Sorrowful Verses made on 〈◊〉 death of our most Sovereign Lady Queen ELIZABETH, my Gracious Mistress.  
ENGLAND may mourn, as many kingdoms way  
A loss of late, that Gold nor Pearl redeems,  
A gale of wind, that made Kings hoist up Sails,  
When blustering blasts, brought Barks in great extremes  
Her Realm she ruled, and bridled as GOD would,  
With Reason's rain, that holds back Bayards bit,  
To purchase peace, paid massy sums of Gold,  
Did what 〈◊〉 might, to win a world with wit,  
Wised 〈…〉 ules Stars, climes up to heavens gate,  
Makes Peace and Wars, and stays a tottering State,  
Her insight saw, all outward flaws of wind,  
Her judgement crept, into our cunning Age,  
No practise could, surpass her Princely mind,  
Her calmy words, could swelling Sea assuage,  
Religion burnt, like Lamp in her bare breast,  
And for her faith, she still set up her rest,  
She gave great things to thousands, world well knows,  
As at well head, and Fountain Water flows.  
Caesar's, sharp Spirit, her speeches vttr'ed oft,  
Cyrus' great power, and wealth she wanted not,  
She pluced down Pride, to set meek hearts aloft,  
Her matchless deeds, great Fame and Glory got,  
Opened her bags, to such as suffered wrong,  
Much money lent, but felt the loss to long.  
Escaped bad men, that sought to shed her blood,  
Forgave great faults, to win worlds love and zeal:  
But when most safe, in health we thought she stood,  
Her Ghost past hence, (from Crown and Commonweal)  
To GOD'S high Throne, like Torch and Candle blaze,  
(Lost earthly light) and left us in a maze.  
FINIS.  T. Churchyard Esqu●●  

This Phoenix dead, from her warm Cinders straight,  
Inform of Man, another Phoenix' rose,  
Who clapped his wings, And flew up such a height,  
(So near the Sun) that he GOD'S glory shows.