MY freeborn Muse no Patronage doth beg,  
Nor doth she seek to temper hand and leg  
To please some Great-one: what she here doth write,  
Not flattery but affection doth indite.  
W. H.   

 portrait of King James I 
JACOBUS DEI GRATIA MAGNA BRITANNIAE FRANCIAE ET HIBERNIAE REX etc:  

Cernere magnanimum REGIS caput osque requiris.  
Magnanimum REGIS cernere pictus amas!  
Tale caput simul os et pectus tale ministras  
Ipse JACOBE, Tibi REX gravis, amplus opas.     

THE PLEURISY OF SORROW, LET BLOOD IN THE EYE-VEINE: OR, The Muse's tears for the Death of our late Sovereign, JAMES King of England, etc.  
By WILL. HODOSON Mag: in Art: Cantab.  
LONDON, 〈…〉, and are to be sold at the ●…nd in Paul's Churchyard. 1●●5.   

 deathbed scene 
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Thanks to the Chemist  
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THE PLEURISY OF SORROW, LET BLOOD IN THE EYE-VAINE: OR, The Muse's tears for the death of our late Sovereign JAMES, etc.  

Love makes a Poet: and the sweetest Strain  
Falls like the Dew from a disclouded Brain.  
Upon the two-topped Mountain none doth sing,  
But whom the Paphian Dame doth thither bring.  
How many a Lad touched but with Cupid's Fires,  
Mounted above his wont thoughts, aspires  
In a Hand-Language (complemental French)  
To court and sport, and dally with his Wench?  
Hath Love this Power? and cannot Sorrow lend  
A voice unto her Sighs? cannot She send  
Abroad her Cares in airy Garments dressed?  
And speak the Thoughts that house within her breast.  
No: though her ears be open, her eyes do see;  
Words to interpret Tears still wanting be.  
Plebeian-Greifes they be, that make their tongues  
Ambassadors; while 
* Ingentes stupent.  Great-Ones!  
When pious Princes die, when Great-men fall  
As fast as Fruit in Autumn; when the tall  
Cedars of kingdoms shaken are by death;  
When the too-enuious Fates do stop the Breath  
Of Majesty: how can our Isle but flow,  
And circled be with brinish Waves of Woe?  
As when the 
* The Master Bee.  pretty little Master dies,  
That reigns as Sovereign o'er the Hony-Flies,  
The Subjects from the waxen Tents do bear  
His tender Corpse embalmed in many a Tear:  
And when at Hibla (Flora's choice and prime  
Garden of Pleasure) in a Bed of thime  
They do entomb him; from their watery Eyes  
They drop down Tears, and buzz forth Elegies:  
Thus are the Sons of Europe's chiefest Queen  
(Peace-blessed Albion's Children) to be seen.  
One with a Ground-fixt look doth mask his face;  
Another, with a solemne-funerall Pace,  
Walks to his King's deceased-royall urn  
And melts to Tears, spying his Marble mourn;  
He through the Air doth seek to spread his grief,  
And weeps his Epicedium in a Brief,  
But passage is denied to's funeral song,  
Througth ' coral Gates which do iniayle the tongue;  
One which hath slept upon the Laureate Hill,  
And many an Heros with his nimble quill  
Hath canonised already, now doth think  
To limn his muse's saddest Thought with ink,  
But his Lamp-smelling labour's all in vain,  
For what Love dictates, grief blot's out again;  
When such a black and kingdome-covering Hand,  
Like an Egyptian Cloud, orespreads a Land;  
When kings are lodged in clay upon their Hearse,  
Each Poetaster blubburs forth a verse:  
And as the loss is Epidemical  
So should the Mourners be in general,  
From the rich Purple-clad, to th' meanest Swain,  
Whom but a coat of thatch doth house from rain.  
Me thinks each river betwixt Rhine and Thames  
Meets to condole the death of Royal JAMES;  
And tenant streamlings from their humid caves  
Are summoned to attend their Lordly waves:  
While that the Trident-bearers scaly Train  
Down from their pearly Eye-globes tears do rain.  
How could I comment many tedious hours  
Upon those Texts, those black and dismal showers,  
Which from the Crystal casements oft do spin,  
While Vesta opes her lap to lodge them in.  
My thoughts thus gloss on't: Earth and heaven bears  
Their parts both in our sorrows and our tears.  

Denmark House.  As often as I walk unto * that place,  
O how I gaze my Caesar in that face!  
O how my ravished soul doth reverence  
In that same curious work Art's Excellence!  
Wonder it is such colours should grace Death,  
Pity it is such Beauty should want breath.  
And here our humble Muse from Court departs  
Unto her Cambridge, the rich Mine of Arts:  
And from the Palace unto Pallas bowers  
Where springs a lasting April of choice flowers.  
When first this learning-lover came to see  
His Gowned Subjects in his Royalty;  
(Whose Presence was more glorious to behold,  
Than jove, descending in a Shower of Gold  
To Danae,) we, as in open Book,  
Might read contentment written in his Look.  
So dear our Nurse was to him, that's Desire,  
Like to a glass-house, kept continual Fire  
Of love to her, that never age could show  
Such an Arts-Maister that did grace her so.  
If in his life such Honour he Thee gave,  
Let him not pass unto the silent Grave  
Without a Monument, upon his Tomb  
Fix thou this Epitaph (which from the doom  
Of Envy and Oblivion shall be free  
And still survive until there cease to be  
Sand in the Glass of Time).   

PEace on the 
* Sabbath.  Day of Rest to Rest did bring  
This, 
* 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  great Kings, Scholar; and the scholars King.    

On the learned and Pious works of King JAMES. Authorem commendat opus.  

IF books the children of the Brain be named,  
Whose paper-tongues may speak their father's worth;  
Then by no Grecian Bard needs He be famed,  
But his own Issue may his praise set forth:  
Whose lofty lines have in a curious loom  
To his own glory reared an honoured tomb.   

Yet little Osiers gaze on mighty Woods,  
Yet little shrubs sit at the Cedar's root,  
Yet little Caskets view our richest goods,  
Yet little valleys lie atth ' Mountains foot.  
Then our earth-groveling Muse may well aspire  
To read his learned Works, and so admire.    

ILLUSTRISSIMO REGI FAELIX FAUSTUMQVE DIADEMA, PRECATUR 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉.  
GReat King, whose eye speaks common love to all,  
In whom our grief hath found a burial.  
Thou rising Sun of our declining State,  
Whose Lustre makes thee, England, fortunate:  
When as thy Royal Father, 
* Plenus ditrum.  full of Hours,  
Yielded to Nature's Peace his vital Powers:  
Thou the Prime Top-branch of that noble Stem  
Wert fitly 
* Maturus Regno.  ripened for a Diadem.  
Farneze be't from me dread Sovereign to set forth,  
Or in some oily Colours paint, thy worth:  
For what I write, Heaven knows, is all so true  
That what seems Flat, ry, is most true in you.  
But most I fear, lest that my muddling Muse  
(Like an ill Painter that doth only use  
To Folks of his own Rank to give Delight,  
O▪ draw some rude and vulgar-pleasing sight  
With vnskilled pencil; being never able  
To counterfeit aught in Apelles Table)  
May wrong herself, while that she dares to sing  
In her harsh notes the praises of a king.  
Who'll undertake so great a Task, who can;  
But a true Poet, but a Buchanan?  
Yet where we cannot praise sufficiently,  
we'll pray; and our united Prayers, on high,  
Send up to heau'ns-Starchamber; for to bring  
Myriad of blessings on our Royal king.  
May lovely Peace her silver Feathers prune  
Under thy olive sceptre; may she tune  
Such Notes, as may be found (among the Peers)  
That Harmony, which the wel-ordered Spheres  
(If we believe Pythagoras) do keep:  
May thy good deeds cast in eternal sleep  
Foul-mouthed destruction, and still strike her dumb,  
When nigh the Pallace-gates she dare to come:  
And (to sum up an lliade in a Shell)  
Thy happy reign may future ages tell.   


The New Coins.  
Gold Fine, 30. s. Amor civium Regis Praesidium.  15. s.  10. s. Crown, 20. s. Florent concordia Regna.  10. s.   15. s. Cultores sui deus protegit. Silver 5. s. Christo auspice regno. 1. s. 6. d. 2. d. justitia thronum firmat. 1. d.   

Distiches on the Coins.  

Ad mei Coaetaneum, famae spem,  
Angliae famam, Serenissimum  
Regem Carolum  
PArdon, dread Sovereign, that I dare to Print,  
And stamp thy praises in a new found Mint:  
Nor do I clip, nor counterfeit herein,  
If oughtst amiss make it a venial sin.   

Amor civium Regis Praesidium.  
Safety attends on Love, this is the Ring  
Which weds the Citizens unto the King.   

Florent concordia Regna.  
COncord's the gem, the breath, the every thing;  
Which makes our Kingdom flourish, & our King.   

Cultores sui Deus Protegit.  
HE that glorifies his God in Love,  
Shall glorified be, by Him above.   

Christo auspice regno.  
HE that begins his Reign with Christ on earth,  
Shall reign in Heaven at his second birth.   

justitia Thronum firmat.  
THe prop of Thrones is justice, in her hand  
She holds the Ball and Sceptre of our Land.    
FINIS.