The Flovver of Fame Containing the bright Renowne, & moste fortunate raigne of King Henry the viii. Wherein is mentioned of matters, by the rest of our Chronographers ouerpassed. Compyled by Ulpian Fulwell. Hereunto is annexed (by the Author) a short treatice of iii. noble and vertuous Queenes. And a discourse of the worthie seruice that was done at Hadington in Scotlande, the seconde yere of the raigne of King Edward the sixt |
 |
An Epitaph of the deathe of the moste valyant and renowmed Prince King Henry the eyghth.
|
 | The Flovver of Fame |  |
37
An Epitaph of the deathe of the moste valyant and renowmed Prince King Henry the eyghth.
Awake ye worthies nyne,that long in graues haue rest:
Powre out your plaints with wayling teares
Let langor be your geast.
Do off your shrowding sheetes,
that clads you in the claye,
and decke your selues with black attyre,
your mourning to displaye.
Bedewe with saltie teares
your manly faces stowte:
Laye downe those weapons that were wont
to quell the raging rowte.
For nowe that pierlesse Prince
that neuer yet tooke foyle:
The eyghth king Henry hath resynde
his bodye to the soyle.
Recorde your dolefull tunes,
ye noble Peeres eche one.
Let gryping greefes gnawe on your breastes
to shewe your pensiue moane.
With bryndie blubbered teares,
ye commons all lament:
Sende forth your sobbes from boyling breast,
let trynkling teares be spent.
hath left vs in the fielde:
That wonted was with valiant force
from foes our lyues to shylde.
And this hath death deuysde
to wrecke his wrathfull spyght:
wherefore (O Mors) wee curses yelde
on thee both daye and nyght.
Oh noble Brutus lande,
howe much was death thy foe:
when he with cruell darte constraynde
this Gemme from thee to goe.
But though the cursed dame
that cuttes the fatall lyne:
So muche enuyed thy happie state
in making him declyne:
Yet God through mercy great
in spyght of death his darte
Hath left a Blossome of his braunche
to ease thy pensiue smarte.
For whome now let vs praye,
that shee the race may runne
of Nestors yeres, with like successe
as yet her grace hath done.
And that his royall Impe
Elizabeth by name:
May weare the Crowne and wielde the sworde
with ioye and endlesse fame.
Whose lyfe doth render lyght
vnto her fathers fame:
38
the stocke from whence shee came.
Though death hath done his woorst
with drift of dyrefull darte:
By stryking of that valyant king
and piercing of his harte:
Yet hath he not the powre
his fame to ouercast:
which shall remaine in mouth of man
whyle Pen and ynke doth last.
And eke the shyning Sunne
shall cease his running race
before king Henries worthie fame
shall suffer one deface.
And as his soule is lodgde
with Ioue in starrie Skye:
Euen so remembraunce of his name
on earth shall neuer dye.
| The Flovver of Fame | |