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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18410	An epicede or funerall song on the most disastrous death, of the high-borne prince of men, Henry Prince of Wales, &c. With the funeralls, and representation of the herse of the same high and mighty prince ... VVhich noble prince deceased at St. Iames, the sixt day of Nouember, 1612. and was most princely interred the seuenth day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the eighteenth yeere of his age.	Chapman, George, 1559?-1634.; Hole, William, d. 1624, engraver.	1613 (1613)	STC 4974; ESTC S107694	17,429	56

Good he ioyn'd with Equitie and Truth VVisedome in yeeres crown'd his ripe head in youth His heart wore all the folds of Policie Yet went as naked as Simplicitie Knew good and ill but onely good did loue In him the Serpent did embrace the Doue Hee was not curious to sound all the streame Of others acts yet kept his owne from them He whose most darke deeds dare not stand the light Begot was of imposture and the night VVho surer then a Man doth ends secure Eyther a God is or a Diuell sure The President of men whom as men can All men should imitate was God and Man In these cleere deepes our Prince fish't troubl'd streams of bloud vantage challenge diadems In summe knot-like hee was together put That no man could dissolue and so was cut But we shal see our foule-mouth'd factions spite Markt witch-like with one blacke eie th' other white Ope oppose against this spotlesse sun Such heauen strike blinder thē th' eclipsed moon Twixt whom and noblesse or humanities truth As much dull earth lies and as little ruth Should all things sacred perish as there lyes Twixt Phaebe and the Light-fount of the skies In her most darke delinquence vermine right That prey in darknesse and abhorre the light Liue by the spoile of vertue are not well But when they heare newes frō their father hell Of some blacke mischiefe neuer do good deed But where it does much harme or hath no need What shall become of vertues far-short traine when thou their head art reacht high Prince of men O that thy life could haue disperst deaths stormes To giue faire act to those Heroique formes with which al good rules had enricht thy mind Preparing for affayres of euery kinde Peace being but a pause to breathe fierce warre No warrant dormant to neglect his Starre The licence sense hath is t' informe the soule Not to suppresse her and our lusts extoll This life in all things to enioy the next Of which lawes thy youth both contain'd the text And the contents ah that thy grey-ripe yeeres Had made of all Caesarean Commentares More then can now be thoght in fact t'enroule And make blacke Faction blush away her soule That as a Temple built when Pietie Did to diuine ends offer specially What men enioy'd that wondrous state exprest Strange Art strange cost yet who had interest In all the frame of it and saw those dayes Admir'd but little and as little praise Gaue to the goodly Fabricke but when men That liue whole Ages after view it then They gaze and wonder and the longer time It stands the more it glorifies his prime Growes fresh in honor and the age doth shame That in such Monuments neglect such fame So had thy sacred Frame beene rais'd to height Forme fulnesse ornament the more the light Had giuen it view the more had Men admir'd And tho men now are scarce to warmnesse fir'd VVith loue of thee but rather colde and dead To all sense of the grace they forfeited In thy neglect and losse yet after-ages VVould be inflam'd and put on holy rages with thy inspiring vertues cursing those VVhose breaths dare blast thus in the bud the Rose But thou woe's me art blown vp before blowne And as the ruines of some famous Towne Show here a Temple stood a Pallace here A Cytadell an Amphitheater Of which ahlas some broken Arches still Pillars or Columns rac't which Art did fill VVith all her riches and Diuinitie Retaine their great and vvorthy memory So of our Princes state I nought rehearse But show his ruines bleeding in my verse What poison'd Ast'risme may his death accuse Tell thy astonisht Prophet deathles Muse And make my starres therein the more aduerse The more aduance vvith sacred rage my Verse And so adorne my dearest Fautors Herse That all the wits prophane of these bold times May feare to spend the spawne of their rancke rymes On any touch of him that shold be sung To eares diuine and aske an Angels tongue VVith this it thundred and a lightning show'd VVhere she sate writing in a sable cloud A Penne so hard and sharpe exprest her plight It bit through Flint and did in Diamant write Her vvords she sung and laid out such a brest As melted Heauen and vext the very blest In which she cal'd all worlds to her complaints And how our losse grew thus vvith teares shee paints Hear earth heauen you that haue no eares Hell and the hearts of tyrants heare my teares Thus Brittaine Henry tooke his timelesse end VVhen his great Father did so far transcend All other Kings and that he had a Sonne In all his Fathers gifts so farre begunne As added to Fames Pynions double wings And as braue riuers broken from their springs The further off grow greater and disdame To spread a narrower current then the Maine Had drawne in all deserts such ample Spheares As Hope yet neuer turn'd about his yeeres All other Princes with his parts comparing Like all Heauens pettie Luminaries faring To radiant Lucifer the dayes first borne It hurld a fire red as a threatning Morne On fiery Rhamnusias sere and sulphurous spight who turn'd the sterne orbs of her ghastly sight About each corner of her vaste Command And in the turning of her bloudy hand Sought how to ruine endlesly our Hope And set to all mishap all entries ope And see how ready meanes to mischiefe are She saw fast by the bloud-affecting Feuer Euen when th'Autumnal-starre began t' expire Gathering in vapours thinne Ethereall fire Of which her venomde finger did jmpart To our braue Princes fount of heat the heart A praeternaturall heat which through the vaines And Arteries by 'th blood and spirits meanes Diffus'd about the body and jnflam'd Begat a Feuor to be neuer nam'd And now this loather of the louely Light Begot of Erebus and vglie Night Mounted in hast her new and noysefull Carre Whose wheeles had beam-spokes frō th'Hungarian star And all the other frame and freight from thence Deriu'd their rude and ruthlesse jnfluence Vp to her left side lept jnfernall Death His head hid in a cloud of sensuall breath By her sat furious Anguish Pale Despight Murmure and Sorrow and possest Affright Yellow Corruption Marow-eating Care Languor chill Trembling fits Irregulare Inconstant Collor feeble voyc't Complaint Relentles Rigor and Confusion faint Frantick Distemper Hare-eyd vnrest And short-breath'd Thirst with th'euer-burning breast A wreath of Adders bound her trenched Browes Where Tormēt Ambusht lay with all her throws Marmarian Lyons frindg'd with slaming Manes Drew this grym furie and her brood of Banes Their hearts of glowing Coles murmurd ror'd To beare her crook't yokes and her Banes abhord To their deare Prince that bore them in his Armes And should not suffer for his Good their Harmes Then from Hels burning whirlepit vp she hallde The horrid Monster fierce Echidna calde That from her Stigian