Elizab●●●● quasi vivens. Eliza's Funeral. A few April drops, showered on the Hearse of dead Eliza. OR The Funeral tears of a truehearted Subject. By H.P. LONDON▪ Printed by E. Allde for M. Law, dwelling in Paul's Churchyard, near unto Saint Austin's gate 1603. To the Wor. and Courteous Gentleman M. Richard Hadersham, H. P. wisheth increase of Worship▪ and virtue. I Have (Worshipful & wise) contrary to the expectation of many, presumed to publish the formal manner of my private sorrows, for the great loss of your late deceased Lady-Mistres, & England's Sovereign. And knowing your wor. a sad and pensive mourner for so great a loss, I have made bold to shroud my tears under your sad garment, which if you deign to shadow from the heat of envy, there is no fire of malice can have power to parch them. Shroud them at your pleasure, keep them no longer than you please to mourn, which I know will be of long continuance; not that you have cause by this late change, but that the memorial of so sweet a Princes can not be suddenly buried in oblivion. God grant that the ancient saying in this barter may be verified, which is, we have changed for the better. Is it possible a better than She should succeed? but what is impossible with the Almighty? What Eliza was in her life, you know, nay the world knows her fame girdles in the earth: what her successor hath been in his Kingdom of Scotland, his subjects they know, and we have heard, which hath been much to God's glory, his country's peace and his majesties honour; Therefore since it hath pleased God to continue his wont favour towards us in blessing us his unworthy servants, with so gracious a Sovereign, adding unto his royal Crown the highest title of Majesty and earthly dignity: Grant thou most of might (Almighty King) that our dread Sovereign james the first of that name of these three united Kingdoms, England, France & Ireland, and of Scotland the sixth, may be so directed and governed by thy Almighty hand, that he may rule his several Kingdoms in peace to thy glory, reign in tranquillity Nestor's years to our comfort, and in the end, die in thy favour, to live again in glory with his aeternized Sister divine Eliza. Thus not dreading your kind acceptance of my love, I humbly take my leave. Your Worship's most obsequious: Henry Petowe. The Induction. I That obscure have wept till eyes be dry, Will teach my pen another while to weep. Obdurant hearts that they may mollify, For loss of her that now in peace doth sleep. Peace rest with her, but sorrow with my pen, Till dead Eliza doth revive again. Amongst high sp'rited Paragons of wit, That mount beyond our earthly pitch to fame, Creeps forth my Muse, ye great ones favour it, Take her not up, alas she is too tame. she'll come to hand if you but lure her to you, then use her kindly, for she'll kindly woo you. And if this Infant of mine artless brain, pass with your sweet applause as some have done, And, mean good favour of the learned gain For showering tears upon Eliza's tomb. my Muse shall hatch such breed when she's of years shall bring you comfort & dry up your tears. The last of many, yet not the least of all, Sing I a heavy dirge for our late Queen: And singing, mourn Eliza's Funeral, The Eperse of all that e'er have been. She was, she is, and evermore shall be, the blessed Queen of sweet eternity. With her in heaven remains her fame: on earth Each modern Poet that can make a verse Writes of Eliza, even at their Muse's birth. Then why not I weep on Eliza's Hearse? Somewhere in England shall my lines go sleep till England read, and (England reading) weep. Eliza's Funeral. THen withered the Primrose of delight, Hanging the head o'er sorrows garden wall: When you might see all pleasures shun the light, And live obscuer at Eliza's fall. Her fall from life to death, oh stay not there! Though she were dead, the shrill-tongued trump of heaven Raised her again, think that you see her here: Even here, oh where? not here, she's hence bereaven For sweet Eliza in Elysium lives, In joy beyond all thought. Then weep no more, Your sighing weeds put off, for weeping gives (Wailing her loss) as seeming to deplore Our future toward fortunes, morn not then: You cease a while but now you weep again. Why should a soul in passion be denied To have true feeling of her essence miss? My soul hath lost herself now deified, I needs must moan her loss, though crowned with bliss Then give me leave, for I must weep a while, Till sorrows deluge have a lower ebb, Let lamentation never find a style, To pass this dale of woe, until the web Appointed for my latest mourning weed Be spun and woven with a heavy hand. Then will I cease to weep, I will indeed, And every beating billow will withstand. 'Twill not be long before this web be spun, Died black, worn out and then my tears be done. Of April's month the eight and twentieth day▪ M. Six hundred three by computation: Is the prefixed time for sorrows stay. That past: my mourning weeds grow out of fashion. Shall I by▪ prayer hasten on the time? feign would I so, because mine eyes are dry, What cannot prayers do for souls divine, Although the bodies be mortaliitie? Divine she is for whom my Muse doth morn, Though lately mortal, now she sits on high, Glorious in heaven, thither by Angels borne, To live with them in bliss eternally. Then come fair day of joyful smiling sorrow, Since my tears dry, come happy day to morrow. Ye Heralds of my heart, my heavy groans, My tears which if they could, would shower like rain My heavy looks and all my surdging moans, My moving lamentations that complain When will you cease, or shall pain, never ceasing Seize on my heart? oh mollify your rage, Lest your assaults with over-swift increasing, Procure my death, or call on tymeles age. She lives in peace whom I do morn for so, She lives in heaven, and yet my soul laments. Since she's so happy, I'll convert my woe To present joy, turn all my languishments. And with my sorrows see the time doth waste, The day is come, and midday well-nigh past. Gaze greedy eye: note what thou dost he hold, Our horizon is of a perfect hue, As clear as crystal, and the day not old. Yet thousand blacks present them to thy view. Three thousand and odd hundred clouds appear, Upon the earthly Elament below As black as night, trampling the lower Sphere, As by degrees from place to place they go. They pass away, oh whether pass they then? Into a further climate out of sight, Like clouds they were, but yet like clouded men, Whose presence turned the day to sable night. They vanish thence, note what was after seen, The lively picture of a late dead Queen. Who like to Phoebus in his golden Car, Was the bright eye of the obscured day▪ And though her glorious progress was not far, Yet like the smiling Sun this semblance lay. Drawn in a jetty Chariot veiled with black, By four fair Palfrays that did hang the head, As if their Lady-Mistris they did lack, And they but drew the figure of the dead. Oh ye spectators which did view that sight! Say if you truly say, could you refrain, To, shed a 〈◊〉 of tears in deaths despite, That rest her hence, whom art brought back against Queen He that knew her and had Eliza seen, Would swear that figure were fair England's Fair England's Queen, even to the life though dead, Speak if I write not true, did you not cry? Cry forth amain and say, her Princely head Lay on a pillow of a crimson dye, Like a sweet beauty in a harmless slumber: She is not dead, no sure it cannot be, Thus with unlikely hopes, the vulgar number Flatter themselves (oh sweet lived flattery.) Indeed a man of judgement would have thought, Had he not known her dead (but seen her so, Triumphant drawn in robes so richly wrought, Crown on her head, in hand her Sceptre to) At this rare sight he would have sworn and said, To Parliament rides this sweet slumbering Maid. But that my warrant's sealed by truths one hand, That in her counterfeit Art did excel: I would not say that in this little land, Pygmalion's equal doth admired dwell▪ Enough of that, and now my tears are done, Since she that died lives now above the Spheres, Luna's extinct, and now behold the Sun, Whose beams soak up the moisture of all tears. A Phoenix from her ashes doth arise, A King at whose fair Crown all glory amyes. God grant his royal virtues sympathize, Which late Eliza's, so God save King james. He that in love to this says not Amen, Pray God the villain never speak again. Amen. FINIS. The order and formal proceeding at the Funeral of the most high, renowned, famous and mighty. Princess, Elizabeth of England, France and Ireland late Queen: from Whitehall to the Cathedral Church of Westminster. The 28. of April, 1603. BEfore thou read, prepare thine eyes to weep, If that thine eyes contain one liquid tear: Or if thou canst not morn fall dead in sleep, For nought but death such sorrows can outwear. 'twi'll grieve hereafter souls as yet unborn, That one soul's loss did make so many morn. Did make so many mourn? oh heavy time That brought a period to her happy life. But cruel death the fatal stroke was thine, Her loss is ours, heaven thereby gains a wise. Yet had not sin been hug'd in the arms of Pride, England had smiled and heaven lost a Bride, But now, oh now our mourning weeds are on, And many thousand blacks for her are worn: Which do demonstrate that Eliza's gone, For whose vn●imly loss so many mourn, What these sad mourners are, good reader see: And seeing read, and reading weep with me. First, Knight Marshals men to make room. Then followed 15 poor men. Next 260. poor women. Then Servants, of Gentlemen esquires, & Knights. Two Porters. Four Trumpeters. Rose, Pursuivant at Arms. Two Sergeants at Arms. The Standard of the Dragon. Two Querries leading a horse covered in black cloth. Messengers of the Chamber. Children, Of the Almondry. Children of the Woodyard. Children of the Scullery. Children and Furners of the Pastry, Scalding house, and Larder. Then followed Grooms, being: Wheat-porters. Cooper's. Wine-porters. Conducts in the Bakehouse. bell-ringer. Maker of spice-bags Cart-takers, chosen by the board Long Carts. Cart-takers. Of the Almery. Of the Stable. Woodyard. Scullery. Pastrye. Scalding-house. Poultry. Catery. boiling-housing. Larder. kitchen. Lawndrie. Ewerye. Confectionarye. Waferye. Chaundrye. Pitcher-house. Butterye. Seller. Pantrye. Bakehouse. Countinghouse. Then, noblemen's and Ambassadors servants. and, Grooms of the Chamber. Four Trumpeters. Blewemantle. A Sergeant at Arms. The Standard of the Greyhound Two Querries leading a Horse. Yeomen: being Servitors in the Hall. Cart-takers. Porters. Almonrye. Herbengers. Woodyard. Scullery. Pastrye. Poultry & Scalding-house. Purveyors of the Poultry. Purveyors of the Acatrie. Stable. Boiling house. Larder. kitchen. Ewerye. Confectionarye. Waferye. Purueyer of the Wax. Tallow-Chandler. Chaundrye. Pitcher-house. Brewers. Buttery. Purveyors. Seller. Pantrye. Garneter. Bakehouse. Countinghouse. Spicerye. Chamber. Robes. Wardrobe. Earls and Countesses servants. Four Trumpeters. Portcullis. A Sergeant at Arms. The Standard of the Lyon. Two Querries leading a horse trapped with black velvet. Sergeant of the Vestry. Gentlemen of the Chapel in Copes, having the Children of the Chapel in the middle of their company, in surplices, all of them singing. Clerks. Deputy Clerk of the market. Clerks extraordinary. Cofferer. Diet. M. Cook for the household. Pastry. Larder. Scullerye. Woodyard. Poultry. Bakehouse. Acatrie. Stable. Sergeants. Gent. Harbinger. Woodyard. Scullerye. Pastrye. Caterye. Larder. Ewerie. Seller. pantry. Bakehouse. M. Cook of the kitchen. Clerks of the Equerrie. Second Clarke of the Chaundry. Third Clark of the Chaundry. Second Clark of the kitchen. Third Clark of the kitchen. Super-visors of the Dresser. Surveyor of the Dresser for the Chamber. musicans. Apothicaries. Chirurgeons. Sewers of the Hall. Martial of the Hall. Sewers of the Chamber. Groom-Porter. Gent. Ushers quarter waiters Clerk. Martial. avener. Chief Clerk of the wardrobe Chief Clerk of the kitchen. Two Clerks Controllers. Clerks of the Green-cloth. M. of the Household. Sir Henry Cock Cofferer. Rogue Dragon. A Sergeant at Arms. The Banner of Chester, Clerks of the Counsel. Clerks of the privy Seal. Clerks of the Signet. Clerks of the Parliament. Doctors of Physic. ● Chaplains. Secretaries, for the Latin▪ & French tongues. Rouge-Crosse. Two Sergeants at Arms. The Banner of Cornwall. Aldermen of London. Solicitor. Attorney. Sergeants at Law. M. of the Revels. M. of the Tents. Knight's bachelors. Lord chief Baron. Lord Chief justice, of the Common Pleas. M. of the jewell-house. Knights, which have been Ambassadors. Gentlemen Agents. Sewers for the Queen. Sewers for the body. Esquires of the body. Gent. of the privy Chamber. Gentlemen pensioners, holding their Pole-axes heads downwards, covered all with black. here Reader stay: & if thou ask me why, 'tis to entreat thee bear them company. But if th' high spirit cannot weep so low, Weep with these flowers of honour that drooping go. L 〈…〉 star. The Banner of 〈◊〉. Lord Mayor of London. Sir john Popham. Sir john Fortescue. Sir Robert Cicill▪ Principal Secretary. Controller of the household. Treasurer of the household. Masters of Requests. Agents for Venice and for the Estates. Windsor. The Banner of Ireland. Baro●●. Bishops. Earls eldest sons. Viscounts. Du 〈…〉. Earls. Marquesses. Bishop of Chichister's A 〈…〉, and 〈◊〉 at the Funeral. Lord Keeper. Archbishop of Canterbury. French Ambassador. Four Sergeants at Arms. The great embroidered Banner of England. Somerset & Richmond. York▪ helm & Crest. Chester, Target. Norrey, K. at Arms. Sword. Clarenciaux, K. at Arms. Coat. Art thou yet dry, as if thou hadst not wept? Read further then, and thou wilt force a tear. But hadst thou seen her figure as she slept, In memory, thou wouldst her semblance bear. Whose dear remembrance would so touch thy mind, That in thy passion thou no mean conda'st find. The lively picture of her majesties whole body in her Parliament robes with a Crown on her head, and a Sceptre in her hand, lying on the corpses enshrined in lead, and balmed covered with Purple-veluet: borne in a Chariot drawn by four Horses trapped in Blacke-veluet. 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 body. On Each side the 〈…〉 ble-men. Footmen. The Earl of 〈…〉 of the horse, lea 〈…〉 frey of Hono 〈…〉 Two esquires and a 〈…〉 to attend, & 〈…〉 Gentleman usher. Garter K. at Arms. The Lady Marquis of Nort. 〈…〉 〈…〉. 〈…〉 〈◊〉 Viscountesses▪ Butler 〈◊〉 Baronesses. Maids of honour of the privy Chamber. Captain of the Guard, with all the Gu●●d following 〈◊〉, & five in a rank, holding their Halberds downward. Lo here are all that in black weeds do wourne, And now methinks 〈…〉 What will thy 〈…〉 The 〈…〉 one Sun. And since that D 〈…〉 from hence bereaven, We have an other 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 by heaven, 〈…〉 so glorious shine, That after death he may be crowned divine. Amen. Vivat jacobus: Angliae, Scotiae, Franciae et Hiberniae Rex. FINIS.