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A03017	The funerals of the high and mighty Prince Henry, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earle of Carick, and late Knight of the most noble Order of the Garter 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.		1613 (1613)	STC 13157; ESTC S103976	16,990	50

all present State Nor dreams what Fortune is or future Fate At whome with fingers and with fixed eyes All Kingdomes Point and Looke and Sacrifice Could be content to giue him Templ●s rayse To his Expectance and Vnbounded Praise His Now-rip S●irits and Valor doth de●pise Sicknesse and Sword that giue our Godheads Prise His worth contracts the worlds in his sole Hope Religion Vertue Conquest haue no scope But his Indowments At him at him flie More swift and timelesse more the Deitie His Sommer Winter with the jellid flakes His pure Life poyson sting out with thy Snakes This is a worke will Fame thy Maidenhead R●am durst nolōger indure her beeing stirred into furie With this her speach and she together fledde Nor durst she more endure her dreadfull eyes Who stung with goads her roaring Lyons thyes And brandisht round about her Snak-curld head blew With her left hand the Torch it managed The starry Euening describ'd by V●lcans setting to worke at that time The Night being ever chie●esly cou●ecrate to the Works of the Gods and out of this Deities fires the Starres are supposd to flye as sparkles of them And now Heavens Smith kindl'd his Forge And through the round Pole thick the sparkls flew When great Prince Henrie the delight of fame Darkn'd the Pallace of his Fathers Name And hid his white lyms in his downie Bed Then Heaven wept falling Stars that summoned With soft and silent Motion sleepe to breath On his bright Temples th' Ominous forme of death Which now the cruel Goddes did permit That she might enter so her Mayden fit When the good Angell his kind Guardian Her withet'd foot saw neare this spring of Man He shrik't and said what what are thy rude ends The good Angell of the Pr●uce to the Fever as shee approach● Cannot in him alone all vertues friends Melted into his all-vpholding Nerus For whose Assistance euery Deity serues Mooue thee to proue thy Godhead bles●ing him With long long life whose light extinckt wil dim All heavenly graces all this moou'd her nought But on in his all our rujnes wrought She toucht the Thresholds and the thresholds shooke The dore-posts Palenes pierst with her faint look The dores brake open and the fatall Bed Rudely sh'aproacht thus her fell mouth said Henrie why tak'st thou thus thy rest secure Feuer to the prince who is thougght by ● friend of mine to speake too mildly not being satis compos m●tis P●rtu● in this Her counsell or perswasiō shewing onlie how the Prince was perswaded resolu'd in his deadlyest sufferāce of her which shee is made to speake in spight of her selfe since he at her worst was so sacredly resolu●e Nought doubting what Fortune fates assure Thou neuer yet felt'st my red right hands maims That I co thee and fate to me proclaimes Thy fa●e stands jdle spinns no more thy thread Die thou must great Prince sigh not beare thy head In all things free even with necessity If sweet it be to liue t is sweet to dye This said shee shooke at him her Torch and cast A fire in him that all his breast embrac't Then darting through his heart a deadly cold And as much venome as his vaines could holdj Death Death O Death inserting thrusting in Shut his faire eyes and op't our vglie sinne This seene resolu'd on by her selfe and fate Was there a sight so pale and desperate Euer before seene in a thrust-through State The poore Verginian miserable say●e Descriptiō of the tempest ●●at cast Sir ●●b Ca●es on the B●●muda the st●te of his Ship and Men to this Kingdomes Plight applyed in the Princes death A long-long-Night-turnd-Day that liu'd in Hell Neuer so portrayd where the Billowes stroue Blackt like so many Devils which should proue The damned Victor all their furies heighting Their Drum the thunder their Colours lightning Both souldiers in the battel one contēding To drown the waues in Noyse the other spēding His Hel-hot sulphurous flames to drink thē dry When heaven was lost when not a teare wrackt eye Could tell in all that dead time if they were Sincking or sayling till a quickning cleere Gaue light to saue them by the ruth of Rocks At the Bermudas where the tearing shocks And all the Miseries before more felt Then here halfe told All All this did not melt Those desperate few still dying more in teares Then this Death all men to the Marrow weares All that are Men the rest those drudging Beasts That onely beare of Men the Coates and Crests And for their Slaue sick that can earne thē pence More mourne O Monsters thē for such a Prince Whose soules do ebbe flow still with their gain Whō nothing moues but pe●f their own pain Let such great Heauen be onely borne to beare All that can follow this meere Massacre Lost is our poore Prince all his sad jndure●s The busie Art of those that should be Curers The sacred vowes made by the zealous King His God-like Syre his often visiting Nor thy graue prayers and presence holy Man The Archbishop of C●● 〈◊〉 passing pyous in care of the Princ● S. E de P●●l l●ps Master of the Rols and the Princes Chancelo● a chiese sorrower for h●m This Realme thrice Reverend Metropolitan That was the worthy Father to his soule Th'jnsulting Feuer could one fit controule Nor let me here forget on farre and neare And in his lifes loue Passing deepe and deare That doth his sacred Memorie adore Virtues true favtor his graue Chancellor Whose worth in all workes should a Place enioie Where his fit Fame ●er Trumpet shall jmploie Whose Cares and Prayers were euer vsde to ease His feu●rous Warre send him health full peace Yet sicke our Prince is still who though the steps Of bitter Death he saw bring in by heaps Clouds to his Luster and poore rest of light And felt his last Day suffering lasting Night His true-bred-braue soule shrunck yet at no part Downe kept he all sighs with his powers al-Hart The prince heroical his bearing his sicknes at the Kings comming to see him careful not to discomfort him The Twelfth day after 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to ●ee ●●cke his sicknes was held 〈◊〉 Cler'd euen his dying browes and in an Eye Manly dissembling hid his Misery And all to spare the Royall heat so spent In his sad Father fearefull of th' event And now did Phoebus with his Twelfth Lampe show The world his haples light and in his Brow A Torch of Pitch stuck lighting halfe t'half skies When life 's last error prest the broken eyes Of this heart-breaking Prince his forc't look fled Fled was all Colour from his cheekes yet fed His spirit his sight with dying now he cast On his kind King and Father on whome fast He fixt his fading beames and with his view A little did their empty Orbs renew His Mind saw him come frō the deeps of Death The prince dying to ●he