The three sisters teares Shed at the late solemne funerals of the royall deceased Henry, Prince of Wales, &c. R.N. Oxon.

Authori Carmen Encomiasticon.

REceiue my show'r of teares into thy flood, Thou saddest Pen-man of the saddest Muse; And would my teares were teares or showers of blood, Might teares of blood or bloody showers excuse The bitter doome which Death and Fate decreed, Against this Prince, who was a Prince indeed.

I say, not I, Heroyicke Henry's dead, He's but from Saint to Angels Court remou'd, Where he shall euer liue eternized; And where he erst did liue be euer lou'd We feare and hope, Feare saies that such another Liues not to match with him, Hope saies his Brother.

But giue I way to him, who knowes the way, And comes prepard to make the world to weepe, Since I want pow'r to thinke what I would say, Or say what I would thinke: such and so deepe Impression in my heart this losse doth giue, Who was to young to dye, to good to liue.

Enough, enough; beginne thy Sisters teares Vnto thy noble vertuous Patronesse, Who no small part in their sad sorrow beares For this late losse: which griefe cannot redresse Were neuer teares in more abundance shed Were neuer more true mourners for the dead.

T.W.

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