〈…〉 ELEGY On the 〈◊〉 of the Most Illstrious PRINCE HENRY DUKE of GLOUCESTER, Third Brother to our most Gracious Sovereign Lord KING CHARLES the Second, Who Deceased this present LIVE the 13th▪ of September 1660.  
TOGETHER W●●● 〈…〉 ●●●…tation of all his Virtues and Religious Acts, Prudent Counsels, and ●●●●ely Behaviours both in the Realm of England, and beyond the Seas.  
〈…〉 Sacred Flame▪ What Glorious light?  
〈…〉 that left the World in such a fright,  
〈…〉 all were in a doubt  
〈…〉 when his Soul went out,  
 
World was 〈…〉 Glory,  
Of such an O●●entiall pearl, we know  
Angels Enjoyed him, while we Mourn below:  
For such a sweet and Lovely loss as he,  
Youngest of years did Blush in his Maturity;  
Whose Fragrant smiles, & Crimson coloured Cheek,  
In primest of beauties, all might far go seek:  
And still will say, not finding such a one,  
The prime Cornation of the Gardens gone,  
The Earth surrendered him, he was to sweet,  
An Orient Fabric, here with us to keep,  
For Angels themselves, in Heaven they,  
Made composition to take him away:  
For whose rich Virtues sweet Society,  
Need must they Crown him with Immortality:  
O blessed Prince! who thought thy Coronation  
Had been so near in this thy Transportation:  
Unto a Heavenly Kingdom, all doth know,  
But could not we have Crowned thee here below;  
Heavens said nay to that, and with Applause,  
Advanct thy Soul, to sweet hallelujahs,  
Heavenly Harmonies, Angelical Praise,  
Circled thy Throne in most Glorious Rays;  
Of Triumphant Graces, amongst the holy Deities,  
Whose wondrous Virtues, and Godly Piety's,  
Exceeds a Solomon, the world doth know,  
That such a tender Branch, could virtue show,  
In such abundance, and of such a prize,  
The Worlds too little for to Equalise;  
His admirable parts he had of late,  
Which could give Counsel, to a Church and State:  
To all good things, by Nature did Incline,  
He sprung from such a good and Godly Vine,  
Of Royal Decent, and Lineage of a King,  
Peace, Virtue, and Religion well Grounded in:  
His Sacred Flames, no less Divine than bright,  
That Heaven itself unto him took Delight,  
And in an instant opened on each side  
That through the Air, most gently down did glide,  
A Curious Chariot, of Azure cullered hue,  
That Cherubins and Ceraphins most glorious drew,  
Guarded by Angels Everlasting Smiles,  
Clouds of Aurora's colour bore the Wheels,  
Whereon their Heavenly Banners did display,  
To take this seemed Deity away:  
And made a Coronis of Stars to be  
His mortal Crown unto Eternity;  
An Earthly one was not for his behoof,  
Else Heavens did not think it good enough;  
For to adorn him with an earthly praise,  
Or wreathe his sacred Head with laurel bays:  
No no, to Heaven he must soon departed,  
And leave a Mournful Realm without a Heart:  
His loss with sorrow doth the Land involve,  
But that the Royal State is not dissolved:  
O● he that truly would Mourn for such a Man,  
To find him tears, should drain the Ocean;  
And leave no more in't, with a grieved heart,  
Then one Ararat under Noah's Ark:  
But can tears cease us, or complaints renew  
This Virtuous Prince, that Heavens will not do;  
Except Celestial, than his purity  
Transcends the crystal apple of the eye;  
So than if grief by no means can revive,  
'Twill be so happy to keep Fame alive;  
And say blest Prince of everlasting praise,  
Thy Country gloried in thy youthful days:  
O glorious Heavens! why wert thou so prone  
To extract his immortal Soul from us so soon;  
That we more fuller all may here declare  
Our plaints, we should lay by our tears which are  
Too weak for such a loss; we now should slack  
With a just sigh, the centre and awake  
The spirit of Grief, that so our Ancients may  
Make our love known in what we mournful say.  
've lost our Prince, a glorious light we miss,  
The very offspring and the root of Jess,  
Which in the highest Heavens now in shrouds  
All immortality above the Clouds,  
Of eternal blessedness: O! may we find.  
Joy in those Royal Branches left behind;  
Since that Divine providence hath it so,  
Let grief befriend us, that we all may grow  
Rich in thy Virtues, and be Noble bent,  
To Honour thy Relics in thy Monument:  
So ending in thy glorious splendid lustre  
Of Thrice Renowned HENRY Duke of Gloucester.  Tho. Howard.  

LONDON, Printed for W. Gilbertson.