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| HENRIE THE GREAT (The Fourth of that Name)
LATE King of France and Navarr:
HIS Tropheis and Tragedie.
Written in French By Piere Mathiev. |
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1076
HENRIE THE GREAT (The Fourth of that Name) LATE King of France and Navarr: HIS Tropheis and Tragedie. Written in French By Piere Mathiev.
To the Right Honorable William Cecill, Earle of Salisbury.
Besides the Bonds which did most Vowes engageTo your deere Elders; and besides the Due
Which to your Selfe might iustly thence accrew;
Th'apparant Vertues of our April-age,
Challeng'd of right This Poëms Patronage:
The rather, sith wee first receiu'd from you,
The speedy Notice (no lesse quick than true)
Of Henry's Death, through Hells dis-chained Rage.
You saw this Sunne, at his High-Noone shine Set
In suddaine Clowd of his owne Royall Bloud.
O Horrid Hap! Who euer can forget
Such Fate such Hate; of one so Great, so Good:
O! Iust Revenge, root out th'Ignatian Pack,
The Moules that moou'd in Faux and Rauaillac.
Iosvah Sylvester.
1077
THE TROPHEIS OF THE VERTVES AND Fortune of Henrie the Great.
Since first Apollo lent the World his light,
And Earth empregned with his heatfull might,
Europ hath seene no Potentate, no Prince,
To Parallel Great Henry's excellence.
No Terme, no Time, his fresh Renown shall shed:
Neuer was King more deare, neuer more dread.
And Earth empregned with his heatfull might,
Europ hath seene no Potentate, no Prince,
To Parallel Great Henry's excellence.
No Terme, no Time, his fresh Renown shall shed:
Neuer was King more deare, neuer more dread.
Phœnix of Kings, wonder of Christendome,
Passing all past, and without Peere to come;
His Courage only matcht His Clemencie,
And should his Tomb to These Two equall be,
Both Spain and France, could not containe the same,
Which haue so often seen his feates of Fame.
Passing all past, and without Peere to come;
His Courage only matcht His Clemencie,
And should his Tomb to These Two equall be,
Both Spain and France, could not containe the same,
Which haue so often seen his feates of Fame.
His Life's a lamp to Princes, and a line;
A Trophey rear'd by Miracle diuine;
A Theater to all the Vertues built;
A goodly Garden, with such plenty fild
Of choisest fruits and flowers, that chusing, there
Aboundance troubles more then Want else-where.
A Trophey rear'd by Miracle diuine;
A Theater to all the Vertues built;
A goodly Garden, with such plenty fild
Of choisest fruits and flowers, that chusing, there
Aboundance troubles more then Want else-where.
The yeer that Edvvard in Great Britane dy'd:
That France (beyond the mountains) Spain defi'd:
That Therwin walls were thundered to the ground:
That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd:
I'th' winter Solstice (when the yeare is worn)
Within Pau Castle This young Mars was born:
That France (beyond the mountains) Spain defi'd:
That Therwin walls were thundered to the ground:
That a faire flower our Royall Hymen Crownd:
I'th' winter Solstice (when the yeare is worn)
Within Pau Castle This young Mars was born:
Born for the Worlds Good: as his Enterance
Presag'd him then the Hercvles of France;
To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd:
For as (by chance) bare-head abroad he playd,
At foure yeers old, a Snake he finds and kills;
At forty, foiles the Hydra of our Ills.
Presag'd him then the Hercvles of France;
To re-aduance her Lillies long decayd:
For as (by chance) bare-head abroad he playd,
At foure yeers old, a Snake he finds and kills;
At forty, foiles the Hydra of our Ills.
1078
Nor was He bred in soft delicious wise
(Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice):
His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire,
His Sauce was Labour, Exercise his Fire,
His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame,
Saue Heauens desire, and th'Honour of the same.
(Which forms young Spirits into the form of Vice):
His Grandsire vs'd him to all VVeathers Ire,
His Sauce was Labour, Exercise his Fire,
His noble Heart did neuer ought inflame,
Saue Heauens desire, and th'Honour of the same.
Scarce fourteen times had he beheld the-birth
Of th'happy Planet (which præsag'd his Worth)
Predominant in his Natitiall;
When he became an Armies Generall,
Whose hottest flame, without Him was but fume;
Nor, but by Him, durst any good presume.
Of th'happy Planet (which præsag'd his Worth)
Predominant in his Natitiall;
When he became an Armies Generall,
Whose hottest flame, without Him was but fume;
Nor, but by Him, durst any good presume.
He purchast Peace, the which eftsoones was staind
With His friends bloud, and his young soule constaind
To faine some Change of His Religion:
At Vinseine Castle He was seiz'd vpon,
And to the Court confin'd; where, discontent,
His Spirit droopes, out of His Element.
With His friends bloud, and his young soule constaind
To faine some Change of His Religion:
At Vinseine Castle He was seiz'd vpon,
And to the Court confin'd; where, discontent,
His Spirit droopes, out of His Element.
Escaped thence: with restlesse toyle, He tends
To saue the Side of his Afflicted Friends;
By peace again he bringeth all in vre:
And Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure
Of th'after Crown, who but between him stood;
So, now was He the first Prince of the Blood.
To saue the Side of his Afflicted Friends;
By peace again he bringeth all in vre:
And Mounsieur's death doth well his Hopes assure
Of th'after Crown, who but between him stood;
So, now was He the first Prince of the Blood.
Then from afarre he doth new Storms discry:
To threat his fortune, and his force to try:
He meets the danger with vndaunted front,
And in foure yeres beares ten braue Armies brunt,
All with the might of a great Monarch graç't;
Whereof, at Coutras he defeats the last.
To threat his fortune, and his force to try:
He meets the danger with vndaunted front,
And in foure yeres beares ten braue Armies brunt,
All with the might of a great Monarch graç't;
Whereof, at Coutras he defeats the last.
At last, the King to extreame Streights reduç't,
In doubt of all, and daring none to trust,
Implores This Prince, who rescues him from Tours,
With iust Reuenge; and had, yer many houres,
Re-humbled Paris to her Princes yoake,
But for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake.
In doubt of all, and daring none to trust,
Implores This Prince, who rescues him from Tours,
With iust Reuenge; and had, yer many houres,
Re-humbled Paris to her Princes yoake,
But for Saint Clements Paricidiall stroake.
After which stroak (which all true French-men hate)
France sadly falls in a most wretched state:
Who hath least Reason, hath most Insolence;
Who hath most Power, hath least Obedience.
Nor Awe, nor Law; Disorder euery-where:
Good, without hope, and Wicked without feare.
France sadly falls in a most wretched state:
Who hath least Reason, hath most Insolence;
Who hath most Power, hath least Obedience.
Nor Awe, nor Law; Disorder euery-where:
Good, without hope, and Wicked without feare.
Rebellion spaunes as fast as (in the Spring)
Fruit-frettting vermine; it doth Discord bring
In Families, dearth in Townes, death in Field:
O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld
Vnto that Hagge; but, Loyall to the Crowne,
Haue left your Heires, Heires of a true renowne.
Fruit-frettting vermine; it doth Discord bring
In Families, dearth in Townes, death in Field:
O! happy you who neuer daign'd to yeeld
Vnto that Hagge; but, Loyall to the Crowne,
Haue left your Heires, Heires of a true renowne.
1079
Who counts the Cares that on a Crown doe wait,
As well may number Autumnes fruitfull fraight,
And Floras too. Yet this great spirit of man,
Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean,
Seems a still Ship, which maugre Winds and Waues,
In wished Hau'n her and her Burthen saues.
As well may number Autumnes fruitfull fraight,
And Floras too. Yet this great spirit of man,
Mid th'ebbs and flouds of This vast Ocean,
Seems a still Ship, which maugre Winds and Waues,
In wished Hau'n her and her Burthen saues.
Hee's neuer idle, nor his Exercise
Other than stands with princely offices:
Mars and Diana, and Cvpid wait on Him:
Maugre his Losse, hee alwaies gaines by Time.
Vnto Affaires his eares are open aye,
Nor waits hee lazying on his bed for day.
Shafts, Tigers, Torrents; no, nor Lightning flies
More swift about, than This bold Eāgle plies
(Amid all perils) to preserue his State,
With Heed and Speed, from Rebels Pride and Hate.
In Battells first, last in Retreats: in brief,
In Action, Souldier; in Direction, Chief.
Other than stands with princely offices:
Mars and Diana, and Cvpid wait on Him:
Maugre his Losse, hee alwaies gaines by Time.
Vnto Affaires his eares are open aye,
Nor waits hee lazying on his bed for day.
Shafts, Tigers, Torrents; no, nor Lightning flies
More swift about, than This bold Eāgle plies
(Amid all perils) to preserue his State,
With Heed and Speed, from Rebels Pride and Hate.
In Battells first, last in Retreats: in brief,
In Action, Souldier; in Direction, Chief.
Diepe saw his Fortunes on a desperate Dy;
The League presum'd he needs must yeeld or fly:
But, as a Brook, the more we stop his Course,
Breaks down his Bay, and runs with swifter force,
He foiles his Foes at Arques, and shewes them plain,
That Heauens iust hand doth his dear Right sustain.
The League presum'd he needs must yeeld or fly:
But, as a Brook, the more we stop his Course,
Breaks down his Bay, and runs with swifter force,
He foiles his Foes at Arques, and shewes them plain,
That Heauens iust hand doth his dear Right sustain.
'Tis buzz'd in Paris, and beleeu'd in part,
That he is taken; or constraind to start
From Diepe to Douer, to seek Englands Aide:
And, while Him comming Prisoner-wise, they said,
To the Bastile; He came and ouer-came
Their Suburbs soon, to their Suborners shame.
That he is taken; or constraind to start
From Diepe to Douer, to seek Englands Aide:
And, while Him comming Prisoner-wise, they said,
To the Bastile; He came and ouer-came
Their Suburbs soon, to their Suborners shame.
Conquest attends him, whether he encamps,
Or marches on: again he takes Estampes:
Lizieux, Eureux, Mans, Meulan, Vandosme, Perch,
And Honfleur, formost in His Trophie march;
As earnest-pence of his recouer'd State,
And Crowne of France, which well admits no Mate.
Or marches on: again he takes Estampes:
Lizieux, Eureux, Mans, Meulan, Vandosme, Perch,
And Honfleur, formost in His Trophie march;
As earnest-pence of his recouer'd State,
And Crowne of France, which well admits no Mate.
Tiber and Iber then together flow
(Too strong in wrong) his Right to ouer-throw.
There proudeth Power, Heer Prowess brighter shines;
And daily shewes vs by a thousand Signes,
How great Aduantage a true Birth-right brings
(Against Vsurpers) vnto lawfull Kings.
(Too strong in wrong) his Right to ouer-throw.
There proudeth Power, Heer Prowess brighter shines;
And daily shewes vs by a thousand Signes,
How great Aduantage a true Birth-right brings
(Against Vsurpers) vnto lawfull Kings.
In Ivry Fields, he seems a Blazing Star;
Seen in the Front of all his Host, afar:
Maiestick Fury in his Martiall Face,
The brauest Troops, doth in an instant Chase:
And boldest Rebls, which the rest had led,
Came Charging one way, and by forty Fled.
Seen in the Front of all his Host, afar:
Maiestick Fury in his Martiall Face,
The brauest Troops, doth in an instant Chase:
And boldest Rebls, which the rest had led,
Came Charging one way, and by forty Fled.
1080
Melun surrenders, to his War-like Lot,
Chartros is chastizd with his thundring Shot,
Louuiers lyes humbled at his Conquering Foot,
Noyon lamenteth her Three Succors rout,
Espernay yeelds her wholely to his hest,
Dreux twise besieged, opens as the rest.
Chartros is chastizd with his thundring Shot,
Louuiers lyes humbled at his Conquering Foot,
Noyon lamenteth her Three Succors rout,
Espernay yeelds her wholely to his hest,
Dreux twise besieged, opens as the rest.
The League, that late so violently burn'd,
To a Cold Feuer now her Frenzie turn'd;
And trusting still in Strange Physycians aid,
Neglects her Cure till all her strength decaid:
In dread of all, In doubt her owne will quaile;
As a weak Ship affraid of euery Saile.
To a Cold Feuer now her Frenzie turn'd;
And trusting still in Strange Physycians aid,
Neglects her Cure till all her strength decaid:
In dread of all, In doubt her owne will quaile;
As a weak Ship affraid of euery Saile.
That (late) Achilles of the Spanish-Dutch,
Farnezean Parma that atchieu'd so much
In Anwerp's Siege, by match-lesse Stratagem;
And weend the World had had no Peer to Him:
Had here the heart, twice, to refuse to Fight;
And twise departed, and bade none Good-Night.
Farnezean Parma that atchieu'd so much
In Anwerp's Siege, by match-lesse Stratagem;
And weend the World had had no Peer to Him:
Had here the heart, twice, to refuse to Fight;
And twise departed, and bade none Good-Night.
Fortune, for Him, no longer vs'd her Wheel:
But, kind and constant, followes at his heel:
He's Happy euery where, and ouer all
Spring Palmes and Lawrels: only neer Aumale
A murderous Bullet put him to some pain,
Yet hindred not His Rescue of his Train.
Who weens to vanquish Him, makes Him invict;
Milde to the Meek, to Proudlings stern and strict:
He loues the Lawrels without blood be-sprent,
A Cruell Conquest He doth euen lament.
His Thunder batters but Rebellious Walls:
And who least fear him, on them first he falls.
But, kind and constant, followes at his heel:
He's Happy euery where, and ouer all
Spring Palmes and Lawrels: only neer Aumale
A murderous Bullet put him to some pain,
Yet hindred not His Rescue of his Train.
Who weens to vanquish Him, makes Him invict;
Milde to the Meek, to Proudlings stern and strict:
He loues the Lawrels without blood be-sprent,
A Cruell Conquest He doth euen lament.
His Thunder batters but Rebellious Walls:
And who least fear him, on them first he falls.
France, Selfe to slay, and her owne Throat to Cut,
Arms her owne hands; and (in strange rage) doth put
The Knife to whet, in Spaines ambitious pawes;
Spain that would Spoile her Crowns primordial Lawes,
And would a Scepter with a Distaffe Blin:
But all in vain: The Lillies cannot Spin.
Re-Romaniz'd, so (say They) Heauen coniures;
His Errors at Saint Denis he abiures:
This Change, in Court yet chang'd not one nor other;
For, though his Subiects haue not all one Mother,
He holds them all his Sons, They him their Sire;
And Christians all, all to one Heav'n aspire.
Arms her owne hands; and (in strange rage) doth put
The Knife to whet, in Spaines ambitious pawes;
Spain that would Spoile her Crowns primordial Lawes,
And would a Scepter with a Distaffe Blin:
But all in vain: The Lillies cannot Spin.
Re-Romaniz'd, so (say They) Heauen coniures;
His Errors at Saint Denis he abiures:
This Change, in Court yet chang'd not one nor other;
For, though his Subiects haue not all one Mother,
He holds them all his Sons, They him their Sire;
And Christians all, all to one Heav'n aspire.
Within the Temple of The Mother-Maid,
That bore her Son, her Sire, her God, her Aid,
With Heav'n-sent Oyle He is anointed King,
Dons th'Order-Collar; and by euery thing,
To proue, in him, Saint Lewis Faith and Zeale,
The Sick he touches, and his Touch doth heale.
That bore her Son, her Sire, her God, her Aid,
With Heav'n-sent Oyle He is anointed King,
Dons th'Order-Collar; and by euery thing,
To proue, in him, Saint Lewis Faith and Zeale,
The Sick he touches, and his Touch doth heale.
1081
By law of Arms, a Citie tane by Force,
Should feele the Victors rage, with small remorse.
Paris so taken, is not treated so:
Though well his Iustice might haue razed lowe
Those rebell Wals which bred & fed These Wars;
To saue the guilt-less, He the guilty spares.
Should feele the Victors rage, with small remorse.
Paris so taken, is not treated so:
Though well his Iustice might haue razed lowe
Those rebell Wals which bred & fed These Wars;
To saue the guilt-less, He the guilty spares.
There, There's the Hope and Safety of His Side;
If There he faile, then farewell all beside:
The Spaniard therfore thither speedy sends,
A great strong Conuoy to confirm His Friends.
Which soon defeated, There began the End
Of Ciuill Wars, and all to Vnion tend.
If There he faile, then farewell all beside:
The Spaniard therfore thither speedy sends,
A great strong Conuoy to confirm His Friends.
Which soon defeated, There began the End
Of Ciuill Wars, and all to Vnion tend.
Th'Honor of falling and restoring France,
Is not alone due to His Valiance:
His Clemencie hath part; which lets him in
To stronger Holds, than all his Arms could win:
That, satisfied with Tears, makes from all parts,
Repentant Rebels yeeld him vp their Hearts.
Is not alone due to His Valiance:
His Clemencie hath part; which lets him in
To stronger Holds, than all his Arms could win:
That, satisfied with Tears, makes from all parts,
Repentant Rebels yeeld him vp their Hearts.
Lyons, the Porter of one Part of France,
Rov'n, that sees none like strong in Ordinance,
Orleans, which England did vndaunted proue,
Marcëillis, iealous of old Neptune's loue,
Aix, Bourges, Sens, Meaux, Poictiers, Troy, Thoulouse,
And Reins; of These, each to his Bounty bowes.
Rov'n, that sees none like strong in Ordinance,
Orleans, which England did vndaunted proue,
Marcëillis, iealous of old Neptune's loue,
Aix, Bourges, Sens, Meaux, Poictiers, Troy, Thoulouse,
And Reins; of These, each to his Bounty bowes.
This gracious Prince excus'd the simpler sort,
Whom (Malice-lesse,) blind Passions did transport
Against the Lawes, with fury of the Time;
Who self-affraid to fail in fowler Crime,
Seduç't by others slie seditious Lore,
Follow'd (like Sheep) their Fellowes straid before.
Whom (Malice-lesse,) blind Passions did transport
Against the Lawes, with fury of the Time;
Who self-affraid to fail in fowler Crime,
Seduç't by others slie seditious Lore,
Follow'd (like Sheep) their Fellowes straid before.
This heauenly-humane Clemency of His,
Yet cannot shield Him from some Treacheries.
One wounds him in the Mouth, and breaks withall
One of his Teeth, (O Act vnnaturall!)
And had not God in part put-by the blowe,
Euen then in Paris had he perisht so.
Yet cannot shield Him from some Treacheries.
One wounds him in the Mouth, and breaks withall
One of his Teeth, (O Act vnnaturall!)
And had not God in part put-by the blowe,
Euen then in Paris had he perisht so.
But, hauing quencht the Ciuill Fires in France,
Gainst his ill Neighbors now his Arms aduance;
In Predmont Fields his Lilly-flowers he plants,
Pills Bourgognie and all Artois He dants,
And makes the great Castilian Mars to fly,
With Feare, Within; without, with Infamy.
Gainst his ill Neighbors now his Arms aduance;
In Predmont Fields his Lilly-flowers he plants,
Pills Bourgognie and all Artois He dants,
And makes the great Castilian Mars to fly,
With Feare, Within; without, with Infamy.
Then, those great Warriors that had disobeyd
(Whom not their Courage but their Cause betray'd)
Which came with shame and sorrow (as was meet)
To cast their swords at his victorious Feet,
Fearing his Rigor: He receiues them (rather)
With King-like grace, and kindnesse like a Father.
(Whom not their Courage but their Cause betray'd)
Which came with shame and sorrow (as was meet)
To cast their swords at his victorious Feet,
Fearing his Rigor: He receiues them (rather)
With King-like grace, and kindnesse like a Father.
1082
Heauen daily works, for Him, some special Miracle:
His Faith's an Altar, and his Word an Oracle:
His greatest foes haue neuer found him faile.
And should Sincerity in all men quaile,
Exiled from the World (as Moors from Spain)
In This Kings soule she had been found againe.
His Faith's an Altar, and his Word an Oracle:
His greatest foes haue neuer found him faile.
And should Sincerity in all men quaile,
Exiled from the World (as Moors from Spain)
In This Kings soule she had been found againe.
Spain by a train of many VVyles well laid,
Surpriseth Amiens, France is all affraid:
The Spaniard, hence prouder then euer, swells:
Vndanted Henry Thence him soon repells,
Regains his Citie, and constrains His foes,
To beg their Peace, or to abide his blowes.
Surpriseth Amiens, France is all affraid:
The Spaniard, hence prouder then euer, swells:
Vndanted Henry Thence him soon repells,
Regains his Citie, and constrains His foes,
To beg their Peace, or to abide his blowes.
The Storms that long disturbd the State are val'd,
Th'ill Vapors now are from all hearts exhal'd,
And France is now all French, euen all about:
Only the Breton stifly yet, stood out.
But, those white Ermines at the last must need,
Of th'only Sent of the faire Lillies feed.
Th'ill Vapors now are from all hearts exhal'd,
And France is now all French, euen all about:
Only the Breton stifly yet, stood out.
But, those white Ermines at the last must need,
Of th'only Sent of the faire Lillies feed.
Old Philip longs to see the Waters calme,
Finds all designes vaine to supplant This Palme;
Sith the more shaken, it more fast doth grow:
He seeketh Peace, the Pope solicits so,
Veruins doth treat it, Bruxells sweares it don,
And Philip pleas'd departs the World anon.
Finds all designes vaine to supplant This Palme;
Sith the more shaken, it more fast doth grow:
He seeketh Peace, the Pope solicits so,
Veruins doth treat it, Bruxells sweares it don,
And Philip pleas'd departs the World anon.
France yet retains one sensible Offence,
For which she vowes Reuenge or Recompence:
Among the Alps her thundring Canons roare,
Proud-browd Montmeilan flaunts and vaunts the more
To stop her fury, but in fine is fain
To rue her rashnesse and repent in vain.
For which she vowes Reuenge or Recompence:
Among the Alps her thundring Canons roare,
Proud-browd Montmeilan flaunts and vaunts the more
To stop her fury, but in fine is fain
To rue her rashnesse and repent in vain.
God hastens his owne Work: This Monarch marries
In Lyons Church, the choice, the Chief of Maries;
The Heauens delight, our Lilies ornament:
Looe, in one heart two louely Soules hath blent;
Whence Peace is more confirm'd, and Discord dasht.
For, by This knot many great Plots are quasht.
In Lyons Church, the choice, the Chief of Maries;
The Heauens delight, our Lilies ornament:
Looe, in one heart two louely Soules hath blent;
Whence Peace is more confirm'd, and Discord dasht.
For, by This knot many great Plots are quasht.
At Fountainbleau (a Paradise for site)
She brought him forth his Dolphin, his delight,
Whose tender youth giues happy hopes of Worth;
One Daughter also did she there bring forth,
And two Sons more (Supporters of the Crowne:
Two daughters more, Paris for birth doth owne.
She brought him forth his Dolphin, his delight,
Whose tender youth giues happy hopes of Worth;
One Daughter also did she there bring forth,
And two Sons more (Supporters of the Crowne:
Two daughters more, Paris for birth doth owne.
His Clemency hath conquered Rebels rage,
Made of dis-loyall loyall Vassalage;
Yea forced Wils by Pardons and by Grace,
The proof whereof is writ in euery place;
Through all the Townes of France both great and small;
Where, for Reuenge, Reward was daign'd to all.
Made of dis-loyall loyall Vassalage;
Yea forced Wils by Pardons and by Grace,
The proof whereof is writ in euery place;
Through all the Townes of France both great and small;
Where, for Reuenge, Reward was daign'd to all.
1083
Once, only once, his Mercy admirable,
Was deafe to Biron, and inexorable;
Sith when he might, his hault despight would none.
I wonder not to see that Myrmidon,
In the Bastile, a shamefull death to beare:
But This I wonder, that he would come there.
Was deafe to Biron, and inexorable;
Sith when he might, his hault despight would none.
I wonder not to see that Myrmidon,
In the Bastile, a shamefull death to beare:
But This I wonder, that he would come there.
Of factious spirits, of close deep hearts and double
(VVhose Life is strife, whose, Rest is best in trouble,
He knowes the drifts, and knowen dissolues the same,
As fast as fire melts Lead within the flame.
His voyce alone, as Dust cast vp aloft,
Breakes Hornets buzzing and their swarming, oft.
(VVhose Life is strife, whose, Rest is best in trouble,
He knowes the drifts, and knowen dissolues the same,
As fast as fire melts Lead within the flame.
His voyce alone, as Dust cast vp aloft,
Breakes Hornets buzzing and their swarming, oft.
Discord, disturbing holy Churches rest,
Twixt Rome and Venice did debates suggest:
Ambition set-in foote, fore-sweld with hope,
To bridle both the Senat and the Pope;
Both prest to fight: His Prudence reconcil'd
Their Difference, and did their mindes remil'd.
Twixt Rome and Venice did debates suggest:
Ambition set-in foote, fore-sweld with hope,
To bridle both the Senat and the Pope;
Both prest to fight: His Prudence reconcil'd
Their Difference, and did their mindes remil'd.
He relisht now the harmeless Sweets of Peace,
Willing his People should partake no lesse;
But yet some-where he feeles a Thorne to prick:
To pluck it out, he armes and marches quick,
Euen to the Frontier: There attaines his will,
Wisedom (so) fitly takes her Season still.
Willing his People should partake no lesse;
But yet some-where he feeles a Thorne to prick:
To pluck it out, he armes and marches quick,
Euen to the Frontier: There attaines his will,
Wisedom (so) fitly takes her Season still.
You nations, that for fortie yeers haue seen
Bellona's Tempests, and felt Mars his Teen;
That for your Liberties haue pawnd your Liues:
If freely now you ioy your Wealth, your Wiues:
If now your Trades into the East you bring,
(Vnder Heauens Kingdom) onely thank this King.
Thus heapt with Honors, This braue King is loath
That his braue Knights, effeminiz'd by Sloath,
'Mid Games and Dames, during so long a Peace,
Should still ly still in Cities pomp and ease:
Therefore he rears an Army strongly dight,
In Gulich's Claim, his wronged friends to right.
Bellona's Tempests, and felt Mars his Teen;
That for your Liberties haue pawnd your Liues:
If freely now you ioy your Wealth, your Wiues:
If now your Trades into the East you bring,
(Vnder Heauens Kingdom) onely thank this King.
Thus heapt with Honors, This braue King is loath
That his braue Knights, effeminiz'd by Sloath,
'Mid Games and Dames, during so long a Peace,
Should still ly still in Cities pomp and ease:
Therefore he rears an Army strongly dight,
In Gulich's Claim, his wronged friends to right.
A noble Prince, whose Prowes and Prudence, late
Buda admir'd, and Rome hath wondred-at
(The Honor of His Time) was Generall;
So stoard with Gold, with Guns, with Arms, with all,
That neighbor Princes all were in alarm:
Yet Them This Thunder brought more feare then harm.
Buda admir'd, and Rome hath wondred-at
(The Honor of His Time) was Generall;
So stoard with Gold, with Guns, with Arms, with all,
That neighbor Princes all were in alarm:
Yet Them This Thunder brought more feare then harm.
Fearless it marches; and, respectless, threats
What-euer Log its ready Passage lets;
Gesture and voice already skirmishing,
And vnder Conduct of so braue a King,
Great-Britaines, Germans, Switzers, Belgians,
Serue all the Greatnes of the Crown of France.
What-euer Log its ready Passage lets;
Gesture and voice already skirmishing,
And vnder Conduct of so braue a King,
Great-Britaines, Germans, Switzers, Belgians,
Serue all the Greatnes of the Crown of France.
1084
Else-where, the while, The Duke that rules the Alpes,
Seemd t'haue his heart no more beyond the Calpes;
Braue noble heart, Saxonically-French.
Fuentez, affraid, with shoulder-shrinking wrench,
Doubts lest that Milan stoop to France againe;
And Charles prouoked proue the Scourge of Spaine.
Seemd t'haue his heart no more beyond the Calpes;
Braue noble heart, Saxonically-French.
Fuentez, affraid, with shoulder-shrinking wrench,
Doubts lest that Milan stoop to France againe;
And Charles prouoked proue the Scourge of Spaine.
Heau'ns now, to Crown his Tropheis, had set down,
That at Saint Denis he his Queen should Crown
With royall Diadem; and in one Day
The State, the Maiesty of France display.
Nothing but Great; but great Magnificence;
But, Maries Grace excell'd all Excellence.
That at Saint Denis he his Queen should Crown
With royall Diadem; and in one Day
The State, the Maiesty of France display.
Nothing but Great; but great Magnificence;
But, Maries Grace excell'd all Excellence.
Hence, hence false Pleasures, momentary Ioyes;
Mock vs no more with your illuding Toyes:
A strange Mishap, hatched in Hell below,
Hath plung'd vs all in deepest Gulfe of Woe,
Taught vs that all Worlds-hopes as Dreams do fly,
And made vs all, Cry All is Vanitie.
Mock vs no more with your illuding Toyes:
A strange Mishap, hatched in Hell below,
Hath plung'd vs all in deepest Gulfe of Woe,
Taught vs that all Worlds-hopes as Dreams do fly,
And made vs all, Cry All is Vanitie.
Four houres from Noon, forth from the Louure rode
This mighty Prince (without his Gard) abroad,
To see His Arcenall: To his Caroche,
In a streight Lane, a Hell-hound durst-approche;
And with a knife, twice stabbing, kill'd hin quite,
Turning that fairest Day to foulest Night.
This mighty Prince (without his Gard) abroad,
To see His Arcenall: To his Caroche,
In a streight Lane, a Hell-hound durst-approche;
And with a knife, twice stabbing, kill'd hin quite,
Turning that fairest Day to foulest Night.
Twice did the Monster stab: for else, the first
Had not been mortall; but the knife, accurst,
Thrilling his Lungs, cut at the second stroake
Th'artereal vein, whose bloud-floud soon did choak
The peerless Prince; His dying Eyes and Hart
Imploring Heauen, soon did his Soule depart.
Had not been mortall; but the knife, accurst,
Thrilling his Lungs, cut at the second stroake
Th'artereal vein, whose bloud-floud soon did choak
The peerless Prince; His dying Eyes and Hart
Imploring Heauen, soon did his Soule depart.
Fell Tyger, tell vs, tell vs Why, or Whence,
Thou durst (accurst) assault so Great a Prince?
Wherein had He to Thee or Thine done wrong?
When once (yer this) Thou didst too neer him throng,
His Gard rebuk't thee; but, He Them, for That.
Caus'd That Thy Malice, and His Murderous fate?
Thou durst (accurst) assault so Great a Prince?
Wherein had He to Thee or Thine done wrong?
When once (yer this) Thou didst too neer him throng,
His Gard rebuk't thee; but, He Them, for That.
Caus'd That Thy Malice, and His Murderous fate?
Fates ruthless Law allots his royall brest
To die the death that Caesar thought the best;
Death without sense of death, a death so quick,
It fildome leaues Kings leisure to be sick;
Nor giues Him leaue of his sixt Decads date
To fill the Roule; but, seauen six Months did bate.
To die the death that Caesar thought the best;
Death without sense of death, a death so quick,
It fildome leaues Kings leisure to be sick;
Nor giues Him leaue of his sixt Decads date
To fill the Roule; but, seauen six Months did bate.
He, He that was the Hope, the Prop of His,
He that restored France to what it is,
He that confin'd the Power of Princes still,
He that Commanded Victory at will,
That was the Worlds delight, Kings glory sheen,
He, He receiues Deaths treacherous stroak vnseen.
He that restored France to what it is,
He that confin'd the Power of Princes still,
He that Commanded Victory at will,
That was the Worlds delight, Kings glory sheen,
He, He receiues Deaths treacherous stroak vnseen.
1085
Th'vnhappy street where This fell Hap fel-out,
Where wofull Paris saw her Light put-out,
Where cursed Iron pearç't her Princes hart,
It shall no more be clept The Iron-mart:
It shall be call'd The cursed Corner, still;
The Hag-street, or The Hell-street: which you will.
Lord! where wert Thou, when that disloiall wretch
With cruell hand did Thine Anointed reach;
Quenching the Raies of Royall Maiestie?
No heart is hid from thine All-pearcing Eye,
It sees the Centre, knows the thoughts, yer thought;
Could it see This, and suffer it be wrought?
Where wofull Paris saw her Light put-out,
Where cursed Iron pearç't her Princes hart,
It shall no more be clept The Iron-mart:
It shall be call'd The cursed Corner, still;
The Hag-street, or The Hell-street: which you will.
Lord! where wert Thou, when that disloiall wretch
With cruell hand did Thine Anointed reach;
Quenching the Raies of Royall Maiestie?
No heart is hid from thine All-pearcing Eye,
It sees the Centre, knows the thoughts, yer thought;
Could it see This, and suffer it be wrought?
Hell oft before, out of his black Abyss,
Had spew'd vp Monsters to haue acted This:
But, still thy hand from former wounds did ward.
And had he not still trusted to Thy Gard,
His Owne had waited Round about his Coach,
And This fell Tiger neuer should approach.
Had spew'd vp Monsters to haue acted This:
But, still thy hand from former wounds did ward.
And had he not still trusted to Thy Gard,
His Owne had waited Round about his Coach,
And This fell Tiger neuer should approach.
These Words, these rasher Words escapt my tong;
When I beheld That Monarch layd along
Dead on his Bed; so dead, so butchered:
I blamed Heauens, and Whispering soft, I said,
Because They stopt not This strange Hap before,
Their slumbring eyes now watch the World no more.
When I beheld That Monarch layd along
Dead on his Bed; so dead, so butchered:
I blamed Heauens, and Whispering soft, I said,
Because They stopt not This strange Hap before,
Their slumbring eyes now watch the World no more.
But, are mine eyes mine owne? Is This That Prince
Which might haue made all Europe His, long since,
Had he not thought th'Empire of France enough;
That Lion-heart, that Courage Cannon-proofe,
Which did so oft Impossibles atchieue?
I see tis He: yet scarce my sight beleeue.
Which might haue made all Europe His, long since,
Had he not thought th'Empire of France enough;
That Lion-heart, that Courage Cannon-proofe,
Which did so oft Impossibles atchieue?
I see tis He: yet scarce my sight beleeue.
Is This That Mighty King, Gods liuely Image,
To whom the greatest in the World did Homage?
In Peace a Doue, in Warre an Ægle quick,
Nestor in Court, in Camp Achilles-like;
That with a hundred horse, a thousand foil'd:
That from most Dangers neuer yet recoil'd.
To whom the greatest in the World did Homage?
In Peace a Doue, in Warre an Ægle quick,
Nestor in Court, in Camp Achilles-like;
That with a hundred horse, a thousand foil'd:
That from most Dangers neuer yet recoil'd.
Great Rome was strangely maz'd and all a-mort,
When She beheld her Caesar's bloody shirt:
And say, Great Citty, how wert Thou dismayd,
When first thou saw'st Thine Henry sadly layd
Along his Coach, and couered with a Cloak?
“I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak.
When She beheld her Caesar's bloody shirt:
And say, Great Citty, how wert Thou dismayd,
When first thou saw'st Thine Henry sadly layd
Along his Coach, and couered with a Cloak?
“I thought the Prop of all my Fortunes broak.
Those that haue seen in Townes surpris'd (while-yer)
When to the Churches All haue fled for feare,
May well imagine Paris deepe Affright.
Nothing but shiuering: Nobles armed bright,
Clergy at Prayers, People weep and houle:
And Henry's wound hath wounded euery Soule.
When to the Churches All haue fled for feare,
May well imagine Paris deepe Affright.
Nothing but shiuering: Nobles armed bright,
Clergy at Prayers, People weep and houle:
And Henry's wound hath wounded euery Soule.
1086
Paris in Honour of her peerless Queen,
Had plotted Showes (more pompous neuer seen)
As, rich to th'outward, rare to th'inward sense;
But, all those Archs Marks of Magnificence),
Those Tropheis, Terms, Statues, Colosses, All,
Make but more Mourners at the Funerall,
Had plotted Showes (more pompous neuer seen)
As, rich to th'outward, rare to th'inward sense;
But, all those Archs Marks of Magnificence),
Those Tropheis, Terms, Statues, Colosses, All,
Make but more Mourners at the Funerall,
I yeeld My Pensill: help Apelles, heere,
To Limn (to life) Her dying-liuing Cheere:
Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest,
Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest.
Therefore O Queen! Great Stay, Great Star of France,
This Vaile I draw before Thy Countenance.
To Limn (to life) Her dying-liuing Cheere:
Beleefe is hardly in Mans heart imprest,
Her Griefe more hard to be by Art exprest.
Therefore O Queen! Great Stay, Great Star of France,
This Vaile I draw before Thy Countenance.
Heauen steel'd Thy Hart with Fortitude That Day,
Thy Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay;
And to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft:
Though angry Fates of Father him bereft,
Yet Mercifull, they left him such a Mother,
That France could hardly haue been rul'd by other.
Thy Courage kept the Kingdom from Decay;
And to the Throne Thy Son our Soueraign heft:
Though angry Fates of Father him bereft,
Yet Mercifull, they left him such a Mother,
That France could hardly haue been rul'd by other.
The suddain Clap of This drad Thunder sounds,
From Alexander's to Alcides Bounds:
The Kings and Princes stand amazed all,
With horror of an Act so Tragicall.
Some, Rest forsake: others, Repast forbeare:
And Each, like Fortune to himselfe doth feare.
From Alexander's to Alcides Bounds:
The Kings and Princes stand amazed all,
With horror of an Act so Tragicall.
Some, Rest forsake: others, Repast forbeare:
And Each, like Fortune to himselfe doth feare.
So suddainly to see Day turn'd to Night,
Triumphant Palmes, into Funereal Plight,
The Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale,
A liuing King, to a dead Corps and pale,
Our Flowers to Thorns; seem Tricks of Sorcery,
Wherein, Conceit consents not with our Eye.
Triumphant Palmes, into Funereal Plight,
The Royall Crown to a deep Mourning Vale,
A liuing King, to a dead Corps and pale,
Our Flowers to Thorns; seem Tricks of Sorcery,
Wherein, Conceit consents not with our Eye.
Yes, He is dead: and his eye-lids no more
To view this Light shall open (as before);
Those louely Eyes, the Load-starrs of the Court,
Whose gracious glances, on the Worthy sort,
Gaue Vertue vigor; and Whose awfull frowne
Dis-dared Vice; are now Eclipst and downe.
To view this Light shall open (as before);
Those louely Eyes, the Load-starrs of the Court,
Whose gracious glances, on the Worthy sort,
Gaue Vertue vigor; and Whose awfull frowne
Dis-dared Vice; are now Eclipst and downe.
Where are those ready Battaile-ranging Hands?
Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall with-stands?
That Voice so dreadfull to the stoutest harts?
That Heart which wrought so many wondrous parts?
That pearcing Wit, dispersing Clowds of Doubt?
Where is that mighty King, so Fam'd about?
Those lightning Eyes whose wrath no wall with-stands?
That Voice so dreadfull to the stoutest harts?
That Heart which wrought so many wondrous parts?
That pearcing Wit, dispersing Clowds of Doubt?
Where is that mighty King, so Fam'd about?
Inexorable Death! inhumane, cruell,
Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell;
Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in.
In all thy Triumph (trayling euery Kin)
Shall neuer march His Match, nor worthier Prince
T'haue been exempted from thine Insolence.
Thou shalt no more reaue vs so rare a Iewell;
Nature hath broke the Mould she made Him in.
In all thy Triumph (trayling euery Kin)
Shall neuer march His Match, nor worthier Prince
T'haue been exempted from thine Insolence.
1087
Ah! poore, weak Vertue, zealous Loue of Thee,
Prolongs not Life, protracts not Death (I see).
This Prince that gaue Thee euen his Heart for Temple,
This Prince, whose Raign shal serue for rare Exemple
To future Kings, in future Things dismaid,
Should haue come sooner, or haue later stayd.
Prolongs not Life, protracts not Death (I see).
This Prince that gaue Thee euen his Heart for Temple,
This Prince, whose Raign shal serue for rare Exemple
To future Kings, in future Things dismaid,
Should haue come sooner, or haue later stayd.
His Pietie, was neither Fond, nor Faind;
His Prowesse, neither Feare, nor Rashnes staind;
His Prudence clear'd his Councells, steerd his State;
His Temperance his Wrath did temperate;
His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake:
Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake.
His Prowesse, neither Feare, nor Rashnes staind;
His Prudence clear'd his Councells, steerd his State;
His Temperance his Wrath did temperate;
His Iustice with his Clemencie did Yoake:
Yet could not All free Him from Fatall stroake.
Inuincible in all: only, the Darts,
Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts,
Haue often batterd His: but by your leaues,
O fairest Bewties! Bewtie it self deceiues).
You neuer were the Souerains of his brest:
He You (perhaps) You neuer Him possest.
Which haue not spar'd the Gods immortall harts,
Haue often batterd His: but by your leaues,
O fairest Bewties! Bewtie it self deceiues).
You neuer were the Souerains of his brest:
He You (perhaps) You neuer Him possest.
In Arms-Art, what He knew not, none can know't,
Neither attempt what He attempted not.
Reason was aye the Aime of His designes:
His braue Exploits (worthie immortall lines)
Shall furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks,
Whose Works shal Honor Him, He more their Warks.
Neither attempt what He attempted not.
Reason was aye the Aime of His designes:
His braue Exploits (worthie immortall lines)
Shall furnish Theam to Thousand learned Clarks,
Whose Works shal Honor Him, He more their Warks.
His Royall Gests are euery-where extold,
Grauen, Carued, Cast, in Marble, Wood, and Gold;
His Life alone's an History admir'd,
Wherein all Pens, all Pencills shall be tir'd,
In pourtraying all His valiant Feats to-forn,
Whose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn.
Grauen, Carued, Cast, in Marble, Wood, and Gold;
His Life alone's an History admir'd,
Wherein all Pens, all Pencills shall be tir'd,
In pourtraying all His valiant Feats to-forn,
Whose Tables euer shall all Courts adorn.
His Bounties Temple had a hard Accesse,
Not known to any but to Worthinesse:
That Gate (indeed) did seldom open quick.
His Liberality, (coy Bewty-like)
Lou'd to be woo'd, prest, and importun'd still;
Yea, forç't to giue, what glad and fain she will.
Not known to any but to Worthinesse:
That Gate (indeed) did seldom open quick.
His Liberality, (coy Bewty-like)
Lou'd to be woo'd, prest, and importun'd still;
Yea, forç't to giue, what glad and fain she will.
Yet, by th'effects to waigh his Clemencie,
Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be,
Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine,
It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine:
And but I saw him dying, pale and wan,
I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man.
Me thinks His Heart must more then humane be,
Me thinks therein some higher Power did shine,
It surely seem'd celestiall and diuine:
And but I saw him dying, pale and wan,
I could haue scarce beleeu'd This Prince a Man.
He euer lou'd rather to saue then spill,
Not cementing his Throne with Blood, with Ill;
Nor ween'd, by Feare his Diadem assur'd;
With mildenes rather, grieued minds he cur'd:
His Memory did neuer wrongs retain;
Beloued Kings, He thought, securest raign.
Not cementing his Throne with Blood, with Ill;
Nor ween'd, by Feare his Diadem assur'd;
With mildenes rather, grieued minds he cur'd:
His Memory did neuer wrongs retain;
Beloued Kings, He thought, securest raign.
1088
Praise you his Bounty, you that, past the Poles,
Beare Heauens, Embassage to Belief-less Soules:
Henry restor'd your Countrey, and your Credit,
He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it;
Restor'd you Bizance, and each pleasant part,
Left you his Court, bequeath'd to you his Heart.
Beare Heauens, Embassage to Belief-less Soules:
Henry restor'd your Countrey, and your Credit,
He gaue you leaue ouer all France to spred it;
Restor'd you Bizance, and each pleasant part,
Left you his Court, bequeath'd to you his Heart.
If France now flourish, proyning, round about,
Oliues within, and Lawrels all without,
If now, She giue the Law to other States,
If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates,
If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again,
These are the fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
Oliues within, and Lawrels all without,
If now, She giue the Law to other States,
If Peace and Plenty raigne within her Gates,
If now She feare no Ciuill Storms again,
These are the fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
If now Her Schooles with learned men abound,
If Her rare wits be through the World renownd,
If doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd,
If Learning be to her due Place restor'd,
If now Desert the Charge in Church attain,
These are the Fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
If Her rare wits be through the World renownd,
If doubts of Faith be cleared and explor'd,
If Learning be to her due Place restor'd,
If now Desert the Charge in Church attain,
These are the Fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
If now her Buildings passe for bewty farre
The Worlds old Wonders (Which so famous are)
If Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold,
For State, for Store, for people, Goods, and Gold,
If in thy Citie, Cities sprout again,
These are the Fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
The Worlds old Wonders (Which so famous are)
If Paris Thou be peerlesse to behold,
For State, for Store, for people, Goods, and Gold,
If in thy Citie, Cities sprout again,
These are the Fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
If the French Scepter be now Self-entire,
Fear-less of Forain or Domestick fire:
If France haue Fellowes of Achilles Fame;
If now in France be nothing out of frame,
If now the Indies her Bastile containe;
These are the Fruits of this Great Henry's Raign.
Fear-less of Forain or Domestick fire:
If France haue Fellowes of Achilles Fame;
If now in France be nothing out of frame,
If now the Indies her Bastile containe;
These are the Fruits of this Great Henry's Raign.
If now we ioy to see our Countrey free
From Theeues and Rebels (which exiled be):
If Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe,
If Desperate Duels be now curbd by Law,
If now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain,
These are the Fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
From Theeues and Rebels (which exiled be):
If Iustice now doe keep the lewd in awe,
If Desperate Duels be now curbd by Law,
If now the Weak waigh not the Strongs disdain,
These are the Fruits of This Great Henry's Raign.
If Merchants rich, If Magistrates be sound,
If Officers like Emperors abound,
If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home,
If now Inuentions to their height be come,
If now good wits find where them to sustaine,
These are the fruits of This Great Henry's Raigne.
If Officers like Emperors abound,
If Pursie Lawyers liue Prince-like at home,
If now Inuentions to their height be come,
If now good wits find where them to sustaine,
These are the fruits of This Great Henry's Raigne.
Who lou'd not Him, neuer beheld his browes,
Who knew his Fortunes, must admire his Prowes,
Who feard him not, His greatnes did offend,
Who weend Him to beguile, his Wisdom kend:
Who durst displease Him, knew his mercies store;
Who durst not speak, his mildnes did ignore.
Who knew his Fortunes, must admire his Prowes,
Who feard him not, His greatnes did offend,
Who weend Him to beguile, his Wisdom kend:
Who durst displease Him, knew his mercies store;
Who durst not speak, his mildnes did ignore.
1089
Who waileth not his Death, knew not his Life,
Glory of His and Others Enuie rife,
Incomparable, Admirable Prince,
Excelling all th'old Heroes Excellence.
For, His true Story shall their Fables shame:
Inimitable Life, Illimitable Fame.
Glory of His and Others Enuie rife,
Incomparable, Admirable Prince,
Excelling all th'old Heroes Excellence.
For, His true Story shall their Fables shame:
Inimitable Life, Illimitable Fame.
O French-men, stop not yet your weeping flood:
This Prince for you hath lauisht oft his blood.
O! be not niggards of your Tears expence,
(Vaile heer, my Verse, do Anne a reuerence;
Rare Anne that shames the rarest wits of Ours,
Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers).
This Prince for you hath lauisht oft his blood.
O! be not niggards of your Tears expence,
(Vaile heer, my Verse, do Anne a reuerence;
Rare Anne that shames the rarest wits of Ours,
Her diuine Stances furnish thee these Flowers).
The Heauens may giue vs all Prosperities,
Sustain our State, remooue our miseries;
But cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame:
In extreame Euills remedies extreame.
Restore our King, quick shall our Ioyes recouer:
Els, neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer.
Sustain our State, remooue our miseries;
But cannot dry vp our Tears bitter streame:
In extreame Euills remedies extreame.
Restore our King, quick shall our Ioyes recouer:
Els, neuer look our Sorrowes should giue-ouer.
Each-where our Grief finds matter to augment it,
His Names remembrance doth each-where present it,
His famous Gests do busie euery Sort,
Some tell his Warres, others his Works report.
Others his Fauours past, glad-sad deplore;
Then, not to mourn, is not to mind Him more.
His Names remembrance doth each-where present it,
His famous Gests do busie euery Sort,
Some tell his Warres, others his Works report.
Others his Fauours past, glad-sad deplore;
Then, not to mourn, is not to mind Him more.
Ah! must we liue, and see so sodain dead
The Life that late our Liues inspirited?
Strike saile my Soule, let's put into the Port,
While Henry liu'd 'twas good to liue (in sort):
But let vs after: sith Hee's reft of breath,
Desire of Life is now farre worse then Death.
The Life that late our Liues inspirited?
Strike saile my Soule, let's put into the Port,
While Henry liu'd 'twas good to liue (in sort):
But let vs after: sith Hee's reft of breath,
Desire of Life is now farre worse then Death.
Sorrow, with vs doth both lie-downe and rise,
Wrinkles our Browes, withers our Cheeks and Eyes:
We shun what-euer might our Griefs allay,
We wish the Night, w'are weary of the Day,
Night brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade,
And euen hir Colour seems for Mourning made.
Wrinkles our Browes, withers our Cheeks and Eyes:
We shun what-euer might our Griefs allay,
We wish the Night, w'are weary of the Day,
Night brings sad Silence with her horrid Shade,
And euen hir Colour seems for Mourning made.
Extreamest Woes yet are with Time ore-past,
Riuers of Teares are dryed vp at last:
But neuer Ours; Our, euer fresh shall flow:
We defie Comforts, We'll admit no mo,
Nor seek them, but as Alchimy profound
Seekes that which is not, or which is not found.
Riuers of Teares are dryed vp at last:
But neuer Ours; Our, euer fresh shall flow:
We defie Comforts, We'll admit no mo,
Nor seek them, but as Alchimy profound
Seekes that which is not, or which is not found.
Who, from the Ocean, Motion can recall,
Heat from Fire, Void from Aire, Order from All,
From Lines their Points, from Iris all her Dyes,
Perils from Seas, from Numbers Vnities,
Shadowes from Bodies, Angles from the Square,
May free our Hearts from Grief, our Mindes from Care.
Heat from Fire, Void from Aire, Order from All,
From Lines their Points, from Iris all her Dyes,
Perils from Seas, from Numbers Vnities,
Shadowes from Bodies, Angles from the Square,
May free our Hearts from Grief, our Mindes from Care.
1090
He must be hart-less that is smart-less found:
The Soule that is not Wounded with This wound,
Most brutish, hath no humane Reason in't:
There is no brest of Steel, no heart of Flint,
But must be-mone so great a King, so slain.
Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so taine?
The Soule that is not Wounded with This wound,
Most brutish, hath no humane Reason in't:
There is no brest of Steel, no heart of Flint,
But must be-mone so great a King, so slain.
Who would not waile a Gally-slaue so taine?
Let vs no more name Hevryes, Kings of France.
Death with two Kniues, and with one shiuer'd Lance,
Hath kild Three Henry's: one at Iousts (in iest):
Th'other in's Closet; in's Caroche, the best:
So, Three King Richards, and Fiue Other, cry,
Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie.
Death with two Kniues, and with one shiuer'd Lance,
Hath kild Three Henry's: one at Iousts (in iest):
Th'other in's Closet; in's Caroche, the best:
So, Three King Richards, and Fiue Other, cry,
Some fatal Secret in some Names doth lie.
What worse Disastre can you haue behinde,
To threaten France? O Destinies vnkinde!
What greater Mischief can your Malice bring?
So good a Father reft, so great a King?
What will you more? sith we no more can hope
For any Good that with This Ill may cope.
To threaten France? O Destinies vnkinde!
What greater Mischief can your Malice bring?
So good a Father reft, so great a King?
What will you more? sith we no more can hope
For any Good that with This Ill may cope.
This noble Spirit doth to his Spring re-mount,
This Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount,
This Atomie to's Vnity vnites,
This Star returns to the first Light of Lights,
This Ray reuerts where first it light did take:
And mortall wounds, This Prince immortall make.
This Bounties Flood retireth to his Fount,
This Atomie to's Vnity vnites,
This Star returns to the first Light of Lights,
This Ray reuerts where first it light did take:
And mortall wounds, This Prince immortall make.
Fare-well sole Honour of all earthly Kings,
Fare-well rare Prince for All kinde Managings,
Fare-well Great Henry, Heav'ns and Natures Gem,
Fare-well bright Star of Kings, Glories great Beam,
Fare-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde:
Fare-well false Hope, fortune, and Court vnkinde.
Fare-well rare Prince for All kinde Managings,
Fare-well Great Henry, Heav'ns and Natures Gem,
Fare-well bright Star of Kings, Glories great Beam,
Fare-well sole Mortall that I keep in minde:
Fare-well false Hope, fortune, and Court vnkinde.
Heer, lest Obliuion should vsurp her roome,
FAME writes in Gold, These Lines vpon thy Toomb.
This Prince, vn-Peerd for Clemency and Courage,
FAME writes in Gold, These Lines vpon thy Toomb.
Iustly Sur-nam'd, the Great, the Good, the Wise,
Mirror of Future, Miracle of Fore-Age;
One short Mis-hap for-euer Happifies.
FINIS.
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