NAENIA IN MORTEM SPLENDIDISSIMI EQUITIS HENRICI DUDDELEGI SOMARIGANI, INSULANI, VEROVICANI
Duddelegus erat claris natalibus ortus,
Vero, que, vicanae splendida gemma domus,
Phosphorus ille nitens. Iuvenem natura venustum
Et nive, purpureis pinxerat atque rosis.
Corporis egregie proceri munere felix, 5
Castor et Hispano conspiciendus equo.
Parva loquor. Virtus animi maiora perennis
Postulat, et nullo quae moritura die.
Excoluit doctas intento pectore Musas,
Saepe Caballino flumine labra rigans. 10
Ingenio certe nullus felicior acri,
Ad cumulum accedit quodque modestus erat.
Laetus evangelium Christi complexus in ulnis
Exhibuit verae relligionis opus.
Bis duo lustra quidem vixdum compleverat ille 15
Cum peteret Morinos martia tela ferens,
Tempore quo cessit perfracta Bononia regi
Henrico, et collum subdidit acta iugo.
Hinc ubi tutorem devictae senserat urbis
Esse patrem, reputans omnia tuta, suum, 20
Invida profluvio iuvenem Rhamnusia solvit,
Unde repentinae causa secuta necis.
Squallida tam magnam miserata Bononia cladem
Tristia defossa funera clausit humo.
At pietas mentem vel ad astra hinc transtulit almam, 25
Vertice sublimem constituitque poli.
Carmine si possunt quicquam praestare Camoenae,
Illius in terris nobile nomen erit.
A LAMENTATION ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT SPLENDID SIR HENRY DUDLEY, SON OF […] LISLE AND WARWICK
Dudley came from distinguished stock, a glittering gem of the House of Warwick, a shining sun. Nature painted this youth with roses, white and red. He was happy with the gift of a tall body, and was a conspicuous Castor on his Spanish steed. But I am speaking of trifles. His mind's enduring virtue, destined never to die, demands greater. He wholeheartedly cultivated the Muses, often wetting his lips at the Nag's Fountain. Certainly, no boy was more blessed with a keen mind, and this was topped off by the fact he was modest. He happily embraced Christ's Gospel, and displayed the activity of true religion. He had scarcely completed his twentieth year when, bearing martial weapons, he sought out the Morini at the time when shattered Boulogne yielded to King Henry and, overcome, submitted its neck to the yoke. Hence, perceiving that his father had gained control of the city, he imagined that everything was safe, but Nemesis destroyed the lad with the flux, the cause of his sudden death. Dressed in mourning, Boulogne pitied this loss and provided his burial-place. But his piety has translated his noble mind to the stars, and with his head he has touched high heaven. If my Muses can achieve anything, his name will be noble on earth.