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The noble Henry
 
 
 
 
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The noble Henry

Vpon the death of the lord Mautrauers, out of doctor Haddons latine.

The noble Henry, he, that was the lord Mautrauers named:
Heyr to the house of thArundels, so long a time now famed:

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Who from Fitzalens doth recount discent of worthy race,
Fitzalens, earls of hye estate, men of a goodly grace:
Whom his renowmed father had seen florish, and excell,
In arms, in arts, in witt, in skill, in speaking wonders well:
Whose yeres, to timely vertue had, and manly grauenesse caught:
With soden ruine is downfalln, and into ashes braught:
While glory his coragious hert enflames to trauail great:
And, in his youthly brest ther raigns an ouerferuent heat.
The perelesse princesse, Mary quene, her message to present,
This Britan lord, as one moste meet, to Cesars broother sent.
On coursing steeds hee rids the waye: in ship hee fleeteth fast:
To royall Cesars court he comes, the payns, and perils past:
His charge enioynd perfourmeth hee, attaind exceeding prayse:
His name, and fame so fully spred, it dures for afterdayes.
But lo, a feruent feeuer doth, amid his triumphs, fall:
And, with hertgripyng greef, consumes his tender lyms and all.
O rufull youth, thy helth too far forgot, and too much heed
To countrie, and too parent yeuen: why makest thou such speed?
O, staye your self: your country so to serue dothe right require,
That often serue you may: and then, at length, succeed your sire.
But thee perchaunce it likes, thy life the price of praise to paye:
Nor deth doest dreed, where honor shines, as bright, as sonny day.
Certesse no greater glory could, than this, to thee betide:
Though Ioue, six hundred yeres, had made thy fatall thread abide
Of iourneys, and of trauails huge the cause thy country was:
Thy funerall to honour, forth great Cesars court gan passe.
And thus, O thus (good lord) this ymp, of heue[n] most worthy wight
His happy life with blisfull death concluded hath aright:
When, in fourt yere quene Maries raign proceeded: & what day,
Was last of Iulie moneth, the same his last took him awaye.
From yeres twise ten if you in count wil but one yere abate:
The very age then shall you finde of lord Mautrauers fate.
Likewise, was Titus Cesar hence withdrawn, in his prime yeres:
Likewise, the yong prince Edward went: and diuers other peres.
Father, forbear thy wofull tears, cease, England, too lament:
Fates fauour none, the enmie death to all alike is bent.
The onely mean, that now remains, with eloquence full fine,
Hath Shelley vsed, in setting forth this barons name diuine.
Your Haddon eke, who erst in your life time, bore you good hart,
Presenteth you this monument, of woonted zeal some part.
And now farewell: of English youth most chosen gem, farewell:
A worthyer wight, saue Edward, did in England neuer dwell.

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