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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08184	Expicedium [sic]. A funeral oration, vpon the death of the late deceased Princesse of famous memorye, Elizabeth by the grace of God, Queen of England, France and Ireland. Written: by Infelice Academico Ignoto. Wherunto is added, the true order of her Highnes imperiall funerall.	Niccols, Richard, 1584-1616.	1603 (1603)	STC 18520; ESTC S113213	7,804	22

Greekes were so passionate what should wee bee in the losse of Elizabeth our peace-maker and Princesse whose perfections are entombed in her enemies teares whose losse hath made the mightie weake the prudent diffident the rich suspitions the poore amazed and all sorts hardes Pelopidas vertues were onely the obiects of Greece Elizabeths the wonders of the world he onely a subduer of a Cittie or prouince she the terrour of many kingdomes hee onely wonderfull in an Angle She famous in the worlds fayre Anglia But alas why talke I of death in so diuine a subiect she liues as yet in the hartes of her gratefull subiects because they might not dye with her liuing they keepe her aliue in their louing hartes the memorie of her death in their teares her name in their tongues her wordes in their eares her liuely Image in their lasting imaginations her mightines in her is an admirable miracle where nobilitie in the vitious is a grieuous infamie Heere like a true Ioseph hath she lost this cloake of mortalitie to obtaine an immortall Crowne of glorye and to escape the embracements of the lewde worlde How happily hath she cast off the prison of her mortalitie how happy is she by death that is deliuered frō the troubles of life The enamoured Thisbe to flye from the iawes of a hungrie Lyonesse cast off her vayle that shadowed her shoulders so this beloued of Christ to escape that Lyon of perdition that raging wandreth to seeke whom he may deuour hath disburdened her selfe of her earthly ornamēts hath choakte the rauenous enemie of mankinde by casting her earth in his teeth Happy happy Elizabeth that hath forsaken the Babilon of this world to obtaine her Countrie the heauēly Paradice The Moone as the Philosophers write is ecclipsed by the shadow of the earth and nothing more obscureth the soule then this prison of the bodye Since therfore our Elizabeth hath cast off her earthly vayle to get a heauenly Priuiledge let vs moderate our passions by imagining her felicitie since what she lost was not in her possession to keep and what she hath is a greater purchase then coniecture can apprehend The generous young man Crates forsooke his possessions to buye an heritage in Philosophye Diogines left his Countrie and house Democritus lost his eyes to apprehend knowledge How farre better a match hath our Soueraigne made that for her possessions in earth hath got the Paradice in heauen that for her earthlye prison hath attayned a heauenly mantion that for her eyes that beheld the vanities on earth hath gotten the meanes to beholde the paradice of heauen Plato in his lawe interdicted the vse of lamentation in Funerals neither thought he it requisit to lament publiquelie or conuey the Coarse to his Tombe with teares and sorowfull exclamations because as the Philosophers say teares yeild no remedye in tribulation But had Plato liued to beholde these times and considered the blessings we possessed whilste she liued how carefully she guided the helme of common-weale and faithfully defenced her Countrye from nouations how prouidently she fore-stalled the audacious designes of her enemies how constannly she with-stood her greatest dangers he would doutles haue remitted a great part of his austeritie and saluted her Hearse with some lamentable Elegie There is a Lake as Aristotle reporteth neere vnto the riuer of Eridanus wherin if any Poets fiction may beare credit of faith proud Phaeton being strooken with lightning was finally drowned The water of this Lake is in qualitie hot in odour greeuous fearfull in beholding Heerof no creature drinketh but he dyeth heer-ouer no bird flyeth but he is drowned Of the nature of this riuer is her losse we lament for The proudest enemie that beholdeth it is drowned in confusion The teares that are wept on it blinde the eyes with their scalding The odours that perfume her Hearse are of the nature of vapours drawne vp by the Sun which ascend in fume but desend in shewers He that beholdeth this Hearse how can he choose but feare since ouer it he may meditate on the vncertainties of life what brutish or sauadge nature beholding this sight and feeding his eyes on her Monument but will dye with sorow or what soule houering in the ayre ouer this disconsolate Hearse dissolueth not into teares if exempted soules may be subiect to passions I am amazed and can no more and your iudgements shall require no further discourse at my hands the reason is because others glories may be expressed in words and writings wheras hers cannot be aptly described but in wonder and silence I will therfore supply with my teares what I fayle in my wordes if any aske why I end so abruptlye let the Poet answer who can truly iudge of passion Curae leues loquntur ingentes stupent A true Subiects sorowe for the losse of his late Soueraigne I Ioyne not handes with sorowe for a while To soothe the time or please the hungrie cares Nor do inforce my mercinarie stile No feigned liuerye my Inuention weares Nor do I ground my fabulous discourse On what before hath vsually bene seene My greife doth flowe from a more plentious source From her that dy'd a virgin and a Queene You Cristall Nimphes that haunt the banks of Thames Tune your sad Timbrils in this wofull day And force the swift windes and the sliding streames To stand a while and listen to your Lay. Your fading Temples bound about with vewe At euery step your hands deuoutly wring Let one notes fall anothers height renewe And with compassion your sad Naenia sing Graces and Muses waite vpon her Hearse Three are the first the last the sacred Nine The sad'st of which in a blacke tragique verse Shall sing the Requiem passing to her shrine An Ebon Charriot to support the Beere Drawne with the blacke steedes of the gloomy night Stooping their stiffe Crests with a heauie cheere Stirring compassion in the peoples sight The Pyle prepard where on her body lyes In Cipresse shadowes sit you downe forlorne Whose bowes be dew'd with plenty of your eyes For her with griefe the Branches shall adorne Let fall your eye-lids like the Sunnes cleere set When your pale hands put to the vestall flame And from your brests your sorowes freely let Crying one Beta and Elizas name Vpon the Alter place your Virgin spoyles And one by one with comelinesse bestowe Dianaes buskins and her hunting toyles Her empty quiuer and her stringles bowe Let euery Virgin offer vp a teare The richest Incence nature can alowe And at her tombe for euer yeare by yeare Pay the oblation of a mayden vowe And the tru'st vestall the most sacred liuer That euer harbored an vnspotted spirit Retaine thy vertues and thy name for euer To tell the world thy beautie and thy merrit Wher 's Collin Clout or Rowland now become That wont to leade our Shepheards in a ring Ah me the first pale death hath strooken dombe The latter none incourageth to sing But I vnskilfull a