A Monumentall PYRAMIDE TO ALL POSTERITIES: Erected to the euer-liuing memory, and perpetuall Honour of the All-vertuous and Euer-glorious Prince, LODOVVICK, late Duke of Richmond and Lenox: Earle of Newcastle, and Darnley, &c. Lord of Torbolten and Methuen, Baron of Settrington, &c. Knight of the Noble order of the Garter. Lord high Admirall and great Chamberlaine of Scotland: Lord high Stevvard to the Kings most excellent Maiesties most Honourable Houshold: Gentle­man of his Bed-Chamber: and one of his Maiesties most Honourable Priuie Councell for England and Scotland, &c.

Who departed this transitory life at his Cham­ber in White-Hall, on Monday, being the sixteenth day of February, 1624. betvvixt sixe and seauen of the clocke in the morning, to the great griefe of many thousand people of sundry Nations.

AT LONDON Printed by Edw. All [...]de for Nathaniel Butter. 1624.

TO THE JLLVSTRIOVS PRINCE ESME, Duke of Lenox &c. Earle of MARCH and DARNLEY &c. Lord of AVBIGNY, Terboten And Methuen, Baron of Settrington &c. And to the learned Princesse KATHERINE his Gracious DVCHESSE

NOt to draw any more teares from your eyes doe J publish vnder your Graces Protections, this FVNERAL ELEGIE. J could not haue thought it worthy your view, but that it aymes at the conser­uation of the glorious fame of that lamented Duke your noble Brother, which is to you most deare. J know none can set truly forth his diuine Ʋertues, for his praise is a high-going Sea, that wants both shore and bottome: J doe onely shew my dutie in my broken English, both to awaken and incourage Great Britaines Poets, who were strucke into a Lethargy by this Princes sudden ascension to Heauen, to la­ment (in singing his due praise) their irreparable losse, vntill I can honor France (desolate for his death) with the bright Patterne of his matchlesse life, more fully in my natiue Language.

Your Graces deuoted, A. Darcie

TO THE NOBLE FRIENDS of that lamented Prince the deceased Duke of Richmond and Lenox.

THe friendliest office vsed to the dead,
Is their illustrious Vertues for to spread:
That though their MORTAL Parts interred lie
Their MEMORIES may last Eternally.
And to discharge my farr obliged Brest
These saddest FVNERALL LINES I haue addrest
Which as I hope shall due Acceptance finde
With those who keepe his VERTVES in their minde.
To shew my small skill in Poetique vaine,
I haue not vndertooke this willing paine,
But to make knowne the gratitude I owe
For Courtesies which vndeseru'd did flow
From his full-handed Bounty, vnto mee
WHO RAIS'D THIS COLVMNE TO HIS MEMORY.
And if (Great Lords) this Muse may but obtaine,
Your gratious eye, my labor is not vaine.

A Monumentall PYRAMIDE TO ALL POSTERITIES: Erected to the euer-liuing memory, and per­petuall Honor of the All-vertuous and Euer-glorious Prince, Lodowick, late Duke of Richmond and Lenox,

RISE MOVRNEFVLL MVSE MELPOMENE, Relate
The wofull Story of a sudden Fate,
Which on a great and Noble DVKE befell;
No age can this Disaster parallel;
Imperious Death his cruell arrow flings,
Into the palaces of mighty Kings,
Transfixing sometime with impartiall hand
The highest Nobles of a glorious Land.
[...]

A Funerall Elegy.

His corps return'd to earth from whence it came
But from his acts doth rise his worthy fame.
Jmmortall Prince! whose name shall neuer dye;
But shall suruiue to all eternitie:
How can the memory of such a spirit,
Whose deeds of very Enuy got his merit,
Euer forgotten be? whom to iust praise
The worthy actions of his life did raise.
All you the Worthies of our present dayes,
Whose iudgment & experience knew his waies
Conuersed with his actions and intents,
Jn priuate and in publike managements.
To your true vnderstandings it is knowne,
That he might claime all honors for his owne.
BVt you thrice noble Princesse, late the Wife
Of this braue Hero now depriu'd of life,
Who can prescribe a bound vnto your moane,
Now that your second dearest selfe is gone?
Hee was the patterne of a perfect man,
His singular endowments euer wan
A generall liking, and a full applause
For his vpright sincerenes in each cause:
How quickly doe all earthly ioyes decay,
Forsaking their possessors; In a day,
An houre, a minute, hard misfortunes fall,
Which from our mirth doe vnto mourning call!
O let your brinish teares without all end
From th'inexhausted fountaines stil descend.
[...]
England lament thy losse of such a Peere,
And France, thy Ebon Robes of sorrow weare:
But the praise-worthy actions he hath wrought,
Till the worlds Fabrique be to Chaos brought,
Shall liue perpetuall in each ages story,
As the due Trophies of his matchlesse glory!
O cruell Tyrant, how canst thou repaire
This ruine? though hereafter thou shouldst spare
All mankind, breake thy Dart and Ebon spade,
Thou canst ont cure this wound wch thou hast made;
Achilles falls, and Hector he is slaine,
When as base Peasants doe vntoucht remaine,
Beams wch shal break forth frō his hollow tombe
Shall staine times past, & light the time to come:
There is no man, though he before were glad,
But when he thinks that we his Hero had,
And now haue lost him, Though he be diuine
Made by his death, yet will his eyes drop brine;
All men are sorry, all doe weepe their turne,
All in their hearts, though not in habits mourne,
The gener all land ore-whelm'd in sorrow lies
Exclayming on the cruell destinies,
VVhat accident falne in a 1000. yeares,
Hath frō his friends drawne forth more store of teares?
Since the first man that in the world was borne,
A fuller number was not knowne to mourne:
But for our selues, not him, let vs lament,
Whose happines is growne our punishment.
[...]
And is the Patterne of true courtesie,
Both humble and repleat with maiestie;
May his proceedings from aboue be blest
With fortunate successe and happy rest.
And may his Dutches with their Princely Line
All liue long, and in Sun-bright honour shine.
For these my worthlesse lines, let it be said,
J hasted till I had this tribute paid
Of my poore seruice; let the speed excuse
The zealous errour of my suddaine Muse:
Yet though his praise here beare so short a wing,
England hath Poets that his praise will sing
In sweeter tunes, and that will make his Hearse
To be remembred, while men liue or verse.
FINIS.

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