Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

On the Duke of Buckingham

Beatissimis Manibus charissimi Viri Ill^ma Conjunx sic Parent a vit.

WHen in the brazen leaves of Fame, The life, the death, of Buckingham Shall be recorded, if Truth's hand ••••cize the story of our Land, Posterity shall see a fair Structure, by the studious care Of two Kings rays'd that no less Their wisdome, than their power express; By blinded zeale (whose doubtfull light Made murders scarlet robe seem white, Whose vain-deluding phantasmes charm'd A clouded sullen soul, and arm'd A desperate hand, thirsty of blood) Torn from the fair earth where it stood;

So the majestique fabrique fell. His Actions let our Annals tell: Wee write no Chronicle, this Pile Weares only sorrowes face and stile, Which, even the envy that did wait Vpon his flourishing estate, Turn'd to soft pity of his death, Now payes his Hearse; but that cheap breath Shall not blow here, nor th'unpure brine Puddle those streames that bathe this shrine. These are the pious Obsequies Drop'd from his chaste Wifes pregnant eyes In frequent showres, and were alone By her congealing sighes made stone, On which the Carver did bestow These formes and Characters of woe; So he the fashion only lent, Whilst she wept all this Monument.