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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<P>A CORDIAL Elegie &amp; Epitaph UPON The much l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">mented Death of that incom|parable Prince <HI>HENRY</HI> Duke of <HI>Gloce&s;ter,</HI> Brother to our Sove|reign Lord the KING, the mo&s;t perfect and accompli&s;hed Prince of his years the Chri&s;tian World could boa&s;t of; And a Royal Cedar endowed with as many great Vertues as mortality could receive; A Prince of &s;uch Fortitude abroad and wi&s;dom at home, va&s;tne&s;s of wit and under&s;tanding, that no Prince could parrallel, always &s;tead|fa&s;t in Religion, and a Prince who, if we compare his Valour with his Meekne&s;s, his Knowledge with his Innocence, and his Religion with his Youth, no Prince can equalize; Decea&s;ed the <HI>13th</HI> of <HI>Sep|tember</HI> 1660.</P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>GEORGE HORION,</HI> 1660.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
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<HEAD>A Cordi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">ll ELEGIE UPON The much lamented death of that mo&s;t hopeful young Prince, <HI>HENRY</HI> Duke of <HI>Glouce&s;ter,</HI> decea&s;ed <HI>Thur&s;day</HI> the <HI>13th</HI> of <HI>September,</HI> 1660.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>PArdon O Heavens, ju&s;t God wherein have we</L>
<L>Tran&s;gre&s;t again&s;t thy Glorious Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Were we ungratefull for thy bounty when</L>
<L>Thou gave&s;t to us the&s;e Princes; we to them</L>
<L>And to a happy State did us re&s;tore</L>
<L>From out the bondage we were in before,</L>
<L>O no great God, we from our &s;elves confe&s;s</L>
<L>Thy Mercies: Angells be our Witne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>What Cau&s;e O Mu&s;e? Is God prophan'd? or why</L>
<L>Su&s;teine we &s;till perpetual mi&s;ery?</L>
<L>Has Grief no end, and mu&s;t we ever go</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Earth remains Concomitants with wo.</L>
<PB N="2" REF="3">
<L>Was't not enough by Ttaytors Tyranny,</L>
<L>To loo&s;e bles't <HI>Charles</HI> of glorious me nory:</L>
<L>And then to langui&s;h &s;o extream a while,</L>
<L>Dureing the time of their mo&s;t &s;ad exile:</L>
<L>In boundle&s;s mi&s;ery; but again this lo&s;s!</L>
<L>(We could not been redeem'd without the Cro&s;s)</L>
<L>Proves bitter to our &s;weetne&s;s; <HI>Glouce&s;ter</HI>'s gone,</L>
<L>That hopefull Prince, this ages Paragon:</L>
<L>That ble&s;&s;ed Image of our Martyr'd King,</L>
<L>Lop't in the prime of his mo&s;t happy &s;pring:</L>
<L>So &s;hort an age, and with &s;uch trouble pa&s;t,</L>
<L>Concludes his life was but a Winters bla&s;t:</L>
<L>So many dolefull houres in which he view'd</L>
<L>Rampant Rebellion Rigorou&s;ly intrude</L>
<L>Upon his Fathers Kingdomes and inve&s;t</L>
<L>With Barbarous fu<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">y our mo&s;t peacefull re&s;t:</L>
<L>Thus he no &s;ooner having made the earth</L>
<L>More happy by his mo&s;t Illu&s;trous Birth:</L>
<L>But &s;traight all Hells enrag'd; each fury &s;its,</L>
<L>And for di&s;traction bend their Cur&s;ed wits,</L>
<L>Envy Di&s;&s;ention, di&s;obedience frames,</L>
<L>And black di&s;loyalty our Realmes enflames:</L>
<L>Blood, Mon&s;trous Trea&s;on, Murther and debate</L>
<L>With Ravenous Wolves po&s;&s;e&s;s our peacefull &s;tate:</L>
<L>Since and befor ethe Murther of our <HI>KING,</HI></L>
<L>His life is a continuall &s;uffering:</L>
<L>Which yet with more than manly fortitude</L>
<L>He bore, nor &s;uffer'd horror to entrude</L>
<L>Upon his Valiant &s;oul; his Royal brea&s;t</L>
<L>Was ever fill'd with glory that expre&s;t:</L>
<L>He was the Race of Heaven; and &s;oar'd as high</L>
<L>Upon the wings of pleas'd Alacrity:</L>
<L>But now! O when the Heavens mo&s;t &s;acred Grace</L>
<L>Had &s;mooth'd the terror of his dreadfull face</L>
<L>To plea&s;ing &s;miles converts his angry frowns,</L>
<L>Our bleeding Kingdoms mercifully Crownes</L>
<L>With &s;weet Tranquillity ble&s;t <HI>Henry</HI> he</L>
<L>Comes only and &s;urveys our vanity:</L>
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<L>And back to Heaven retyres whence fir&s;t he came</L>
<L>To ble&s;s the world with his Illu&s;trious name:</L>
<L>Like to a <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> he became our guide,</L>
<L>He brought us to our <HI>Canaan,</HI> and then dy'd:</L>
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<LG>
<L>But &s;tay me thinks I hear a voyce from Hell,</L>
<L>Adamn'd Phantique Thunders forth a Spell;</L>
<L>Long &s;ince condem'd th' Eternalls doome to bear</L>
<L>With hideous language thus Inchants the eare</L>
<L>Of his yet living Brethren, and informes</L>
<L>Them with a Volley of mo&s;t horrid Stormes,</L>
<L>That this on us a fatall judgment was</L>
<L>For trampling down for&s;ooth their <HI>Good Old Cau&s;e:</HI></L>
<L>To which the Heavens reply; if &s;o it be,</L>
<L>Tht 'tis a judgment, <HI>Charles</HI> his Clemency:</L>
<L>Occa&s;ions it; in &s;uffering &s;uch to breath,</L>
<L>Whom <HI>Gods</HI> decree had ju&s;tly mark't for death:</L>
<L>See <HI>Saul</HI> th' Almight yes favour was deny'd,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Murtherous <HI>Agag</HI> good Indemnify'd:</L>
<L>And <HI>Ahabs</HI> life a &s;atisfaction gives</L>
<L>For <HI>I&s;raels</HI> &s;in becau&s;e <HI>Benhadad</HI> lives.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Pardon dread Soveraign &s;orrow cannot hold,</L>
<L>If that my zeal hath made me overbold:</L>
<L>Not that we tax your mercy, but our fear</L>
<L>For this our lo&s;s augments a doubtfull tear:</L>
<L>Lea&s;t our ble&s;t Martyr <HI>Charles,</HI> his blood has cry'd</L>
<L>to Heaven, and Heaven remaines un&s;atisfy'd:</L>
<L>O may they &s;oon receive their fatall due,</L>
<L>Lea&s;t what's but now our fear, may prove too true.</L>
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<LG>
<L>O Envious <HI>Fate</HI> that with &s;uch dread appears</L>
<L>To put a period to his bloomeing years:</L>
<L>With what a mournfull face ha&s;t thou be&s;et</L>
<L>Three drooping Realmes with palefull <HI>Cypre&s;s;</HI> wet</L>
<L>In Stygian &s;treames (our <HI>Glouce&s;ter</HI> being dead)</L>
<L>Where late the lively Lawrell flouri&s;hed:</L>
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<L>Though newly &s;prung, yet with a potent grace</L>
<L>Did both protect and glorifie the place,</L>
<L>Which now appears like to an unquoth Cell,</L>
<L>Where onely Pilgrims and &s;ad Mourners dwell</L>
<L>Our Countrey, City, Potentates, and Court,</L>
<L>All Clad in Sables mournfully report.</L>
<L>Our mis'rable misfortune to the skys,</L>
<L>With dolefull hearts and &s;ad lamenting eyes;</L>
<L>But O if this &s;uch dyre dejection bring</L>
<L>Unto the people, how re&s;ents the King</L>
<L>And Duke, this Pricele&s;s lo&s;s in whom we view'd</L>
<L>Three glorious bodyes with one &s;oul endu'd:</L>
<L>O how it pierces their Heroick &s;ouls,</L>
<L>How outward woe and inward grief controules:</L>
<L>their Royal natures, &s;triving to outvy</L>
<L>our &s;acred Soveraign in Maje&s;ty:</L>
<L>Needs mu&s;t the &s;addne&s;s of our Land be great</L>
<L>When &s;orrow &s;olely &s;wa<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">es the regal &s;eat:</L>
<L>When <HI>Yorks</HI> mo&s;t Valliant Duke the&s;e tydings heares</L>
<L>It like a Mandrake &s;oundeth in his eares:</L>
<L>Of which his Princely Si&s;ter bears a part,</L>
<L>That thrills like lightning through her tender heart:</L>
<L>The la&s;t of all th'indulgent Mother oh,</L>
<L>How quickly's all her joy's now turn'd to woe:</L>
<L>She who beheld her tender branches to&s;t</L>
<L>By boy&s;terous &s;tormes of Per&s;ecution; cro&s;t</L>
<L>By barbarous Torrents of Rebellious Elves,</L>
<L>Daily repul&s;t upon the dangerous &s;helves</L>
<L>Of War and Trea&s;on; now which hope reviv'd,</L>
<L>Seeing her happy Sons which joy receiv'd:</L>
<L>In glad a&s;&s;urance tru&s;ts to &s;ee again,</L>
<L>Her Children in a glorious Triumph Reign:</L>
<L>With plentuous ble&s;&s;ings and a Land Tranquill,</L>
<L>That may per&s;wade her <HI>Charles</HI> is living &s;till:</L>
<L>But O when &s;he to <HI>England</HI> &s;hall re&s;ort,</L>
<L>Her deare&s;t <HI>GLOUCESTER</HI>'s mi&s;&s;ing from the Court:</L>
<L>This only comfort left, hee's gone to &s;ee</L>
<L>His Father Crown'd with Heavenly Maje&s;ty.</L>
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<L>There re&s;t mo&s;t Glorious ble&s;&s;ed Soul with his,</L>
<L>Th' eternall &s;harer of his boundle&s;s bli&s;s:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we thy ab&s;ence mourne, and deck thy Her&s;e</L>
<L>With Cordiall briney Teares, and Tragick ver&s;e.</L>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>H ere lyes <HI>Glouce&s;ters</HI> faire&s;t flower,</L>
<L>E nglands joy in one ble&s;t hour:</L>
<L>N ewly &s;prung; yet &s;oon from hence,</L>
<L>R ap't to eternall Re&s;idence:</L>
<L>Y ou that at his Tomb appear,</L>
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<L>D uly pay devotion here,</L>
<L>U nto the&s;e Holy A&s;hes, for</L>
<L>K nown when he dy'd there fell a Star:</L>
<L>E arly as his year; the fall</L>
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<L>O f which proves Epidemicall:</L>
<L>F al&s;e Earthly joyes appear'd for him,</L>
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<L>G loryes to ba&s;e in Heavens e&s;teem:</L>
<L>L ifted up above the Skyes,</L>
<L>O n Angels wings to Paradize:</L>
<L>V ertue in his Royall brea&s;t,</L>
<L>C ontinuall flames of wrath po&s;&s;e&s;t:</L>
<L>E nvious Time his glorious name,</L>
<L>S hall ne'r de&s;troy; his loud Tongu'd fame:</L>
<L>T his pious Marble &s;till declares</L>
<L>E ncompa&s;t with a Sea of Tears</L>
<L>R epleni&s;ht daily from his eyes</L>
<L>Of con&s;tant Loyall Votaryes.</L>
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