AN EPICEDE OR Funeral Song: On the most disastrous Death, of the High-born Prince of Men, HENRY Prince of WALES, etc. With The Funerals, and Representation of the Hearse of the same High and mighty Prince; Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornwall and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earl of Carick, and late Knight of the most Noble Order of the GARTER. Which Noble Prince deceased at St. james, the sixth day of November, 1612. and was most Princely interred the seventh day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the Eighteenth year of his Age. LONDON: Printed by T. S. for john Budge, and are to be sold at his shop at the great south door of Paul's, and at Brittanes Burse. 1612. TO MY AFFECTIONATE, AND TRUE Friend, Mr. Henry jones. My truest Friend: THE most unvaluable and dismaifull hope of my most dear and Heroical Patron, Prince HENRY, hath so stricken all my spirits to the earth, that I will never more dare, to look up to any greatness; but resolving the little rest of my poor life to obscurity, and the shadow of his death; prepare ever hereafter, for the light of heaven. So absolute, constant, and noble, your love hath been to me; that if I should not as effectually, by all my best expressions, acknowledge it; I could neither satisfy mine own affection, nor deserve yours. Accept therefore, as freely as I acknowledge, this unprofitable sign of my love; till God blessing my future labours, I may add a full end, to whatsoever is begun in your assurance of my requital. A little, blessed, makes a great feast (my best friend) and therefore despair not, but that, out of that little, our loves always made even, may make you say, you have rather been happy in your kindness, then in the least degree, hurt. There may favours pass betwixt poor friends, which even the richest, and greatest may envy. And GOD that yet never let me live, I know will never let me die an impair to any friend. If any good, more than requital succeed, it is all yours as freely, as ever yours was mine; in which noble freedom and alacrity of doing; you have thrice done, all I acknowledge. And thus knowing, I give you little contentment, in this so far unexpected publication of my gratitude; I rest satisfied with the ingenuous discharge of mine own office. Your extraordinary and noble love and sorrow, borne to our most sweet PRINCE, entitles you worthily to this Dedication: which (with my general Love, unfeignedly protested to your whole Name and Family) I conclude you as desertful of, at my hands, as our Noblest Earl; and so ever remain Your most true poor Friend, GEO: CHAPMAN. The Hearse and Representation of our late High and Mighty HENRY Prince of Wales. etc.▪ AN EPICED, OR Funeral Song: On the most disastrous Death, of the High-born Prince of Men, HENRY Prince of WALES, etc. IF ever adverse Influence envied The glory of our Lands, or took a pride To trample on our height; or in the Eye Struck all the pomp of Principality, Now it hath done so; Oh, if ever Heaven Made with the earth his angry reckoning even, Now it hath done so. Ever, ever be Admired, and feared, that Triple Majesty Whose finger could so easily stick a Fate, Twixt least Felicity, and greatest state; Such, as should melt our shore into a Sea, And dry our Ocean with Calamity. Heaven opened, and but showed him to our eyes, Then shut again, and showed our Miseries. Expostulatio à perturbatione. O God, to what end are thy Graces given? Only to show the world, Men fit for Heaven, Then ravish them, as if too good for Earth? We know, the most exempt in wealth, power, Birth, Or any other blessing; should employ (As to their chief end) all things they enjoy, To make them fit for Heaven; and not pursue With hearty appetite, the damned crew Of merely sensual and earthy pleasures? But when one hath done so; shall straight the treasures Digged to, in those deeps, be consumed by death? Shall not the rest, that error swalloweth, Be, by the Pattern of that Masterpiece, Helped to instruct their erring faculties? When, without clear example; even the best (That cannot put by knowledge to the Test what they are taught) serve like the worst in field? Is power to force, who will not freely yield, (Being great assistant, to divine example) As vain a Pillar to thy Manly Temple? when (without perfect knowledge, which scarce one Of many kingdoms reach) no other stone Man hath to build one corner of thy Fane, Save one of these? But when the desperate wane Of power, Potentia expers sapientiae quo maior est, eo perniciosior: sapientia procul à potentia manca videtur. Plat. and of example to all good, So spent is, that one cannot turn the flood, Of goodness, 'gainst her ebb; but both must ply, And be at full to; or her stream will dry; Where shall they meet again, now he is gone Where both went foot by foot; & both were one? One that in hope, took up to topless height All his great Ancestors; his one sail, fraught With all, all Prince's treasures; he like one Of no importance; no way built upon, Vanished without the end, for which he had Such matchless virtues, & was Godlike made? Have thy best works no better cause t'express Themselves like men, and thy true Images? To toil in virtues study, to sustain (with comfort for her) want, & shame, & pain; No nobler end in this life, than a death Timeless, and wretched, wrought with less than breath? And nothing solid, worthy of our souls? Nothing that Reason, more than Sense extols! Nothing that may in perfect judgement be A fit foot for our Crown eternity? All which, thou seem'st to tell us, in this one Killing discomfort; apt to make our moan Conclude 'gainst all things, serious and good; chimera, a monster, having his head and breast like a Lion; his belly like a Goat; and tail like a Dragon. ourselves, not thy forms, but Chymaeras brood. Now Princes, dare ye boast your vigorous states That Fortune's breath thus builds and ruinates? Exalt your spirits? trust in flowery youth? Give reins to pleasure? all your humours sooth? Licence in rapine? Powers exempt from laws? Contempt of all things, but your own applause? And think your swinge to any tyranny given, Will stretch as broad, & last as long as heaven; when he that curbed with virtues hand his power his youth with continence; his sweet with sour Boldness with pious fear; his palates height Applied to health, and not to appetite; Felt timeless sickness charge; state, power to fly, And glutted Death with all his cruelty. To Death. Partial devourer ever of the best, With headlong rapture, sparing long the rest Could not the precious tears his Father shed, (That are with Kingdoms to be ransomed?) His Bleeding prayer, The Prayer of the King in the Prince's sickness. upon his knees t'implore, That if for any sin of his, Heaven tore From his most Royal body that chief Limb, It might be ransomed, for the rest of Him? Could not the sacred eyes thou didst profane In his great Mother's tears? The spiteful bane Thou pouredst upon the cheeks of all the Graces In his more gracious Sisters? The defaces (with all the Furies overflowing Galls) Cursedly fronting her near Nuptials? Could not, O could not, the Almighty ruth Of all these force thee to forbear the youth Of our Incomparable Prince of Men? whose Age had made thy Iron Fork his Pen, T'eternise what it now doth murder merely; And shall have from my soul, my curses yearly. Tyrant, what knewest thou, but the barbarous wound Thou gav'st the son, the Father might confounded? Both lived so mixedly, and were jointly One, Spirit to spirit cleft. The Humour bred In one heart, strait was with the other fed; The blood of one, the others heart did fire; The heart and humour, were the Son & Sire; The heart yet, void of humours slender'st part, May easier live, than humour without heart; The River needs the helpful fountain ever, More than the Fountain, the supplied River. Simil. As th'Iron then, when it hath once put on The Magnets quality, to the virtuous Stone Is ever drawn, and not the stone to it: Apodeses. So may the heavens, the sons Fate, not admit To draw the Fathers, till a hundred years Have drowned that Issue to him in our tears. Reditio ad Principem. Blessed yet, and sacred shall thy memory be, O-nothing-lesse-then-mortall Deity. Thy Graces, like the Sun, to all men giving; Fatal to thee in death, but kill me living. Now, as inverted, like th' Antipodes, The world (in all things of desert to please) Is fallen on us, with thee: thy ruins lie On our burst bosoms, as if from the sky The Daystar, greater than the world were driven Sunk to the Earth, and left a hole in Heaven; through which, a second deluge now pours down On our poor Earth; in which are overflown The seeds of all the sacred Virtues, set In his Spring-Court; where all the prime spirits met Of all our Kingdoms; Those that came to the Prince's service seemed (compared with the places they lived in before) to rise from death to the fields of life, intending the best part of young and noble Gentlemen. as if from the death, That in men living; baseness and rapine sheath, Where they before lived, they unwares were come Into a free, and fresh Elysium; Casting regenerate, and refined eyes On him that raised them from their graves of vice, Digged in their old grounds, to spring fresh on those That his divine Ideas did propose, First to himself; & then would form in them. Who did not thirst to plant his son near him as near the Thames their houses? what one worth Was there in all our world, that set not forth All his deserts, to Pilgrim to his favours, With all devotion, offering all his labours? And how the wild Boar, Barbarism, now will root these quicksets up? what herb shall grow, that is not sown in his inhuman tracts? No thought of good shall spring, but many acts Will crop, or blast, or blow it up: and see How left to this, The parting of the Prince's Servants. the mournful Family, Muffled in black clouds, full of tears are driven With storms about the relics of this Heaven; Retiring from the world, like Corpse's, herst Home to their graves, a hundred ways dispersed. The Prince's house an Olympus, where all contention of virtues were practised. O that this court-schoole; this Olympus merely, Where twofold Man was practised; should so early Dissolve the celebration purposed there, Of all Heroic parts, when far and near, All were resolved t'admire, None to contend, When, in the place of all, one wretched end Will take up all endeavours; Harpy gain, Non Homeri Aurea Restis Pandar to Goat, Ambition; golden Chain To true man's freedom; not from heaven let fall To draw men up; But shot from Hell to hale All men, as bondslaves, to his Turckish den, For Toads, and Adders, far more fit than men. Saint james his house. His house had well his surname from a Saint, All things so sacred, did so lively paint Their pious figures in it: And as well Richmond. His other house, did in his Name foretell what it should harbour; a rich world of parts Bonfire-like kindling, the still-feasted Arts, which now on bridles bite, and puffed Contempt Spurs to Despair, from all fit food exempt. O what a frame of Good, in all hopes raised Came tumbling down with him! as when was seized By Grecian fury, famous Ilium, Whose fall, still rings out his Confusion. What Triumphs, scattered at his feet, lie smoking! Banquets that will not down; their cherers choking, Fields fought, and hidden now, with future slaughter, Furies sit frowning, where late sat sweet laughter, The active lying maimed, the healthful crazed? All round about his Hearse? And how amazed The change of things stands! how astonished joy Wonders he ever was? yet every Toy Quits this grave loss: Rainbows no sooner taint Thin dewy vapours, which opposed beams paint Round in an instant, (at which children stare And slight the Sun, that makes them circular And so disparent) then mere gauds pierce men, Slighting the grave, like fools, and children. So courtly near plagues, sooth and stupefie And with such pain, men leave self flattery. Of which, The Prince not to be wrought on by flattery. to see him free (who stood no less Than a full siege of such) who can express His most direct infusion from above, far from the humorous seed of mortal love? He knew, His knowledge and wisdom. that justice simply used, was best, Made princes most secure, most loved, most blest No Artezan; No Scholar; could pretend, No Statesman; No Divine; for his own end Any thing to him, but he would descend The depth of any right belonged to it, Where they could merit, or himself should quit. He would not trust, with what himself concerned, Any in any kind; but ever learned Any man is capable of his own fit course and office in any thing. The grounds of what he built on: Nothing lies In man's fit course, that his own knowledge flies Either direct, or circumstantial. O what are Princes then, that never call Their actions to account, but flatterers trust To make their trial, if unjust or just? Apostrophe. Men grow so ugly by trusting flattery with their informations, that when they see themselves truly, by casting their eyes inward, they cast themselves away with their own loathing. Flatterers are household thieves, traitors by law, that rob kings honours, & their soules-bloud draw; Diseases, that keep nourishment from their food. And as to know himself, is man's chief good, So that which intercepts that supreme skill, (which Flattery is) is the supremest ill: Whose looks will breed the Basilisk in kings eyes, That by reflection of his sight, dies. * Simil. And as a Nurse labouring a wayward Child, Day, and night watching it, like an offspring wild; Talks infinitely idly to it still; Sings with a standing throat, to worse from ill; Lord-blesses it; bears with his pewks and cries; And to give it a long life's miseries, Sweetens his food, rocks, kisses, sings again; Plies it with rattles, and all objects vain: So Flatterers, with as servile childish things, Observe, & soothe the wayward moods of kings; So kings, that flatterer's love, had need to have as nurse-like councillors, & contemn the grave; Themselves as wayward, and as noisome too; Full as untuneable in all they do, As poor sick Infants; ever breeding Teeth In all their humours, that be worse than Death. How wise then was our Prince that hated these, and would with nought but truth his humour please Nor would he give a place, but where he saw One that could use it; and become a Law Both to his fortunes, and his Princes honour. Who would give fortune nought she took upon her, Not give but to desert; nor take a chance, That might not justly, his wished ends advance. His Good he joined with Equity and Truth; Wisdom in years, crowned his ripe head in youth; His heart wore all the folds of Policy, Yet went as naked as Simplicity. Knew good and ill; but only good did love; In him the Serpent did embrace the Dove. He was not curious to sound all the stream Of others acts, yet kept his own from them: " He whose most dark deeds dare not stand the light, " Begot was of imposture and the night. " Who surer than a Man, doth ends secure; " Either a God is, or a Devil sure. The Precedent of men; whom (as men can) All men should imitate, was God and man.. In these clear deeps our Prince fished troubled streams of blood & vantage challenge diadems. In sum, (knot-like) he was together put, That no man could dissolve, and so was cut. But we shall see our foul-mouthed factions spite (Marked, witchlike, with one black eye, th'other white) Open, & oppose against this spotless sun; Such heaven strike blinder than th'eclipsed moon Twixt whom and noblesse, or humanity's truth, As much dull earth lies, and as little ruth, (Should all things sacred perish) as there lies Twixt Phoebe, and the Light-fount of the skies, In her most dark delinquence: vermin right, That prey in darkness, and abhor the light; Live by the spoil of virtue; are not well But when they hear news, from their father hell Of some black mischief; never do good deed, But where it does much harm, or hath no need. What shall become of virtues far-short train, when thou their head art reached, high Prince of men? O that thy life could have dispersed deaths storms, To give fair act to those Heroic forms, with which all good rules had enriched thy mind, Preparing for affairs of every kind; Peace being but a pause to breath fierce war; No warrant dormant, to neglect his Star; The licence sense hath, is t'inform the soul; Not to suppress her, and our lusts extol; This life in all things, to enjoy the next; Of which laws, thy youth, both contained the text And the contents; ah, that thy grey-ripe years Had made of all, Caesarean Commentares, (More than can now be thought) in fact t'enroule; And make black Faction blush away her soul. That, Simil. as a Temple, built when Piety Did to divine ends offer specially, What men enjoyed; that wondrous state expressed, Strange Art, strange cost; yet who had interest In all the frame of it; and saw those days, Admired but little; and as little praise Gave to the goodly Fabric: but when men, That live whole Ages after, view it, then, They gaze, and wonder; and the longer time It stands, the more it glorifies his prime; Grows fresh in honour, and the age doth shame That in such Monuments neglect such fame; So had thy sacred Frame been raised to height, Form, fullness, ornament: the more the light Had given it view, the more had Men admired; And though men now are scarce to warmness fired With love of thee; but rather cold and dead To all sense of the grace they forfeited In thy neglect, and loss; yet afterages Would be inflamed, and put on holy rages with thy inspiring virtues; cursing those Whose breaths dare blast thus, in the bud, the Rose. But thou (woe's me) art blown up before blown, And as the ruins of some famous Town, Show here a Temple stood; a Palace, here; A Citadel, an amphitheatre; Of which (alas) some broken Arches, still (Pillars, or Columns raced; which Art did fill With all her riches and Divinity) Retain their great, and worthy memory: So of our Prince's state, I nought rehearse But show his ruins, bleeding in my verse. What poisoned Ast'risme, may his death accuse? Tell thy astonished Prophet (deathles Muse) And make my stars therein, the more adverse, The more advance, with sacred rage my Verse, And so adorn my dearest Fautors Hearse. That all the wits profane, of these bold times May fear to spend the spawn of their rank rhymes On any touch of him, that should be sung To ears divine, and ask an Angel's tongue. With this it thundered; and a lightning showed Where she sat writing in a sable cloud; A Pen so hard and sharp expressed her plight, It bit through Flint; and did in Diamant write; Her words, she sung, and laid out such a breast, As melted Heaven, and vexed the very blest. In which she called all worlds to her complaints, And how our loss grew, Musae lachrimae. thus with tears she paints: Hear earth & heaven (& you that have no ears) The cause and manner of the Prince's death. Hell, and the hearts of tyrants, hear my tears: Thus Britain Henry took his timeless end; When his great Father did so far transcend All other Kings; and that he had a Son In all his Father's gifts, so far begun, As added to Fame's Pinions, double wings; And (as brave rivers, broken from their springs, The further off, grow greater, and disdame To spread a narrower current than the Main) Had drawn in all deserts such ample Spheres, As Hope yet never turned about his years. All other Princes with his parts comparing; Like all heavens petty Luminaries faring, To radiant Lucifer, the days first borne) Rhamnusia (Goddess of revenge, and taken for Fortune) in envy of our Prince, excited Fever against him. It hurled a fire red as a threatening Morn On fiery Rhamnusia's , and sulphurous spite, who turned the stern orbs of her ghastly sight, About each corner of her vast Command, And (in the turning of her bloody hand) Sought how to ruin endlessly our Hope, The Fever the Prince died on (by Prosopopeia) described by her effects & circumstances. And set to all mishap all entries open. And see how ready means to mischief are; She saw, fast by, the bloud-affecting Fever, (Even when th'autumnal-star began t'expire) Gathering in vapours thin, Ethereal fire: Of which, her venomed finger did jmpart To our brave Prince's fount of heat, the heart; A praeternatural heat; which through the veins And Arteries, byth' blood and spirits means Diffused about the body, and jnflamed, Begat a Fevor to be never named. And now this loather of the lovely Light, (Begot of Erebus, and ugly Night) Mounted in haste, her new, and noiseful Car, Whose wheels had beam-spokes from th'Hungarian star; And all the other frame, The Fever the Prince died off, is observed by our Modern Physicians to be begun in Hungary. and freight; from thence Derived their rude and ruthless influence. Up to her left side, leapt infernal Death His head hid in a cloud of sensual breath; By her sat furious Anguish, Pale Despite; Murmur, and Sorrow, and possessed Affright; Yellow Corruption, Marow-eating Care; Languor, chill Trembling, fits Irregulare; Inconstant colour, feeble voiced Complaint; Relentless Rigour, and Confusion faint; Frantic Distemper; Out of the property of the Hare that never shuts her eyes sleeping. & Hare-eyd unrest; And short-breathed Thirst, with th'everburning breast A wreath of Adders bound her trenched Brows; Where Torment Ambusht lay with all her throws Marmaricae Leunes, of Marmarica a Region in Africa where the fiercest Lions are bred; with which Fever is supposed to be drawn, for their excess of heat & violence, part of the effects of this Fever. The properties of the Fever in these effects. Marmarian Lions, fringed with slaming Manes, Drew this grim fury, and her brood of Banes, Their hearts of glowing Coals, murmured, & roared, To bear her crooked yokes, and her Banes abhorred, To their dear Prince, that bore them in his Arms, And should not suffer, for his Good, their Harms; Then from Hell's burning whirlpit up she hallde, The horrid Monster fierce Echidna called; That from her Stygian jaws, doth vomit ever, Quitture, and Venom, yet is empty never: Then burned her bloudshot eyes, her Temples yet Were cold as Ice, her Neck all drowned in sweat: Paleness spread all her breast, her life's heat stung: The Minds Interpreter, her scorched tongue, Flowed with blue poison: from her yawning Mouth Rheums fell like spouts filled from the stormy South: Which being corrupt, the hew of Saffron took, A fervent Vapour, all her body shook: From whence, her Vexed Spirits, a noisome smell, Expyred in fumes that looked as black as Hell. A ceaseless Torrent did her Nostrils steep, Her withered Entrails took no rest, No sleep: Her swollen throat rattled, warmed with life's last spark And in her salt jaws, painful Coughs did bark: Her teeth were stained with Rust, her sluttish hand She held out reeking like a New-quencht Brand: Armed with crooked Talons like the horned Moon, All Cheer, all Ease, all Hope with her was gone: In her left hand a quenchless fire did glow, And in her Right Palm freezed Sithonian Snow: The ancient Romans did a Temple build To her, as whom a Deity they held: So hid, and far from cure of Man she flies, In whose Lifes Power she mates the Deities. When fell Rhamnusia saw this Monster near, (Here steel Heart sharpening) thus she spoke to her: Rhamnusi● excitation of fever Seest thou this Prince (great Maid & seed of Night) Whose brows cast beams about them, like the Light: Who joys securely in all present State, Nor dreams what Fortune is, or future Fate: At whom, with fingers, and with fixed eyes All kingdoms Point, and Look, and Sacrifice: Could be content to give him: Temples raise To his Expectance, and Unbounded Praise: His Now-ripe Spirits, and Valour doth despise, Sickness, and Sword, that give our Godheads Prize: His worth contracts the worlds, in his sole Hope, Religion, Virtue, Conquest have no scope: But his Endowments; At him, at him, fly; More swift, and timeless, more the Deity; His Summer, Winter with the jellid flakes; His pure Life, poison, sting out with thy Snakes; This is a work will Fame thy Maidenhead: Rham: durst no longer endure her, being stirred into fury. With this, her speech and she together fled; Nor durst she more endure her dreadful eyes; Who stung with goads her roaring Lions thighs; And brandished, round about, her Snak-curld head The starry Evening described by Vulcan's setting to work at that time. The Night being ever chiefesly consecrate to the Works of the Gods, and out of this Deities fires, the Stars are supposed to fly; as sparkles of them. With her left hand, the Torch it managed. And now Heaven's Smith, kindled his Forge & blue; And through the round Pole, thick the sparkls flew When great Prince Henry, the delight of fame; Darkened the Palace, of his Father's Name; And hid his white limbs, in his downy Bed; Then Heaven wept falling Stars that summoned (With soft, and silent Motion) sleep to breath On his bright Temples, th'Ominous form of death; Which now the cruel Gods did permit, That she might enter so, her Maiden fit; When the good Angel, his kind Guardian, Her witheted foot, saw near this spring of Man; The good Angel of the Prince to the Fever, as she approach. He shrieked and said: what, what are thy rude ends; Cannot, in him alone, all virtues friends, (Melted into his all-upholding Nerves; For whose Assistance, every Deity serves) Move thee to prove thy Godhead, blessing him With long long life, whose light extinckt, will dim, All heavenly graces? all this, moved her nought; But on, & in his, all our rujnes wrought: She touched the Thresholds, and the thresholds shook; The dore-posts, Paleness pierced with her faint look: The doors broke open, and the fatal Bed Rudely sh'aproacht, & thus her fell mouth said; Henry, Fever to the prince; who is thougght by a friend of mine to speak too mildly; not being satis compos mentis Portice, in this. Her counsel or persuasion, showing only how the Prince was persuaded & resolved in his deadliest sufferance of her which she is made to speak in spite of herself, since he at her worst was so sacredly resolute. why tak'st thou thus thy rest secure? Nought doubting what Fortune & fates assure; Thou never yet feltst my red right hands maims, That I co thee, and fate to me proclaims; Thy fate stands jdle; spinns no more thy thread; Die thou must (great Prince) sigh not; bear thy head In all things free, even with necessity If sweet it be to live; 'tis sweet to die: This said she shook at him her Torch, and cast A fire in him, that all his breast embraced, Then darting through his heart a deadly cold, And as much venom as his veins could holdj Death, Death, O Death, jnserting, thrusting in, Shut his fair eyes, and oped our ugly sin: This seen resolved on, by herself and fate; Was there a sight so pale, and desperate, Ever before seen, in a thrust-through State? Description of the tempest that cast Sir Th. Ga●es on the Bermudas, & the state of his Ship and Men, to this Kingdoms Plight applied in the Prince's death. The poor Verginian, miserable sail, A long-long-Night-turnd-Day, that lived in Hell Never so portrayed, where the Billows strove (Blacked like so many Devils) which should prove The damned Victor; all their furies heighting; Their Drum, the thunder; & their Colours lightning, Both soldiers in the battle; one contending To drown the waves in Noise; the other spending His Hel-hot sulphurous flames to drink them dry: When heaven was lost, when not a teare-wrackt eye, Could tell in all that dead time, if they were, Sinking or sailing; till a quickening clear Gave light to save them by the ruth of Rocks At the Bermudas; where the tearing shocks And all the Miseries before, more felt Then here half told; All, All this did not melt Those desperate few, still dying more in tears, Then this Death, all men, to the Marrow wears: All that are Men; the rest, those drudging Beasts, That only bear of Men, the Coats, and Crests; And for their Slave, sick, that can earn them pence, More mourn (O Monsters) them for such a Prince; Whose souls do ebb & flow still with their gain, Whom nothing moves but pelf, & their own pain; Let such (great Heaven) be only borne to bear, All that can follow this mere Massacre. Lost is our poor Prince; all his sad jndurers; The busy Art of those that should be Curers; The sacred vows made by the zealous King, His Godlike Sire; his often visiting; Nor thy grave prayers and presence (holy Man) The Archbishop of Cantebury passing pious in care of the Prince. S. Ed: Phillip's Master of the Rolls and the Prince's Chancellor, a chief sorrower for hlm. This Realm thrice Reverend Metropolitan, That was the worthy Father to his soul▪ Th'insulting Fever could one fit control. Nor let me here forget on far, and near; And in his life's love, Passing deep and dear; That doth his sacred Memory adore, Virtues true fautor his grave Chancellor, Whose worth in all works should a Place enjoy, Where his fit Fame her Trumpet shall jmploie, Whose Cares, and Prayers, were ever used to ease His feu'rous War, & send him healthful peace, Yet sick our Prince is still; who though the steps Of bitter Death, he saw bring in by heaps Clouds to his Luster, and poor rest of light; And felt his last Day suffering lasting Night; His true-bred-brave soul, shrunk yet at no part, The prince heroical his bearing his sickness at the Kings coming to see him, careful not to discomfort him. Down kept he all sighs, with his powers al-Hart; Cleared even his dying brows: and (in an Eye Manly dissembling) hid his Misery. And all to spare the Royal heat so spent In his sad Father, fearful of th'event. And now did Phoebus with his Twelfth Lamp show The Twelfth day after his beginning to be sick, his sickness was hold incurable. The world his hapless light: and in his Brow A Torch of Pitch stuck, lighting half t'half skies, When life's last error priest the broken eyes Of this heartbreaking Prince; his forced look fled; Fled was all Colour from his cheeks; yet fed His spirit, his sight: with dying now, he cast On his kind King, and Father: on whom, fast He fixed his fading beams: and with his view A little did their empty Orbs renew: The prince dying to the King. His Mind saw him, come from the deeps of Death, To whom he said, O Author of my Breath: Soul to my life, and essence to my Soul, Why grieve you so, that should all grief control? Death's sweet to me, that you are still life's creature, I now have finished the great work of Nature. I see you pay a perfect Father's debt And in a feastful Peace your Empire kept; If your true Sons last words have any right In your most righteous Bosom, do not fright your hearkening kingdoms to your carriage now; All yours, in me, I here resign to you, My youth (I pray to God with my last powers) Subtract from me may add to you and yours. Thus vanished he, thus swift, thus instantly; Ah now I see, The sorrows and bemoans of the King Queen, Prince and his most Princely Sister, for the Prince's death. even heavenly powers must die. Now shift the King and Queen from court to court but no way can shift off their cares resort, That which we hate the more we fly, pursues, that which we love, the more we seek, eschews: Now weeps his Princely Brother; Now alas His Cynthian Sister, (our sole earthly Grace) Like Hebe's fount still overflows her bounds, And in her cold lips, stick astonished sounds, Sh'oppresseth her sweet kind; In her soft breast Care can no vent find, it is so compressed: And see how the Promethean Liver grows The funeral described. As vulture Grief devours it: see fresh shows Revive woes sense, and multiply her soul; And worthily; for who would tears control On such a springing ground? 'tis dearly fit, To pay all tribute, Thought can pour on it: For why were Funerals first used but for these, Presaged and cast in their Nativities? The streams were checked a while: so Torrents stayed Enrage the more; but are (left free) allayed. Now our grim waves march altogether; Now Our black seas run so high, they overflow the clouds they nourish; now the gloomy hearse Puts out the Sun: Revive, revive (dead vierse) death hath slain death; there there the person lies Whose death should buy out all mortalities. But let the world be now a heap of death, Life's joy lies dead in him, and challengeth No less a reason: If all motion stood Benumbed and stupefied, with his frozen blood; And like a tomb-stone, fixed, lay all the seas There were fit pillars for our Hercules To bond the world with: Men had better die Then outlive free times; slaves to Policy. On on sad Train, as from a crannid rock Bee-swarmes robbed of their honey, ceaseless flock. Mourn, mourn, dissected now his cold limbs lie Ah, knit so late with flame, and Majesty. where's now his gracious smile, his sparkling eye His judgement, Valour, Magnanimity? O God, what doth not one short hour snatch up Of all man's gloss? still overflows the cup Of his burst cares; put with no nerves together, And lighter, than the shadow of a feather. On: make earth pomp as frequent as ye can, 'Twill still leave black, the fairest flower of man; Ye well may lay all cost on misery, 'tis all can boast, the proudest humanity. If young Marcellus had to grace his fall, Six hundred Hearses at his Funeral; Sylla six thousand; let Prince Henry have Six Millions bring him to his greedy grave. And now the States of earth, thus mourn below Behold in Heaven, Love with his broken Bow; his quiver downwards turned, his brands put out Hanging his wings; with sighs all black about. Nor less, our loss, his Mother's heart infests, Her melting palms, beating her snowy breasts; As much confused, as when the Calydon Bore The thigh of her divine Adonis tore: Her vows all vain, resolved to bless his years With Issue Royal, and exempt from freres; Who now died fruitless; and prevented then The blessed of women, of the best of men. Mourn all ye Arts, ye are not of the earth; Fall, fall with him; rise with his second birth. Lastly, with gifts enrich the sable Fane, And odorous lights eternally maintain; Sing Priests, O sing now, his eternal rest, His light eternal; and his souls free breast As joys eternal; so of those the best; And this short verse be on his Tomb impressed. EPITAPHIUM. SO flits, alas, an everlasting River, As our loss in him, past, will last for ever. The golden Age, Starlike, shot through our Sky; Aimed at his pomp renewed, and stuck in's eye. And (like the sacred knot, together put) Since no man could dissolve him, he was cut.) Aliud EPITAPH. WHom all the vast frame of the fixed Earth Shrunk under; now, a weak Hearse stands beneath; His Fate, he passed in fact; in hope, his Birth; His youth, in good life; and in spirit, his death. Aliud EPITAPH. Blessed be his great Begetter; blest the Womb That gave him birth, though much too near his Tomb In them was he, and they in him were blest; What their most great powers gave him, was his least, His Person graced the Earth; and of the Skies, His blessed Spirit, the praise is, and the prize. FINIS. THE FUNERALS OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE HENRY, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornwall and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earl of Carick, and late KNIGHT of the most Noble Order of the GARTER. Which Noble Prince deceased at St. james, the sixth day of November, 1612. and was most Princely interred the seventh day of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the Eighteenth year of his AGE. LONDON: Printed by T. S. for john Budgie, and are to be sold at his shop at the great south door of P●ules, and at Brittanes Burse. 1613. THE FUNERALS OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE HENRY, Prince of Wales, Duke of Cornwall and Rothsay, Count Palatine of Chester, Earl of Carick, and late Knight of the most Noble Order of the GARTER. Which Noble Prince deceased at Saint JAMES, the 6. day of November, 1612. and was most Princely interred the 7. of December following, within the Abbey of Westminster, in the Eighteenth year of his AGE. THe body of the said PRINCE being bowelled, embalmed and closed up in Lead, there were four Chambers hung with blacks, viz. the Guard chamber and the Presence with black Cloth, the Privy Chamber with finer Cloth, and that which was his highness Bedchamber, with black Velvet: in the midst whereof was set up a Canopy of black Velvet, valanced, and fringed; under which upon Trestles the Coffin with the body of the PRINCE was placed, covered with a large pall of black Velvet and adorned with Scuchions of his Arms. Upon the head of which Coffin was laid a Cushion of black Velvet, and his highness Cap and Coronet set thereon, as also his Robes of estate, Sword and Rod of Gould; and so it remained (being daily and nightly watched) until two or three days before his highness Funerals. In which time every day, both Morning and Evening Prayers were said in his Presence or Privy Chamber, by his Chaplains, and his Gentlemen and chief Officers attendant thereat. Thursday before the Funerals his Princely body was brought forth of his Bedchamber into his privy chamber. Friday, it was brought into his Presence-chamber and set under his cloth of estate. Saturday, the fifth of December, about three of the clock in the afternoon it was removed into the Guard-chamber, where all his chief servants and Officers being assembled, and the Officers of Arms in their Coats, the corpse was solemnly carried into the Chapel of that house, and placed under a canopy in the midst of the Choir, the Bishop of Lich-field red the Service, and the Gentlemen of the King's Chapel, with the children thereof, sung divers excellent Anthems, together with the Organs, and other wind instruments, which likewise was performed the day following, being Sunday. Monday, the 7. of December, (the Funeral day) the representation was laid upon the Corpse, and both together put into an open Charior, and so proceeded as followeth: Poor-men, in gowns, to the number of 140. About 300. gentlemen's servants. About 300. Esquires servants. About 300. Knight's servants. About 300. Baronet's servants. About 300. Baron's sons servants. About 300. Viscount sons servants. About 300. Earl's sons servants. Two Drums and a Fife, their Drums covered with black cloth, and Scuchions of the Prince his Arms thereupon. Portesmouth, Pursuivant of Arms. The great Standard of Prince HENRY, being a Lion crowned, standing on a Chappean, borne by Sir john Winifrid, KNIGHT and Baronet, the Motto therein, Fax mentis honestae gloria. About 306. Prince HENRY his Household Servants, according to their several Offices and Degrees: with Tradesmen and Artificers that belonged unto his Highness. Trumpets. The Coronet of the Prince, being the three Feathers in a Crownet, with his Motto: juuat ire per altum; borne by Sir Roger Dallison, Knight and Baronet. About 360. Baron's servants. About 360. Viscounts' servants. About 360. Earl's servants: as well English as Strangers. About 360. The Duke of Lenox his servants. About 360. The Lord chancellors servants. About 360. Count Henry de Nassau his servants. Trumpets. A Banner of th'earldom of Carick, borne by Sir David Fowls. A Horse led by a Equerry of the Stable; the Horse was covered with black cloth, and armed with Scuchions of that Earldom, having his Cheiffron and Plumes. About 80. Archbishop's servants. About 80. Prince Palatine his servants. About 80. Prince Charles his servants. Blew-mantle pursuivant of Arms. A Banner of the Earldom of Chester, borne by the Lord Howard of Effingham. A Horse led by a Equerry of the Stable, covered with black cloth, and armed with Scuchions of that Earldom, his Cheiffron and Plumes. About 40. Falconers and Huntsmen. About 40. clerk of the works. About 40. clerk of the Poultry. About 40. clerk of the Acatry. About 40. clerk of the Larder. About 40. clerk of the Spicery. About 40. clerk of the kitchen. About 40. clerk of the Coffery. About 40. clerk of the Stable. About 40. clerk of the avery. About 40. clerk of the Wardrobe. About 40. Mr. of the Works. About 40. Pay-Mr. About 40. And Clerk controller. About 60. Sergeants of the Vestry. About 60. Children of the Chapel. About 60. Gentlemen of the Chapel in rich Copes. About 60. musicans. About 60. Apothecaries and Surgeons. 6. Doctors of Physic. 24. The Princes Chaplains. Portcullis pursuivant of Arms. A Banner of the Dukedom of Rothsay, borne by the Lord Bruse, Baron of Kinlosse. A Horse led by a Equerry of the Stable, covered with black cloth, armed with Scuchions of that Dukedom, his Cheiffron and Plumes. About 80. Pages of the Chamber. About 80. Gentlemen, the Prince's servants extraordinary. About 80. The Prince's Solicitor, and Counsel at Law. About 80. Groom Porter. About 80. Gentlemen Ushers, quarter Waiters. About 80. Grooms of the Privy-chamber extraordinary. About 80. Grooms of the Privy-chamber in ordinary. About 80. Grooms of the Bedchamber. About 80. Pages of the Bedchamber, and the Princes own Page. Rouge-Dragon pursuivant. A Banner of the Dukedom of Cornwall, borne by the Lord Clifford. A Horse led by Mr. Henry Alexander, covered with black cloth, armed with Scuchions of that Dukedom, his Cheiffron and Plumes. About 146. Count Henrickes Gentlemen. About 146. Count Palatines Gentlemen, viz. viz. Mounsieur Eltz. viz. Mouns. Helmstadt. viz. Mouns. Colbe. viz. Mouns. Benefer. viz. Mouns. Adolshein. viz. Mouns. Nenzkin. viz. Mouns. Walbron. viz. Mouns. Waldgrave. viz. Mouns. Facts. viz. Mouns. Carden. viz. Mouns. Berlinger. viz. Mouns. Grorode. viz. Mouns. Cawlt. viz. Mouns. Stensels. viz. Mouns. Ridzell. viz. Mouns. Helinger. viz. Mouns. Henbell. viz. Mouns. Auckensten. viz. Mouns. Gellu. viz. Mouns. Wallyne. viz. Mouns. Pellinger. viz. Mouns. Berlipps. viz. Mouns. Shott. viz. Mouns. Weldensten. viz. Mouns. Croilesemere. viz. Mouns. Levinsten. viz. Mouns. Pathenes. viz. Mouns. Colbe. Scultetez. viz. Mouns. Rampf. viz. Mouns. Dawnsier. viz. Mouns. Maier. viz. Mouns. Wanebach. About 146. Prince Charles his Gentlemen. About 146. Gentlemen of Prince Henry's Privy-chamber extraordinary. About 146. Knights and Gentlemen of his highness Privy-chamber in ordinary, and of his Bedchamber, with Sewers, Carvers, and Cupbearers. About 146. The Prince his Secretary. About 146. The Prince his Thresorer of his Household. The Thresorer of his Revenues, and the controller of his Household together, bearing their white staves. Roug-croix pursuivant of Arms. A Banner of the Prince's Principality of Scotland, with a Label, borne by the Viscount Fenton. A Horse led by Sir Sigismond Alexander, covered with black cloth, armed with Scuchions of that Kingdom, his Cheiffron and Plumes. Baronet's. Baron's younger sons. Sir Edward Phillips, Mr. of the Rolls, being the Prince his chancellor, going alone. Knights Privy Councillors to the KING: viz. Sir john Herbart, Secretary. Sir julius Cesar chancellor of the Exchequer. Sir Thomas Parry, chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. Baron's eldest sons. Three Trumpets. Lancaster Herald. A Banner of England, France, and Ireland, quartered with Wales, borne by the Viscount Lisle. A Horse led by Sir William Webb, Knight, covered with black cloth, his Cheiffron and Plumes. Earl's younger sons. Viscounts' eldest sons. Barons of Scotland. Barons of England: viz. Lord Knevit. Lord Arundel of Wardor. Lord Stanhop. Lord Spencer. Lord Danvers. Lord Peter. Lord Wotton. Lord Norris. Lord Hunsden. Lord north. Lord Sheffeild. Lord Wharton. Lord Wentworth. Lord Mounteagle. Lord Stafford. Lord Morley. Lord Candish. Lord Carewe. Lord Denny. Lord Garrard. Lord Harington. Lord Russell. Lord Knowles. Lord Compton. Lord Chandos. Lord Darcy of Chich. Lord Rich. Lord Evers. Lord Windesor. Lord Dudley. Lord Dacres. Lord Laware. Bishops 5. The Bishop of Rochester. The Bishop of Coventry and Lichfield. The Bishop of Ely. The Bishop of Oxford. The Bishop of London. The Earl of Excester. The Prince his Chamberlain, Sir Thomas Chaloner, alone, bearing his white staff. The Lord Chancellor, and Count Henrick. The Archbishop of Canterbury: Preacher. The great Embroidered Banner of the Union, borne by the Earls of Montgomery and Argyle. A Horse led, called Le Cheual de deul, covered with black Velvet, and led by a chief Equerry. Monsieur Sant Antoin. The Prince his Hachments of HONOUR, carried by Officers of Arms, viz. The Spurs, by Windsor. The Gauntlets, by Somerset. The Helm and Crest, by Richmond. The Targe, by York. The Sword, by Norroy, King of Arms. The Coat, by Clarencieux, King of Arms. Three Gentlemen Ushers to the Prince, bearing their wands. The Corpse of the Prince, lying in an open Chariot, with the Prince's representation thereon, invested with his Robes of estate of Purple Velvet, furred with Ermines, his highness Cap and Coronet on his head, and his Rod of Gould in his hand, and at his feet, within the said Chariot, sat Sir David Murrey, the Master of his Wardrobe. The Chariot was covered with black Velvet, set with Plumes of black feathers, and drawn by six Horses covered, and Armed with Scuchions, having their Cheiffrons and Plumes. A Canopy of black Velvet borne over the representation by six Baronet's. Ten Bannerols, borne about the body by ten Baronet's. Sir moil Finch. Sir Thomas Mounson. Sir john Wentworth. Sir Henry Savile. Sir Thomas Brewdnell. Sir Anthony Cope. Sir George Gresley. Sir Robert Cotten. Sir Lewis Tresham. Sir Philip Tiruit. Four Assistants to the Corpse, that bore up the corners of the Pall. viz. 1 The Lord Zouch. 2 The Lord Abergaveny. 3 The Lord Burghley. 4 The Lord Walden. William Seger, Garter, Principal King of Arms, between the Gentleman-usher of Prince Charles, and the Gentleman-usher of the Prince Palatine. Prince CHARLES' chief Mourner, supported by the Lord Privy-seal, and the Duke of Lenox. His highness Train was borne by the Lord Dawbney, Brother to the Duke of Lenox. Then followed the Prince Elector, FREDERICK, Count Palatine of the Rhein. His highness Train was borne by Mounsieur Shamburgh. Twelve Earls Assistants to the chief Mourner, viz. Earl of Nottingham. Earl of Shrewsbury. Earl of Rutland. Earl of Southampton. Earl of Hartford. Earl of Dorset. Earl of Suffolk. Earl of Worcester. Earl of Sussex. Earl of Pembroke. Earl of Essex. Earl of Salisbury. Earl's strangers, attendants on Count Palatine, Count Wigensten. Count Lewis de Nassau. Count Levingsten. Count Hodenlo. Count Ringrave. Count Erback▪ Count Nassaw. Scarburg. Count Le Hanow, junior. Count Isinbersh▪ Page. Count holmes. Page. Count Zerottin. Page. The Horse of Estate, led by Sir Robert Dowglas, Master of the Prince's Horse. The Palzgreaves Privy-counsellors, viz. The Count of Solmes. Mounsieur Shouburgh. Mounsieur de Pleshau. Mounsieur Helmestedt. Mouns. Shouburgh, junior. Mouns. Landshat. Officers and Grooms of Prince Henry's stable. The Guard. The Knight Martial, and twenty servants that kept order in the proceeding. divers Knights and Gentlemen, the King's servants that came in voluntary in blacks. So that the whole number amounted to 2000 or thereabout. FINIS.