneath the Moone which varies like our Mindes For Man 's a Maze of Mutability Wherein both Sin and Grace stil turnes and winds It 's good to die than yer wee die because A life too liuely proues too deadly oft He shootes not well that vp his Arrow drawes And eyes no Mark below nor that aloft But some mis-doe themselues themselues to hide From cruell Fortunes most impetuous Blowes But neuer Kings but Cowards so haue di'd Yet Emper'ours base as bad haue beene of those It is an act of Charity to long Euer to liue for others good than they That both to God and Nature do such wrong As hatefull Monsters seeke their both decay And some so long doe liue that they interre Their Glory y'er they die and die but when The World doth hate them deadli'st or some War Takes them away as Beasts from ciuill Men Yet Life 's but Bondage wer 't not free'd by Death Nay Life 's a Sicknesse that so mortall is That who so liues must die and strongest Breath Is not still long'st but often more amisse Life may be tane from Man by any Man But Death by no Man none dare him abide Nor Pow'r nor Art nor Loue Life lengthen can For if they could this Prince had neuer di'd Yee Iles whereof He was the Hope with Feares Shake where ye stand or with sighes shift your Clime And be inuirond with a sea of Teares Where neuer Sunne may see the face of TIME Or settle else where still his Beames may burne Our frozen Hearts and turne vs all to Black That eu'n our Skinnes as-well as Hearts may mourne For him whose want turnes all our comforts back Black 's but a meere Priuation and no Hue As Darkenesse is of Light that 's fitt'st for vs Whom Griefes Cimerian darkenesse doth subdue Being quite depriu'd of Light of comfort thus The feeling sence alone for mortall life Is necessary but the rest not so For Life may BE without them then let Griefe And Sense to feele it ne're our liues forgo For Him that might the death of Griefe haue beene Had Heau'n not enui'd Earth his longer stay But ah he grew so mellow being greene That he by nature soone did fall away With whom our Hearts are fall'n and with the fall On Craggy Cares are swol'n so full of wo That they can hardly hold but O this ALL Is at this stay that staies but falling so What hold or hope or helpe is than

With wofull'st action that may moue to grieue And sith great Kings their Birth-daies celebrate With all that Pompe can yeeld or Pleasure prooue On this black Death-day still through publike hate Let ne're the least pompe stirre nor pleasure moue Musike be euer silent on this Day Or with Chromatick Dumps our losse lament And O yee heau'nly Spheares sound so or stay And all confuse beneath the firmament For Common-griefe's not capable of forme Our Griefe is common then confound all Mirth On this curst Day let DEATH then euer storme Yea make the Sunne himselfe lie hid with Earth If ought be else Poetick-rage or worse Or Loue that can doe all can mooue to hate This cursed day to adde vnto this curse Let it fall on it as most reprobate Henry deere Henry O that Words we had So steept in Brine that all through them might see That We with Reason are growne iustly mad Sith Reas'n doth rage most iustly but for Thee For soules that haue Intelligence and Will And by the first discerne what they haue lost Can through the Last but last distracted still With Rage that Reason rectifieth most If GOD we lose what Reas'n can be so great For greatest Reas'n best knowes the greatest losse But it with Griefe will quite it selfe forget Remembring such a Soule-confounding CROSSE Then when we loose a Prince like God for State Stile Vertue and Effect what Reason can But fare as it were rightly reprobate If not such Reas'n must be in more then Man If well wee take a CROSSE of so great weight That breakes the Back of suffrance with a Thought Though propt with strongest grace our dul conceipt Of Goodnesse lost shewes we are good for nought No sooner can our Soules discourse forbeare And cease to take Reports from Wit and Sence Than we like Blocks such Blowes of Fate can beare As maime our Soules through their Intelligence If He of HVS whose patience being crost Endur'd the shock of Hels first mortall charge Yet in the second found his patience lost Among but Blaines that did but Bloud enrage Then how should flesh lesse fenc'd with Grace sustaine So many Wounds which through our Princes Heart Death fastens on our soules such hurt such paine Makes Out-rage seeme to act but Iudgements Part. The Prophet being but in prison cast For speaking what he ought and as hee should Vow'd neuer more to mention heau'n and past So farre in heate that hee the High'st contrould Then though wee may not from the slips of Saints Take warrant flat to fall yet for such CAVSE To vse Poetick-rage in our Complaints Falling past fury stands with Reasons Lawes Oh! that VVits forces than that Reas'n controules Could fall into this sacred Rage and make All Times to come to suffer with our soules Or force the props of future Worlds to shake For passion beeing in our soules conceiu'd Forth-with is formed in our speech and so Passing from vs by others is receiu'd And makes in them impression of like Wo. Oh! Eloquence the Routher of our Minde Swaying th' Affects thereof which way it lists Ioyne with our sighes now like resistlesse Winds To lose our soules in sorrowes endlesse Mists For Griefe enforc'd by Fate and Eloquence Oh FORCE that still the owne desires fulfils Than Tyrants sway hath no lesse violence Ore our weake soules that works but what it Wils Yet nought's more eloquent than TRVTH most strōg Than our tru Grief that seas of sorrow weeps Must mooue al Mindes by th' Engin of our Tongue To floate to endlesse Woes on DOLORS Deepes Men must be wrought like Ir'ne that 's first made soft With fire yer water cooles it fires of VVit Must make them more then supple sure and oft Y'er Teares can coole strong passions burning-fit Than if my Wit were great as is the CAVSE Of this our sorrow it should so enflame The World with passion as it ne're should pause To showre forth streames of Teares to quench the same But so this Griefe distracts it that it can But make imperfect Offers it 's too cold To thaw the frozen Hearts of euery Man For Death not Dolor hath all hearts in hold Oh words O sence how sencelesse both wee hold Though most significant that cannot curse This Day past execration would yee could And I had you to vse do that or worse But why O why doe I accursed fend So curse the Day wherein He so was blest For whose cause so I curse My knees I bend And begge for Grace sith t' was in Minde distrest Then I retract my Curses and I blesse That blessed God that giues and takes so free The best Things euer for we must confesse This was as good as could in Nature Bee For if in nature there could be a Prince Aboue the pitch of highest Hopes then Hee Was more then such in our experience Then can our Griefes be lesse than now they bee Yet Arte and Adulation making Eight Of seu'n that make so many samouzed But yet the eight make more for state and weight Do ost in ouer-righting wrong the dead But few if dead are flattered if their friends Liue not in Wealth or Greatnesse so the scopes Of all such Clawers scratch for priuate Ends Yet Kings will flatter to attaine their Hopes But who for priuate Grace and Guifts among Of wicked Princes doe renowne their Names Do priuate Iustice so with publike-Wrong So both is wronge done right to both their shames Then here 's our happy infortunity To praise him dead so strong in lyuing-Might Whose erned praise seemes hired flattery But this we cannot shunne and doe him right Then O! receiue great Prince of Palatines Our Muses Teares true records of our Harme In these sad Numbers of her blubbred Lines Eu'n for his sake of whom th' hast lost an ARME If not much more for neuer could two Hearts As th' had beene one long since and cleft in two Till now at meeting streight reioyn'd their Parts So did your Hearts at your first meeting doe But death too enuious death disseuer'd them As soone as ioyn'd than wee may iudge by this Thy causeful Sorrowes needs must be extreame Like ours whose heart was ours and ours was His And to what season had as spightfull Time Reseru'd this seu'ring but eu'n then when thou To make that Knot more sure in your youths prime Cam'st to espouse his HALFE wo-wedded now So when thy ioyes were flowing neere the full It past the lowest ebbe fell headlong-wise And wert not Fortune thee did yet not lull In Cradle of sure hope it neere could rise Thy Fortunes highest ayme nought can bee higher That on the Earth is found is the rar'st Iemme That er'e was cas'd with flesh then to aspire That to enioy is ioy beyond extreame A Sister sutable to such a Brother The high'st desire of mightiest Potentates Good in the Abstract ther 's not such another Now to bee match'd nor in the power of FATES Fame that best knows