The mvses-teares for the losse of their hope heroick and nere-too-mvch praised Henry, Prince of Wales, &c. Together with times sobs for the vntimely death of his glory in that his Darling: and, lastly, his Epitaphs. Consecrated to the high and mighty Prince, Frederick the fift, Count palatine of Rhoyn. &c. Where vnto is added, Consolatory Straines to wrest Natvre from her bent in immoderate mourning; most loyally, and humbly wisht to the King and Qveenes most excellent maiesties. By Iohn Davies of Hereford |
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SOBS FOR THE LOSSE of the most Heroick Prince HENRY. |
 | The mvses-teares for the losse of their hope |  |
SOBS FOR THE LOSSE of the most Heroick Prince HENRY.
Nonfrustranascitur, qui bene moritur.
Now; all we see, of worth, go all in blacke,
For Him whose worth all times shall loue and lack.
The hopefull'st heire apparant to a CROWNE,
That Grace could giue, yet, call the guift hir owne.
Some, waile the losse of priuat friends till death;
Then when so many clos'd were in his Breath,
How should that some, (nay all) his losse deplore?
That Sorrowes-Sea, no bottom hath, nor Shoare!
All praise is shut in Bounds, saue that of ONE
Who nere is lost, but of the lost alone:
But none that's lost in shew, not deede, or name,
Could e'rne more praise than this tru Soule of FAME!
Hee's gon; but, going, left such light behinde
As doth the Moone ecclipse, the Sunne so blind
With splendor, that the light they yeeld vs now,
Is farre lesse good in deede, lesse great in show!
The Heau'ns, that lent him, are growne poore; or wee
Deserue no trust, (sith we bad detters be)
To take him ere the time by Nature set,
Yet, for short intrest, keepe vs still in debt!
Celestiall Sprits, are yee so greedy growne
So soone to giue and take (from vs) your owne?
A Head so good to Members al so bad?
Say, we were Marchants that nere kept our day,
Or (at the best) but pray when we should pay:
Or (yet if better, when no faith wee keepe)
Fall on our knees, and for grace sigh and weepe:
Yet sith yee swim in all celestiall STORE
Yee might a while haue borne with Spirits so poore!
But were we poore in spirit, we had beene rich
In your account: but O we are not such!
Our Pride (that makes vs beggers eu'ry way)
Make yee mistrust our faith (too poore to pay.)
Well; it is ill with vs (poore Soules, profane)
And worse, (much worse) for that which you haue tane.
Yea, (which is worst) will neuer lend Him more:
O Spirit (Celestiall Spirits, which we adore)
For-beare the rest we owe, to grace incline;
Trust vs vpon a pawne of Angells wine,
Which from the heauy Vessells of our eyes
Shall runne till you shall say It doth suffice!
And Lord of Hoastes (their Lord and ours) beseige
Our Hearts with feare till Loue doth giue this Pledge.
And so dispose the goods we haue of thine,
(In and Without vs) as we may resigne
All to thy praise; that (though in debt we stand)
Thou maist supply our wants still, on our Band!
On which, we humbly pray thee lend vs health,
And Heads and Hands t'vphold the Common-wealth
Of our owne Stocke: or, if in future-time,
(As heretofore) some stranger vp do climbe
On Ladder of our Branches to our CROWNE
He may be such as nere may put vs downe!
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