of their government,[4] but in this they were denied; for soon after,
his body was brought to Flushing, and being embarked with great
solemnity on the 1st of November, landed at Tower Wharf on the 6th of
the same month; and the 16th of February following, after having lain
in state, it was magnificently deposited in St. Paul's Cathedral.

As the funeral of many princes has not exceeded it in solemnity, so
few have equalled it in the undissembled sorrow for his loss[5] King
James writ an epitaph upon him, and the Muses of Oxford lamenting him,
composed elegies to his memory. It may be justly said of this great
man, what a celebrated poet now living has applied to Archbishop Laud,

Around his tomb did art and genius weep,
Beauty, wit, piety, and bravery, were undissembled
mourners.

He left behind him one child named Elizabeth, (married to the earl of
Rutland) whom he had by Sir Francis Walsingham's daughter, and who
unfortunately died without issue to perpetuate the living virtues
of her illustrious family. She is said to have been excessively
beautiful; that she married the earl of Rutland by authority, but
that her affections were dedicated to the earl of Essex, and as Queen
Elizabeth was in love with that nobleman, she became very jealous of
this charming countess. It has been commonly reported[6] that Sir
Philip, some hours before his death, enjoyned a near friend to
consign his works to the flames. What promise his friend returned is
uncertain, but if he broke his word to befriend the public, posterity
has thank'd him, and every future age will with gratitude acknowledge
the favour.