[...]ELEGY On the
[...] of the Most Illstrious PRINCE
HENRY DUKE of GLOUCESTER, Third Brother to our most Gracious Soveraigne
Lord[?] KING
CHARLES the Second, Who Deceased
this[?] present LIVE
the 13th▪ of
September 1660.
TOGETHER W
[...]
[...]
[...]tation of all his Vertues and Religious Acts, Prudent Counsells, and
[...]ely Behaviours both in the R
[...]lm 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 pearle,we know
Angels Injoy'd him, while we Mourn below:
For such a sweet and Lovely losse 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 surrender'd him, he was to sweet,
An Orient Fabrick, here with us to keep,
For Angells themselves, in Heaven they,
Made composition to take him away:
For whose rich Vertues 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 Crown'd thee here below;
Heavens said nay to that, and with Applause,
Advanct thy Soul, to sweet Halelujahs,
Heavenly Harmonies, Angelical Praise,
Circle thy Throne in most Glorious Raies;
Of Triumphant Graces, amongst the holy Dieties,
Whose wonderous Vertues, and Godly Pieties,
Exceeds a
Solomon, the world doth know,
That such a tender Branch, could vertue shew,
In such abundance, and of such a prize,
The Worlds too little for to Equalize;
His admirable parts he had of late,
Which could give Counsell, to a Church and State:
To all good things, by Nature did Incline,
He sprung from such a good and Godly Vine,
Of Royall Decent, and Linage of a King,
Peace, Vertue, and Religion well Grounded in:
His Sacred Flames, no lesse Divine then bright,
That Heaven it self unto him took Delight,
And in an instant open'd on each side
That through the Aire, most gently down did glide,
A Curious Chariot, of
Azur cullered hew,
That
Cherubins and
Ceraphins most glorious drew,
Guarded by Angells Everlasting Smiles,
Clouds of
Auroras culler bore the Wheeles,
Whereon their Heavenly Banners did display,
To take this seemed Diety away:
And made a
Coronis of Stars to be
His mortall 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 wreath his sacred Head with laurel bayes:
No no, to Heaven he must soon depart,
And leave a Mournfull Realm without a Heart:
His losse with forrow doth the Land involve,
But that the Royall State is not dissolv'd:
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 Vertuous Prince, that Heavens will not doe;
Except Celestiall, then his purity
Transcends the crystall apple of the eye;
So then 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 youthfull daies:
O glorious Heavens! why wert thou so prone
To extract his immortall 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 center and awake
The spirit of Grief, that so our Ancients may
Make our love known in what we mournfull say.
Wee've lost our Prince, a glorious light we miss,
The very of-spring and the root of
Jess,
Which in the highest Heavens now in shrouds
All immortality above the Clouds,
Of eternall blessednesse: O! may we find.
Joy in those Royall
Branches left behind;
Since that Divine providence hath it so,
Let grief befriend us, that we all may grow
Rich in thy Vertues, and be Noble bent,
To Honour thy Relicks in thy Monument:
So ending in thy glorious splendid luster
Of Thrice Renowned
HENRY Duke of
Gloucester.
Tho. Howard.
LONDON, Printed for W. Gilbertson.