A NEW LACHRYMENTALL AND FUNERAL ELEGY:  
OR, A DISTILLATION OF GREAT BRITTAINES TEARS, SHED for the unexpected and sudden death of the tres-vertuous and most glorious Prince LODOWICKE, Duke of Richmond and Lenox.  
Who departed this transitory life, at his Chamber in White-Hall, on Monday morning, being the 16. day of February 1624. being the same day appointed and intended by him to have attended and gone with our Sovereign Lord, King JAMES; Prince CHARLES his Highness, and other the Nobility, in Robes of Scarlet, to the Honourable House of Parliament, which by reason of his death, was then put off till the 19 day of February following.  
Printed at London by B. Alsop, dwelling at the Sign of the Dolphin in Distaff Lane. 1624.  
SIC TRANSIT GLORIA MUNDI.   skeleton  

TO THE MOST GRACIOUS FRANCIS DUCHESS DOWAGER OF RICHMOND and LENOX, etc.  
NOble Princess, when you consider the several dignities of the world, in one man so eminent, and near and dear a Friend unto you, it cannot but work a deep impression in your mind, of so great a loss befallen you, whom the world doth take notice of, and my Elegy doth express: but not to make you mourn further; satis sufficit. So on the other side, considering the frailty of life in Princes, as well as others, I could endeavour to comfort you with the after-ioyes of his mortality, to stay your grief, and tears, you being wise, and knowing that our chief dependency must not be in mortal men, whose life and means of life is but transitory, as we ourselves, and all things that we possess be, and therefore must put our trust and confidence in the Jmmortall God, and Christ his Son, who is the wiper away of all tears, and the true and everlasting Husband of his Spouse, the Church, and so by consequence, of you, a Virtuous and Religious Duchess: who by place, person, and parts, deserves the Antiquity and pre-eminence of many, which may stir up some comfort in you. The sympathy of his noble death and your tender heart-grieving, moves me to condole, and to be partaker with you both in heart and Pen, for so high and just a Steward to God and King; who as here, so in Heaven, Did enter into his Master's joy; the want of which joy in us, should make us more mourn, than his present death, since death to all is a debt which of necessity must be paid, and necessity hath no law to relieve itself by too much grief, but wisely to make of such necessity a Virtue by a holy contentation of Gods will: Let this suffice, to content you with patience as job, and with his Hearse, rehearse not your griefs, but as gracious Francis, infranchise yourself with truest comforts, and let Honour be honourably solemnised, as Rebecca did good Isaac, of which, I doubt not of your large and liberal love therein, since you may conceive another comfort enfolded within your sorrows, by the noble and worthy assembly of Parliament, that attendeth their loves to his Funeral, as they intended his love, if God had so appointed, to the Parliament. I have writ this according to the promise made to your Grace by a worthy friend of mine, not as a professed Poet, but as a confessed servant to your love, which pick not my Conceits from the fruit of other men's labours, in Funeral Elegies, and get the start of presentation to your Highness, and the world's view: yet not a better representation of sincere love to the Noble Duke departed, and your living Graces, than I by these few lines hereafter shall express unto you, If not in Art, yet in heart. Thus craving your pardon and acceptance:  
From him which is the true wellwisher of all comfort and happiness to your Grace: SAMVEL TAILBOYS.   

TO THE ILLUSTRIOUS PRINCE ESME DUKE OF LENOX, etc. EARL OF MARCH and DARNLEY, etc. LORD OF AUBIGNY, TERBOLTON and METHVEN, BARON OF SETTRINGTON, etc.  
AND, TO THE MOST PIOUS PRINCESS KATHERINE, HIS GRACIOUS DUCHESS, etc.  
WHereas noble Duke and Duchess, I like a Funeral soldier, march my thoughts and Muses towards you, as not against your entire & friendly bond of amity & love you ever bare to your deceased brother; and now living sister, the Prince and Princess of Richmond and Lenox, but to join my defence and love with yours against the Common Adversary of ours, which is too much lamentation and sorrow, since the true March of Piety, teacheth all: That death is an advantage to the godly, both to the living and the dead; to the dead, I know you doubt not of: to the living, Solomon the wise saith, Better it is to be in the house of Mourning, then in the house of Feasting, for the wise do lay it to their hearts, and the God of wisdom hath directed his honours so unto you, as your religious thoughts, may March to God with your name; and I am bold in this Month of March to present the Springing thoughts of comfort to you and your Noble Posterity, which to both your graces, and to the springing hopeful Plants of your loins. I pray and wish all heavenly and earthly prosperity, to remain to you and yours for ever.  
Your Grace's devoted SAMVEL TAILBOYS.   

To the Noble and Generous Reader.  
I Shall not need to incite you, or cite to you the Council of S. Paul, To mourn with them that mourn, and rejoice with them that rejoice, though I shall by my Elegy give you cause for both in one Object, a worthy Prince, and Duke: for I know you are ready to Minister it unto yourself in the love of him who was so beloved, and especially now to mourn for his loss, whose worth and parts, had so many deserved titles of Honour, and was so gracious and good a member, for the good of all Britain, both to Church and Commonwealth. In which respect, I commend my love to your good liking, and acceptance of this after Elegy.  
S. T.   

AN ELEGY TO THE WELL-DESERVING HONOUR OF THAT PIOUS AND Glorious Prince deceased, LODOWICKE STEWARD, Late Duke of Richmond and Lenox, Earl of Newcastle and Darneley, etc. Lord of Torbolton and Methuen, etc. Baron of Settrington, etc. Knight of the Noble Oraer of the Garter, Lord high Admiral, and Great Chamberlain of Scotland, Lord high Steward to the KING'S most excellent Majesties most Honourable Household, Gentleman of his Majesty's Bedchamber, and one of his Majesty's most Honourable Privy Council for England and Scotland.  

How sudden was the loss of Noble Grace,  
In LOD'WICKE high, brought low in a short space:  

Like French Flower,  One day flourishing like the FLOWER DE LUCE,  
Next vanishing, like Flower of no use.  

His Crest a Bull spitting fire.  One day seems strong as Bull, his Crossed of Arms;  
Next day knocked down by cruel Death his harms?  
O cruel Death! to murder such a worth,  
Of highest price with God and Man, set forth,  
The righteous men God takes from ill to come,  
To possess joy, though grief may fall to some,  

●lowicke in ●nglish.  As is to me and all his friends a cross,  
When I and they do see so great a loss.  
Great LODOWICK his weeks through all the year,  
In care and love to Britain did appear,  
Grave, wise, just, true, a mirror of mankind  
In Virtue's goodness, which flowed in his mind,  
For public good, and for his private fate,  
Did load each week with love and lordly state.  

●udouicus la●ne.  LUDOVICUS could say I play with strength,  
His recreations comely at Bow length,  
And shot his arrows long from arrow-head,  
With strength, with skill, till dart of death struck dead:  
He like a jonathan that used his skill,  

Compared ●o jonathan, David's true friend.  To prosper David from the wickeds will  
Of saul's abroad that secretly doth dart  
To wrong the life of truth, in our King's heart,  
Who ever yet with Harp of Peace hath played,  
To please such saul's, their rigour to have laid,  
From cruel wrongs of Country and of blood,  

Palatinate.  So near him wronged by saul's, that is not good,  
This jonathan, for such cared not at all,  
Though they were Kings as cruel as was Saul,  
But freely, friendly, thus his life and days,  
Spent in love of s King, wife, and friends always.  
Mourn Heavens for one so high and true to King:  
Mourn Earth for him whose praise on earth did ring:  
Mourn Britain's all for Peer of noble fame,  
Whose true respect to you and truth did frame:  
Drop Eyes and Pen, & mourn with them that mounrne  

Royal blood  For loss of Richmond's Duke so highly borne,  
Yet borne to die, and dies to live for ever,  
So as his worth and praise to die will never.  
Whose royal blood to King, though borne in France,  
And by King's love in Scotland had substance,  

Of three languages.  Of honours due as his deserts brought forth,  
Till Britain's glory brought him of more worth:  
All three their Language from each place he had,  
honouring this Land, as we of him were glad,  
So comely, Courtly bred of French we find,  
Endued by birth by Arms and Language kind,  
And now hath left his name's Integrity  
Unto a brother of the same sincerity,  

The new Earl March Duke of Lenox.  Earl March now Duke transporteth so his name,  
As earth and heavens do glory in their fame,  
Being so like of Nature, Grace, and parts,  
Deserves like love and honour from all hearts,  

GOD.  The Heaun'ly Steward which commandeth Kings,  

Lodowicke's Steward, Lord high Steward,  And calleth all his Stewards to reckon,  
In life and death to him all must account,  
For things here done what ere it doth amount.  
Our Steward high whose life and love was just,  
That high and low did faithfully him trust,  
Is now, from Stewardship of Name and Place,  
Called to God for a more higher grace,  
Of honours due, 
Prince's Coronet.  Crowned so in Angel's sight;  
Though Nature's grace, Death showed his mortal spite,  
So suddenly to shorten his sweet day,  
In worldly Stage, where all our lives are Plays,  
Whose Scene hath end, in better joys to rest,  
My joy's for him, that he is ever blest.  
Then Noble Duchess, 
Francis Duchess.  grieve not for your cross,  
Bear't patiently, though it be heavy loss;  
That by the trial of your patience,  
You being Gods, his love yields recompense  
To Faith, to Grace, by King, by Prince and Friends,  
All joins in one, and Grace and Honour lends:  
Some Nature's grief cannot well patience bear,  
But women's ornament pulls off and tear,  
Which should not be, but for to wipe Christ's feet,  
When tears do wash them by Repentance meet:  
Ye liquid eyes mourn not for him in dust,  
His soul's in Heaven, to joy therefore ye must.  
So wisely now Steward your own griefs care,  
As they with grief breed not your mind's despair.  

Duke, Rich-mon●●.  Though Richmond's riches of this world is gone,  
With him, heavenly riches remains alone,  
With Highness, Greatness, and true beauty there,  
Although next Christ, he left his beauty here.  
A Princess high, noble, good, and virtuous,  
A Duchess wise, of comely grace, and beauteous:  
Yet now his beauty doth with Angels sing,  
As rich in love still to his Dove and King,  
And shines above the Sun in brightest glory,  
As member fit for God's eternal Story,  

Old Duke of Le-nox.  LENOX departed consters Night of life,  
A sudden darkness made to King and Wife,  
That shall ne'er see his day of life again,  
Till they to him shall go for such like gain:  

Earl of Newcastle,  For he (as Earl) hath early got the hold  
Of a Newcastle strong, where he is bold  
'Gainst sin, and Satan, sickness, grief, and smart,  
By Divine power resists them all apart:  
Together bend, they cannot him withstand,  
Newcastles force so high on Mount doth stand,  

Lord of Scotland.  And he as Lord hath one which is above him,  
As he was Lord, so many were below him.  
All his Baronies and his Lordship's place,  
His titles great have now fare greater grace;  
Those showed desert, commending Lenox love  
To Sovereign Grace, whose merits well did prove,  
And found in Scotland and in England to,  
Where he such love and honour obtained so,  
In number six in one, 
Had titles 12.  and six in other,  
If any Lord deserves it, 'tis his Brother.  

Knight of Garter.  With whom for Wisdom's love I do here Quarter,  
To gain the George, and England's Noble Garter  
To wear; with HONI SOIT QVI MAL'Y PENSE,  
Since name and fame doth carry the like Sense,  
Of Steward, and Duke, Earl, Lord, and Baron,  
Though he some places had on the Maron,  
Of Scotland's Admiral and Chamberly'n,  

Lord. Admiral & Chamberlain of Scotland.  Which our King JAMES did place him both therein.  
And now (as Admiral) floats above the Sea  
Of stormy waves, and of the biting flea,  
I mean of Death, whose Chambers are of earth,  
And bites us here to drink our blood and breath:  
All this and more to speak I might be teller  
Of his true praise as Privy Counsellor,  
Who was so loved in Country, City, Court,  
That where he came he had a good report,  
Of high and low, 
King's privy Counsellor ●f England ●r Scotland.  all wished (his life might last)  
To see him sit in Parliament, and graced,  
For good of King, his Country high and small,  
Robed with Scarlet, as Nobles, so had all.  

●he Parliament did re●yce him.  In  appointed was his place,  
His time and day was come for public grace.  
The Commons they came, and thought to greet him,  
The Peers and Nobles there thought to meet him;  
The Bishop's ready to offer Incense sweet,  
For him and all to offer Prayers meet;  
But he himself was turned the Sacrifice,  
And turned them all to sorrows weeping eyes,  
Both King, and Prince, our Commons and our State,  
Did stay, as though they came his Hearse to wait,  
Or were so summoned here to meet his death,  
That overjoyed this day and gave up breath,  
Like Simeon, 
Like simeon that hoped for England's good thereby.  Lord let thy servant part,  
Now I have seen this day which joyed my heart,  
Christ's love to me and land, which robbed his on back,  
For Parliament in Heaven where is no lack  
Of Honour, Beauty, Riches, and true Fame,  
Since he is Christ's, and Christ is his by name,  
Where Grace, and Names, and Honours all in one,  
Agrees with Saints though we like Saints do moan,  
And mourn in all degrees following Hearse,  
With Trumpets sound and Heralds to rehearse.   

All which is said, may be so from his Name,  
Construed true from's Latin Anagram:   

LUDOVICUS STVARTTE. est, VIRTUTE DUCTO SALUS.  
Such joys the godly do in death attain,  
That death's no loss, but a Celestial gain;  
For dying in the Lord, they dying live,  
And for their life he doth a better give.  
Here's for your comfort then, he lived in fear  
Of God and Heaven, and now he liveth there.   
FJNJS.