Very different from this and similar writings of Lomnický is the burial-song which he wrote on the occasion of the death of his principal patron, Lord Peter Vok of Rosenberg,[66] in 1611, and which, it is said, he recited when walking in the funeral procession. It is characteristic of the enigmatic nature of Rosenberg that, though perhaps not generally popular, he should yet have inspired with a sincere feeling of affection not only men such as Březan, but even so thoroughly egotistical and unprincipled a time-server as Lomnický. Yet no one who reads this poem in its entirety can doubt that here, at least, Lomnický is thoroughly sincere. The poem loses greatly by quotation; yet I shall translate a few lines from a song that undoubtedly shows us Lomnický at his best. It begins thus:-- "_There was once in this Bohemian land a noble lord well known to all the people,_ _Whose glory was great, whose name, Peter Vok of Rosenberg, was everywhere celebrated...._ _He was as a shining light to this country, for which the race of Rosenberg will no longer shine._[67] _The father of the fatherland is dead! No more, Bohemians, will you be able to lay on him the burden of power._ _Already is he buried in the monastery of Vyssi Brod, which his ancestors erected and founded._ _At that monastery many noble lords assembled; much grief had they at this funeral._ _On Candlemas Day was he sorrowfully buried;_ _Let every one record the day_ _When death deprived us of this glorious lord; a great loss have we felt, a great grief has God inflicted on us._ _When seventy-two years of age he finished his earthly course, left this world._ _Born at Krumlov, he died at Trebon; suddenly struck by illness, he saw the day of death._ _In worthy old age he left this world; departed from earthly misery to eternal fame._" Somewhat later, Lomnický, addressing the other mourners, writes:-- "_I, the founder of song, lament for him together with you, for my love drives me (to do so),_ _Saying; 'My benefactor, too deeply for me do you sleep; but thou, the friend of the poor, knowest thy (heavenly) reward?_ _That I may yet serve his memory, I have written this short simple song._ _Weeping has moistened my pen, more tears have I shed than any one who before me sang and wailed._ _Bend your heads downward, dear friends; sprinkle with your tears the much-beloved rose._[68] _Pray faithfully for it to the Heavenly God, that it may blossom and grow for ever in His paradise._" At the end of his poem Lomnický reflects on the shortness of human life, and alludes to the curious tradition, that appears then to have been prevalent in Bohemia, that the extinction of the house of Rosenberg would be the prelude to great troubles and changes in Bohemia. Lomnický writes:--