The Period of Mourning Disposed into sixe Visions. In Memorie of the late Prince. Together with Nuptiall Hymnes, in Honour of this Happy Marriage betweene the Great Princes, Frederick Count Palatine of the Rhene, and The Most Excellent, and Aboundant President of all Virtve and Goodnes Elizabeth onely Daughter to our Soueraigne, his Maiestie. Also the manner of the Solemnization of the Marriage at White-Hall, on the 14 of February; being Sunday, and St. Valentines day. By Henry Peacham |
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An Elegiacke EPITAPH vpon the vntimely death of the hopefull Prince HENRIE, &c.
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An Elegiacke EPITAPH vpon the vntimely death of the hopefull Prince HENRIE, &c.
VVritten by the Author, at the time of his Death.
VVho ere thou art that passest by,And canst not read for weeping eye
Our interrupted Lines, or speake
For sighes, that swollen hart would breake;
Imagine Heauens and Earth reply,
Our Hopes are fal'n, and here they lye:
For Griefe her selfe is stricken dumbe,
To see this worthiest worthies toombe,
And Earth to hide from mortall sight
The worlds sole wonder and delight,
The richest lemme ere Nature wrought
For prizeles forme, of purest thought,
For chast desire, for Churches zeale,
For care and loue of common weale;
For manly shape, for actiue might,
For Courage and Heroique sprit,
For Loue of Armes and Heauenly Arts,
For Bounty toward all best deserts:
That euen by Teares of yet vnborne,
For liuing we, though deadly shot,
Stand at the gaze but feele it not.
Oh neuer land had such a losse
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But certaine soule thou art but gone;
To thy new coronation,
Thy presence Heauen, thy state a Throne
Thy Carpet Starres, to tread vpon,
Full glory for a Crowne of gold,
Out shining this accursed mold.
For awfull Scepter, or thy Rod
A palme; thy friends, the Saints of God:
VVhen Parasite, nor Spangled groome,
VVith Courtiers vaine accloy thy roome,
VVhere Sisters, friends, thy comming greete,
VVith Himnes and Hallelu iahs sweet.
That from the height of blisse aloft
Thou view'st me thinkes our Mansion oft:
Braue Hampton checking Heauen with state;
Or Richmond, thy belou'd of late,
And bidst Adiew these heapes of clay,
Cares restles roomes, Innes for a day.
Oh that the Heauens deny it me,
Here loathing life, to follow thee!
But till my death I weare my dayes
In Zealous teares, and in thy praise,
Since I may neuer line to see
A Prince, or Henrie, like to thee.
FINIS.
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