MS. Fairfax 40. 289 



Bewaile bewaile this our great Monarchs fall 

 Of Judgment perfait humour pleasing all 

 His equal none a Hart w'^'out all feare 

 Perfection such t'would but fall short in prayse 

 Enough to' aue serued a World to' aue admird here 

 Had nott his equal Justice bound his wayes 



Lament lament this Sage & Prudent King 

 Thatt hight of Bonty, vigelence in him 

 Thatt hart w^'"^ could be mou'd not ouercome 

 Virtues here rarely found though we inquire 

 Parts I could sooner much admire then surne 

 Sence this Achilis a Homer would require 



[). 644] We canott count the Splendours of his Glorys 

 Nor number yitt his signal victorys 

 O no for such a subiect were too great 

 We aught to prayse what yitt we cannot write 

 And hold our peace or to good purpose speake 

 He nothing saith doth not to th' full recite 



His famous acts once raisd our drouping heads 

 His Laurels from the temples was our shades 

 End of his Combats ended feares wee're in 

 Him only i^ris'd dispis'd all other Powers 

 More gloring to be subiect to this King 

 Then if we'ad had some other Kino-s for ours 



But now this Glory's clouded w^h a staine 



And now our joy & Mirtli ther leaue hath taine 



The Lillys faide as we att this sad Fate 



Downe to the growne ther drouping heads doe bo we 



Seeming as humble as Compassionate 



To crownc his Tombe or else him homage doe 



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[pp. 045, 646 are bla)ik\ 



