An elegie vpon the most deplorable death of Prince Henry, eldest sonne to the king of Bohemia who vpon the 9th of Ianuary last passing to Harlem, most unfortunately perished / [by] R. Abbey. Abbey, R. 1629 Approx. 11 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A11714 STC 22.7 ESTC S3174 33143104 ocm 33143104 28233

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 eng Henry, -- Prince of Bohemia, d. 1629 -- Poetry. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGIE Vpon the moſt deplorable death of Prince Henry Eldeſt ſonne to the King of Bohemia: Who vpon the 9th of Ianuary laſt paſsing to Harlem, moſt vnfortunately periſhed. ETernall Teares, Griefes, that ſhall never end, With murmures utter'd in lamenting verſe; Sad accents, and ſuch lines that forth may ſend Sounds, ſuch as Widdowes houle about the hearſe Of their dead Husbands; words whoſe force may bend Relentleſſe hearts, and flinty bowels pearce: Come to my plaints, bring Characters of woe, That endleſſe griefe, unvalued loſſe may ſhow. Me thinkes my hand as with a Fever ſhakes, Which when I to the trembling leafe apply, More ghaſtly white then earſt, for griefe it quakes, And ſeemes with us to have a Sympathie: But willingly this mournfull dye it takes Badge of our paſſions, ſorrowes liverie, Which as it drops from my unſtedfaſt penne, Seemes to lament the generall loſſe of men, In this young Prince moſt likely to revive The glorious Triumphs of his an •• ſtrie; This floure of youth, in whom did Nature ſtrive With Education for the victorie: Each ſeeming Conquereſſe, ſo they both did thrive, And grew ſo ſoone to ſuch an excellencie, Whom angry Fortune ſcarcely taught to feare, Nor hopes vaine breath aloft could ever beare. Drench't in the Sea, leſt the enamourd Earth Love-burnt might chance to prove Trinacrias loſſe, And from her burning Entrals ſend a breath Like that which comes from Aetnas ſulph'ry foſſe; Or leſt a floure ſhould from his Vrne have birth That might have power, the power of Fate to croſſe: And like th' immortall Nectar of the skye, Enfranchize men to immortalitie. Batavia, rather ſhould thy ſhores downe fall, And the fierce waues their ancient Lordſhip fill; Rather ſhould time backe ſummon and recall The bloody Actors in thy former ill: Rather in former ſeates ſhould Fate inſtall Proud Auſtria, D'Alva, Parma, Longeville In this revenge backe to reduce a flood, And make where once was Sea, a Sea of blood. What profits it though Nereus did reſigne Some of his Kingdome to the Continent, When he his generall forces did combine, And froth-immantled all in rage he went Againſt that ſtraight which Albion did confine, Which with his boyſtrous fury downe he rent; And broke that Iſthmus that did joyne before Our chalkie cliffes vnto the Belgicke ſhore? If like a cruell Lord he doth demand Such chiefe, ſuch duties for the unnaturall ſoile; And doth exact a due for barren ſand Of greater worth then was the richeſt ſpoile His waues could ever gaine, or the bright ſtrand Of the faire Eaſt, ſought with ſo dangerous toyle, Did ever vie againſt the Sun, or gold Pactolus ſtreames, or Tagus ſands enfold. Rather ſhould brav'd Iberia keepe the Ore Brought from the ranſackt Indias wealthy ground; Better our ioyes were diſanull'd before Report did ever ſuch a prize reſound, Rather ſhould Holland backe againe reſtore The riches in that conquerd fleet ſhe found, Then that it more ſhould hurt when it was gain'd, Then had it in our enemies hand remain'd. Thus by our gaine we loſt, our joy's our woe, So th' angry heavens our hopes ſtill countermand, Our Conqueſt proves our fatall overthrow; The Nerves of warre bring weakneſſe to our Land, Thus while we moſt do riſe, moſt downe we goe, Ever reſiding on the tottering ſand Of expectation, which each blaſt doth croſſe, And every gale can turne to greater loſſe. High Providence, could humane wit but ſound The deepe abyſſus of thy myſteries: How ſoon ſhould we on Heav'n our Comfort ground Not on conjectures, poſſibilities, Which then moſt vaine, when truſted moſt are found But broken reedes are all our policies. The Heauen's will have our hearts, and take away Thoſe things the ſoonſt that cauſe them moſt to ſtray. Thus both our Henries ſoone away did goe, Showne to the earth, not ſuffered to remaine, Now in the Heaven, more bright then ere did ſhow Proud Cyllarus riders o're the liquid plaine Of the vaſt Oceans Empire, Fa • es beſtow On them by turnes to ſhine upon the maine, Ours both together gliſter, joyntly live To Heaven and Earth their light at once they give. Did Silver footed Thetis cauſe thee dye, In thee the Pelian ſtemme to contemplate, Or Pallas wearie of Virginitie, T'enjoy thy love compact with envious Fate, To bring thee up above the golden skie: She worth thy love, thou worthy ſuch a mate, And leade thee up, ſith all the world denide A match for her like thee, thee ſuch a bride! Or did thoſe Heroes that in Paradice Enjoy thoſe ſweets th'inamel'd plaines doe yeeld; Or masking in their Robes of greateſt prize, In gentle rankes paſſe o're the flowry field: Where every Vale, each mount, each fall, each riſe, With thouſand kinds of rarities is fild: Where noiſeleſſe floods doe branch the youthfull mead, Birds ſweetly dumbe aeternall ſilence lead; As hence ſecure of Fate they caſt their eyes (Their eyes all ſeeing, paſſing all they ſee) In this ſweete Prince they view thoſe qualities That brought their ſoules to ſuch felicitie, When envying us, they with the Fates deviſe To bring him, (worthy of their company) Which as they found him, took him ſtraight away: Their ſtrong deſires admitting no delay. Arion, thou hadſt power to charme with ſtring A fiſh to beare thee ſafe vnto the ſhore: Could not thy plaints (ſweet Prince) have power to bring Something amidſt the waues to paſſe thee o're Whoſe voyce was better Muſicke? Did what bore So ſweet a burden feare abandoning, And with the traytrous winds and ayre agree To keepe thee ſtill, to deale ſo cruelly. Enjoy ſweet Spirit thine aeternall reſt, Our loſſe, not thine, is cauſe of this our woe; Above the golden ſpheares live ever bleſt, Poſſeſſe the Crowne the Heavens on thee beſtow, In ſtead of earthly diadem; poſſeſt By glorious Saints, ſo maiſt thou euer ſhow Thy light, not ſet a fained Starre in skie, But plac't a Saint in greater dignitie.

This moſt hopeful young Prince paſſing with his Father, and ſome few Attendants to Harlem to viewe the Plate-fleete lately ſurpriſed by the Hollander, being in a ſmall Paſſageboat, was ouer-ſet with a ſhip of greater burden from Amſterdam. His Father, with two or three Followers were ſaued by entring ropes caſt out of the greater ſhip, which takt inſtantly about for their reliefe. The Prince himſelfe labouring to ſaue his life, attained ſome height vpon the maſt of the ſmall veſſel that was ſunke, where calling for ſuccour, & none comming to his aide, he was for ſome ſpace heard crying: from which part of the ſhip the next morning they took him ſtarued and frozen to death, whoſe corpes his Father brought to the Court the day following, being for the circumſtance of his death, as well as for his hopefull parts infinitely lamented.

FINIS. R. ABBEY.

LONDON, Printed for Richard Royſtore. 1629.