Songs of Mourning:

John Coprario

1613

To the most disconsolate
Great Brittaine.

I.

When pale famine fed on thee,
         With her vnsatiate iawes,
When ciuill broyles set murder free
         Contemning all the lawes,
When heau' n enrag' d consum' d thee so
With plagues that none thy face could know,
         Yet in thy lookes affliction then shew' d lesse
         Thou now for ones fall all thy parts expresse.

II.

Now the highest States lament
         A sonne, and Brother losse;
Thy nobles mourne in discontent,
         And rue this fatall crosse;
Thy Commons are with passion sad
To thinke how braue a Prince they had :
          If all thy rockes from white to blacke should turne
         You couldst thou not in shew more amply mourne.

THO. CAMPION

Songs of Mourning:

John Coprario

1613

To the most disconsolate Great Brittaine.

To the most disconsolate
Great Brittaine.