TO IMMORTALIZE THE NOBLE MEMORY OF THE right honourable young Lords JAMES and CHARLES Egerton, both Viscount's of Brackley, both only Heirs to the Earldom of Bridgwater, and both only sons to that Noble Earl, by his gracious and Princely Lady, Frances Countess of Bridgwater, a fruitful branch of the ancient house of Derby, and Noble family of the Spencers.  
ABRAHAM DARCIE Consecrates these French and English verses to their Etermizing and worthy remembrance, wishing to the third Lord Viscount of Brackley now living, Nestor's long and happy years, and all prosperity to all that illustrious and religious Family.  

Fair beams of short continuance, yet most bright,  
If your wished lustre, and desired light,  
Hath had too sudden and untimely end,  
Such destiny doth on fair things attend.  
A morning is the Roses chiefest prime,  
And flowers-de-luce die in blooming time.   

There's nothing that is permanent on earth,  
The Sun whose operation gave you birth,  
And did produce you in this worldly stage,  
To be reformers of this vicious age.  
That splendent lamp as time will prove it true,  
Shall have his setting, lose his light like you.   

It is a lucky chance in storms and wind,  
If near the shore we do an harbour find,  
For since necessity doth so ordain,  
That our frail ship must perish in the main,  
It's best, when as such shipwreck soon betides,  
Ere a sharp rock have split her wooden sides.   

Fair fires, when I your palled ashes see,  
All I can do, is to blame destiny:  
And to condemn the fatal unjust ire,  
Which would not suffer me as I desire,  
To pay unto your life that service, I  
Do now perform to your dead memory.   

Even as the Salamanders do expire,  
Taken a little from the ardent fire,  
And live best in the greatest heat of flame,  
So your rare Beauties, whose admired frame,  
Drew nourishment from heaven, here soon did die,  
Being so far removed from the sky.   

Either your moulds should have been less divine  
Or else your forms eternally should shine.  
For the more pleasure that a worthy thing  
Unto the mind of any man doth bring,  
When thereof one doth the fruition lose,  
Grief stronger is, and tears are more profuse.   

BEaux Rayons plus clairs que durables,  
Si vos lumiers desirables,  
On eut leur fin en commencant,  
C'est le Destin des belles choses.  
Vn matin est l'aage des Roses,  
Et les Lis meurent en naissant.   

Icy long temps rien ne peut estre,  
Le beau Soleil qui vous feit naistre,  
Duquel en siecle si meschant,  
L'Orient vous fut necessaire.  
Subject à la reigle ordinaire,  
Comme vous aura son couchant.   

Cest beaucoup d'heur quand il arrive,  
Qu'on trouue le port dés la rive:  
Car puis qu'aussy bien le vaisseau:  
Doit perir, cest nostre advantage,  
S'il advient qu'il face naufrage,  
Avaunt qu'il face encore l'Eau.   

Beaux Feux en voyant vostre cendre,  
Ce que ie puis c'est de reprendre,  
La Rigueur inviste du sort,  
Qui n'a permis à mon envy,  
Que ie fisse pour vostre vie,  
Ce que ie fay pour vostre mort.   

Comme les Salamandres meurent,  
Quand un moment elle demeurent  
Horse du feu, qui les fait durer,  
Voz Beautez de qui la Nature  
Du ciel auoit sa nouriture,  
Horse du ciel n'ont peu demeurer.   

Mais vous deviez naistre moins belles,  
Ou vous deviez naistre immortelles:  
Car tant plus qu'vnbien est plaisant,  
Et qu'il donne plus d'esperance,  
Quand on en perd la iovissance,  
Le regret en est plus cuisant.   
The Lord JAMES was borne at York house the day of Anno and was christened there, King james one of his Godfathers, and at the age of four years three days he returned to heaven parting from this world at Bridgwater house the day of Anno  
The Lord Charles was borne in Bridgwaters' house the day of Anno and was christened there, Prince Charles being one of his Godfathers, and at two years of age contemning ●he world, he followed his brother, and died at Bridgwater house the day of 1623.