The heroick-lover, or, The infanta of Spain by George Cartwright ...

UPON The Death of the most Illustrious, and unparallel'd Prince, HENRY Duke of Glocester.

THou that hast been my Companion all my life, Leave me not now, I prethee in my grief. Leave me not now, in this great time of need, To help t'express the Cause that makes us bleed. No wonder that the Court, is now so sad, And that the Country everywhere is clad With Sighs and Tears, the cause thereof being known, Is able to dissolve the hardest stone. Hard Fate! you might have well forborn this spight, And not have rob'd us of so great a Light. A lesser might as well have serv'd your turn, But that you had a mind, to make us mourn; But that you had a mind, to make us grieve, And all our expectations, to deceive. For one, so young, so wise, was never known, So grave in carriage sure, but he alone. So sound in judgement, and so great a reach In State-affairs, the wisest he might teach. So humble too withall, so well did pla••e What e're he said, and spake with such a grace, He took his Hearers, with a double band, Of Love, and Reason, and so amaz'd, woo'd stand. This is our grief, our sorrow, and sad loss, Pray Heaven his Death, prove not to us a cross.