Songs of Mourning:

John Coprario

1613

TO THE MOST ILLVSTRIOVS AND MIGHTY
Fredericke the fift, Count Palatine of the Rhein.

I.

How like a golden dreame you met and parted
         That pleasing straight doth vanish :
         O who can euer banish
The thought of one so princely and free harted ?
But he was pul' d vp in his prime by fate,
And loue for him must mourne though all too late.
         Teares to the dead are due, let none forbid
         Sad harts to sigh, true griefe cannot be hid.

II.

Yet the most bitter storm to height encreased
         By heau' n againe is ceased :
         O time that all things mouest
In griefe and ioy thou equall measure louest :
Such the condition is of humane life,
Care must with pleasure mixe and peace with strife :
          Thoughts with the dayes must change, as tapers waste
          So must our griefes, day breakes when night is past.

THO. CAMPION

Songs of Mourning:

John Coprario

1613

TO THE MOST ILLVSTRIOVS AND MIGHTY Fredericke the fift, Count Palatine of the Rhein.

TO THE MOST ILLVSTRIOVS AND MIGHTY
Fredericke the fift, Count Palatine of the Rhein.