A funerall elegie vpon the death of the late most hopefull and illustrious prince, Henry, Prince of Wales / vvritten by Thomas Heyvvood.
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- A funerall elegie vpon the death of the late most hopefull and illustrious prince, Henry, Prince of Wales / vvritten by Thomas Heyvvood.
- Author
- Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for William Welbie, dwelling in Pauls Churchyard, at the signe of the Swan,
- 1613.
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- Henry Frederick, -- Prince of Wales, 1594-1612 -- Poetry.
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"A funerall elegie vpon the death of the late most hopefull and illustrious prince, Henry, Prince of Wales / vvritten by Thomas Heyvvood." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A03203.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 10, 2024.
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TO THE READER.
WHy should I vnto any priuate Peere, Commend these sorrows for a Prince like deere? To all sorts, Sexes, Titles, and estates. Liues there a man, that when his friend relates This Princes Fate, (though he before were glad With surplusage) when he but thinkes we had, But haue him not, though he knowes hee's Diuine, And cannot betterd be; his eyes droppe brine; If I may (mongst these sad ones) then include The Gentle, Base, the Polisht, and the Rude. If from the Head to th'Heele, this Land complaine, As well the learn'd Clarke, as the ignorant Swaine, If neither Country, Citty, Campe, nor Court Hath scap't this deluge; but we may report All drench't in't: euery man to haue wept his turne, And still in heart (though not in habit) mourne. To thee (ô Reader) whoso-ere thou be, I dedicate this Funerall Elegie. But thou that canst not read, canst thou but heare? If thy attention can but force one teare, Eor that it is as welcome to thy hand, As vnto those I loue, that vnderstand.Thine T. H.