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A68193	The plurisie of sorrovv, let blood in the eye-veine: or, The Muses teares for the death of our late soueraigne, Iames King of England, &c. By Will. Hogson Mag: in Art: Cantab	Hodson, William, fl. 1625-1640.	1625 (1625)	STC 13555.3; ESTC S104117	3,026	31

MY free-borne Muse no Patronage doth begge Nor doth shee seeke to temper hand and legge To please some Great-one what shee here doth write Not flattry but affection doth indite W. H. IACOBVS DEI GRATIA MAGNA BRITANNIAE FRANCIAE ET HIBERNIAE REX etc Cernere magnanimum REGIS caput osque requiris Magnanimum REGIS cernere pictus amas Tale caput simul os et pectus tale ministras Ipse IACOBE Tibi REX gravis amplus opas THE PLVRISIE OF SORROVV LET BLOOD IN THE EYE-VEINE OR The Muses teares for the Death of our late Soueraigne IAMES King of England c. By WILL. HODOSON Mag in Art Cantab. LONDON 〈…〉 and are to be sold at the ●…nd in Paules Church-yard 1●●5 〈…〉 Thanks to the Chemist 〈…〉 〈…〉 THE PLVRISIE OF SORROVV LET BLOOD IN THE EYE-VAINE OR The Muses teares for the death of our late Soueraigne IAMES c. LOue makes a Poet and the sweetest Straine Fals like the Dew from a disclouded Braine Vpon the two-topt Mountaine none doth sing But whom the Paphian Dame doth thither bring How many a Lad touch'd but with Cupids Fiers Mounted aboue his wonted thoughts aspires In a Hand-Language complementall French To court and sport and dally with his Wench Hath Loue this Power and cannot Sorrow lend A voyce vnto her Sighes cannot Shee send Abroad hir Cares in aiery Garments drest And speak the Thoughts that house within hir brest No though her eares be ope her eies doe see Wordes to interpret Teares still wanting bee Plebeian-Greifes they be that make their tongues Embassadors while Great-Ones When pious Princes die when Great-men fall As fast as Fruit in Autumne when the tall Cedars of kingdomes shaken are by death When the too-enuious Fates doe stop the Breath Of Maiesty how can our Ile but flow And circled be with brinish Waues of Woo As when the prety little Maister dyes That raignes as Soueraigne o're the Hony-Flies The Subiects from the waxen Tents doe beare His tender Corps imbalm'd in many a Teare And when at Hibla Flora's choyce and prime Garden of Pleasure in a Bed of thime They doe intomb him from their watry Eies They drop downe Teares and buzz forth Elegies Thus are the Sonnes of Europes cheifest Queene Peace-blessed Albions Children to bee seene One with a Ground-fixt look doth mask his face Another with a solemne-funerall Pace Walkes to his Kings deceased-royall vrne And melts to Teares spying his Marble mourne He through the Ayre doth seeke to spread his greife And weepes his Epicedium in a Breife But passage is deni'd to 's funerall song Througth ' corrall Gates which doe iniayle the toung One which hath slept vpon the Laureat Hill And many an Heros with his nimble quill Hath canoniz'd already now doth think To lymne his muses saddest Thought with ink But his Lamp-smelling Labor 's all in vaine For what Loue dictates greife blot's out againe When such a black and kingdome-couering Hand Like an Aegyptian Cloud orespreads a Land When kings are lodg'd in clay vpon their Herse Each Poetaster blubburs forth a verse And as the losse is Epidemicall So should the Mourners be in generall From the rich Purple-clad to th' meanest Swayne Whom but a coate of thatch doth house from rayne Me thinkes each riuer betwixt Rhene and Thames Meets to condole the death of Royall IAMES And tenant streamlings from their humid caues Are summon'd to attend their Lordly waues While that the Trident-bearers scaly Traine Downe from their pearly Eye-globes teares do raine How could I comment many tedious houres Vpon those Texts those blacke and dismall showres Which from the Cristall casements oft doe spin While Vesta opes her lap to lodge them in My thoughts thus glosse on 't Earth and heauen beares Their parts both in our sorrowes and our teares As often as I walke vnto * that place O how I gaze my Caesar in that face O how my rauisht soule doth reuerence In that same curious worke Art's Excellence Wonder it is such colours should grace Death Pitty it is such Beauty should want breath And here our humble Muse from Court departs Vnto her Cambridge the rich Mine of Arts And from the Pallace vnto Pallas bowers Where springs a lasting Aprill of choyce flowers When first this learning-Louer came to see His Gowned Subiects in his Royalty Whose Presence was more glorious to behold Than Ioue descending in a Shower of Gold To Danae wee as in open Book Might read contentment written in his Look So deere our Nurse was to him that 's Desire Like to a glasse-house kept continuall Fire Of loue to her that neuer age could show Such an Arts-Maister that did grace her so If in his life such Honour hee Thee gaue Let him not passe vnto the silent Graue Without a Monument vpon his Tombe Fix thou this Epitaph which from the doome Of Enuy and Obliuion shall bee free And still suruiue vntill there cease to be Sand in the Glasse of Time PEace on the Day of Rest to Rest did bring This great Kings Scholler and the schollars King On the learned and Pious workes of King IAMES Authorem commendat opus IF bookes the children of the Braine be nam'd Whose paper-tongues may speak their fathers worth Then by no Graecian Bard needs He be fam'd But his owne Issue may his praise set forth Whose loftie lines haue in a curious loome To his owne glory rear'd an honoured tombe Yet little Osiars gaze on mightie Woods Yet little shrubs sit at the Cedars roote Yet little Caskets view our richest goods Yet little vallies lye atth ' Mountaines foote Then our earth-groueling Muse may well aspire To reade his learned Workes and so admire ILLVSTRISSIMO REGI FAELIX FAVSTVMQVE DIADEMA PRECATVR 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 GReat King whose eie speaks common loue to all In whom our greife hath found a buriall Thou rising Sun of our declining State Whose Lustre makes thee England fortunate When as thy Royall Father full of Howers Yielded to Natures Peace his vitall Powers Thou the Prime Top-branch of that noble Stem Wert fitly ripened for a Diadem Far be 't from mee dread Soueraign to set forth Or in some oyly Colours paynt thy worth For what I write Heauen knowes is all so true That what seemes Flatt ry is most true in you But most I feare least that my mudling Muse Like an ill Painter that doth onely vse To Folks of his owne Rank to giue Delight O draw some rude and vulgar-pleasing sight With vnskill'd pencill being neuer able To counterfeit ought in Apelles Table May wrong her selfe while that shee dares to sing In her harsh notes the prayses of a king who 'll vndertake so great a Task who can But a true Poet but a Buchanan Yet where wee cannot praise sufficiently wee 'll pray and our vnited Pray'rs on high Send vp to heau'ns-Starchamber for to bring Myriades of blessings on our Royall king May louely Peace her siluer Feathers prune Vnder thy oliue scepter may shee tune Such Notes as may be found among the Peeres That Harmony which the wel-ordered Spheares Yf wee beleeue Pythagoras doe keepe May thy good deedes cast in eternall sleepe Foule-mouth'd destruction and still strike her dumbe When nigh the Pallace-gates shee dare to come And to sum vp an lliade in a Shell Thy happy raigne may future ages tell The New Coines Gold Fine 30. s. Amor ciuium Regis Praesidium   15. s.   10. s. Crowne 20. s. Florent concordia Regna   10. s.     15. s. Cultores sui deus protegit Siluer 5. s. Christo auspice regno 1. s. 6. d. 2. d. Iustitia thronum firmat 1. d. Distichs on the Coines Ad mei Coaetaneum famae spem Angliae famam Serenissimum Regem Carolum PArdon dread Soueraigne that I dare to Print And stamp thy praises in a new found Mint Nor doe I clip nor counterfeit herein If ought's amisse make it a veniall sin Amor ciuium Regis Praesidium SAfetie attends on Loue this is the Ring Which weds the Citizens vnto the King Florent concordia Regna COncord's the Iemme the breath the euery thing Which makes our Kingdome flourish our King Cultores sui Deus Protegit HE that glorifies his God in Loue Shall glorified be by Him aboue Christo auspice regno HE that begins his Raigne with Christ on earth Shall raigne in Heauen at his second birth Iustitia Thronum firmat THe prop of Thrones is Iustice in her hand She holds the Ball and Scepter of our Land FINIS * Ingentes stupent * The Master Bee Denmarke House * Sabbath * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 * Plenus ditrum * Maturus Regno