A FUNERAL ELEGY.  
LONDON, Printed for Thomas Harper. 1625.   

A FUNERAL ELEGY, UPON THE MUCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THE Trespuissant and unmatchable King, King JAMES, King of Great Britain, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith.  
Who to the universal sorrow of the Princes his Allies, his own Kingdoms and people, expired the 27. of March, Anno 1625. In the year of his reign 23.  
Written by Thom. Heywood.  
Tibul. Lib. 5. Eleg. 2. Non ego firmus in hoc non hac patentia nostro 〈◊〉: frangit fortui corda dolour.  
LONDON, Printed for Thomas Harper.  
1625.   

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE, EDWARD EARL OF Worcester, Lord of Chepstoll, Ragland and Gower, etc. Knight of the most Noble Order of the Garter, Lord 〈◊〉 Seal, and one of the Kings most Honourable 〈◊〉 C●…fort.  
THe continuance of your favours, and necessity of my duty (Right Honourable) as having been the unchanged Patron of all my weak and unperfect labours, that have been published even from the first to the last, have compelled me (bowsoever troublesome to your more serious and weighty designs) to make this affectionate presentment of my long service (and yet still due to your Lordship) in these mourning papers. Assuring myself that you, who rejoiced in so incomparable a King's life, will not refuse to ●…rtaine this sad Elegic of his death. For even amongst the greatest 〈◊〉 best; of their virtues this is nor held the teast to have bec●… compossionate and heart-sad, for the lamented loss of our so gracious and so good a King, whose wisdom and his the whole earth not equal Account at ●…seech your Lordship is your 〈◊〉 grace and clemency this solemno Obsequy performed to Him and obliged affection, celebrated to you, wishing you as many happy future joys, as for King 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 been, or shall hereafter be wept Funeral tears.  
 
 
Thomas Heywood.   

To the sad Reader.  

TO thee; (Compa●… Reader) 〈◊〉 I pay  
My lost of Duties at this Bayall●… 〈◊〉  
(For best of●… 〈◊〉 better) give me jeame  
Some thing to speak, which (I intraint) recaine  
With as prepared, and well-dissasta 〈◊〉  
As it is freely to thy   

I have observed, and still me thinker I see  
Beneath this goodly and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Tree,  
(Now ruined and  
Under his shadow,  
By his protection cheered and kept alive,  
Their growth and beauties multiply and thrive,  
Swelled with increase, their boughs on him depending,  
Laden with ripe fruits to the ground even bending,  
Hath shadowed from the Winter's bleak extremes,  
And (in the Summer) the Sun's scorching beams.   

Yet this fair Dodon Oak, late all-commanding,  
Hath in his mighty ruin left them standing:  
And not (as we 〈◊〉 seen) great buildings fall  
Crushing and   

Now  
bettered to this day by his former graces:  
Others by transplantation; higher reared,  
And to more eminence in Court preferred:  
(Excepting still those 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
That sought to suit his favours with their merits)  
Since some 〈◊〉 ●…rrely by him 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
To such great worth and goodness 〈◊〉  
Rites due and needful, as  
For such a royal Patriot fr●… 〈◊〉 came.  
Excuse me even the weakest if I (〈◊〉  
Not known to him) that only from him grow  
To others profit;  
Yet never tasted of his   

And this (〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Reader) 〈◊〉,  
Now if thou please, to tears prepare thine eyes.    

A Funeral Elegy.  

DOubly at once despoiled, where shall I borrow  
T'express one private grief, a twofold sorrow?  
Oh thou of all the nine, the saddest Muse,  
Whose Invocation I of force must use,  
Give me direction, in what Funeral strain  
A Subject may a Sovereign's loss complain.  
It were too little should we weep whole Seas,  
And sigh huge tempests, what alas could these?  
Or could we to ourselves assume a power  
To drop upon the earth a greater mowte  
Than made the general deluge, 'twere too small  
Sufficiently to weep his Funeral.   

Let the Gangetick shores their Emperors boast,  
Or where Chiaspes is renowned most.  
Let Tanais speak of Princes near it bred;  
Let Granicus, that of Darius' dead  
Keeps memory: or such as crown the style  
Of Potentates, bred by the River Nile:  
Sca●…der show thy worths; or thou Rind  
Thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or fair Tiber thine  
(The all 〈◊〉 Caesar's.) Let that stood  
That in the greatest compotence 〈◊〉 stood  
For Ancestry, that flows through France or Spain,  
They for priority shall 〈◊〉 in vain:  
Since about the●… or thy London's, Thames.  
Hath been ma●… glorious by the great King JAMES.   

He than the Romans with the Greeks compared,  
And punctually their amplitudes declared,  
Of such as werain veriucs anteoelling:  
Their greatness and their goodness paralleling,  
Though in his search of Annals he might find  
Matches, and likes, in fortunes, and in mind  
For justice, Mercy, Bounty, Wisdom, Glory,  
Or for what else could dignisie a Story,  
Observes no equal, to Him mourned here,  
Who as he lived, so died without compeer.  
For sound in struction and wise document,  
He might have been a remarked precedent  
To th'Sages of whose memory even Greece  
Is proud to this day more than of their Fleece,  
For what by any of them hath boene done 
●…on Dorot.   
Like to his gift bequeathed unto his Son?  
Had grave Hartenfius in his time so Famed,  
Or Cicero by some (before him) named  
Herd his smooth ●…oquence, which was 〈◊〉,  
But their●…, 〈◊〉 laboure●… and premoditante,  
They would have 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 (as forhemring)  
To give his Languages delightful hearing.  
The Academics both his fluence praise,  
And worthily did laurtace him with Bays.   

In Parliaments phat were by him acci●…ed,  
Where then the members with the head vinted  
Sat in delibe●… 〈◊〉, 〈◊〉  
Of pol●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉, and deep designet of State,  
You might observe them in his words inelining  
As to an Oracle: He still diuming  
Nothing but ●…mmongo●…: did beb●… speak,  
The wisest there, to him to 〈◊〉, foemed weak;  
His apprehensions, and concepcious growing  
Like Hydra's heads; for with continual flowing,  
Conceirbogot conceit, (by all admired)  
As still in course, and yet at no time tired.  
No phrase but was an Apotheg●… Inn●…  
New, and unwearied to bego●…  
Nothing that slipped him, but to be enrolled  
By pens of Diamonds, in rich leaves of Gold.   

But whether this so said 〈◊〉 deprivation  
Be for the many sin●…es of this our Nation,  
Or for our great Ingratituds, not estimating  
So great a blessing inther underrating  
This gem beneath his value, as possessed  
Of mighty wealth (like Misers) nay the best,  
Yet in this height of fullness, did not 〈◊〉 it  
To others good, but in ourselves abuse it;  
Or to what else our loss we may impute  
" This all-good-speaking Oracles are mute,  
Yet have his virtues in their last bequest  
Departing to his everlasting rest,  
To recompense the silence of that tongue,  
Which might have still his own deserving song  
Behind him left, to all succeeding days,  
Myriad of pens and tongues to sound his praise.   

I only yet speak to y●… how he spoke;  
But of his actions who shall notice take,  
Shall find them (if they but consider well)  
(As far as good works, good words) to excel  
His Machination●… 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 common things,  
Leaving a precedent to after Kings,  
Of which he only, and alone might boast,  
" That seeming to do least, he still did most.   

The King of Peace this King did imitate,  
Who planting it in our domestic state  
Did labour it in others remote hence,  
Sparing therein, not counsel nor expense,  
But so his purpose to his Saviour's suited,  
Who the command of peace first instituted,  
Knowing no better precedent to find.  
He where he left us, left his peace behind.   

Yet as the couchant Lion, when he lies  
Down to repose and rest, ne'er shuts his eyes;  
He, the like providence about him kept,  
And still waked for us, when he seeming slept;  
For when whole Christendom was up in Arms  
Frighting the fearful Subject with alarms.  
Nations distracted; even the great'st ability  
Of the most potent, weakened with hostility:  
Drums each where thundering, & the Canon roaring,  
Proud victory 'tween doubtful battles soaring,  
While horrid war, in his extremest of rage,  
Filled both the streets and fields with blood and strage;  
How have these late afflicted Kingdoms wondered  
To see us in our blessed Goshen sondered  
As freed from Egypt's plagues, no way distressed,  
Yet they with all calamities oppressed.  
Ruins attending them; on us, increase  
Still multiplied by this fair King of peace.   

Wherefore should I thus labour to commend  
Him, whose renown is dateless without end,  
Subject to no expression; their least strain  
Not within compass of the pen or brain,  
Scarce dare I further in his praise proceed.  
Being a project that in me doth breed  
Amazement only; as so far above  
My weak performance, that the more I love,  
The more I fear, for as a moderate light  
Comforts the eye, and benefits the sight,  
But view the Sun in's glory, and we find  
That his more perfect lustre strikes us blind;  
'Tis each t'apply; His worth being so divine  
In all respects, and so defective mine,  
Yet shall my love so far outstrip my fear,  
Rather to dare, then break abruptly here.   

Ere I proceed, let me a little borrow  
Space to collect myself, high drowned in sorrow.   

Beware the Ides of March; 'twas a prediction  
To him that had the whole World's jurisdiction,  
julius, the first of Caesar's, who declined  
Just in the hour that was before divined.  
In th'Ides of March the blessed Eliza fell,  
The famous Mother of our Israel.  
In March Queen Anne, a Princess much admired  
(As much lamented in her death) expired.  
Now lastly in these ominous Ides of March  
Is snatched away, our strong and glorious Arch,  
(As violently by death from us extorted)  
By whom three mighty Kingdoms were supported,  
And had he not an Atlas left behind,  
Succeeding him in potency of mind,  
In virtue, goodness, royalty of State,  
And all things, that a Son may imitate  
So great a Father in; so just, so wise,  
So rare a Phoenix, suddenly to rise  
Out of his Ashes: in a Time so small,  
We likewise had been crush beneath his fall.   

Oh ominous Month, thou didst our loss presage  
When with thy windy and obstreperous rage  
Thou vsher'dst in the Spring: yet I commend  
Thy going out, thou lest'st-ys as a friend  
And fellow mourner (as to all appears)  
Parting with us in many showers of Tears,  
In strange varieties of stormy weather,  
Snow, rain, hail, winds; and in all these together  
Weeping and sighing. But (O King) t'attend thee,  
How many Noble servants did death send thee  
As harbingers before to view the place,  
Where thou art anchored now, the land of Grace?  
Richmond and Lenox Duke, whose memory was 
Loabwi●… 〈◊〉 Duke of Rubmmond and ●…my.   
Worthy to be engraved in Iron or Brass  
For his inimitable modesty,  
And what doth grace even Prince's honesty,  
Integrity of life, nay every Thing  
That might become a kinsman to a King.  
It was the noble Earl of Dorsets' task 
The Earl of Dwset.   
To make one likewise in this doleful mask,  
And much more cause we should have still to need him,  
Had he not left behind here to succeed him  
So brave a brother, one so good, so wise  
In all true Noblesse, him to equalise.  
Then Lenox Duke, a brother him succeeding 
The Lord 〈◊〉 Duke of Lenox.   
(Alike endowed) as of one birth and breeding;  
In this the partial sisters were too blame  
To take him hence so soon as give him name:  
Now Duke, now dead, stooping to th'earth his knee  
Ere he could well express what he would be. 
Charles Earl of Nottingham   
Then Nottingham a Pilot, who did steer  
England's once dreaded Navy many a year;  
Who though he cut his cable ere he died,  
Brought here his Ships in a fair Port to ride.  
Henry, Southamptons' Earl, a Soldier proved; 
Henry Earl of Southampton.   
Dreaded in war, and in mild peace beloved.  
Oh give me leave a little to resound  
His memory, as most in duty bound,  
Because his servant once. His worth expressed  
Can no way be detraction to the rest.   
HENRY WRIOTHESLY Earl of Sowth-Hampton.  
His Anagram.  
Thy Honour is worth all praise.  

A short Elegy upon the ANAGRAM.  

THy Honour's worth all praise: 'tis true, the same,  
By which we Anagram matise thy name,  
(Thrice Noble Henry) which, let me define  
And first show wherefore Honour, next, why Thine;  
Last from thy Ashes urn, to build and raise  
A Monument to prove it, worth All praise.   

If only that bare honour here were meant  
Which Heraldry allows thee from descent,  
And only that inherent, understood  
Which lineally Nobilitates the blood,  
It ranks thee equal with the great'st of Peers,  
Deriving thee from long forgotten years.   

But that's thy least (though some affect it most,  
(Of that which is not ours, why should we boast?)  
The noble seeds in our forefather's swoon,  
May well be termed our Grandsires, not our own;  
But happy those, their Ruins can repair,  
And husband still, their Names from heir to heir;  
Wriothesley was such, in all things striving  
To gain a Name, by Arts, and Arms: surviving  
Beyond all Marble, which at this time weeps  
Upon the bed where now this worthy sleeps.   

Cambridge, thy pupillage; thy youth, the Court,  
And singularity that can best ●…opprt:  
Of thy brave valour Ireland witness can,  
Writing thee Soldier, even as soon as Man.  
And what as native was in thee begon,  
Thy valour left success●… to thy Son 
The Lord 〈◊〉 oath fly son to the Earl Hen y   
Let Belgia mourn with us a double loss,  
Your gold repured thence, you have left them dross.   

Let me look back again to Ireland; where  
Me thinks I see thee a brave Chevaleere,  
Commanding others, and so far extend  
Thy worth; as only to be termed the friend  
Of Noble Essex: such thy friendship was, 
Robert Dt●…ax Earl of Essex.   
Deserving to be charactered in Brass  
And ever read: shrield with a stentor's breath,  
'Twixt you it lived, and parted not in death.   

Thy patience in thy troubles thousands sing,  
Thy innocence, the goodness of the King  
Crowned at's inauguration; whose free grace  
Suited thy merits both with gifts and place;  
And thou whose wisdom seemed obscured but late,  
Thought worthy to be Councillor of State,  
And honoured with the Garie●…: we fuide then  
Kings through the breast, see more than common men.  
Religion, which becomes a Statesman best,  
Was in thy bosom planted, and irop●…est  
Without all schism or faction, charity,  
Devotion, bounty, noble courtesy,  
Which many (swelled and puft with Title) scorn,  
These did thy other virtues much adorn.   

Thy breast of all these jewels was the Mine,  
Marks of true Honour all: And all these Thine.  
And since their number far exceeds thy days,  
I thus conclude, Thy Honours worth all praise.   

Next him the Noble Hammelton; a Man, 
The Mirqueste of Him●….   
Whom, let detraction do the worst it can,  
With no despiteful calumny can brand,  
A mighty prop and collume of the Land,  
Whose death so much lamented well approves  
Him dennisoned in all the people's loves;  
Nor was there ever any Northern Peer  
Better deserved, or more bewailed here.   

From these I now descend unto the last 
Sir 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lord Belsalt.   
That followed them in death, the Lord Belfast,  
A Soldier and a Counsellor of War,  
Who though he went where no such turmoils are,  
The Fates thought fit to send him, as forerunning  
To tell the Saints, the King of peace was coming.   

Now thou most gracious and all dreaded power,  
To whom ten thousand years are as one hour,  
And ages less than Instants, that in measure  
Dost spare or punish: If thy heavenly pleasure  
So think it fit (but yet thy will be done)  
Spare thou the rest still to attend his Son.   

How may we best consider this great cross,  
So many lands lament, unless the loss  
We rate at highest: and to undertake  
That task, it were impossible: To make  
Value of lands we may, of gold, of treasures,  
jewels, and Honour, nay of wealth and pleasures,  
Set a full price of our own lives we may,  
And how much we esteem them. Nay even they  
That enjoy Sceptres, Crowns, and Kingly state,  
May their great glories and abundance rate,  
But never Him: All these, man may enjoy,  
Which if he lose, it can but one destroy;  
But this privation is so general,  
(As if all were but one, it toucheth all.)   

Oh Royal Sir, beneath whose potent sway,  
So many Kingdoms peaceably obey:  
How deep it wounds each loyal subject's breast,  
To think upon your loss above the rest;  
T' imagine you sit mourning 'mongst your Peers,  
Yourself heart-sad, their eyes all glazed in tears:  
Let all their eyes unto their own hearts turn,  
And weep to think that you have cause to mourn.  
Yet why should the least sorrow touch thy heart,  
That the sole hope of many millions art?  
Or wherefore should the least offensive brine,  
With their salt watery drops moist those fair Eyes?   

Yet Nature will have course, Kings and Kings Sons  
Must all obey to passion; for it runs  
Through every vein, and with internal zeal,  
Despite the breast, it from the heart can steal  
Sighs and sad throbs, norspares it Prince's eyes,  
But even from them, draws tears at obsequies;  
But let not one of my weak parts possessed,  
Dare search the sorrows of a Kingly breast.   

Now ere that you your moistened cheeks can dry,  
The news (for still bad tidings swiftest fly)  
As far as Holland will artive, and there  
Who can express the sorrow shall appear,  
To see a great King's daughter in her pride 
The L●…die 〈◊〉.   
Of Love and Beauty, and by her fair side  
Her hopeful Issue (pretty Infants playing)  
They, as not capable of her dismaying,  
Or what themselves have lost; but when they spy  
Her change of looks, with a pearle-dropping eye  
Distracted, and confused, (For who can blame  
Strange ecstasies in her, to hear such fame)  
Those little souls for company to weep,  
To see her fall, those tears she cannot keep.  
What heart so obdure in all her Princely train,  
At this sad sight will not in self complain?  
Making the soul within the bosom melt,  
Be't but to see the pangs that she hath felt.   

Amidst this doleful Choir, next to behold  
The Princely Pfaltzgrave, unto whom it's told 
Fre●… 〈◊〉 P. Psalizgr●…   
The cause by this, in whose heroic brow  
You may like passion read, perplexed now,  
Whether in his stayed thoughts to comfort theirs,  
Or add to grief with his own sighs and tears,  
Me thinks I see both in his looks prepared,  
But which shall first break forth, to guess 'tis hard.  
Me thinks I hear the passionate Lady cry,  
Oh what a loss King Charles hath, and what I;  
What England, Scotland, Ireland, and what All,  
Suruiving his lamented Funeral.   

Oh you his joy, the Peers selected pleasure  
Offorraigne Climes, the praise of ours a Treasure,  
On whom your Maker hath his bounty showed,  
And Heaven with all choice graces hath endued;  
Whom even the Angel's love, and men admire,  
Made up with what perfection can desire  
From Earth or Heaven: your health and beauty spare,  
He sainted lives, his virtues crowned are.  
The whilst we daily of high Heaven importune,  
You may increase in grace and blessed fortune:  
Prove thou a Prophet, Muse, say 'tis decreed,  
All Christendom may flourish in your seed:  
And excellent Pfaltzgrave, may your loves persever,  
That these our Nations may admire you ever,  
Diurnally augment, but not decline,  
Till Heaven that gave you us, make you divine.   

But doth not Denmark think I do't some wrong,  
T' have stayed you in the Netherlands so long,  
Not to take view of the great sadness there,  
The blacks they both in hearts and habits wear: 
Christerne K. of Denmark. Duict esse of San●…, Ducctetle of Binns●…cte, the King's sisters.   
Excuse me, Mighty Christerne, if for haste,  
To come to thee, I almost had o'erpast  
Two Princely German Ladies, both like near,  
T'expired Queen Anne, and to thyself as dear.  
But on their griefs why should I further dwell,  
Since I have only a sad tale to tell.  
And through the world there is no place assigned,  
Where for the present I can comfort find;  
For he that to a sorrowful heart shall come,  
And without comfort, had as good be dumb:  
To search a desperate wound, and have no skill,  
In stead of curing he as soon may kill.  
Where others grieve, and I myself complain,  
Seeking to ease, I shall but add to pain.  
Then better to be silent●…: be't not yet  
Offensive, if I loath am to forget,  
(Oh Mars-slarred Denmark) your fraternal love 
A memory of Queen Anne.   
To our deceased Queen Anne, now shrined above,  
When hath it often, nay scarce once been seen,  
So great a King, to see a sister Queen,  
And for no other reason, but to please  
His eye with her bright glory, twice the Seas  
T'have crossed with danger: his Majestic state,  
Safety and ease, leaving, to tempt his fate  
Against tempests, gusts, and the swollen surges wrath,  
Nay all the fearful terrors Neptune hath:  
Not all the Ocean's frownings and affrights  
Could stay him from th'enticements and delights  
He took in her sweet sight: Whirlwinds nor wrack,  
No fear of surge or billow kept him back:  
All these expressed his love; but for Queen Anne,  
His Sister's death, his sad laments who can?  
My weakness I confess, and therefore leave it  
To some that can more feeling passion give it,  
And come unto her gratitude, whom Spite,  
Nor Envy can accuse; She to requite  
His magnitude of love, (to give it name  
To all posterity, and whence it came,)  
Her Palace, which to her great charge and cost,  
She then repaired, as there delighting most,  
With goodly structures beautified and walled,  
Late Somerset, now Denmark House is called.   

Do but observe (I entreat) one thing with me,  
To show the love and unanimity  
Betwixt our Royal King, and blessed Queen,  
What more remarked a precedent hath been?  
As if the heavens to show his love unto her,  
And that in death (again) he meant to woe her,  
Have so ordained, that though he died romoce,  
Some miles from hence (not all unworthy note) 
  
Even to the very place by death assigned her,  
His breathless corpse, as hoping there to find her,  
Should be conuered; whether at his bequest,  
Or that th'mscrutable powers so thought it best,  
I'm ignorant; yet this assured I am,  
She went from Denmark house, he thither came.  
From thence (as in one Temple they were wedded)  
So in one place to be together bedded:  
But into foreign Countries I was grown  
So far, that I had nigh forgot mine own;  
As if we had not Country, Court, and City,  
All to b'included in this mournful ditty;  
Therefore in this grioued synod I comprise  
The poor, the rich, the ignorant, the wise,  
The Noble, base, the Citizen, the Swain,  
Who all (and all aronce) his loss complain.   

But were their grid●… like yours, thrice Noble Sir,  
In whose more sad view, this sad character  
I give to safe protection, it would move  
M●…ble or Adamant, or what's above  
These in relentlosse hardness, Corsic stone,  
Flint, Iron, Copper, Steel, or that which none  
Can parallel in's kind, and nothing but  
Itself can work to beauty, mould, or cut,  
The Diamond; could it partake your passion,  
'Twere possible even that to frame and fashion  
Just as the fire doth wax; nay, which is more,  
Even drop it into Tears: you did adore  
His state and maiostie, for by his grace,  
You stood before him in high eminent place.  
But loath at this sad season should I be,  
To put you (honoured Sir) in memory  
Too much of that, of which so much your breast  
Is to your more infirinity possessed.  
Our general comfore is, he's but translated  
From earth to heavon, where he is now instated.  
His peaceful soul hath given his foes the foil,  
Death where's thy sting, & Hell where's now thy spoil?   

What should I now, having the greatest past,  
Dwell on tholester? they may weep as fast,  
Though not so fully, for the greater far  
The persous be, the greater their griofes are:  
Pause 〈◊〉 a while, his funerals to deploce,  
Some other (that can better) praise him more.    

A short Consolatory Elegy, alluding to the happy and blessed succession, of the hopeful and most Royal CHARLES the first King of England styled by that name.  

SVnshines succeed black tempests, calms a storm;  
The Heavens that in themselves have uniform,  
Mix cares with pleasures, joys with discontent,  
As if (to moralise) they thus much meant,  
Presume on nothing; Things incertain are,  
Nor (in thy most dejectedness) despair.  
Long tedious fasts in men consumptions breed,  
Continual surfeits make us loath to feed:  
That we may both digest with more facility,  
They have ordained the Lady Mutability  
To soveraignize on earth, as merely sent  
To tell us that there's nothing permanent.  
Sickness attends on health, a fall on pride;  
Again, there is no ebb but hath a tide.  
All this th' inconstant Moon can teach us plain,  
Growing to th' Full, declining in her wain:  
The heart of man doth still affect variety,  
And yet in nothing can it find satiety;  
There's emptiness, and fullness; Flux, and waste;  
Yet (Man) in neither thou assurance hast;  
Rest follows labour, Day succeedeth Night,  
And now my black page I will change to white.   

The Kingly Prophet; who the Psalms compiled,  
Left us a pres'dent, mourning for his child,  
Who ●…oulst the ●…ufaut on his deathbed lay,  
Was grovelling on the earth, did fast and pray,  
But after seveu days, when he saw hope past,  
That his (so much beloved) had breathed his last,  
He that had all that time abstained from meat,  
From his teare-watred couch, arose and ear:  
Being asked the reason, the wise King replied,  
I had some hope of mercy, till it died,  
By prayer and fast his weakness to restore,  
But now in vain I should lament him more.   

By humane power, I never heard or read  
Sackcloth and ashes could revive the dead;  
But as He instantly persuaded sorrow  
From all such eyes as teanes from his did borrow;  
So our King's obsequies performed and done,  
Cast eyes of joys on his successive son.  
The bitter sadness I before pursued,  
Thus with the tragic Poet I conclude;   

— Tibi crescit omne,  
Et quod occasus vides & quod ortus, 
.   
Paree venturis, Tib●… Mors par●…  
Sis licet segnis propiramus ipst  
Prima qua vitam dedit Horacarpsit.    

An Acrostic upon the most happy Inauguration of CAROLUS JACOBUS STVARTUS our dread Lord and Soucraigne.  

C harles james succeeds King james in his true Right,  
I n Majesty, Globe, Sceptre, Sword, and Crown.  
A Royal Son, to give great Kingdom's light,  
A fter his Fathers set, and going down;  
R adiant and shooting far, may his beams fly,  
C ompassing Lands where Britain's name scarce heard;  
O for all civil States, remote, or nigh;  
O for all Seas may his great power be feared:  
Long may his growing glories amongst us last,  
B lest with a fortunate Nestorian Reign.  
V ertue; in which his Father all surpassed,  
V nchanged a Legacy with him remain.  
S hold I all panegyries put in one,  
S such as of th'ancient Heroes have been writ,  
S ure it might be conferred on him alone;  
T ruth tells me he so truly merits it;  
V aliditie of body, Heaven long send him,  
A rmour of proof, protect him from Invasion.  
R eligion, zeal, and piety defend him,  
T oh guard and guide him upon blessed occasion.  
V unto my King I dedicate this Oad,  
S ince in his breast all virtues have abode.    
FINIS.