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The lamentation of Melpomene, for the death of Belphæbe our late Queene With a ioy to England for our blessed King. / By T.W. Gentleman.
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T. W., gentleman.
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1603
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STC 24918; ESTC S111560
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The Lamentation of Melpomene for the death of BELPHAEBE our late Queene With a Ioy to England for our blessed KING By T. W. Gentleman Imprinted at London by W. W. for C. K. at the signe of the Holy Lambe in S. Paules Church-yarde 1603. HE that to please a multitude his studies would imploy A Faggot euen as well may bring to burne bright burning Troy The auncient Poet Persius most wisely say'd I tro Velle fuum cuique est nec voto vinitur vno So diuers is the mindes of men some will haue this some that Some verse some prose some againe wold haue they know not what Therefore I care not who finde fault let who list laugh and scoffe Let him that likes it reed the same he that disliks looke off The Lamentation of MELPOMENE for the death of BELPHAEBE our late Queene O In what vncoth place or gloomie Cell Shall sad Melpomenes tragicke spirit dwell The chearful day torments my chearles hart And euery splendent star woundes like a dart If euer Muse had cause to mourne in deed Now fits the time and now the hart should bleed Now should each member ioyne it selfe in one And make a symphacie of griefe and mone Let coloured Silkes be dy'd to sable blacke A Mourning habite fits each Mourners backe Day change thy selfe to euerlasting Night Sunne Moone and Starres forgoe your glitt'ring light Dissolue you Mountaines and you durate Rockes Lament you Shepheards and your tender Flockes Let Teares distill in such a bundant wise That like the Ocean billowes they may rise Caos not Cosmos let the World be cleaped Let woe on woe and care on care be heaped For loe the Lampe that whilome burnt so cleare Is quite extinct and darknesse doth appeare A glorious Lampe a goodly Light it was Which whil'st it burnt all other did surpasse No place so farre remote but day and night It was illuminated with this Light Whilome it was the chiefest light alone Of England Fraunce Ireland and Calydone Few Lampes like this yea few or none at all Are worthy of the like memoriall The chast Belphaebe is of life depriu'de Merrour of Chastetie when shee suruiu'de Shee like a Rose mong'st many weedes was placed They grace'd by her and shee by them disgraced Therefore the Fates suppos'd the earth too bace To succour one of such immortall race And for a plague to men sent meager Death To take away her sweete Ambrosian breath What hart so hardie if it mortall beene But will lament the death of such a Queene Which like a Goddesse not an earthly creature Appeared both in hauiour and in feature Prudence and Constancie possest her minde A rare memoriall for all women-kinde No vertuous lore ne well beseeming graces But liu'd in her each in their seuerall places The Fates had chosen her Earths Soueraigne And by the Fates Earth hath her lost againe After long darknesse on the earth came light And now againe ensewes eternall night Dianas sister Lady of the day From earth to heauen hath tane herspeedy way Second to none in Wisedome sure was shee The Queene she was of true feminitie Well could I wish if Destenies thought good Her habitation on Parnassus stood And that from Ioues great Court she were accited And with my sisters in pure zeale vnited Neuer till now did griefe my hart surpresse And now t is cloy'd with too much heauinesse I must resigne my place I cannot chuse And beare no more the name of Tragicke Muse For I am Metamorphised with griefe Griefe without end and endlesse to reliefe If Heauen or Hell do harbour any soule Whose hart is made of such a sencelesse moule That Death and Hell that God or cruell Fate Cannot with true compassion annimate Let him possesse my place vpon the Hill For I le resigne it with a right goodwill I le trauerse through the world in Pilgrimage And vnder-take Belphaebes Patronage I le massecar my selfe lament and mone Whil'st there remaines no day to tell but one In the remotest place from any wight Where neither Sunne nor Moone do lend their light There will I make a close-light shadowing Cell And till Times date be out I there will dwell Dreaming on horrors gastly sightes and feares Sadde thoughtes and I will liue espoused Spheares I le teach the Screechowle and the hissing Snake To beare a burden to the mone I make I le learne the Syluaine Birdes to hand their winges When once my melancholie Organt singes Sadde Canticles of her immortall prayse Who lyuing blest the world with golden dayes Both Peace and Iustice flourish'd in her age Such was her foresight such her counsaile sage If Vertue Learning Manners Beautie Witte Immortall fame to mortall creatures gitte Thrice happie shee for these in her remainde As in her course of life was well explainde Morata should her surname be by right For shee with manners was most richly dight Her body was a Temple where did raigne The true tipes of a vertuous Soueraigne Shee vtterly detested Romaine Lawes The Popish Relickes and the olde Priestes Sawes The Trueth she honour'd with vntaunted minde And with Trueths girdle did her Loynes combinde Worthy she was to liue Sibillas dayes Her worth did equallize Sibillas prayse Had the three Sisters which the life doth guide Not mans felicitie so much enui'de Yea and against the Gods appoyntment toe Attempt the thing they wisht them not to doe Loe such preheminence hath Destenies To do what so they list though Ioue denies See how the labouring Ant begins to droope See how the loftie headed Stagge doth stoope The Grasse doth wither and the Fieldes waxe baire The Birdes leaue singing and Detest the aire And to the rockie clystes with speed do flie And fraught with anguish do despaire and die Salt teares distill from all good Subiectes faces Which on their cheekes make goodly milke-white traces Sables is common and in estimation He that wantes Sables is not in the fashion Why these are sights well fitting my sad spirit Now shall my hart his long wisht ease inherit When euery creature doth conioyne in one Belphaebes parture from the world to mone Shee is departed dead and gone long since And hath in Heauen a place of recidence From Earth she came and thither's gone againe In Heauen she is and there shall still remaine O Virgin chast O Phenix of thy kind Which being gone leaues not thy like behind O Lampe of light O Starre celestiall Thy matchlesse beautie was Angelicall With thee did die the worldes felicitie With thee decay'd all antique dignitie She is captiued in an endlesse Chaine No hope of future comfort doth remaine In her lay all mens hope and loue she dead All hope and fauour is for euer fled She was mens ioy in her they onely ioy'd By her departure they are much anoy'd Thus hope and fauour ioy yea euery blisse Since her miscariage euer fair'd amisse Let men and women breake their hartes with grones Let Babes and Children spend the
time in mones Let sorrows soppes mixt with a bitter gall Suffize the hunger of both great and small Let teares distill and straine their tender partes Let griefe be Nector to reioyce their hartes No man suruiue that hath no teares to spende He that doth weepe vntil his teares haue ende Vnto the lowest earth let him take way And borrow teares of wofull Hecuba Which many Pooles hath caus'd to flow with teares Since her last date of twise three hundred yeeres Awake you Feendes whose nature is to sleepe Awake I say and straine your selues to weepe Somnus arise deaths messenger awake And to some mournefull taske your selues betake The time commaundes and time must be respected Time cannot be recal'd that is neglected You that haue all this while slept in a traunce Enwrapped in a cloude of ignoraunce Hap'ly may thinke that causelesse I lament And euery teare I shed is vainely spent But know the cause Eearthes soueraigne Queene is dead Dead sure she is imbalm'd and wrapt in Lead For this cause sorrow and lament with mee Follow you after I le chiefe mourner be My harts condolement shall excell you all For it is made of Lyuer more then Gall. Why now you are compassionate I see I weepe before you after seconde mee And now you sight your colours come and go A certaine figure of your inwarde woe Now poaste againe to Plutos regiment Vnfold to him this sodaine accident Go Messenger of death and Somnus Goe Be you the messengers of pale fac'd woe Let teares hereafter be your choycest drinke With teares fill all your Riuers to the brinke Let Heauen and Hell for euer mourne I say Night be there euer neuer be there day Continue thus vntill the Fates relent And she from whence she came aliue be sent Mount winged Fame and furrow through the aire Make Heauen resound with echoes of dispaire Proclayme sadde tydinges of this lucklesse chaunce And with thy Trumpe awake dull ignoraunce Sound loude for he is deafe and nothing knowes He neuer greeues nor pines at anyes woes He sets and neither stirres nor speakes whole dayes He answeres none nor mindes what any sayes Not farre from Lethe this aged Sire doth dwell This Lethe a spacious Riuer is in Hell Whose nature is to dull the Memorie Of those that drinke thereof or dwelleth bie Fame spread thy winges in Heauen in Earth in Hell To euery mister wite her downefall tell Come Sorrow come and helpe me to lament My fainting spirits now are almost spent My speech begins to fayle my limbes waxe faint Ere I ascend the top of my complaint Then heere I le stay in this darke vale I le rest And in dum shewes my griefe shall be exprest Die hart with sorrow and eternall paine Vnlesse Belphaebe do reuiue againe Now whil'st Melpomene lay in a sound Dewing with teares melancholy ground His absence was deplor'd on Parnass hill Teares did from euery Muses eyes distill Some in a furie rent their golden lockes Some hang'd the head some stampt the brest sōe knocks Some inly sigth and others wrong their handes To shew their state wherein their sorrow standes At length in secret Synod they decreed To sende Terpsicore abroad with speed To search remote and melancholy nookes Which his sad humour with contentment brookes Much ground he trauerst ouer hill and daile T was long eare aught his trauaile did auaile Still as he went vpon his Harpe he playde By which Melpomene was much dismayde When as the sound did to his hearing flie For grieued mindes do Musicke quite defie At last directed by the powers Diuine He saw whereas the wandring Muse did pine Goodly he louted and soone him bespake That to Parnassus he would iourney make To take possession of his long voyde place And liue among'st the rest of heauenly race Melpomene to him made no reply But like a sencelesse stone vpon the ground did lie Terpsicore with speed flew backe againe And tolde the Muses of their brothers paine Which he left speechlesse on the frigorous ground Either quite dead or in a deadly sound With that the Muses much amazed flies Vnto the dwelling of the Destenies To know their brothers sodaine cause of griefe And whether they would send his woes reliefe The Fates recomforted their grieued hartes And bade them neuer dread Deaths sharpe poynt dartes Tolde them at large the cause of his lament And how to giue his griefe a suddaine vent Soone they tooke leaue and to the place did flie Where the sadde Muse lay wrapt in miserie They rubde his temples lifted vp his head In his pale face pale death was figured At length some sparkes of life in him appeard Which all their late dead hartes reuiu'd and chear'd With chearefull words they chear'd him and him prayde No more to grieue no more to be dismayde The Fates quoth they in priuate so decreed That she for whom thou weep'st by death should bleed And they which by deaths cruell hand are slaine Nor sigthes norsingulfes can reduce againe And know the Fates haue seated in her place Though not a Woman yet of heauenly race A goodly KING to be earthes Soueraigne Which Iustice Peace and Vertue will maintaine Then ioy a new recall thy wonted rest The Fates were kinde that thee from death hath blest These wordes his woe did somewhat mittigate And he assum'd againe his former state With winges of ioy they furrowed through the skie And soone ariued at Parnassus hie Where now each Muse enioyes his hartes content Spending the time in wanton meriment Thankes be to those auspicious powers aboue That hath established this concordant loue FINIS Mors septra ligonibus equat