%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Mirth in Mourning: / OR, / Ioyes conquest of Sorrow, gotten by a Combate betweene griefefull Ioy, and ioyfull / Griefe; occasioned by the decease of our late Soueraigne Lord, King IAMES, who dyed the / seuen and twentieth day of March, 1625. And the euer-happy declaration / of our thrice-Royall CHARLES, King of great Brittaine, / France, and Ireland, &c. / Together with a briefe recitall of the conueyance of his Corps from Theobalds to / Denmarke-house the 4. of Aprill. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1625-1625 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/26/2018 36343

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S3255 VVHat man do's liue, that liues deuoid of strife? / O, who can adde one minute to his life? Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 259 Mirth in Mourning: / OR, / Ioyes conquest of Sorrow, gotten by a Combate betweene griefefull Ioy, and ioyfull / Griefe; occasioned by the decease of our late Soueraigne Lord, King IAMES, who dyed the / seuen and twentieth day of March, 1625. And the euer-happy declaration / of our thrice-Royall CHARLES, King of great Brittaine, / France, and Ireland, &c. / Together with a briefe recitall of the conueyance of his Corps from Theobalds to / Denmarke-house the 4. of Aprill. Mirth in Mourning: OR, Joys conquest of Sorrow, gotten by a Combat between griefefull Joy, and joyful Grief; occasioned by the decease of our late Sovereign Lord, King JAMES, who died the seven and twentieth day of March, 1625. And the ever-happy declaration of our thrice-Royal CHARLES, King of great Britain, France, and Ireland, etc. Together with a brief recital of the conveyance of his Corpse from Theobald's to Denmark-house the 4 of April. 1625-1625 J.T. and H.G.

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WHat man do's live, that lives devoid of strife? O, who can adde one minute to his life? Unmixed joyes to Mortals not befall; Who least, hath some; who most, hath never all. Death do's as well stab at the hearts of Kings, As at the brests of baser tempered things: The mightiest Monarch equally do's fall With basest Begger; for Death strikes them all. We all the selfe-same way draw in our breath, Though divers pathes we tread that leade to death, Of one mold all are made, therefore all must, Made all alike, alike goe downe to dust. If Birth, or Wealth, or Worth could claime a due, Longer to live, and Deaths stroke to eschue; Then Royall JAMES had longer with us stood, To be our Guide, who was both Great and Good. Matchlesse he was, in Wit and Learnings lore, Surpassing all Kings that him liv'd before; Justice and Mercy, in him both did meet, And all the Graces there did kindly greet. His Patience still did with his yeeres increase, And therefore rightly stil'd The King of Peace: His Vertues glorious Fame abroad was hurld, Through every corner of the peopled world. He was a King, who every erring thought Within his Rule, in due subjection brought; And govern'd all his Actions by the awe Of powerfull Reason, not by Passions law. The Wisdome that good Heaven to him assign'd, With faire Endowments did enrich his Minde; So that his like, the Earth ne're trod upon, For perfect worth, excepting Salomon. These rare Perfections could not him acquit From Deaths hart-wounding blow, which home did hit, And laid this Cedar flatling on the ground, Whilst lower Shrubs stood firme, untoucht and sound: For on the seven and twentieth day of March, About mid-day, this strong and mighty Arch, Which underpropt the weight of this our Land, Was plucked downe by Deaths unpartiall hand. The Newes whereof being fearefull, sudden, sad, In blackest Robes of griefe faire LONDON clad: Men did like shadowes walke, they knew not how: And pale-fac'd sorrow sate on every brow. The Court is darkned, and with blacke is walled, Nor shall againe in haste White-Hall be called; The heavy Clergie in their Pulpits mourne, And all true subjects looke like men forlorne. With brim-full eyes the Husband tells the Wife, That good King JAMES was quite bereft of life; The Mother tels her children; then they cry, And jointly all doe weepe for company. The Merchant and Mechanicke hang the head, And reason good; for now their Soveraigne's dead; The Sun is set, that once did give them light, And left them lapt in woes of weariest night. Griefe now, on all, the upper hand doth get, All creatures mourn'd; the senselesse stones did sweat: (That they with Earth true sympathy would keepe) The very Heavens, with me, did see men to weepe.
No sooner yet was set this Mid-daies Sun, Whose absence did give up our States undone, But straight a Second did appeare in sight, Of wondrous Splendor, full as Faire and Bright: For towards night, a noise was heard to ring Through every street; Proclaiming Charles our King, With acclamations, and such joyfull cries, As brake the Aire, and beat against the skies. When this all-chearing rumour forth was spred, That Salomon was plac'd in Davids stead; And that content had closed up the day, Joy then stept in, and Sorrow slunke away. What tongue, what pen, what excellence of Art, Can speake the rapture of each good mans heart? Children and modest Maids, to all mens thinking, Were drunke with Joy, as others were with drinking. Matrons, that till then, scarce were seene to smile, To heare King Charles Proclaim'd, laught all the while: Cripples let fall their Crutches: Sicke and Lame Forgot their paines, when they but heard his Name. The Blind-man now lamenting, lowdly cries, He ne're, till now, griev'd for the losse of eies: The Dumbe-man now his want of speech bemones, And vents his Joy in teares, in sighs, in grones. The Bonefires blaz'd, the merry Bels did ring, And all to welcome Charles, our Soveraigne King: Whom God preserve by his Almighty power, And crowne his soule with Joy at his last houre. O may not one be wanting of his Race, To sway the Scepter in his Royall Place: Untill the Starres from their blue roofe doe drop, Or th'Earth surcease to yeeld her fertile crop. Lord, him instruct to number all his daies: Direct his feet, and guide them in thy waies: From Treasons hate, which at Kings bites and snarles, Good Heav'n protect our Soveraign Lord, King Charles. A briefe recitall and manner of the convei- ance of his Corps from Theobalds to Den- marke-house, the 4. of Aprill. 1625. O What a generall sadnesse was o'respred, When that his Corps from Theobalds was convaid To London, who, for that she could not speake, Emptied her heart by teares, that else would breake! The Citizens, as it past on the way, Did force from Night an artificiall Day; And further, to declare their deare affection, Did strive to bring Time under their subjection. They kept backe Night by Stratagem and force, Full two houres longer then her common course: Heaven wept for joy, the uselesse Sun retired, Fearing his Lockes should by their flames be fired: Or wearied in his journey to the West, Saw Day without him, and went downe to rest; Yea, Jove himselfe did call the gods about him, Fearing, the world had fir'd itselfe without him. But straight an head-strong Torrent did arise, Which overswel'd the bankes of each mans eies; Extinguishing those Lights, bedrencht in teares, And left us groping after hopes and feares.
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