Songs of Mourning:

John Coprario

1613

TO THE MOST SACRED
Queene Anne.

I.

Tis now dead night, and not a light on earth,
          Or starre in heauen doth shine:
Let now a mother mourne the noblest birth
          That euer was both mortall, and diuine.
      O sweetnesse peerlesse ! more then humane grace !
      O flowry beauty ! O vntimely death !
                            Now Musicke fill this place
                            With thy most dolefull breath:
          O singing wayle a fate more truely funerall,
          Then when with all his sonnes the fire of Troy did fall.

II.

Sleepe Ioy, dye Mirth, and not a smile be seene,
          Or shew of harts content,
For neuer sorrow neerer touch' t a Q U E E N E,
          Nor were there euer teares more duely spent:
      O deare remembrance, full of ruefull woe !
      O ceacelesse passion ! O vnhumane hower !
                            No pleasure now can grow,
                            For wither' d is her flower.
          O anguish doe thy worst and fury Tragicall,
          Since fate in taking one hath thus disorder' d all.

THO. CAMPION

Songs of Mourning:

John Coprario

1613

TO THE MOST SACRED Queene Anne.

TO THE MOST SACRED
Queene Anne.