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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

being fir'd Lights the whole country farre off from the flame And makes Night Day-light neere vnto the same So solitary Kings that are retir'd For vertuous causes do like Beacons fir'd Giue light to all their Subiects farre and nie So good the publike by their priuacy Good King thy foes if thou hast any such If not thy Sauiour could not say so much Cannot but say and do thine Honor right Th' art Good as Great in Nature as in Might Than in that goodnesse our iust Iealousie Of common intrest which wee haue in thee Conuert to Confidence through thy due care Of thy Healths state this STATE which we are Thy Health is ours thy Sicknesse is our Pest. Thy rest 's our Toile thy Trauaile is our REST If from the Helme of this so mighty ARKE That beares our Common-wealth in priuate Carke Thy most wel-practiz'd HAND in rule of STATE Belong with-held by sorrow ease or Fate It must for all the Masters helpes within Runne back in Grace or else quite sinck in sinne The Masters Eye doth fat the Horse they say And Coyne-made Pastors let the flock decay Those Officers that buy or rent their Roomes Will sell or make a RENT of all that comes All will stand crooked if thy Head and Hand Be not appli'd to make it vpright stand Thou being the cunning'st Architect of STATE Canst raise this maugree puffes of Spight or Fate That it rare Master-peece of Kingly SKIL Shall stand for Kings to imitate it still Then O! take comfort in thy Common-wealth Whose comfort is in care but of thy Health As when the sick sore sick are spoken too By friends for good yet grieue in what they do So least my chat might thee perhaps offend I at thy foot fall prostrate for the end And thus there set the Period of my speech Do as thou wilt thou wilt all others teach To the sacred Queene of England her most excellent Maiesty bee all comfort after the CROSSE GOod Queene for greater STILE Truth Grace nor Wit Can giue to Greatnes for Mans Goodnesse fit Blesse with thy Raies these Lines drawne out at length To giue thy Mind repose thy Patiēce strēgth Yet come from want of wit which iustly vaunts None truer speakes then truest Ignorants You see beneath the Circuite of the SVNNE All that 's made best is instantly vndone Are all things vaine then in that Compasse No The lightest Thing therein is nothing so That 's TRVTH which stil is best yet still vnmade Which GOD cannot vndo though Fiends inuade Than TRVTH so perfect tels you by her Foole Her plainest Tongues-man you are in a Schoole That teacheth many Lessons good and bad The bad delight the good but make too sad Then sith now sad you are the last you learn'd Was passing good though it be ill discern'd You take it ill perhaps by so great losse To learne to beare a farre more heauy CROSSE Which Heau'n long deferre if long you liue For which I pray then O be glad to grieue For what you do when you do grieue to proue Your Soules best Physick in what least you loue It 's ill to be too well ease is disease And deadly too in Parts that Death doth seize Then when in any Part of vs we ioy More than we should lest that might vs destroy Heau'n takes it quickly off as t' were by stealth And by that Want supplies our want of health The greatest Crosse that Greatnesse then can beare Is that of Pleasure free'd of Griefe and Feare Yet to content Desire and feare exclude Is the whole Summe of Heau'ns BEATITVDE But here not so where pleasure as a Crime Ends ill if feare preuent it not in time Yet Nature droopes if pleasure in a meane Sustaine it not to act Lifes tedious Scaene Thus with nor without pleasure long can we Liue as we should so strongly weake we be Than gratious Queene when you reflect vpon This light of TRVTH it will be daie anon With darkest PASSION that but Reason blinds Then leaue your Chaunce to Fame and Fortunes winds While you your selfe repose blow how they please In HONORS Heau'n or'eruling SOROWES Seas Wherein sits VERTVE throned Crown'd with Stars Aboue black Daies made such by Clouds of Cares There Royall Lady is their soueraigne SEATE That will in al Affronts be Good and Great For nought is Great on Earth but that Great Minde That 's moou'd with nothing great produc'd by KIND But in an Heau'nly calme of Mindes repose Lookes least deiected when it most doth lose Than Mindes are Motes vnlesse they thinke they bee Aboue all State and Fate in their degree VERTVE as Soueraigne roiall Minds still rules But FORTVNE as a Slaue waites most on Fooles This life is but a War-fare 'gainst OFFENCE And either fortune breeds the DIFFERENCE Bee 't Black or Bright its cleare not cleare they are From equall Danger and from equall Care Soft-fortune is a Bog or dauncing Death Where soone the carelesse do ingulph their breath Then must the foote of sober-care go soft Yet swiftly ouer to keepe Life aloft While high CONTENT in what so-euer Chance Makes the braue Minde the Starres out-countenance CONTENT doth feast our Fates which stil is found In Minds by Grace like Heau'n made Great Round What Waue can surge aboue high'st Prouidence In Deluge of Distresse or Eminence What Leaden-Hap can fall from aduerse Fate To sinke the Mind that VERTVE doth Elate If She then CENTER be of our Defence Be roundest Vengence the CIRCVMFERENCE It skills not sith it shall no more annoy Than Hell the Man-god did who there did ioy Than let Fates Snuffes and Puffes as winds of Grace Serene the Heauen of your Maiestick Face From frowning Clouds condens'd by DEATHS despight To reaue faire VERTVES Firmament of light So shall you mount from West of Wo to th' East Of GLORIES Heau'n and Sunn-like light the rest For such strange Members NATVRE neuer bred As lie at ease while Thornes do Crowne their HEAD Entombe your Passions in HIS Passion then To be belou'd of Angells prais'd of Men And with a roiall-smooth-erected front Beare vp the CROSSE and euer looke vpon 't As on the only KEY of Heau'ns fore-gate That opes it maugree Enuy Death and Fate For Fate and Death our Nature doth salute Y'er we can breathe on Blossoms of LIFES Fruite Then if wee flourish afterward it is A grace we merit not but vse amisse We vse amisse or at the best the Best So vse it still as all the interest Comes from the poorenesse of their Spirits with strife So but in Grace deserue the loue of Life Yet Spirits of richest temper are but poore But in their indigence abound with store Of Heau'nly Treasures which the World doth scorn Yet they the brauest Minde do most adorne A braue Spirit is a Particle of HIS That 's Lord of FATE Triumuirate of BLISSE And as a Flame she still by Nature sties Where her ORIGINALL reposed lies Than sacred Maiesty disdaine to vaile Thy height to Nature if shee fall to waile Though weeping with thy Sex doth best agree Yet Teares so drowne the Raies of Maiesty As through those troubled streams when they would peepe They sadly looke like Pris'ners in the deepe But can a Mother good as great forget A SONNE so deere and not pay Natures Debt In Liquid Pearle disbursed by those Eyes Where Maiesty with Loue and Vertue lies O! no She cannot but She still may minde Her Sonne in DEEDE yet put the SHEW behinde Where it may neuer shadow GLORIES sight That in the Streames of Sorrowe sinks her light Now as a foole foole-hardy I haue beene T' incounter thus the Passions of a QVEENE Which commonly are strong as is the state Of those that all but them predominate What is my reach herein Is it to show My Hand or Heart or what a foole may know To pick her Mouth of thanks her Purse of coyne Or praise at least from her so charm'd purloine For Note for Coate for Countenance for ought Like these or none of these or else for nought For none of these it is yet is it not For nought but for Her good I play the Sot To make Her Sorrie merry as I could None other-wise than Grace with Nature would Eu'n for Her selfe wise-folly telling me Eu'n for Her selfe should VERTVE serued be Than if that one of Gods Fooles on his Face Most wise in that may beg and haue the grace Of good acceptance of this seruice he Will foole it thus for nothing till he be Nothing that is not some-thing still to serue A Queene whome Fates did for our weale reserue Whose priuat Wombe hath beene the Fountain-head Whence all the Issues of our Hopes are lead By Graces guidance and by Natures might Still to refresh the Red-rose and the White For that and for thou sweetest Eglantine About the Flow'res of all our Crownes dost twine To keepe them from quite falling as our owne By aduerse Puffs that else might blow them downe We mixt conioyn'd in peace and vnity Enshrine thee in our soules Infinitie Till all good soules shall meete where they shall Rise To Glory in secure FELICITIES Here heauy Muse stoope low thy high ascent And say in deepenesse of the low'st desent Good Queene as it began your STILE defines Blesse with your Beames of grace these graclesse Lines FINIS The Surgeons that embalmed and embowelled him found no Gaule at all in him as it is confidently reported ●say 13. 21. 22. Iob. I●r 20. 7. 8. 9. Regis ad exemplum c.