❧The Popes pittiful Lamentation, for the death of his deere darling Don Ioan of Austria: and Deaths aunswer to the same. With an Epitaphe vpon the death of the said Don Ioan. Translated after the French printed coppy. by H. C.
¶The Popes Lamentation.
O Heauen, O Earth, O Elaments,
and all therein containde,
Lament with me, powre forth your plaints
iust cause hath so cōstraind,
Sith cursed Death, in cruel wise,
hath reft me my delight:
Don Ioan of Austria ▪ he that sought,
by all the meanes he might,
To saue my church & me from harme▪
to strengthen my estate,
And with his power, to punish those
that did my doings hate.
[Page]Mine eyes sende forth, your brinish teares,
more cause you neuer had:
Since he is d [...]ad, whose douty deedes
erst made my hart ful glad.
Now let my Halles be hangd about,
with mestfull morning weed [...]:
For plea [...]āt things, procure my paine,
d [...]lights my dole doe breede.
Come, come, my carefull Cardnalles now,
my Prelates and the rest:
That wonted were to wish me well,
I pray ye all be prest.
To waile with woe, the want of him,
that during tearme of life:
Neglected nought that might bee wrought
to make our glory rife.
Alas how am I gript with grife,
what cares do compasse me:
For losse of him, whom I ordainde,
my Champion cheefe to be,
To [...]ight with those yt were my foes,
whom I had handled so,
That he beleeude I was a God,
aswell as many moe,
[Page]That with my charmes I did inchaūt
to finde his like againe
In all the world, who so should seeke,
would labour loose in vaine.
And for this cause I called him,
to state of hye degree:
Prouoking him to that which should
for my preferment bee.
Ful wel my couenaūts could he keepe
my lawes and statutes large,
My Buls, & pardons, pleas'd him wel
they weare his cheefest[?] charge.
And therfore Death, I curse thee now
and eke thy cruel dart:
Which did to that renowmed Prince,
thy p [...]ysoned power impart.
These Huguenots thou mightest haue hitte,
to pacifye thine yre,
And let this worthy wight alone,
to further my desyre.
Thou hast not onely striken him,
but diuerse more besyde:
As by thy deadly Darte appeares,
that in theyr blood was di'de.
[Page]Thy furious force from me remooue,
and straight thy strength extend
Uppon a Prince whose name I hate,
at him thy battry bende.
So shall my sorrow somewhat cease,
but gr [...]ater griefes will growe,
If thus thou seeke gainst me and mine
thy rigorous rage to show.
FINIS.
¶ Deathes aunswer.
CUrse me as much, as care thou can,
I waye it nought at all:
Each earthly Wight I can constraine,
to come when I doo call.
T [...]e s [...]ruaunt o [...] the liuing Lorde
[...] am and must obaye
His heauēly hests[?], whō he commaūds
I must without delaye
[Page]Depriue of life, my pearsinge Darte
must execute his will
On all that bide within my bounds,
not one can scape by sk [...]ll.
Both Princes, Lords & lo [...]ty Peeres,
I quickly can constraine
To follow me, and quite forgoe
their goodly gorgious traine.
Thy selfe that saist thou art a God,
to blinde and bl [...]are mens eyes,
Shalt passe the path that oth [...]rs doe,
no meanes thou maist deuise.
To shonne the snare, but with the rest
thou must my rigour [...] taste:
If I intende to touch thee once,
thy waile [...]ull wordes are wast.
Though frant [...]ck fooles thy court frequent
from contryes far & ne [...]re:
And honour thee as God on earth,
to make thy pompe appear [...]:
Whereby they robbe the liuing Lord,
of all his honor quight:
I'le pul thee from thy princely throne,
and maister thee by might.
[Page]Thy treasures nor thy tripple crowne
thy Iems and Iwels rare,
Cannot corrupt me so, as I
thy cursed corpes wil spare.
When I shal call thee from thy pompe
that pampreth thee in pride,
Then shall I laugh to see thee lothe,
my doleful doome to bide:
For so my common custome is,
when with my deadly darte
I strike those wightes, that one the world
haue wholy s [...]t theyr hart.
Alas sa [...]th one, a stat [...]ly howse,
repl [...]ate with ritches rare,
A dainty dame, whose deere delights,
can comfort all my care,
And store of goodly ground I haue,
well growen with grasse and graine
Faire flocks of sheep, & feeding beasts,
with all that may maintaine
A happy life: yet must I dye,
and leaue them all behinde?
O heauy happe, what greater greefe,
might euer grype my minde.
[Page]Another saith, I haue a wife,
whose bewty doth surmount:
Faire children fraught with natures gifts
which makes my ioyes to mount▪
Aboue the clowds: and there withall
such gubbes of golde I haue,
with plate & precious stones such store
as hart can wish or craue:
Yet nothing may my raunsome paye▪
nor me from death redeeme,
He reaks not ritches, euery one
he doth alike esteeme.
Poore people are not found so fond,
my furious force to flye
No meanes they seeke, but when I strike,
they gladly graunt to dye.
And therefore had I rath [...]r farre.
the ritch [...]r sort assaile:
That I my selfe might merry make,
to see them weepe and waile.
FINIS.
¶ Don Ioans Epitaph.
DOn Ioan of Austria heere entomb'd doth lye,
that was the worthy warriour willō[?] nam'd
Who prowdly did of late, his power applye,
the fatall foyle of Flaunders to haue fram'd.
Of stomack stoute, and hawghty hart he was,
and made his vaunt the Emperors sonne to bee▪
But yet the thing, he thought to bringe to passe,
the liuing Lord hath frustrate made wee see.
The fyrst of October. 1578.
L'acquis abonde.
FINIS.
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