The Loyal Remembrancer: OR, A POEM DEDICATED To the Queens most Excellent Majesty, And may serve as a Remembrance to all Posterity.

[Queenie]

Printed at London, by R. Wood, 1650. But not permitted to be publick till now, 1660.

To the Royal Majesty OF Henrietta Maria, Queen of Great Brittain, France, and Ireland, &c.

MADAM,

IT is now high time that your Princely eyes should no longer contract Redness from Tears, but a brave fire from revenge, that you should deal with your passion as the generous Or­mond with that infamous fire-brand of the World, that Canker to the Royal tock and Branches, Cromwel, suffer it to possess some Out-skirts and Frontiers of your Soul, that by the expansi­on of his incroachments, its spirits may be wasted and laid open for ruine; And your victorious reason (contracting all its forces) sweep all such Treacher us invaders from the face of the World, and leave nothing of it in Nature but a memory, which may make it stink to all Posterity.

Porcia's Coals are of no further use for despair, all they can be serviceable in, is to create a flame to which the Barbarous rebels must be fuel, and the fire may be a purifier to the region of Sove­raignty, cleering all the air from those two greatest plagues to or­der and mankind, Rebellion and Regicide: God has now ripe­ned them for the Sickle of Revenge; it is highly opportune to shake them from the Trees of Authority and Rapine where [...]n they hang: And since hanging is natural for such Gomorrah Ap­ples, Tyburn in England is the properest place in the World for such Fruits, if their rottenness be not too violent Eye sores to the view, and of too great a stench to the Nosethrils of Passengers.

The 30 th of January shall be reckoned amongst those Ominous dayes which are fatal to the repose and safety of Nations, which though it antecede here that in England by ten dayes, yet my passion of Revenge, and my engagement to follow that Standard of your Heroick Son, which must cary with it a restitution of the World to Laws, Liberty, Religion, Conscience, and all other O­bligati [...]ns Divine and Humane, hath made me make use of the Kalender in France, and present an Anniversary upon the most horrid Murder the Sun ever viewed; not to stir up your un ex­ampled piety to tears, but to awake your own royal and other loy­al Bosomes to revenge; which when it shall break forth in its just magnitude and dimensions, the Rebells will then confess, That Our silence is like a Calm, whose unsuspected Tran­quility is followed by nothing less dangerous then totally subverting Earth-quakes, or universal consuming Thun­der.

Madam, The Persian Princes had a constant Moniter to re­member them of Greek affronts and injuries, may this Anni­versary be your Remembrancer that all Europe is engaged to your assistance; That you have a Fate more noble im [...]nding then to live in Exile, or Ʋn-revenged; That you have a SON, who by his fiery persecutions and vertues, will one day make good in his examples all which is related of the m [...]st excellent Princes; That there is a Nation which with infinite groans im­plores its restitution to Monarchy, its redemption from [...]ebelli­on, in whi [...]h it is fatally captivated and engulphed and (which Madam dese [...]ves a lower rank amongst th [...]se more Majestick con­cernments [...] let it be a speaking testimony to the World, that I am (in spight of all the revolutions occasioned by Thieves, Re­bells, and Regic [...]des)

Your Majesties and all your Royal Fa­milies most humble and never changeable Servant and Subject, S. C.

Allegiance to the memory of our late Murthered Soveraign.

SUch was the Pride of Murther in our loss,
To dub the Scaffold equal to the Cross:
Since the Worlds Crucifix all Butcheries
The Jury finds Chance-medly unto this.
The Primitive and Modern Martyrs all,
Members of Charles his Body mystical,
The Universal Bill of Martyrdom,
In him contracted to a total sum.
'Tis thought thy Saviour, onely Priest, would dye,
And leave his Kingly sufferings to thee.
In life and death his Vice-Roy as if all
His Offices were Hypostatical.
How durst they think he mortal was, or say
He less then Angels were assumed Clay?
Fool'd Tyrant Wretches who believe him dead,
Who from Humanitie but vanished.
Faith being weak, a Demonstration's He,
To loose the Riddle of Theanthrophie.
To all religious under standing Eyes,
Humanitie was but his late Disguise.
But so much Deity may justly grudge,
To be condemn'd, and Barrabas his Judge.
When every drop of bloud he shed, was much
Too precious to redeem the [...]ouls of such,
For had old Adam spawn'd no better seed,
Th'Eternal Son had never liv'd or dy'd.
If his Posterity had all been such,
The Bloud of Bulls and Goats had been too much.
Lord, was it not enough, thy self to dye,
But thou must suffer too by Deputie?
Who his pure Breath a prey to Villains gave,
Not worthy to be Sextons to his Grave.
Shov'ling his Monarchie, as if it must
Follow like Earth to Earth, and Dust to Dust.
How will the Hoogen Chandlers scorn our fate,
When Hewson vampes and underlayes the State?
When Pride in Ale, and Dray-man Buffe shall sing
[...]'ve slain Goliah with a Small-Beer Sling.
And drawn our Royalty so near the Lee,
This hand must tappe a well-hop'd Anarchie.
'Tis time to pass from this infernal host,
From whom I rise as from the Nethermost:
And pass, as through a Purgatorie flame,
To a prepared Blisse in Charles his Name.
Whil'st I with trembling and Religious care,
Do go unto my mourning as my Pray'r.
I do repent I have prophan'd his Herse,
And sacred Ashes with un-hallow'd Verse.
To whom, as one Religious Votarie,
Three Pilgrim Kingdoms owe their Pietie.
Though Saint's too mean a Name for him, we know
His Vertues Canoniz [...]d him here below:
God did to him so much his Likeness deal,
'Tmight seem his second Precept to repeal.
He appears not onely [...]tir to every sence,
But Spheare; and [...]e his own Intelligence:
So glorious that this Riddle he begets,
The Sun then solely rises when he sets.
Whose Guide his saving light is ere they rest,
Shall over take the Wise men of the East.
Who so his wisdoms just Admirer is,
Says Solomon's, was [...]ypical to his.
Had they, and Shebahs Queen liv'd at one time,
With what delight would she have honour'd him!
For why his Continence was so Divine,
He it alone embrac'd as Concubine.
Vestal might have lain with him in bed,
And rise with her Religious Maiden head.
How did he in St. Michaels Angel-vein
Confute those evils which durst him arraign!
If we the Master-roll of Virtues call,
The name of Charles may answer for them all.
As what we attribute to God must be
It self, the absolute Divinitie.
So reason coupled with moralitie,
This Definition gets that they were he.
Who now for either seeks (he being spent)
Without a Substance looks for Accident.
But, as the Sun sets onely unto Us,
And never shines himself less glorious.
Our Sols eclipse was to improve his Light,
But smother us in an Egyptian Night.
As Earth-quakes do destroy from mile to mile,
And fast Foundations silip Cross and Bile,
The Center yet being never stirr'd at all;
So we (not Charles) are bruised in his Fall.
His execution was his Subjects Pain,
They lost their King, and yet their King doth raign,
Not as a Deaths-head shell, or a Grave-stone,
Memento's are for Mortals of their own.
In this sad Paper every one may see,
His Epitaph, in his own Elegie.
Without a Contradiction 't may be said,
Though he did Dye, not he, but we are Dead.
What dying life is ours, that He must dye,
And we, that do survive him, Putrifie?
But stay, his Urne is warm; and, at his Name,
His Ashes start, and wake into a flame.
Through all the shop of sublunary things,
Two are immortal, Phoenixes and Kings.
Like Angels, each a Species makes alone,
Yet neither dies without succession.
Draw, draw great Son; and let thy thirsty Steel,
Their Bowels tappe till thy full Vengeance reel.
Ride like a Whirle-wind driving on the floud,
That Thames may know no full Sea, but of bloud.
He that not follows may he drown i'th' Stream
Till brave Revenge hath swept the Land so clean
That all thy blasted Enemies we see,
Like Sodomes Apples rot upon the Tree:
And Travellers praise thy Executions,
For paving Road-ways with the Rebels Bones.

Postscript.

THe Author of this Poem was sometimes a Scholler in Su [...]tons-Hospital; and when the Lords came to visit, the Master of the School chose this Youth to make an Oration to the Visitors, who performed it so well, that my Lords Grace of Canterbury intended to prefer him; but the World growing wicked, was prevented, and he left to himself, (in the worst of times) being forced to beg, till he was starved, and died. He was so Loyal to his Prince, that he would take no Imployment from the Rebels, though it were offered him; So put pen to paper, and wrote this Elegiack Anni­versary, as a Monument in time to come of his Loyalty.

FINIS.

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