Epigrams of That most wittie and worthie Epigrammatist Mr Iohn Owen Translated by Iohn Vicars |
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Epig. 102. Vpon the Death of Prince Henry. 1612
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Epig. 102. Vpon the Death of Prince Henry. 1612 .
Dead
is that Prince, whom Dead we may lament,
With Flouds of Teares, till Teares last Drops bee spent,
Our Albions Hope, Glory of Britaines King,
Arts Prop, Warres Piller, Vertues hopefull Spring.
To whom none e're came neere, but his deare Brother,
Saue his sweet Sister, neuer such Another.
A Prince much Honour'd Liuing; Lou'd when Dead,
His Nations Light, Delight, whiles Life Hee led.
Whiles I these things with Teare-swolne eies sigh-out,
From both my Springs Teares gush-forth all about.
Beleeue me (Reader) if what's Griefe thou know,
Sighes stop my Speech; I weepe, Teares ouer-flow.
With Flouds of Teares, till Teares last Drops bee spent,
Our Albions Hope, Glory of Britaines King,
Arts Prop, Warres Piller, Vertues hopefull Spring.
To whom none e're came neere, but his deare Brother,
Saue his sweet Sister, neuer such Another.
His Nations Light, Delight, whiles Life Hee led.
Whiles I these things with Teare-swolne eies sigh-out,
From both my Springs Teares gush-forth all about.
Beleeue me (Reader) if what's Griefe thou know,
Sighes stop my Speech; I weepe, Teares ouer-flow.
His Epitaph.
Heere lyes (dry Eyes, reade not this Epitaph)Kings, Queenes, Prince, Princesse, Peoples hopeful Staffe.
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