A liuing sadnes, in duty consecrated to the immortal memory of our late deceased albe-loued soueraigne Lord, the peereles 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.

YOV Guſhing Torrents of my Tearedrown'd eyes, Sad Partners 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, 'Tis 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, 'Tis 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 Faiths 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 Iude. 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 unmoyles, Brutaine was at reſt, No thund • ing Cannons did our Peace moleſt. No chu ••••• Drum, no Rapes, no ſlaught • ing wounds; No Trumpets clangor to the 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 P • tience 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. Richmands and Linox Duke, firſt led the way, N • xt Dorſets ſpirit forſooke hir houſe of Clay. Then Linox Duke againe, Duke L • dwicks 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 thr • ed 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 'tis prou'd, T • at 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, Thats layde vp in the loyall Subjects breſt; And onely 'twas 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 thats 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, Thats 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 dewie Teares. All 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.