Here you will find the Poem On the Earl of Essex of poet Henry King
Essex twice made unhappy by a Wife, Yet Marry'd worse unto the Peoples strife: He who by two Divorces did untie His Bond of Wedlock and of Loyalty: Who was by Easiness of Nature bred, To lead that Tumult which first Him misled; Yet had some glimm'ring Sparks of Virtue lent To see (though late) his Errour, and Repent: Essex lies here, like an inverted Flame, Hid in the Ruins of his House and Name; And as He, frailties sad Example, lies, Warns the Survivours in his Exequies. He shews what wretched bubbles Great Men are, Through their Ambition grown too Popular: For they Built up, from weak Opinion, stand On Bases false as Water, loose as Sand; Essex in differing Successes try'd The fury and the falshood of each Side; Now with applauses Deify'd, and then Thrown down with spightfull infamy agen: Tells them, what Arts soever them support, Their Life is meerly Time and Fortunes sport, And that no Bladders blown by Common breath, Shall bear them up amidst the Waves of Death: Tells them no Monstrous Birth, with Pow'r endu'd By that more Monstrous Beast the Multitude; No State-Coloss (though Tall as that bestrid The Rhodian Harbour where their Navy rid) Can hold that ill-porportion'd Greatness still, Beyond his Greater, most Resistless will, Whose dreadfull Sentence written on the Wall Did sign the Temple Robbing Tyrants fall; But Spight of their vast Priviledge, which strives T'exceed the Size of ten Prerogatives; Spight of their Endless Parliament, or Grants, (In Order to those Votes and Covenants, When, without Sense of their black Perjury They Swear with Essex they would Live and Dye) With their Dead General ere long they must Contracted be into a Span of Dust.