A liuing sadnes, in duty consecrated to the immortall memory of our late deceased albe-loued soueraigne lord, the peeereles paragon of princes, Iames, King of great Brittaine, France and Ireland Who departed this life at his mannour of Theobalds, on Sunday last, the 27. of March, 1625. By Iohn Taylor.
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             A liuing sadnes, in duty consecrated to the immortall memory of our late deceased albe-loued soueraigne lord, the peeereles paragon of princes, Iames, King of great Brittaine, France and Ireland Who departed this life at his mannour of Theobalds, on Sunday last, the 27. of March, 1625. By Iohn Taylor.
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           Who
           departed
           this
           Life
           at
           his
           Mannour
           of
           Theobalds
           ,
           on
           Sunday
           last
           ,
           the
           27.
           of
           March
           ,
           1625.
           
        
         
           By
           IOHN
           TAYLOR
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           THE
           MOST
           HIGH
           AND
           PVISSANT
           PRINCE
           ,
           CHARLES
           by
           the
           Grace
           of
           God
           ,
           the
           first
           of
           that
           Name
           ,
           and
           second
           Monarch
           of
           the
           whole
           Iland
           of
           Great
           BRITTAINE
           :
           His
           vndoubted
           Royalties
           being
           vnited
           vnder
           one
           and
           the
           same
           his
           most
           glorious
           Crowne
           ,
           the
           Kingdoms
           of
           
             England
             ,
             Scotland
             ,
             France
          
           ,
           and
           Ireland
           ;
           Gods
           Immediate
           Vice
           Gerent
           ;
           Supreame
           head
           of
           all
           Persons
           ,
           and
           Defender
           of
           the
           true
           ,
           ancient
           Christian
           Faith
           ,
           in
           these
           his
           Empires
           and
           Dominions
           .
        
         
           MOst
           Mighty
           Monarch
           of
           this
           mourning
           Land
           ,
        
         
           Vpon
           the
           Knees
           of
           my
           submissiue
           minde
           :
        
         
           I
           begge
           Acceptance
           at
           your
           Royall
           hand
           ,
        
         
           That
           my
           Lamenting
           Muse
           may
           fauour
           finde
           .
        
         
         
           My
           Gracious
           Master
           was
           so
           good
           ,
           so
           kinde
           ,
        
         
           So
           iust
           ,
           so
           much-beloued
           neare
           and
           farre
           :
        
         
           Which
           generally
           did
           Loue
           ,
           and
           Duty
           binde
        
         
           From
           all
           ,
           and
           from
           me
           in
           particular
           .
        
         
           But
           as
           your
           Maiesty
           vndoubted
           are
        
         
           The
           Heyre
           vnto
           his
           Vertues
           and
           his
           Crowne
           :
        
         
           I
           pray
           ,
           that
           whether
           HEAVEN
           send
           Peace
           or
           War
        
         
           You
           likewise
           may
           inherit
           his
           Renowne
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           Death
           strucke
           his
           Earthly
           Glory
           downe
           ,
        
         
           Left
           you
           in
           Maiestie
           ,
           and
           
             mourning
             Chiefe
          
           :
        
         
           Yet
           through
           the
           World
           apparently
           't
           is
           knowne
        
         
           Your
           Sorrow
           is
           an
           vniuersall
           Griefe
           .
        
         
           Let
           this
           recomfort
           then
           your
           Princely
           heart
           ,
        
         
           That
           in
           this
           Duty
           ,
           all
           men
           beares
           a
           part
           .
        
         
           
             Your
             Maiesties
             most
             humble
             and
             obedient
             Subject
             and
             Seruant
             ,
             IOHN
             TAYLOR
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           YOV
           Gushing
           Torrents
           of
           my
           Teare-drown'd
           eyes
           ,
        
         
           Sad
           Part●ners
           of
           my
           hearts
           Calamities
           .
        
         
           Tempesteous
           Sighs
           ,
           like
           windes
           in
           Prison
           Pent
           :
        
         
           Which
           (
           wanting
           vent
           )
           my
           grieued
           soule
           hath
           Rent
           ,
        
         
           Deepe
           wounding
           Grones
           (
           Companions
           of
           vnrest
           )
        
         
           Thronges
           from
           the
           Bottome
           of
           my
           Care-Craz'd
           Brest
           ,
        
         
           You
           three
           ,
           Continuall
           fellowes
           of
           my
           mones
        
         
           (
           My
           Brinish
           Teares
           ,
           Sad
           sighes
           ,
           &
           Pondrous
           Grones
           )
        
         
           I
           doe
           entreate
           you
           neuer
           to
           depart
        
         
           But
           be
           the
           true
           Assistants
           of
           my
           heart
           ,
        
         
           In
           this
           Great
           Sorrow
           ,
           (
           that
           my
           Trembling
           Quill
        
         
           Describes
           )
           which
           ,
           doth
           our
           land
           with
           mourning
           fill
           .
        
         
           Ah
           Death
           !
           could
           nought
           thy
           hunger
           satisfie
           ,
        
         
           But
           thou
           must
           Glut
           thy selfe
           with
           Maiestie
           ?
        
         
           Could
           nothing
           thy
           Insatiate
           thirst
           Restraine
           ,
        
         
           But
           Royall
           Blood
           of
           our
           Dread
           Soueraigne
           ?
        
         
           In
           this
           thy
           spight
           exceedes
           ,
           beyond
           all
           Boundes
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           one
           Blow
           ,
           3.
           kingdomes
           filld'st
           with
           wounds
           .
        
         
           When
           thou
           that
           fatall
           deadly
           stroake
           did'st
           strike
           ,
        
         
           Then
           (
           Death
           )
           thou
           playd'st
           the
           Tyrant
           -
           Catholicke
           .
        
         
           Our
           griefes
           are
           Vniuersall
           ,
           and
           the
           Summe
        
         
           Cast
           vp
           ,
           the
           blow
           doth
           wound
           all
           Christendome
           .
        
         
         
           But
           wherefore
           
             (
             Death
          
           )
           doe
           I
           on
           thee
           Exclaime
           ?
        
         
           Thou
           cam'st
           in
           the
           Eternall
           Kings
           Great
           name
           ,
        
         
           For
           as
           ,
           no
           mortall
           Power
           can
           thee
           preuent
           ,
        
         
           So
           thou
           doest
           neuer
           ,
           Come
           ,
           but
           thou
           art
           sent
           .
        
         
           And
           now
           thou
           cam'st
           vpon
           vnwelcome
           wings
           ,
        
         
           To
           our
           best
           King
           ,
           from
           the
           blest
           King
           of
           Kings
           ,
        
         
           To
           Summon
           him
           to
           change
           his
           Earthly
           Throne
           ,
        
         
           For
           an
           Immortall
           ,
           and
           a
           Heau'nly
           one
           .
        
         
           (
           When
           men
           vnthankfull
           ,
           for
           a
           good
           Receau'd
           )
           ,
        
         
           'T
           is
           Iust
           that
           of
           that
           good
           they
           be
           bereau'd
           )
        
         
           His
           Gouernment
           ,
           both
           God
           and
           Men
           did
           please
           ,
        
         
           Except
           such
           spirits
           as
           might
           complaine
           of
           Ease
           ,
        
         
           Repining
           Passions
           wearied
           with
           much
           Rest
           ,
        
         
           The
           want
           to
           be
           Molested
           ,
           might
           Molest
           .
        
         
           Such
           men
           thinke
           Peace
           a
           Torment
           ,
           and
           no
           Trouble
        
         
           Is
           worse
           then
           Trouble
           ,
           though
           it
           should
           come
           double
           .
        
         
           I
           speake
           of
           such
           ,
           as
           with
           our
           peace
           were
           Cloy'd
           ,
        
         
           Though
           warre
           I
           thinke
           ,
           might
           well
           haue
           bin
           Imploy'd
           .
        
         
           True
           Brittaines
           ,
           wish
           iust
           warres
           to
           Entertaine
           ,
        
         
           (
           I
           meane
           no
           Aide
           for
           Spinola
           ,
           or
           Spaine
           )
        
         
           But
           Time
           and
           Troubles
           would
           not
           suffer
           it
           ,
        
         
           Nor
           Gods
           Apointment
           would
           the
           same
           permit
           .
        
         
           He
           is
           Inscrutable
           in
           all
           his
           wayes
           ,
        
         
           And
           at
           his
           pleasure
           humbleth
           ,
           and
           will
           raise
           .
        
         
           For
           Patience
           ,
           is
           a
           vertue
           he
           Regardeth
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           the
           End
           ,
           with
           victorie
           Rewardeth
           .
        
         
           But
           whither
           hath
           my
           Mournefull
           Muse
           digrest
           ?
        
         
           From
           my
           beloued
           Soueraigne
           Lord
           deceast
           :
        
         
           
             Who
             was
             to
             vs
          
           ,
           and
           we
           to
           him
           ,
           Eu'n
           Thus
           ,
        
         
           To
           bad
           for
           him
           ,
           and
           he
           ,
           
             to
             good
             for
             vs.
          
        
         
         
           For
           good
           men
           in
           their
           Deaths
           ,
           'T
           is
           vnderstood
        
         
           They
           leaue
           the
           bad
           ,
           and
           goe
           vnto
           the
           Good.
        
         
           This
           was
           the
           cause
           ,
           why
           God
           did
           take
           from
           hence
           ,
        
         
           This
           most
           Religious
           ,
           Learned
           ,
           Gracious
           Prince
           ,
        
         
           This
           Parragon
           of
           Kings
           ,
           this
           Matchlesse
           Mirror
           ,
        
         
           This
           
             Faith
             's
             defending
          
           Antichristian
           Terror
           ,
        
         
           This
           Royall
           al-beloued
           King
           of
           Harts
           ,
        
         
           This
           Patterne
           ,
           and
           this
           Patron
           of
           good
           Arts
           ,
        
         
           This
           cabinet
           of
           mercie
           ,
           Temperance
           ,
        
         
           Prudence
           ,
           and
           Iustice
           ,
           that
           doth
           man
           aduance
           .
        
         
           This
           Magazine
           of
           Pious
           Clemencie
           ,
        
         
           This
           fountaine
           of
           true
           Liberalitie
           ,
        
         
           This
           minde
           ,
           where
           vertue
           dayly
           did
           increase
           ,
        
         
           This
           Peace-full
           Seruant
           to
           the
           God
           of
           Peace
           .
        
         
           This
           second
           great
           Apollo
           ,
           from
           whose
           Raies
           ,
        
         
           Poore
           Poetrie
           did
           winne
           Immortall
           Baies
           ,
        
         
           From
           whence
           the
           sacred
           Sisters
           ,
           Treble
           Trine
        
         
           Had
           life
           and
           motion
           ,
           Influence
           diuine
           ,
        
         
           These
           vertues
           did
           adorne
           his
           Diadem
           ,
        
         
           And
           God
           ,
           in
           taking
           him
           ,
           hath
           taken
           them
           .
        
         
           Of
           all
           which
           Blessings
           ,
           (
           we
           must
           needs
           confesse
           )
        
         
           We
           are
           depriu'd
           for
           our
           vnworthinesse
           .
        
         
           A
           good
           man
           's
           neuer
           mist
           till
           he
           be
           gone
           ,
        
         
           And
           then
           most
           vaine
           and
           fruitlesse
           is
           our
           mone
           ,
        
         
           But
           as
           Heau'ns
           fauours
           ,
           downe
           to
           vs
           descended
           :
        
         
           So
           if
           our
           thankfulnesse
           had
           but
           Ascended
           ,
        
         
           Had
           we
           made
           Conscience
           of
           our
           wayes
           to
           sinne
           ,
        
         
           So
           soone
           of
           him
           ,
           we
           not
           depriu'd
           had
           bin
           .
        
         
           Then
           let
           vs
           not
           lament
           his
           losse
           so
           much
           ,
        
         
           But
           for
           our
           owne
           vnworthinesse
           was
           such
           .
        
         
         
           So
           from
           th'vnthankfull
           
             Iewes
             ,
             God
          
           in
           his
           wrath
        
         
           Tooke
           good
           Iosias
           ,
           by
           vnlook'd
           for
           death
           .
        
         
           And
           for
           our
           sinnes
           ,
           our
           ignorance
           must
           know
           ,
        
         
           We
           haue
           procur'd
           ,
           and
           felt
           this
           cureles
           blow
           .
        
         
           And
           Christendome
           ,
           I
           feare
           in
           losing
           him
           ,
        
         
           Is
           much
           dismembred
           ,
           and
           hath
           lost
           a
           limme
           .
        
         
           As
           by
           the
           fruite
           the
           tree
           may
           be
           exprest
           ,
        
         
           His
           workes
           declar'd
           ,
           his
           learning
           manifest
           .
        
         
           Whereby
           his
           wisedome
           wan
           this
           great
           renowne
           ,
        
         
           That
           second
           Salomon
           wore
           Brittaines
           crowne
           .
        
         
           His
           pen
           restrain'd
           the
           strong
           ,
           relieu'd
           the
           weake
           ,
        
         
           And
           graciously
           he
           could
           write
           ,
           doe
           and
           speake
           .
        
         
           He
           had
           more
           force
           and
           vigour
           in
           his
           wordes
           ,
        
         
           Then
           neigh'bring
           Princes
           could
           haue
           in
           their
           swordes
           .
        
         
           Fraunce
           ,
           Denmark
           ,
           Poland
           ,
           Sweden
           ,
           Germanie
           ,
        
         
           
             Spaine
             ,
             Sauoy
             ,
             Italie
          
           ,
           and
           Muscouie
           ,
        
         
           Bohemia
           ,
           and
           the
           fruitfull
           Palatine
           ,
        
         
           The
           
             Swisses
             ,
             Grisons
          
           ,
           and
           the
           Veltoline
           ,
        
         
           As
           farre
           as
           euer
           Sol
           ,
           or
           Luna
           shin'd
        
         
           Beyond
           the
           Westerne
           ,
           or
           the
           Easterne
           Inde
           .
        
         
           His
           counsell
           ,
           and
           his
           fauours
           were
           requir'd
           ,
        
         
           Approu'd
           ,
           Belou'd
           ,
           Applauded
           ,
           and
           Admir'd
           :
        
         
           When
           round
           about
           ,
           the
           Nations
           farre
           and
           neere
           ,
        
         
           With
           cruell
           bloodie
           warres
           infested
           were
           ;
        
         
           When
           Mars
           with
           sword
           and
           fire
           ,
           in
           furious
           rage
           ,
        
         
           Spoyl'd
           and
           consum'd
           ,
           not
           sparing
           Sex
           or
           age
           ;
        
         
           Whil'st
           mothers
           (
           with
           great
           griefe
           )
           were
           childles
           made
           ,
        
         
           And
           Sonne
           gainst
           Sire
           oppos'd
           with
           trenchant
           blade
           :
        
         
           When
           brother
           against
           brother
           ,
           kinne
           gainst
           kinne
           ,
        
         
           Through
           death
           and
           danger
           did
           destruction
           winne
           .
        
         
         
           When
           Murthers
           mercilesse
           ,
           and
           beastly
           Rapes
           ,
        
         
           Theft
           ,
           Famine
           (
           Miseries
           in
           sundry
           shapes
           )
        
         
           While
           Mischiefes
           thus
           great
           Kingdomes
           ouerwhelme
           ,
        
         
           Our
           prudent
           Steeresman
           held
           great
           Brittaines
           Helme
           ,
        
         
           Conducting
           so
           this
           mighty
           Shippe
           of
           State
           ,
        
         
           That
           strangers
           enuide
           ,
           and
           admir'd
           thereat
           .
        
         
           When
           blessed
           Peace
           ,
           with
           terrour
           and
           affright
        
         
           Was
           in
           amazed
           and
           distracted
           flight
        
         
           By
           bloody
           Warre
           ,
           and
           in
           continuall
           Chase
           ,
        
         
           Cours'd
           like
           a
           fearefull
           Hare
           ,
           from
           place
           to
           place
           :
        
         
           Not
           daring
           any
           where
           to
           show
           her
           Head
           ,
        
         
           She
           (
           happily
           )
           into
           this
           Kingdome
           fled
           .
        
         
           Whom
           Royall
           IAMES
           did
           freely
           entertaine
           ,
        
         
           And
           graciously
           did
           keepe
           Her
           all
           his
           Raigne
           .
        
         
           Whilst
           other
           Lands
           (
           that
           for
           her
           absence
           mourne
           )
        
         
           With
           sighes
           and
           teares
           doe
           wish
           her
           backe
           returne
           .
        
         
           They
           finde
           in
           loosing
           Her
           ,
           they
           lost
           a
           blisse
           ,
        
         
           A
           hundred
           Townes
           in
           France
           can
           witnesse
           this
           ,
        
         
           Where
           Warres
           compulsion
           ,
           or
           else
           composition
        
         
           Did
           force
           Obedience
           ,
           Bondage
           ,
           or
           Submission
           .
        
         
           Fields
           lay
           vntild
           ,
           and
           fruitfull
           Land
           lay
           wast
           ,
        
         
           And
           this
           was
           scarcely
           yet
           full
           three
           yeares
           past
           .
        
         
           Where
           these
           vnciuill
           ciuill
           Warres
           destroy'd
        
         
           Princes
           ,
           Lords
           ,
           Captaines
           ,
           men
           of
           Note
           imploy'd
           ,
        
         
           One
           hundred
           sixty
           seauen
           ,
           in
           number
           all
           ,
        
         
           And
           Common
           people
           did
           past
           number
           fall
           .
        
         
           These
           wretches
           (
           wearied
           with
           these
           home-bred
           Iarres
           )
        
         
           Loue
           Peace
           ,
           for
           being
           beaten
           sore
           with
           Warres
           .
        
         
           Nor
           doe
           I
           here
           inueigh
           against
           just
           Armes
           ,
        
         
           But
           'gainst
           vniust
           ,
           vnaturall
           Alarmes
           .
        
         
         
           Iust
           Warres
           are
           made
           ,
           to
           make
           vniust
           Warres
           cease
           ,
        
         
           And
           in
           this
           sort
           Warres
           are
           the
           meanes
           of
           Peace
           .
        
         
           In
           all
           which
           turmoyles
           ,
           Brittaine
           was
           at
           rest
           ,
        
         
           No
           thundring
           Cannons
           did
           our
           Peace
           molest
           .
        
         
           No
           churlish
           Drum
           ,
           no
           Rapes
           ,
           no
           slaughtring
           wounds
           ;
        
         
           No
           Trumpets
           cl●●gor
           to
           th
           Battaile
           sounds
           :
        
         
           But
           euery
           Subiect
           here
           enioy'd
           his
           owne
           ,
        
         
           And
           did
           securely
           Reape
           what
           they
           had
           Sowne
           .
        
         
           Each
           man
           beneath
           his
           Fig-tree
           ,
           and
           his
           Vine
        
         
           In
           Peace
           with
           plenty
           did
           both
           Suppe
           and
           Dine
           .
        
         
           O
           GOD
           how
           much
           thy
           Goodnesse
           doth
           or'eflow
           ,
        
         
           Thou
           hast
           not
           dealt
           with
           other
           Nations
           so
           !
        
         
           And
           all
           these
           blessings
           which
           from
           Heauen
           did
           spring
           ,
        
         
           Were
           by
           our
           Soueraignes
           wisdomes
           managing
           .
        
         
           
             Gods
             Steward
          
           ,
           both
           in
           Office
           ,
           and
           in
           Name
           ,
        
         
           And
           his
           account
           was
           euermore
           his
           aime
           :
        
         
           The
           thought
           from
           out
           his
           minde
           did
           seldome
           slippe
           ,
        
         
           That
           once
           he
           must
           giue
           vp
           his
           Steward-shippe
           .
        
         
           His
           Anger
           written
           on
           weake
           water
           was
           ,
        
         
           His
           Patience
           and
           his
           Loue
           were
           grau'd
           in
           Brasse
           :
        
         
           His
           Fury
           like
           a
           wandring
           Starre
           soone
           gone
           ,
        
         
           His
           Clemency
           was
           like
           a
           fixed
           one
           .
        
         
           So
           that
           as
           many
           lou'd
           him
           whilst
           he
           liu'd
           ,
        
         
           More
           then
           so
           many
           by
           his
           Death
           are
           grieu'd
           .
        
         
           The
           hand
           of
           Heauen
           was
           onely
           his
           support
           ,
        
         
           And
           blest
           him
           in
           the
           Nobles
           of
           his
           Court
           ,
        
         
           To
           whom
           his
           Bounty
           was
           exprest
           so
           Royall
           ,
        
         
           That
           he
           these
           twenty
           yeares
           found
           none
           disloyall
           ;
        
         
           But
           as
           bright
           Iewels
           of
           his
           Diadem
           ,
        
         
           They
           faithfully
           seru'd
           him
           ,
           he
           honour'd
           them
           .
        
         
         
           And
           as
           in
           life
           ,
           they
           were
           on
           him
           relying
           ,
        
         
           So
           many
           of
           them
           vshered
           him
           in
           dying
           .
        
         
           Richmonds
           and
           Linox
           Duke
           ,
           first
           led
           the
           way
           ,
        
         
           Next
           Dorsets
           spirit
           forsooke
           hir
           house
           of
           Clay
           .
        
         
           Then
           Linox
           Duke
           againe
           ,
           Duke
           Lodwicks
           Brother
        
         
           Was
           third
           ,
           and
           good
           Southampton
           fourth
           another
           .
        
         
           Lord
           Wri●thsly
           next
           ,
           Southamptons
           Noble
           Sonne
           ,
        
         
           The
           race
           of
           his
           mortality
           did
           runne
           .
        
         
           Next
           dyde
           olde
           Charles
           ,
           true
           honour'd
           Nottingham
        
         
           (
           The
           Brooche
           and
           honour
           of
           his
           House
           and
           Name
           )
        
         
           Braue
           Belfast
           next
           ,
           his
           vitall
           threed
           was
           spunne
           ,
        
         
           And
           last
           the
           Noble
           Marquesse
           Hambleton
           .
        
         
           These
           in
           the
           compasse
           of
           one
           yeare
           went
           hence
           ,
        
         
           And
           lead
           the
           way
           to
           their
           beloued
           Prince
           .
        
         
           And
           our
           deceased
           Soueraigne
           quickly
           went
           ,
        
         
           To
           change
           Earths
           Pompe
           ,
           for
           glory
           permanent
           .
        
         
           Like
           Phoebus
           in
           his
           Course
           h'aroase
           and
           ran
        
         
           His
           Raigne
           in
           March
           both
           ended
           and
           began
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           if
           he
           had
           bin
           a
           Star
           that
           's
           fixt
        
         
           His
           Rise
           and
           Set
           were
           but
           two
           dayes
           betwixt
           ,
        
         
           And
           once
           in
           two
           and
           twenty
           yeares
           't
           is
           prou'd
           ,
        
         
           That
           the
           most
           fixed
           Starres
           are
           something
           mou'd
           .
        
         
           But
           in
           his
           end
           ,
           his
           Constancy
           we
           finde
        
         
           He
           had
           no
           mutable
           or
           wauering
           minde
           :
        
         
           For
           that
           Religion
           which
           his
           tongue
           and
           pen
        
         
           Did
           still
           defend
           with
           God
           ,
           maintaine
           with
           men
           :
        
         
           That
           Faith
           which
           in
           his
           Life
           he
           did
           expresse
           ,
        
         
           He
           in
           his
           Death
           did
           constantly
           professe
           ;
        
         
           His
           Treasure
           and
           his
           Iewels
           ,
           they
           were
           such
           ,
        
         
           As
           I
           thinke
           Englands
           Kings
           had
           ne're
           so
           much
           .
        
         
         
           And
           still
           to
           men
           of
           honour
           and
           desert
           ,
        
         
           His
           Coffers
           were
           as
           open
           as
           his
           heart
           .
        
         
           Peace
           ,
           Patience
           ,
           Iustice
           ,
           Mercie
           ,
           Pietie
           ;
        
         
           These
           were
           his
           Iewels
           in
           variety
           :
        
         
           His
           Treasure
           alwaies
           was
           his
           Subiects
           Loue
           ,
        
         
           Which
           they
           still
           gaue
           him
           ,
           as
           th'
           effects
           did
           proue
           :
        
         
           Which
           like
           to
           Earths
           contributary
           streames
           ,
        
         
           Payde
           homage
           to
           their
           Soueraigne
           Ocean
           ,
           Iames
           :
        
         
           He
           knew
           ,
           that
           Princes
           Treasure
           to
           be
           best
           ,
        
         
           That
           's
           layde
           vp
           in
           the
           loyall
           Subjects
           brest
           ;
        
         
           And
           onely
           't
           was
           the
           Riches
           of
           the
           minde
           ,
        
         
           To
           which
           he
           couetously
           was
           inclinde
           .
        
         
           Thus
           was
           he
           blest
           in
           Person
           ,
           blest
           in
           State
           ,
        
         
           Blest
           in
           his
           first
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           Latter
           date
           :
        
         
           Blest
           in
           his
           education
           ,
           blest
           in
           's
           learning
           ,
        
         
           Blest
           in
           his
           Wisedome
           ,
           Good
           and
           Ill
           discerning
           ,
        
         
           Blest
           in
           his
           Marriage
           ,
           and
           in
           his
           royall
           Race
           ,
        
         
           But
           blessed
           most
           of
           all
           in
           Gods
           high
           Grace
           .
        
         
           He
           did
           his
           God
           deuoutely
           serue
           and
           feare
           ,
        
         
           He
           lou'd
           him
           ,
           and
           his
           loue
           he
           held
           most
           deare
           :
        
         
           He
           honour'd
           and
           obayde
           him
           faithfully
           ;
        
         
           He
           in
           his
           fauour
           liu'd
           ,
           and
           so
           did
           dye
           :
        
         
           His
           duty
           vnto
           God
           he
           knew
           the
           way
        
         
           And
           meanes
           ,
           to
           make
           his
           Subiects
           him
           obey
           :
        
         
           He
           knew
           that
           if
           he
           seru'd
           his
           God
           ,
           that
           then
        
         
           He
           should
           be
           seru'd
           ,
           and
           fear'd
           ,
           and
           lou'd
           of
           Men
           :
        
         
           And
           that
           if
           he
           Gods
           Statutes
           did
           respect
           ,
        
         
           That
           Men
           would
           feare
           his
           Statutes
           to
           neglect
           .
        
         
           Thus
           his
           Obedience
           vpward
           ,
           did
           bring
           downe
        
         
           Obedience
           to
           his
           Person
           ,
           and
           his
           Crowne
           .
        
         
         
           He
           did
           aduaunce
           the
           good
           ,
           supprest
           the
           bad
           ,
        
         
           Relieu'd
           the
           poore
           ,
           and
           comforted
           the
           sad
           :
        
         
           The
           widow
           ,
           and
           the
           orphant
           fatherlesse
           ,
        
         
           He
           often
           hath
           suppli'd
           in
           their
           distresse
           ,
        
         
           For
           why
           ,
           to
           rich
           and
           poore
           ,
           to
           great
           and
           small
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           a
           common
           Father
           vnto
           all
           .
        
         
           His
           affabilitie
           and
           Princely
           partes
           ,
        
         
           Made
           him
           a
           mighty
           Conquerour
           of
           Hartes
           :
        
         
           Offenders
           whom
           the
           law
           of
           life
           depriues
           ,
        
         
           His
           Mercie
           pardon'd
           ,
           and
           preseru'd
           their
           liues
           ,
        
         
           To
           prisoners
           ,
           and
           poore
           captiues
           miserie
           ,
        
         
           He
           was
           a
           Magazine
           of
           charitie
           ,
        
         
           For
           losses
           that
           by
           sea
           ,
           or
           fire
           did
           come
           ,
        
         
           He
           hath
           bestowed
           many
           a
           liberall
           summe
           .
        
         
           Besides
           ,
           for
           Churches
           ,
           it
           most
           plaine
           appeares
           ,
        
         
           That
           more
           hath
           bin
           repair'd
           in
           twentie
           yeares
        
         
           (
           In
           honour
           of
           our
           God
           ,
           and
           Sauiours
           name
           )
        
         
           Then
           in
           an
           hundred
           yeares
           before
           he
           came
           .
        
         
           Our
           ancient
           famous
           Vniuersities
           ,
        
         
           Diuine
           ,
           and
           Humane
           learnings
           Nurseries
           :
        
         
           Such
           dewes
           of
           Grace
           ,
           as
           the
           Almighties
           will
           ,
        
         
           Was
           pleased
           (
           through
           those
           Limbecks
           )
           to
           distill
           .
        
         
           Which
           (
           spight
           of
           Romish
           rage
           ,
           or
           Sathans
           hate
           )
        
         
           Hath
           caus'd
           the
           glorious
           gospell
           propogate
           :
        
         
           Our
           
             (
             light
             of
             learning
             )
             IAMES
             ,
          
           did
           still
           protect
           them
           ,
        
         
           And
           as
           a
           nursing
           Father
           did
           affect
           them
           .
        
         
           Thus
           was
           He
           ,
           for
           our
           soules
           ,
           and
           bodies
           health
           ,
        
         
           Defender
           of
           both
           Church
           and
           Common-wealth
           .
        
         
           For
           
             Ireland
             ,
             he
          
           hath
           much
           reduc'd
           that
           nation
           ,
        
         
           Churches
           with
           Land
           endowed
           ,
           caus'd
           much
           plātation
           .
        
         
         
           Whereby
           Ciuility
           is
           planted
           there
           ,
        
         
           The
           Kings
           Obedience
           ,
           and
           th'Almigties
           Feare
           .
        
         
           These
           Deedes
           this
           worthy
           godly
           Prince
           hath
           done
           ,
        
         
           For
           which
           he
           hath
           perpetuall
           praises
           wonne
           .
        
         
           Ah!
           what
           a
           gracious
           Man
           of
           God
           was
           this
           ?
        
         
           Mercy
           and
           Iustice
           did
           each
           other
           kisse
           ;
        
         
           His
           Affability
           whilst
           he
           did
           liue
           ,
        
         
           Did
           make
           all
           Men
           themselues
           to
           him
           to
           giue
           .
        
         
           Thus
           liu'd
           Great
           IAMES
           ,
           and
           thus
           Great
           IAMES
           did
           dye
           ,
        
         
           And
           dying
           thus
           doth
           liue
           Eternally
           .
        
         
           With
           Honour
           he
           did
           liue
           ,
           and
           Life
           forsooke
           ,
        
         
           With
           Patience
           like
           a
           Lambe
           his
           Death
           he
           tooke
           :
        
         
           And
           leauing
           Kingly
           cares
           ,
           &
           Princely
           paine
           ,
        
         
           He
           now
           inherits
           an
           Immortall
           Raigne
           :
        
         
           For
           royal
           grieu'd
           ,
           perplexed
           Maiestie
           ,
        
         
           He
           hath
           a
           Crowne
           of
           perpetuitie
           :
        
         
           For
           miserable
           Pompe
           that
           's
           transitory
           ,
        
         
           He
           is
           aduanc'd
           to
           euerlasting
           glory
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           he
           lou'd
           ,
           and
           liu'd
           ,
           and
           dyde
           in
           Peace
           ,
        
         
           So
           he
           in
           Peace
           did
           quietly
           decease
           :
        
         
           So
           let
           him
           rest
           in
           that
           most
           blest
           condition
           ,
        
         
           That
           's
           subiect
           to
           no
           change
           or
           intermission
           ;
        
         
           Whilst
           we
           his
           Seruants
           ,
           of
           him
           thus
           bereft
           ,
        
         
           With
           grieued
           and
           perplexed
           hearts
           are
           left
           ;
        
         
           But
           God
           in
           mercy
           looking
           on
           our
           griefe
           ,
        
         
           Before
           he
           gaue
           the
           wound
           ,
           ordain'd
           reliefe
           :
        
         
           Though
           duteous
           Sorrow
           bids
           vs
           not
           forget
        
         
           This
           clowde
           of
           Death
           ,
           wherein
           our
           Sunne
           did
           set
           ,
        
         
           His
           Sonnes
           resplendent
           Maiestie
           did
           rise
           ,
        
         
           Loadstone
           ,
           and
           Loadstarre
           to
           our
           hearts
           and
           eyes
           :
        
         
         
           He
           cheeres
           our
           drooping
           spirits
           ,
           he
           frees
           our
           feares
        
         
           And
           (
           like
           the
           Sunne
           )
           dryes
           vp
           our
           dewey
           Teares
           .
        
         
           And
           
             those
             his
          
           seruants
           that
           lamenting
           Grieue
        
         
           King
           Charles
           his
           Grace
           and
           fauour
           doth
           Releeue
           :
        
         
           But
           as
           they
           seru'd
           his
           Father
           ,
           so
           he
           will
        
         
           Be
           their
           most
           louing
           Lord
           and
           Soueraigne
           still
           ,
        
         
           As
           they
           were
           first
           to
           their
           Master
           liuing
           (
           being
           dead
           )
        
         
           They
           are
           releeued
           ,
           and
           recomforted
           .
        
         
           Thus
           Charitie
           doth
           in
           succession
           runne
           ,
        
         
           A
           Pious
           Father
           leaues
           a
           Godly
           Sonne
           :
        
         
           Which
           Sonne
           his
           Kingly
           Gouernment
           shall
           passe
        
         
           His
           Kingdomes
           Father
           ,
           as
           his
           Father
           was
           .
        
         
           For
           though
           Great
           Iames
           inter'd
           in
           earth
           doth
           lye
        
         
           Great
           Charles
           his
           breast
           intombes
           his
           memorye
           ,
        
         
           And
           heer
           's
           our
           comforts
           midst
           our
           discontents
        
         
           Hee
           's
           season'd
           with
           his
           Fathers
           Documents
           .
        
         
           And
           as
           th'
           Almighty
           was
           his
           sheild
           and
           speare
           ,
        
         
           Protecting
           him
           from
           danger
           euery
           where
           :
        
         
           From
           most
           vnnaturall
           foule
           Conspiracie
           ,
        
         
           From
           Powder
           plots
           ,
           and
           hellish
           Treacherie
           ,
        
         
           Whilst
           he
           both
           liu'd
           and
           dyde
           ,
           belou'd
           ,
           Renound
           ,
        
         
           And
           Treason
           did
           it selfe
           ,
           it selfe
           confound
           ,
        
         
           So
           I
           inuoke
           th'
           
             Eternall
             Prouidence
          
        
         
           To
           be
           to
           Charles
           a
           Buckler
           and
           defence
           ,
        
         
           Supported
           onely
           by
           the
           
             Power
             Diuine
          
        
         
           As
           long
           as
           Sunne
           or
           Moone
           or
           Starres
           shall
           shine
           .
        
         
           
           
             To
             all
             that
             haue
             Read
             this
             Poeme
             .
          
           
             I
             Boast
             not
             ,
             but
             his
             Maiestie
             that
             's
             dead
          
           
             Was
             many
             times
             well
             pleasd
             my
             lines
             to
             read
             :
          
           
             And
             euery
             line
             word
             ,
             syllable
             and
             letter
          
           
             Were
             (
             by
             his
             reading
             )
             graced
             and
             made
             better
             ,
          
           
             And
             howsoeuer
             they
             were
             good
             ,
             or
             ill
          
           
             His
             Bounty
             shewed
             ,
             he
             did
             accept
             them
             still
             ;
          
           
             Hee
             was
             so
             good
             and
             gracious
             vnto
             me
             ,
          
           
             That
             I
             the
             vilest
             wretch
             on
             earth
             should
             be
          
           
             If
             ,
             for
             his
             sake
             I
             had
             not
             writ
             this
             verse
          
           
             My
             last
             poore
             dutie
             ,
             to
             his
             Royall
             Hearse
             ,
          
           
             Two
             causes
             made
             me
             this
             sad
             Poeme
             write
             ,
          
           
             The
             first
             ,
             my
             humble
             dutie
             did
             inuite
             ,
          
           
             The
             last
             to
             shunne
             that
             vice
             which
             doth
             include
          
           
             All
             other
             vices
             ,
             foule
             ingratitude
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .