The plurisie of sorrovv, let blood in the eye-veine: or, The Muses teares for the death of our late soueraigne, Iames King of England, &c. By Will. Hogson Mag: in Art: Cantab

ILLVSTRISSIMO REGI FAELIX FAVS∣TVMQVE DIADEMA, PRECATVR 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉.

GReat King, whose eie speaks common loue to all, In whom our greife hath found a buriall. Thou rising Sun of our declining State, Whose Lustre makes thee, England, fortunate: When as thy Royall Father, full of Howers, Yielded to Natures Peace his vitall Powers: Thou the Prime Top-branch of that noble Stem Wert fitly ripened for a Diadem. Far be't from mee dread Soueraign to set forth, Or in some oyly Colours paynt, thy worth: For what I write, Heauen knowes, is all so true That what seemes Flatt, ry, is most true in you. But most I feare, least that my mudling Muse (Like an ill Painter that doth onely vse

To Folks of his owne Rank to giue Delight, O▪ draw some rude and vulgar-pleasing sight With vnskill'd pencill; being neuer able To counterfeit ought in Apelles Table) May wrong her selfe, while that shee dares to sing In her harsh notes the prayses of a king. Who'll vndertake so great a Task, who can; But a true Poet, but a Buchanan? Yet where wee cannot praise sufficiently, wee'll pray; and our vnited Pray'rs, on high, Send vp to heau'ns-Starchamber; for to bring Myriades of blessings on our Royall king. May louely Peace her siluer Feathers prune Vnder thy oliue scepter; may shee tune Such Notes, as may be found (among the Peeres) That Harmony, which the wel-ordered Spheares (Yf wee beleeue Pythagoras) doe keepe: May thy good deedes cast in eternall sleepe Foule-mouth'd destruction, and still strike her dumbe, When nigh the Pallace-gates shee dare to come: And (to sum vp an lliade in a Shell) Thy happy raigne may future ages tell.

Notes

• Plenus dit∣rum.
• Maturus Regno.