Pandora The Musyque of the beautie of his Mistresse Diana. Composed by John Soowthern ... and dedicated to the right Honorable, Edward Deuer, Earle of Oxenford, &c |
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Foure Epytaphes,
made by the Countes of Oxenford, after the death of her young Sonne, the Lord Bulbecke, &c.
[Had with moorning the Gods, left their willes vndon]
Had with moorning the Gods, left their willes vndon,They had not so soone herited such a soule:
Or if the mouth, tyme dyd not glotton vp all.
Nor I, nor the world, were depriu'd of my Sonne,
Whose brest Venus, with a face dolefull and milde,
Dooth washe with golden teares, inueying the skies:
And when the water of the Goddesses eyes,
Makes almost aliue, the Marble, of my Childe:
One byds her leaue styll, her dollor so extreme,
Telling her it is not, her young sonne Papheme,
To which she makes aunswer with a voice inflamed,
(Feeling therewith her venime, to be more bitter)
As I was of Cupid, euen so of it mother:
“And a womans last chylde, is the most beloued.
An other.
[In dolefull wayes I spend the wealth of my time]
In dolefull wayes I spend the wealth of my time:Feeding on my heart, that euer comes agen.
Since the ordinaunce, of the Destin's, hath ben,
To end of the Saissons, of my yeeres the prime.
With my Sōne, my Gold, my Nightingale, and Rose,
Is gone: for t'was in him and no other where:
And well though mine eies run downe like fountaines here,
The stone wil not speak yet, that doth it inclose.
And Destins, and Gods, you might rather haue tanne,
My twentie yeeres: then the two daies of my sonne.
That in his respect, it can yeeld me but mosse:
Or what should I consume any more in woe,
When Destins, Gods, and worlds, are all in my losse.
An other.
[The heuens, death, and life? haue coniured my yll]
The heuens, death, and life? haue coniured my yll:For death hath take away the breath of my sonne:
The heuens receue, and consent, that he hath donne:
And my life dooth keepe mee heere against my will.
But if our life be caus'de with moisture and heate.
I care neither for the death, the life, nor skyes:
For I'll sigh him warmth, and weat him with my eies:
(And thus I shall be thought a second Promët)
And as for life, let it doo me all despite:
For if it leaue me, I shall goe to my childe:
And it in the heuens, there is all my delyght.
And if I liue, my vertue is immortall.
“So that the heuens, death and life, when they doo all
“Their force: by sorrowfull vertue th'are beguild.
An other.
[Idall, for Adon, neu'r shed so many teares]
Idall, for Adon, neu'r shed so many teares:Nor Thet', for Pelid: nor Phœbus, for Hyacinthus:
Nor for Atis, the mother of Prophetesses:
As for the death of Bulbecke, the Gods haue cares.
At the brute of it, the Aphroditan Queene,
Caused more siluer to distyll fro her eyes:
Then when the droppes of her cheekes raysed Daisyes:
And to die with him, mortall, she would haue beene.
The Charits, for it breake their Peruqs, of golde:
The Muses, and the Nymphes of Caues: I beholde:
On Laches, Clothon, and Atropos to plaine.
And yet beautie, for it dooth make no complaint:
For it liu'de with him, and died with him againe.
Others of the fowre last lynes, of other that she made also.
My Sonne is gone? and with it, death end my sorrow,But death makes mee aunswere? Madame, cease these mones:
My force is but on bodies of blood and bones:
And that of yours, is no more now, but a shadow.
Another.
[Amphiôns wife was turned to a rocke. O]
Amphiôns wife was turned to a rocke. OHow well I had beene, had I had such aduenture,
For then I might againe haue beene the Sepulcure,
Of him that I bare in mee, so long ago.
FINIS.
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