Vaticinium Votivum: OR, PALAEMON'S Prophetick PRAYER. Lately presented Privately To His now MAJESTIE In a Latin Poem; and here Published in English. To which is annexed a Paraphrase on Paulus Grebnerus's Prophecie.
With several ELEGIES ON CHARLS the FIRST. The Lord Capel. The Lord Francis Villiers.
TRAJECTI.
Anno CAROLI MARTYRIS primo.
EPIGRAMMA.
REGUM Progenies, cujus Diademate nascens
Fulsit apex triplici, quem
Tria Sceptra colunt:
Quem tria Sceptra colunt Te sors tamen invidet illis;
Arcétque à
Patrio Gens mal
[...]-fida
Sinu.
Macte animis, sic fata jubent quae stamina
Magni
Imperii, occultâ sed ratione, trahunt.
Extorri sic
Dulichio sua Regna videre,
Non nisi post long as illa dedêre vices:
Ac variis debet terraeque marisque periclis
Quicquid ei famae secula longa dabunt.
Natus Maii 29. An o. 1630. Aetatis suae 19.
To His Majestie.
SIR,
WIth truce to Your more serious Contemplations, my humble Muse hath here presumed to re-kiss Your Highness Hands, and once more wait on Your noble Recreations.
When shee received her first admission into your Princelie Presence, shee was but in the Nonage of her Minoritie, and indeed in her first Coats; upon these her second Addresses to Your Court, shee hath put on her Richer robes of State; and for her Convoie, shee hath made Choice of som Persons of Honor both to attend and bear up her Train.
With her Habit too, shee hath altered her Speech; and shee that the last year Courted Your Majestie in Latin onely, hath now varied her Tone, and breathed forth her dutie in a double Dialect.
[Page] This Ode (as I may call it) which was then warbled onely with a single voice, is now Set in Parts, and tuned in a sweeter Symphonie by a select Chore and Consort of the Muses. I hope no jarring or disagreeing Notes here will sound harsh in Your Harmonious ears; if they should, I shall bee verie sorrie that I have toucht the Lyre, and the next Lesson shall begin and end in my own Recantation.
'Tis true, I must confess the Shrine to which these Poems are consecrated, is too Magnificent; and the whole Miscellanie of these Paper- Oblations is too too mean: let them therefore bee Burnt, and the Flame of them may happily lend mee light enough to see mine own Error, and their Presumption.
In a word; the whole Woof and Warp of these Fancies is weav'd and wound up in the Pious Ejaculations of Your Majesties Liege People, the Epiphonema of whose Pathetick and Votive Acclamations, is a serious Praier for the Advance of Your Sacred Majestie, and Your Glorious Inauguration.
[Page] The Popular and spreading Sparkles of this Zeal, which have kindled Beacons and Bonefires of Devotion in the hearts of Your Three Kingdoms, have in mee begot a sublimer Flame of Dutie, which hath been both fed and raised by the Fuel and Fomentation of Your Princelie Favors.
In this Flame I here humblie Offer up the Incens of these Praiers at the Glorious Altar of Your Great Name; and in this better Sacrifice of Obedience, I most submissively acquiesce
SIR,
The humblest of Your Majesties most Loial, and most sincerely devoted Subjects
PALAEMON.
— Quo non manet observantior alter Imperiis REX magne Tuis.—
Serenissimo Augustissimóque Principi CAROLO Secundo, &c.
Prooemium.
REX sacer auspiciis Sceptri felicibus orte!
Sola salus Populi, deliciúmque DEI!
Quem
Figulus magni elegit
Supremus Olympi
Vas speciale sibi, vas generale suis.
Magna
Patris magni Soboles! spes alta
Britannis,
Regius
Augustos cui dedit ortus
Avos.
Ipse ego quae vestris suffundam carmina Sceptris?
O quae Te magno CAROLE digna Precer!
Vive diu felix; sis Te felicior; aevi,
Nulla nec
Imperii terminet hora Tui.
Exupera meritis
Augustum, Nestora seclis,
Nervam laude,
Numam Pace, favore
Titum.
In spes cresce novas, quot profert messis Aristas,
Vel quot odoriferas terra refundit opes.
Cresce, impléque Tuis totum Virtutibus orbem;
Albion auspiciis
Olbion ipsa Tuis.
Dum tibi multiplices superaddant Fata Coronas
Et Tibi quot Terrae, tot famulentur Aquae.
Au Roy de la grand Bretaigne. CHARLES II.
ODE.
DIeux, Protecteurs de l' Innocence,
Pouués vous encor resister;
A faire bien tost é clatter
Les foudres de vostre vengeance?
N'aues vous pas assez tenté;
De fléchir par l' Impunité
Ces âmes pleines de Malice?
Et n'est il pas bien tost saison
De faire agir vostre
Justice
Puis qu'on foule aux pieds la
Raison?
2. Ie scay bien que vostre Tonnerre,
Gronde long temps sur les Humains,
Auant q'uil parte de vos mains
Pour venir foudroyer la Terre:
Les hauts chesnes sont menacez,
Premier que d'estre terrassez
Par les sé coucesses des tempestes;
Et je scay que vostre Bonté
Ne frappe q'uà regret nos testes
Des coups q'uelles ont merité.
Place this between Folio 74, 75.
3. Mais lors que des Perfides Ames,
Par leurs desseins audacieux,
On porté jusque dans les Cieux
Les éclats des Civilles Flâmes:
Lors que jusques dans les Enfers
Ils ont esté chercher des fers,
Afin d'armer Leurs Barbaries;
Devez vous pas, Dieux Tout-puissans,
Faire choir ces
Noires Furies
Aux Prieres
des Innocens?
4. Desia de buict Hyuers les Marbres
Brisent leurs crystaux inconstans.
E'desia huit fois le Printemps
Rend leur verte depouïlle aux arbres:
Depuis que ces Caeurs de Rocher,
Qui n'ont que la forme de chair,
S'endurcissans dedans leurs crimes;
Pillent sans restitution
Trois Peuples, rendus les victimes
De leur sanglante Ambition.
Nul Sexe, Rang, ny Privilege,
Du Roy jusques au Laboureúr,
Ná peu décliner la fureur
De leur Cruanté Sacrilege:
Tous Aziles sont violez,
Mille beaux
Palais desolez
De leur rage portent les marques;
Bref, leurs Complots noirs & méchans
Ont lassé le Ciseau des
Parques
Dedans les Villes & les Champs.
6. Leur insatiable Avarice,
S'attacquant mesme aux Immortels,
De la dépouïlle des
Autels
A presque fait le Ciel complice:
Car déguisant sa Lascheté
Sous un masque de Pieté,
Qui pour le fruit donne l'écorce:
Elle ensorcelle la Raison,
Et sous cette traitresse amorce
Abbreuue l'ame de poison.
7. Mais c'est en vain, Race Maudite,
Que pour colorer vos desseins,
Dessous des visages de
Saints
Vous cachez un
Caeur Hypocrite:
Vostre Zele malicieux,
Deuant le Tribunal des Cieux
Découure à nud son imposture;
C'est un Flot q'uon ne peut calmer;
C'est un Feu,
Duquel la Nature
Ne prend plaisir quà consumer.
8. Puisse enfin ce
Zele prophane,
Leur faire auoir le mesme sort
Du Grec, quia paya de sa mort
Le Temple bruslé de
Diane:
Que leurs Noms demeurent fameux
Dans la race de nos Neueux
Parla honte de leurs Supplices;
Et puisse la Posterité,
Considerant leurs Precipices,
Douter s'ils ont jamais esté.
9. Mais non: il faut que ton
Histoire,
CHARLES, Ressource de nos maux,
Pour Chef-daeuure de Tes Trauaux
En éternise la Memoire:
C'est la volonté des Destins
Q'uon voye unjour sur ces mutins
Ta juste Colere assouuie;
Et que leur Fameux Chastiment
Dedans le recit de
Ta vie
Trouue à jamais son monument.
10. Va donc, que le Ciel Te prospere,
Contre ces
Titans inhumains,
Et consacre Tes jeunes Mains
A vanger Le Sang de Ton
PERE:
O
ROY! pour qui tout l'Ʋniuers
Fait les mesmes veux que mes Vers,
Te souhaittant des jours plus calmes:
La rage de ces
Aquilons
Ne souffle, q'ua fin que Tes
PALMES
Croissent mieux sous leurs Tourbillons.
De Regis Magnae Britanniae CAROLI I. in Insulam Vectim secessu, Obeunte Anno MDCXLVII.
DUm propè septenum Civili in Marte Decembrem,
Insula Magna, olim Pacis alumna, subit:
Dum petit infando Sceptri pia jura Tumultu,
Et ciet iratos in sua
*Vota Deos:
Impia dum tutas CAROLO negat
Anglia Sedes:
Excipit Hunc parvo
Vectis
*amica sinu.
Quid monstri hoc,
Britones? Sol vester currit in ortum,
Quaerit & Eoäs
Phoebus anhelus aquas?
Anne Thyestaeam nova monstra aequantia coenam
Ipse fugit, radiis ut nocitura suis?
Scilicet, & retrò hinc vobis patet omnia ferri,
Vestráque in adversas currere fata vices.
Definite infensos moniti jam temnere Divos;
Sin minùs, aeternâ nocte cavete tegi.
Ad Eundem. Postquam S. M. interfuisset in Insulae Vectis Conventûs tempore, circà finem Anni MDCXLVIII.
HAud aliter laeto Phoebum post nubila spectat
Lumine jam longo quassa carina Noto:
Quàm me nunc Sacrae juvat oscula, CAROLE, dextrae
Figere; quàm vultus posse videre tuos.
O REX! venturis Pia quem Patientia seclis
Commendat,
Patriae prodit & esse
Patrem.
Nunc quoscunque volet nectat Fortuna labores,
Sors mihi, Te viso, nulla nocere potest.
Upon His MAIESTIES Arrival at the Isle of Wight.
LEt Turkie boast of
Empire; France of
Law;
Venice of
Site; Gold, India;
Water, Spaw.
Trade and
Religions, London, Amsterdam;
Of
Greatness Florence; or the Tartar
Cam.
All these concenter in one spot, one span,
The Isle of
Wight, and CHARLS the Ile of MAN.
A MAN whose mind's above the
Turkish Crest,
A KING who make's good Laws, and keep's them best:
A PRINCE who like to well-built
Venice stand's,
In mid'st of Waters, yet in sight of Lands:
Whose Roial Breast's an
India, where's a Mint
Of Golden thoughts; base ones were ne're coin'd in't.
Whose
Gift (as waters have a fame) can heal
Th'
Evil, Oh would it might the
Common-weal!
Hee trade's not in Religions; yet own's one
Profest by most, Practis'd by Him, or none.
Fortunate
Isle! to thee ill fortune bring's
If not the
Greatest, yet the
Best of
Kings.
PALAEMONIS Vaticinium Votivum.
ALtera vix reducem Floram spoliaverat Aestas,
Exquo
Caesareas, superatis fluctibus,
Arces,
Discordem fugiens Populum divisá
(que) Regna,
Liquerat, ut
Gallos inviseret Inclytus hospes
CAROLUS; & fati consors haec Regia proles
Adstaret carae Genitrici, quam mala dudum
Occultis laetata dolis Fortuna, tenebat
Immeritis trinos jactatam cladibus annos,
Liligeri excelsas ubi Sequana
Principis arces
Alluit, & Germana Dryas nemus incolit altum.
2. Illic dum variis sua PRINCEPS otia curis
Exercet, Phoebique artes colit atque Dianae,
Ludicra vel ficti tractat certamina Martis,
[Page 2] (Quae quum fata dabunt veros convertat in usus,)
Dúmque pilae alterno modò tempus fallere jactu,
Vel saltu juvat aut disco, vel fraena feroci
Quadrupedi dare, vel circo componere gressus:
Una magis grandes animos infixa remordet
Altiùs & toto se volvit pectore cura,
Quae vetat hunc placidos occurrens carpere somnos,
Nutantis Patriae laesique Parentis imago.
Ergò ubi lenta dies Fatorum ex ordine fulsit,
Quâ
Populo indicat poenas vindicta
Rebelli,
Et patiens nimiùm Pietas jubet addere coeptis
Consiliis jam fessa manum, nè facta ruentis
Sit rea & ipsa mali, si perstet parcere ferro,
Flectere quum rigidas nequeat
Clementia mentes:
Haud mora, quò sua fata vocant huc tendere cursu.
3. Dum verò amplexu properat discedere
Matris
Ille,
Patrem volvens animo; discinditur aequis
Partibus Illustris
Pietas atque haeret utrique.
Nota tamen Patris sors undique tristior urgens,
Accelerat dubium: sicque impiger advolat oras
Ad
Batavûm; atque (oculis vix dum lustrata) relinquit
Littora, sollicitis ubi dudum
Nereus undis
[Page 3] Classem asservabat, grandique immania dorso
Gestabat, multo sed non sine murmure, Monstra
Quinque & bis septem, terrere valentia
Phocas:
Has nuper pia cura Dei, de gente rebelli
Legitimum Justo tulit oblatura triumphum
PRINCIPI, ut illa forent successûs omina fausti.
His vectus,
multo comitatu insignis & armis,
CAROLUS alta petit, cedentiáque aequora sulcat.
Tum vota ad Superos multo cum murmure defert,
Explosóque quatit vicinum sulphure littus
Machina, Coelicolûm cujus vox permeat arces.
Exciti raucâ
Tritones aëra conchâ
Implent, &
Nymphae choreas circùm agmine ducunt,
Gratóque exultant pressi sub pondere fluctus.
5. Et sic, Heroüm fidâ stipante caterv
[...],
CAROLUS oppositas laeto alite tendit in oras.
Tum verò
Britonum, cui semper chara Tridentis
Est &
Tergemini Ponto inclyta gloria
Sceptri,
Littore prospiciens, oculis dum vela recedunt
Et rapit aura rates, haec orsus vota PALAEMON.
6. "Nereïdum Glau
[...]ique cohors, tandem excipe laetas
"PRINCIPIS Augusti Puppes. Vos ponite, venti,
[Page 4] "Insanos fremitus; arctis vinctique catenis
"Desinite in Pontum rabido saevire flagello,
"Immanésque agitare iras:
PAX regnet in undis:
"Et placidi
Britonas cingant fausto omine fluctus.
"Ac veluti sacros quum destinat edere foetus
"Alcyon, & Thetidi pullos committit amicae;
"Sit vobis haec festa dies, quâ
CAROLUS altum
"Scandit & ulcisci laesos meditatus honores
"Et Patris & Sceptri, Gentem & sedare rebellem,
"Jamdudum optatos Pacis parat edere fructus.
7.
O Regum soboles! cui nostra haec carmina surgunt,
Parce precor magnis Tu paulum, CAROLE, curis.
Sollicitúmque Tui carmen dignare faventi
Lumine, & haec aures mereantur tangere sacras.
Quae Tibi fatidico panduntur Apolline vota.
I nunc, &
Zephyro solùm comitante, carinis
Scinde Tuis liquidos illaeso tramite sulcos,
Subjectúmque Patris nunc credas Nerea Sceptris;
Ille Tuum nam sternit iter, famuláque ministrat
Puppibus ipse manu, nociturósque amovet imbres.
O quàm se tali dignum laetatur honore,
Séque oneri supponit ovans, non pube superbus,
[Page 5] Quippe adeò fuit Heroüm queîs claruit Argos,
Thessala quum classis
Phryxei littora Regis
Diripuit, quamvis multa illos secula jactent,
Et sint aeternis Astrorum nomina fastis
Inserta, auratâ cum Puppe, & vellere rapto.
Graecia nîl etenim, quâ vindice fulget
Iason,
Ficta tenet, veros quod PRINCIPIS aequet honores
Aeternum noménque mei, quo clarus ab Indis
Splendet ad
Oceanum cui
Phoebus lumina condit.
8. Macte igitur, facilémque Jovis sperato favorem
Quò te fata vocant Regni, lacerique Penates.
Nascitur ecce novum tibi vellus & altera
Cholchis:
Sed famosa magis quàm quâ se
Graecia jactat:
Tangit enim Tua
Caussa Deos hominésque vicissim,
Atque decus laesae Themidis: dum saevit habenis
Audaci violátque manu sacra jura
Britannûm
Gens fera laxatis; quam facta immanibus aequent
Titanum Monstris, sua quos audacia fixit
Et malè tentatum facinus radicibus
Aetnae,
Suppliciúmque dedit
Cyclopum pascere flammas.
Sic propriâ
Haec Gens mole ruat, cui infanda superbo
Consilia impulsu tantum suasere furorem;
[Page 6] Martis ut in Patriam saevos accenderet ignes,
Utqueministerio Regum atria sancta prophano
Pollueret, vetitásque manu tractaret habenas
Impiâ, & optaret caput inter nubila condi.
9. Vade ergò,
Regum ô Soboles! & tuta pererrans
Neptuni famulos fluctus, jam Numine dextro
Utere; linque moras, nascentésque erige vires
Et procerum & Populi, quorum spirantia cultum
Pectora fida Tuum mala non infecit Erynnis,
Sed mente intrepidâ Tua, CAROLE, fata sequuntur.
10. Certè, aut veridicâ nos lauro fallit
Apollo,
Nec valet obscuri secreta aperire futuri;
Aut quas Eumenidum furialis dextera torsit
Conjurata faces jamjam vanescere, nigris
Condere séque antris video, simul atque coruscum
Fulserit Augusti capitis jubar, & Tua notas
Lux optata diu
Britonum percusserit oras.
Ac veluti, primos quum
Titan exerit ignes,
Et Thetidis rubicunda sinus Aurora deaurat,
Littus in oppositum noctis se lumina condunt,
Praecipitántque fugam: medio vel summus in axe
Quum stat, & aequalis partitur pensa diei,
[Page 7] Luminis atque idem vitae dator; intima rursum
Lustra colunt umbrásque ferae, lemurésque fugati
Nocturnaeque striges repetunt feralia tecta:
Sic simul ac Patrium rutilis lustraverit Orbem
Sol novus hic radiis; vanescent saeva ferarum
Portenta, illicitas dudum exercentia praedas,
Atque fugam trepido rapient pede, séque nocentis
Dira lues Erebi taciturnis condet in umbris.
O quàm poeniteat sanctum hunc aliquando rebelli
Sacrilegáque manu Sceptri violâsse decorem,
Atque Caput
Magni Sacrum tetigisse
Parentis!
Quum Tibi juncta Themis, coelo cum vindice, dextram
Diriget, atque animis sua tandem sontibus addet
Supplicia, & solvet
Captivi vincula
Regis.
11. Non meliùs Pietas olim laudata refulsit
Illa
Anchisiadae, quum praemonstrante
Sibyllâ
Insignis ramo chari & genitoris amore,
Umbrarum petiitque domos, campósque nitentis
Elysii, & fecit sibi magnum in secula nomen.
Sicut enim natum Phrygius dum suspicit Heros,
Haec eadem Te verba manent: (quum dextera victrix
Littoris objecti minitantia claustra recludens,
Et Regi populos, Regem populisque reducet,
Atque expulsa solo
Britonum sua gaudia reddet:
"Venisti tandem; Tuáque exspectata Parenti
"Vicit iter durum Pietas? datur ora tueri
"Nate Tua, & notas audire & reddere voces?
"Sic equidem ducebam animo, rebárque futurum
"Tempora dinumerans: nec me mea cura fefellit.
"Quas ego Te terras & quanta per aequora victum
"Accipio? Quantis jactatum Nate periclis!
"Quàm metui nè
visa Tibi tot regna nocerent!
Tu contra: Tua me Genitor, Tua tristis imago
Saepiùs occurrens,
absentem quaerere adegit.
Stant sale
nunc Patrio classes mihi: jungere dextram,
Da Genitor, Téque amplexu nè subtrahe nostro.
12. O Tu! supremo cujus mortalia nutu
Omnia volvuntur; Tu, quo custode Monarchis
Intemerata vigent jura, & quo vindice nunquam
Magnatum scelus aut populi grassatur inultum:
Da
Nato sua vota
Pio, da jura
Parenti,
Assere justitiam, frangat sua poena Rebelles;
Imperióque olim securâ pace fruenti
[Page 9] Auratos Tu redde dies; & damna repende
(Quae videt invito jam messis septima Phoebo,)
Hisce bonis, per quae Saturnia floruit Aetas,
Ter septem sub Patre annis, & prole beatâ
Natorum, aeternos dum Sol volvetur in orbes.
Nec Tibi ni longis saturo, REX
Inclyte seclis
Contingat carae dextram disjungere Sponsae,
Quúmque pii nôrint Temet monitore Nepotes
Parcere subjectis & debellare superbos,
Pax aeterna Tui firmet fundamina Sceptri:
CAROLUS & propriâ faciens Te prole parentem,
Pacatum ipse regat patriis virtutibus Orbem.
13. Talibus orabat dicturus plura
Palaemon,
Ni Superis ea cura foret plura addere votis:
Praeterea, jam fessus equos immergere Ponto
Ardentésque rotas properavit tingere Phoebus:
Et placidi dudum rapuêre errantia venti
Vela oculis; tacitâ tenet ergò caetera mente.
14. Tunc quo
(que) nos sequimur paribus Te
Carole votis,
Dum mala vix aliud nobis Fortuna reliquit
Quàm vota, & purae mentis solamina, Musae
Intermixta jocis, queîs curae arcentur amarae.
[Page 10] Scilicet esse viae comites nos dura negârunt
Et nimis adverso volventia stamine lentas
Improba fata dies: ex quo Civilia diris
Arma Furor manibus rapiens, laxavit habenas
Júsque dedit sceleri, nos ut spoliaret inultos,
Et raperet varii compendia prima laboris,
(Hei mihi! quanta illis damna exhinc addita damnis!)
Gens fraeni impatiens; quae Te quoque cedere Regnis
Compulit è Patriis, variisque in gentibus actum
Indè novos vindictae animos hausisse coëgit.
15. Ergò ut
Alcidae primos tentare labores,
Et
Britonum Marti primas appendere palmas,
In sua damna Tuam doceant haec Monstra juventam;
Invitis illas quanquam Tua carpere dextris
Et doleat Pietas tali clarescere Lauro.
PALAEMONIS Vaticinium Votivum.
SCarce had the Summer with her dounie wing
Brush't, & lai'd by the Wardrope of the Spring,
When Princelie CHARLS with his fair Train did pleas
T' expose His Sacred Person to the Seas;
Trusting to th' mercie of the Ocean more
Then those Land-Monsters which hee left on Shore.
And now great
France (in greatness more increa'st,)
Court's the Arrival of this stately guest;
Whose coming there was onely to resign,
And offer up his Sorrows at the shrine
Of His dread Mother; who to make Her Moan
And Mourning less, did intermix his own.
[Page 12] Sad QUEEN! how hath stern step-dame Fortune tost,
And bandied Thee from
Britain to the Coast
Of
France! where
Sein displaie's her silver-floods,
And grand Saint
German vannteth her vast woods.
2. To this calm Rendezvouz sad CHARLS repair's
With Sports to cozen and beguil his Cares:
Somtimes Hee Hunt's, and with his Vocal Horn,
Summon's
Aurora, and the loitering Morn:
Somtimes Hee read's; and equally impart's
His well-divided hours for Arms or Arts.
Yet most Hee sport's in
Martial Skirmishes,
(W
ch may b' in Earnest when just Heaven shall pleas.)
Somtimes Hee plaie's at
Tennis; then again
Expert in Feats of Chivalrie, strive's to train
The stubborn Steed; and his rough fetlocks bring
Within the Cube and Compass of the Ring.
But ah! these Pastims are too short and brief
To flatter Sorrow, or to dandle Grief.
His Cares thus crush't, obtrude; and still abuse
His busie Fancie, with the whisper'd News
Of good or bad Events, which still relate
T' a
Kingdom's Fortune, or a
Father's Fate.
[Page 13] Yet now since
Heaven doth call; Hee's bent to trie
The worst of Chance, and out-dare
Destinie,
Since the designed Time, and hovering Hours
At hand to Punish those
Ʋsurping Powers;
To put a
Snaffle in the Head-strong-Jaws
Of
Hot-spur-Rebels, who have tir'd all waies:
Wh' have jaded, spurgall'd
Pitie; and let loos
Her Reins; and made tame
Mercie of no use.
3. Thus Ruminate's sad CHARLS, and float's betwixt
Dutie and
Zeal; unstable and unfix't,
Touch't with the mutual Sens of th'
One and
Other,
Of a Dear
Father and Indulgent
Mother;
At length the Ponderous thoughts of His
Sire's fate
Weigh'd down the Scales, and ended the Debate.
Then from the Frontiers of fair
France Hee post's,
And re-imbarck'd, arrive's on
Belgia's Coasts;
Whose Continent before Hee well survei'd
Hee left, and in all haste His Anchors weigh'd,
Putting to Sea; where
Nereus, with a Fleet
Of well-rigg'd-shipping, did his Higness greet.
A gallant Navie! whose full number might
Out-brave the boisterous Billows, and affright
Which
Tole the Waters and
Excise the Seas.
4. These did propitious
Providence provide,
And pre-ordain to bee great CHARLS His Guide:
Whose just
Desertion of a ship-wrack't CAUS,
Buoi'd up and born by Usurpation was,
Som luckie
Omen of Blest CHARLS Success,
Which made His Power grow greater, and theirs less.
And thus re-ent'ring with His Roial Train,
Hee plow's the fertile Furrows of the Main.
And with low-bended-knees, but loftie eies
Implore's high
Heaven to bless his
Enterpize.
The
Cannons clos'd th'
Amen: and did inlarge
Their wide-stretch't-
Organs to
Report the
Charge:
Both Rocks and Rivers trembled at the stroaks
Of louder Guns; whose
Center-shaking-shocks
Like the Cloud-cleaving Thunder, seem'd to tear
The troubled Welkin, and affright the Air.
The prettie
Tritons did that daie belabor
Their well-tun'd-shells, which sounded like som
Tabor,
Whiles the whole
Chore of Sea-Nymphs did advance
And teach the
Capering Surges how to dance.
5. Thus with His
Princelie Fleet whiles Hee doth sail
Near
Britain's Coast, fann'd with a whispering Gale,
Tridented Neptune plac't Him at the Helm,
Himself doing Homage to his three-fold Realm.
But poor
Palaemon at His
Launching plie's
His task, and swell's the Canvass with his
Sighs,
Whose trickling tears fell down like showers of Rain,
Striving to mix fresh
Water with the
Main.
Long in these doleful dumps hee stood for lack
Of his lov'd Soveraign, and at last thus spake.
6. "O Thou whose wonders are seen in the Deep
"Ʋnbottom'd Bowels of the Ocean! keep
"And Crown His
Sacred Highness with divine
"Glories; whose
Scepter is a Type of
Thine.
"O! let th' obseqvious windes, and waves allaie
"Their surlie looks, and studie to obeie.
"O! let all storms bee chain'd up in abstruse
"And lonely caverns, and no more break loos,
"Whiles the whole Rabble of black Tempests sleep,
"Lull'd by the warbling Musick of the Deep.
"Let this
Daie's Jubilee with
Peace bee blest
"And hush't, as when
Halcyon build's her nest:
"T' encounter with Rebellion, and repair
"The Ruines of three Kingdoms, to increas
"His enemies Horror, but His Subjects Peace.
7.
Dread Sovereign! whose verie name give's fire
To my dull
Muse, which stand's but to admire;
And in th' amazement of that Zeal doth greet
Thy
Sacred Highness with unequal Feet.
Pass on in triumph with a prosperous Tide,
Whiles
Zephyrus is thy Pass-port and thy Guid:
Hee, Hee's thy Harbinger who swiftlie clear's
The Coast from Tempests when thy Pilot steer's;
How doth Hee smile, and smooth His chearful brow
Ballanc't with so divine a weight as THOU!
The ship which wafted
Jason to the shore
Of
Colchis, which the vulgar did adore
And
Deïfie so much, that they did prize
Each Planck as Trophies to bee fix't ith' Skies;
That Ship was but a Cock-boat to thy
Sail,
Or som poor punie
Whiting to a
Whale.
Had Hee been Fraught with Thee, hee ne'r had thought
Of that vain Voiage, and so dearly bought
Would brag no longer of her
Phrygian Fleece:
Those Pageant-pot-gun-Triumphs (if their storie
Were true) were but meer Atoms to
Thy Glorie,
W
ch flame's like Heaven's bright blazing lamp through th' whole
World, from th'
Artick to th'
Antartick Pole.
6. Goe then blest Mirror of Great
Britain! go,
Implore Heaven's
Aid above, whiles here below
Thy
Subjects linger, readie with th' Expense
Of their dear Blood, to fall in Thy Defence:
Fresh Trophies Court Thee; richer then that old
Fleece, fetch't from
Phrygia, though each lock were gold:
Thy Caus awake's th' whole world, and clamor's high
For Vengeance, from a
Supreme Deïtie.
Angels and
Men are mov'd; when
Devils dare
Intrench on
Princes, and usurp the Chair
Of
Sovereign Power; A
Fact that cannot hold
Comparison, unless referr'd to th' old
Unweildie
Giants, threatning to unthrone
Their
Jove, and scale the Castles of the Sun;
But as their brainless Furie was confin'd
And nail'd to
Aetna; so let these
Youths finde
[Page 18] The self-same Fate; whose Villanies have hurl'd
Earth from her
Center, and unhing'd the World.
How would two
Houses pull twelv 'bout their ears,
Those twelv Celestial
Mansions of the Spheres?
Whiles
Stars, nay
Moon and
Sun may shine alone,
Since our
New Lights have
Lanthorns of their own.
Thus have these
Phaëtons fir'd, and turn'd each Town
(Heart-burn't before) t' a
Conflagration.
Strange
Babel-By-Blows! t' untile
Thrones by a trick
Of
State, and build a
Common-wealth with
Brick:
Dismantling Earthlie Kingdoms, to prepare
Mountains i'th
Moon, and
Castles in the
Air.
9 Then sail auspicious PRINCE! and wafted o're
The officious Waves, review Thy Native Shore;
New string thy nervless Subjects; and impart
Fivers and Arteries to the Peoples heart;
Resolv'd to hazard all, and to make good
Thy
Roial Title, sealed in their Blood.
10. And now I grow Prophetick 'bove all Fiction;
And breathe
Divinitie in my wish't prediction.
Black Clouds dissolv, and gloomie Horror go's
Back to that cursed
Chaö s whence shee rose.
[Page 19] Not daring to creep nearer, or incroach,
When CHARLS shall in bright
Majestie approach.
As when great
Titan Charioter to the daie,
Rideth his Circuit in his rich Arraie;
The conscious Night retire's, and to bewail
Her Guilt the more, put's on a Mourning Vail.
Or look as when
Sol's melting Beams pearch't high
To their
Meridian, how the poor
Herds flie
Head-long in Droves! as though they were affraid
Of those pale shadows which their flight hath made!
So may those
Gobling Ghosts, those
Beasts of Prey
Sneak to their sootie
Hen-roosts, and with-draw
At Thy dread-looks: so may those Serpents hiss
Back, countermanded to their first
Abyss.
Let them Repent that Daie, and Text it in
Their fatal
Rubrick, when they first did sin
Against their SOVEREIGN, daring to Conspire
And Spawn black
Treason 'gainst Thy
Sacred Sire.
Let them Repent, when Vengeance and Heaven too
Shall paie their
Score, and give them what's their
Due.
11. Thus did that good
Anchises son of old
By th' Authentick
Sybils Oracle grow bold
[Page 20] To rescue his blest Father, and thence made
A strange adventure through the
Elizian shade;
Such was His private Pietie, but
Thy Zeal
Involv's three Kingdoms and their Publick-weal:
Each Act is Sacred, and each aim of Thine▪
Center's in Heaven, and thence grow's Divine.
12. O thou great-wonder-working GOD above!
By whom the machine of th' whole Earth doth move;
Who rul'st both Sword and Scepter with a Rod,
And still'st the mutinous world with thy sole nod:
Inspire, inspire great CHARLS, and gently shed
Showers of Scepters on our
Sovereign's Head;
That Justice may return t' arraign those known
Loos
Outlaries Thine enemies, and their own:
That wee may injoie old
Saturn's daies of old,
To re-convert our Iron into Gold.
With these throng'd Blessings was Thy
Father Crown'd
Thrice seven long Summers, leaving a Renown'd
And Princelie Progenie, which shall secure
This
Throne as long as Sun or Stars indure.
But may thy Scepter, and thy Regal Power
Brook no Corrival, nor Competitor;
[Page 21] Whiles Princes made thy Tenants, hold the Leas
Both of their lives and fortunes to the Peace
Of glorious
Britain; and preserv'd thus, own
Their selvs and safeties to Thy Roial Throne.
13. In this sad plight
Palemon did implore
Th' Eternal Powers, and fain would have said more,
But did referr the sequel of his Praier
To Heaven's great Mercie, and th' Almightie's Care:
Besides
Sol had unsadled (for their eas
His Steeds) and drench't his Chariot in the Seas:
The Fleet was out of sight too, and t' was best
For poor
Palemon to conceal the rest.
14. Yet since wing'd
Vollies of his
wishes may
Wait on great CHARLS, as
Convoies to His waie,
Hee send's them wrapt in
Sighs; as griev'd to shew
How little hee could
paie, how much must
ow;
But whiles hee breathe's, hee'l deprecate those dire
Accursed Band-dogs that have fann'd this fire
Of Civil Discords; letting loos th' unjust
Reins to licentious
Murther, and black
Lust:
Who welt'ring in their gore, have swam to th' chin
In Bloodie Riot, and Seditious Sin.
[Page 22] And here they have rais'd their Crimes by the exile
Of Thy blest Presence, from this
Brittish Isle.
Which last Act, when their Fate grow's mellow, shall
Add to their Weight, and Crush them in the fall.
15. Go then great Champion; go; make good the storie
That cite's
Alcides, O may Thy first glorie
Bee vow'd to
Mars: whiles miscreants are thence made
The
Maiden-handsils of thy fatal
Blade.
And though 'tis pittie such base Blood should stain
A
Roial Fauchion; and but little gain
To kill such Hedg-hogs. Let not this Plea sue
Their Pardons, nor debar them of their due:
Since the griev'd Realm doth groan, and groan agen,
Big with those Monsters, in the shape of men:
Whose violent pangs, and long Convulsion-fits
Have half bereft, and robb'd her of her wits.
Bee
Thou then her
Lucina, bee, and close
Her womb, expanded through her teeming-throws;
And as they
Brood still quell, and dissipate
The
abortive Hydra's of an Headless
State.
May Men and Angels further Thy intent
In this great Work, and wait upon th' event;
[Page 23] Since now the Season, and the appointed Times
Are near to powr down vengeance on their Crimes:
And th' hour's at hand (if Souldiers may divine)
To seek their Ruines that have thus sought THINE.
FINIS.
An Advertisement to the READER in reference to the annexed Prophecie.
READER,
THis Prophecie received from an honorable Person, coming so opportunely to my hand, I thought it but dutie to transfer it to the Publick view; not daring to commit so great a sin in the secret concealment of a business of so general a concernment.
Touching the Author, Paulus Grebnerus, hee was a great Astronomer, and a man of surpassing Pietie, and known Integritie, whose Erudition likewise and excellent Endowments, have received a publick Character from this and other Kingdoms.
His Prophecie here need no Panegyrick; and a farther amplification, by waie of Apologie, would prove impertinent where so manie thousands have been so throughly prepossest in the truth of his Predictions.
In a word, Scismaticks (that speak evil of Dignities, and despise Prophesies) may perchance persist still obstinate; I am sure all ROYALISTS will rest here well satisfied.
For my part, I shall therefore praie for the Conversion of the first, and Confirmation of the last; wishing the one more Faith, and the other better Fortune.
Farewel.
The PROPHECIE of Paulus Grebnerus concerning these Times.
PAulus Grebnerus was here in England with Queen Elizabeth, Anno 1582. and presented Her with a fair Manuscript in Latine, describing therein the future historie of Europe, here and there limming in Water-colors som principal Passages.
D r. Nevil, Clerk of the Closet, beeing in favor with the Queen obteined this Book of Her, and bestowed it on the Librarie of Trinitie Colledg in Cambridg, where it hath been published to the view of all persons, till about five or six years ago, by much perusing and ill handling, it was much slurred and defaced.
In his Predictions
Hee describeth the Troubles of Russia, and the Election of a Swedish King, SIGISMUND by name, to bee King of Polonia, by which Hee shall irrecoverably lose his own Inheritance.
That of the Swedish Race there should bee one GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by name, that should take heart from the Distractions of Germanie to invade the Empire with a small Armie; fight manie Battles prosperously, but should at last perish in a pitcht-Field.
That about that time should Reign Rex Septentrionalis nomine CAROLUS, qui ducet Ʋxorem Mariam Papipisticam [Page 26] ex quo evadet Regum infelicissimus. Tunc Populus ipsius Ditionis eliget sihi alium Imperatorem, Comitem; qui durabit in Imperio tres annos, aut circiter. At postea idem Populus eliget alium Imperatorem, Equitem, non ejusdem Familiae nec Dignitatis, cui detrudet omnia sub pedibus suis: durabit aliquantò longiore tempore: & post hunc eliget nullum.
Post hunc apparebit quidam CAROLUS è CAROLO descendens, cum immensâ Classe in Litore Ditionis Patris sui, & cum Auxiliariis Danicis, Suedicis, Hollandicis, Francicis prosrernet Adversarios Suos, & administrabit Imperium perfelicissimè, & longè latéque dominabitur, & erit CAROLO Magno major.
Englished thus.
About that time a Northern King shall Reign, CHARLS by Name, who shall take to Wife MARIE of the Popish Religion; vvhereupon Hee shall bee a most unfortunate Prince. Then the People of His Dominion shall chuse to themselvs another Commander [or Governor] viz. an Earl; whose Government shall last three years, or there about. And afterwards the same People shall chuse another Commander or [or Governor] viz. a Knight, not of the same Familie, nor Dignitie, who shall trample all things under his feet: Hee shall endure somwhat longer time: and after him they shall chuse none at all.
After him shall appear one CHARLS descending from CHARLS, with a mightie Navie, on the Shore of His Father's Kingdom; and with Aid from Denmark, Swedeland, Holland, France, shall overthrow His Adversaries, and shall govern His Kingdom wonderful happily, and shall bear Rule far and near: and shall bee greater then CHARLS the Great.
A short Paraphrase on the fore-going PROPHECIE.
HOw well could
Grebner in those Blinde Times see!
And in these Seeing-Times how blinde are wee?
Our new-
Found-Lights are lost; those squint-ei'd-Elvs,
And purblinde
Seekers, may now seek themselvs;
Who have thus err'd, imagining Prediction
Of
Sacred Prophesie, but som feigned Fiction.
But wee (blest
Grebner!) who have still admir'd,
And look't upon thee as som Soul inspir'd;
Will hold thy
Saws no longer in suspens,
W
ch now w'have reach't with th' Opticks of our Sens;
Since what was once
Apocalyps, is known
The unridled Truth of
Revelation.
Those two
grand Champions (that trode on the Neck
Of Nations, and had Kingdom's at Their Beck)
Are both exstinct; and Fame can onely give
A bare relation that They once did live.
But Thou renowned CHARLS, whose matchless Fate
Design'd Thee a
Victim to the People's Hate;
(Maugre the malice of Thy Foes) wert hurl'd
With
Haleluiahs from the wondring vvorld,
A Conqueror o're Thy doom; from vvhence vvee may
Infer, Thou onely liv'dst, vvee di'd that daie.
And now look back; look back; and have recours
From whence these streams of Mischief had their sours,
Whiles those
promiscuous Hodg-podg-Powers oppose,
Like high-swoln Floods that
River whence they rose.
The
Eagle thus dislodg'd; a Wren-like race
Of
dunghil-Dors, soon pierch't-up in His Place.
And
Lapwing-Libertie e're
fleg'd, take's
flight,
First hath her
Champion-Earl; the next a Knight,
Whose heavie Pressure hath so imp't her wings,
Shee hath lost by
Consuls what shee got by KINGS.
And now (but life's in Prophecie) wee might
Die, and despair to see Thy
Second Light,
Great CHARLS, who like the
Bridegroom of the daie,
Shalt gil'd sad
Britain with Thy glorious
Raie;
Whiles all those shower-shot
Mushroms, and those new
Created Brats, melt like the morning dew;
[Page 29] And all those
Ignes fatui shrink and run
Like Exhalations at the
rising Sun.
This is the Wish great KING, and pious Care
Of those who piece-forth
Prophecie with their
Praier;
O may blest
Grebner bee added to the Small
Prophets! and prove each line
Canonical;
Whiles what in th' old
Queen's Reign hee did divine,
May bee fulfill'd, and ratifi'd in
Thine:
O mai'st Thou Reign in Thy known Realms, who art
Inthron'd alreadie in Thy People's heart!
O mai'st Thou Rule! and spread Thy Fame through th'whole
Earth; from the
Artick to t'
Antartick Pole.
Till the just world with
Grebner shall maintein
Thee a mightier Monarch then brave
Charlemain.
FINIS.
Aeternae Memoriae CAROLI I. &c.
NE jam,
Roma tuis Catilinae crimina chartis
Devoveas, jactésve tuos (ô Brute!) triumphos:
Major enim quàm quum vidisti haec Monstra,
Britanne
Disque exosa magis tractatur Scena
Theatro.
Non Patriae furtim ferales subdere taedas
Conjurata manus tentat, non Publica caecis
Nunc petitur Res consiliis, non dira recessus
Infandum molita nefas jam quaerit
Erynnis:
Sed testem te, Phoebe vocat, quem caena Thyestae
Crimine velavit quondam polluta minori.
CAESAR enim periit, justè quum
Roma Tyrannos
Plaudente hîc
Illegitimo REX CAESARE MAJOR
Fata subit
laetus, Themidis faedátque secures:
Dum non visa priùs Populis spectacula praebet
Turba ferox, Regis Sacram & scelerata prophanat
Cervicem Proprii sub limina Sancta Palati;
REGIS, quo Melior nunquam vel Justior alter
Lubrica vesanis admovit fraena
Britannis.
* Hîc ubi vicinis quondam responsa Legatis
Ipse dabat, toto spargens Oracula Mundo
Insignis
Triplici Diademate, saeva securim
Dextra parat; verùm immoto jamjam ultima vultu
Fata videt, Mortémque Hostésque in Morte triumphans
Calcat, & intrepidus minitantem despicit Ensem:
Non minus Augusto spectandus lumine, Coeli
Mox ut abiturus sacras sublimis ad Arces,
Quàm Populo quum jura dabat: Sic CAROLUS astra
Divorúmque domos petit, &
*sibi cognita Regna:
Indomitóque Tuas animo,
Themis Anglica, Leges
[Page 35] Asserit, & propriae tua praefet jura saluti:
Sed cadet hoc fulmen nec totum terreat Orbem?
Legibus ô MARTYR
Populóque! ô victima nostris
Non benè caesa malis, mundóque ignota priori!
* Ovos venturi lugete haec damna Nepotes!
Quanta etenim tantos placabunt funera manes?
Caussa Dei, Caussa haec Regum est: quà lumina condit
Quáque oritur Phoebus, tangent Tua Fata Monarchas
CAROLE, dum Coelo volvetur Lucidus axis.
At conjuratae tandem Tibi sanguine dextrae
Litabunt, proprióque cadent Tibi victima ferro,
Dúmque Tuo è cinere ut Phoenix renovabitur alter
(Proxima quem Sceptri faciunt Tibi jura secundum.)
CAROLUS, atque Tuos vindex exsurget in hostes,
Tota secundabit Terrarum Machina votis
Justa ejus conata Suis, intérque Nepotes
Heroüm in numero potiorem sera locabit
Posteritas, Tecúmque olim post fata beabit
Suprema hunc Coelique domus, Divúmque Corona.
Amen, ô Deus!
(O vindex scelerum Regúmque custos)
To the Sacred Memorie of that late High and Mightie Monarch, CHARLS the FIRST; Hee who fell Jan. 30. 1648. the Princelie Proto-Martyr of Great BRITAIN, &c.
NO more of
Annals; let great
Rome grow mute
In quoting
Catiline, or recording
Brute▪
Britain now wear's the Sock; the Theater's clean
Transplanted hither, both in Place and
Scene.
No
Vail nor
Periwig-vizor; Murther, here
Without a
mask dare's on the
Stage appear,
Out-facing even the
Sun, which oft hath fled,
And at less crimes shrunk in his frighted head.
Rome had som Plea (though shee ne're justifi'd)
Those fatal Swords by which great
Caesar di'd.
[Page 37] But here a greater far then
Caesar fall's
By a spurious
Senate and her
Cannibals.
How do that Monster-headless-multitude
Gaze on the Beams, and giddily intrude
On's
Sacred Person! murthering Him before
The eies of Heaven! and at His own Door!
A
Prince so sweetly
Pious, Rebels must
Confess 'tis
they were guiltie, but
Hee Just!
And now behold the
Scene! White-hall's decreed
The fatal shambles where the Lamb must bleed;
White-hall! from whence Hee oft dispers'd and hurl'd
His Sacred Oracles through the Peaceful world:
There with an uncontrolled Courage, (higher
Far then that
Scaffold) did His Soul asspire
In glorious
Elohims, making His last state
His
Haleluiah, or
Magnificat.
Thus Great AUGUSTUS falling, did bequeath
New
Edicts to the world, even at His Death,
Such as did Screen His Memorie from the rust
Of black Oblivion; and embalm His Dust.
But Thou blest CHARLS, whom Historie shall stile
The
Princelie Proto-Martyr of this
Isle.
The
Realms grand Charter sealed in Thy
Blood.
And could this dismal shock of Thunder light
Onely on
Britain's breast? and not affright
The
Ʋnivers? to let us understand,
The general Dooms-daie of the world's at hand?
Children unborn shall still bewail the time
Of this sad
Hour; and deprecate the Crime
Of those dire
Regicides, whose blushing guilt,
For Vengeance crie's loud as that Blood th' have spilt.
Thy
Caus invoke's just Heaven, and doth implore
Confederate Princes to the farthest Shore
Of all the world; as far as
Phoebus raie
Doth guild the
Zodiack, and proclaim's the daie.
And yet should all these fail; Blest CHARLS 'tis known
Thou'st left a
Princelie Progenie of Thine own.
Who 'l expiate Thy Murther, OF resign
Their own Lives too, as
Offerings at Thy
Shrine.
And now see! see! another
Phenix rise!
From the blest ashes of this Sacrifice!
A Second CHARLS! who shall in fame asspire,
And grow more Mightie then His
Princelie Sire.
[Page 39] And now, O may th' unanimous world inthrone
Him soon! and re-invest Him in His Own.
May Hee out-live old
Nestor's daie and go
Not hence, but cloathed in a Robe of Snow;
And then when envious Heaven too shall remove
His Swaie from Earth, O may Hee Reign above!
And meet His
Sire, wh' (having past this flood
In Robes of scarlet di'd in His own Blood)
Sit's now a Crowned
Martyr, and hath free
Title to add a
Fourth Crown to His
Three.
Sur la mort de CHARLES I. Deffunt Roy de la Grand Bretaigne.
SONNET.
ANGLOIS, est il donc vray que ce
PIEUX MONARQUE
Que
Trois Peuples ont veu Regner si Justement,
Ainsy q'un Criminel assiste en jugement;
Et puis souffre le coup de la Mortelle
Parque?
Est il vray que
Charon ose amener sa Barque,
Jusques dessus le seuil de ce
Grand Bâstiment
Qui fut de son
Palais le plus bel ornement;
Et que son sang l'ait teint d'une Eternelle marque?
Ouy; mais malaisement chez la Posterité,
Ce recit passeroit pour vne verité,
Tant de cet attentat les coups sont effroyables:
Si la Foy n'enseignoit un
Christ persecuté:
Est un pas dangereux pour
tant de Pieté.
In MARTYRIUM CAROLI I.
Epigramma.
DUm Populi curas, REX, per Tua damna salutem,
Jure novo veniunt jam
nova Regna Tibi;
Quarta etenim
Triplici superadditur ista
Coronae,
Quòd moriens Populo MARTYR es atque Deo.
E vivis ereptus IIII. Kal. Febr. Anno Aerae Christianae, MDCXLIX.
In CAROLI I. obitum Epigramma.
GRex erat, & viridi carpebat gramina campo
Grex felix; fidus cui modo
Pastor erat.
Lex erat, & justae lis omnis subdita legi:
Lis felix,
Legis cui modo
Lator erat.
Rex erat, & placido Rexit Moderamine;
Pastor
Et
Legis-lator (plangite)
justus obit.
Nunc sine lege
Duces; sed non sine lite
furores;
Nunc sine
Pastore est
Grex, sine
Rege Thronus.
Omnia,
Rex, Lex, Grex, jam sunt pessundata; Terris
Quid superest? nisi
Faex: Plebs ferè victa jacet.
Epigramma Historicum De Termino Hilarii Juridico in Angliâ intercalato, Anno Dom. 1649.
TErminus en
Hilar I fuit hoc tristissimus Anno,
Purpura Regalis tincta cruore Togae.
In terra retinent spinas Diademata Regum;
In Coelo electis grata Corona datur.
Memoriae Sacrum Optimi Maximi CAROLI I.
GReat SIR, Your pardon that my ruder Vers
Dare's with her Feet profane
Your Sacred Hers;
True Grief no Manners know's; and to begin
With Courtship, were but ceremonious sin.
Whiles You surviv'd, blest SIR, my Loial breath
Still waited on Your Service; and since Death
(Sent by the Actors of so black a Treason,
As puzzles Faith, and quite confounds all Reason)
Hath hurl'd You hence; You justly SIR may call
My Bodied thoughts to wait Your
Funeral.
My dwindling-dwarf-like-Fancie swell's not big,
Nor know's to wear a borrowed Periwig
Of Metaphors, nor from
Parnassus rise
To ransack far-fetch't Phrases from the Skies;
Since all those pidling Epithites are too brief,
Great CHARLS, to shew Thy Glorie, or my Grief.
[Page 45] Go thou grim Conqueror; search thy kingdom through,
Examine everie
Ʋrn and
Pitcher too;
Taste all thy Earths, and call at everie
Grot,
Even those whose Names, Rust & the Worms have got;
And tell mee if in all thy
Dark-hous bee
Snch a
Prince faln, and
Prince though faln, as
Hee.
Greatness and Goodness too, which seldom fall
Within the Compass of the self-same Scale,
In
Him were poized, and divinely met;
Whose Meekness made Him Good, and Mercie Great.
His Meekness, oh! that inexhausted
Mine
And
Magazine of Moral and Divine
Graces, which like the influence, and the bright
Beams of the Sun, fill'd
Britain with their Light.
But why am I thus partial? when that all
His Thoughts, Words, Actions, were Angelical?
Which like fix't Load-stars, did direct most men
To sail by th'
Compass of His Life and Pen:
Each pious action was so chaste, and such
As held it
sin to think, but
death to touch;
His Mercie such, as if Hee did but live
To know His Subjects failings, and forgive.
[Page 46] Unheard of Love! which could offences mask
And sooner grant their Pardon, then they ask!
Thus was His Life un-pattern'd! but His
Death!
Oh how the sens which suffocate's my breath
Curdle's my blood! and, like swift poison, flie's,
In curling flames through all my Arteries!
Hee di'd by th'barbarous hands of such a
Frie
As fed on
Furies, and have dreined Drie
The
Lerna of all Murthers, to new-stock
Mankinde with spreading Crimes; such as may mock
Preceding Treasons, and the world supplie
With a strange Mould to cast all
Future by:
All former
Acts were fictions unto this;
Raviliacks too is a
Parenthesis;
A Murther so transcendent,
Annals shall
Henceforth grow faithless and
Apochryphal.
But Thou blest Martyr, who hast here laid down,
And chang'd a Temporal for a
Glorious Crown;
Hast finish't Thy great Work, and by th' event,
Attain'd more then
they promis'd, but ne'r meant.
Rest ROYAL SIR, rest in Your Sacred Hers
While wee embalm Your Memorie with our Vers,
[Page 47] And trickling Tears, which shall like Pearls refine
Your Urn, and serv for Diamonds to your Shrine.
You need no other Monument, who have
No less then three whole Kingdoms for Your Grave:
Whiles from the
melting Marble of their Eies
Is Crystalliz'd
this Epitaph Here lie's
"Honor's
rich Fountain,
the True Faith's Defender;
"Religion, and the
Law's Prop, and Extender;
"The purest quintessence of
Christian Zeal,
"Best Father both of
Church and
Common-weal!
"Virtues rare
Patern; Wedlocks chastest Mirror;
"Rebellions and bold
Treasons, Scorn and Terror;
"The spotless
Sacrifice, for the wilde flood
"Of's People's loud sins. CHARLS
the Great, the Good.
CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI REGIS, &c. tricesimo die Januarii, secunda hora Pomeridiana, Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII.
Ter Deno IanI Labens ReX SoLe CaDente
CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptróqVe SeCVre.
CHARLS!—ah forbear, forbear! lest Mortals prize
His Name too dearly; and
Idolatrize.
His Name!
Our Loss! Thrice cursed and forlorn
Bee that Black Night, which usher'd in this
Morn.
CHARLS
our Dread Sovereign!—hold! lest Out-law'd Sens
Bribe, and seduce tame Reason to dispens
With those Celestial Powers; and distrust
Heaven can Behold such
Treason, and prove Just.
CHARLS our Dread Sovereign's murther'd!—
Tremble! and
View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land;
Court, Citie, Countrie, nay three Kingdoms run
To their last Stage, and Set with Him their Sun.
CHARLS our Dread Sovereign's Murther'd at His Gate!
Fell Fiends! dire
Hydra's of a Stiff-neck't-State!
Strange
Bodie-Politick! whose
Members spread,
And, Monster-like, swell bigger then their
Head.
CHARLS
of Great Britain! Hee! who was the known
King of three
Realms, lie's murther'd in His
Own.
Hee! Hee! who liv'd, and
Faith's Defender stood;
Die'd here to re-
Baptize it in His
Blood.
No more, no more. Fame's Trump shall Eccho all
The Rest in dreadful Thunder. Such a Fall
Great
Christendom ne're Pattern'd; and 'twas strange
Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal
Change.
The Blow struck
Britain blinde, each well-set Limb
By Dislocation was lop't off in
Him.
And if Shee yet live's, Shee live's but to condole
Three Bleeding
Bodies left without a
Soul.
Religion put's on Black. Sad
Loialtie
Blushe's and Mourn's to see bright
Majestie
Butcher'd by such
Assassinates; nay both
'Gainst
God, 'gainst
Law, Allegiance, and their
Oath.
Farewel sad
Isle! Farewel! Thy fatal
Glorie
Is Summ'd, Cast up, and Cancell'd in this
Storie.
FINIS.
OBSEQUIES ON That unexemplar Champion of Chivalrie, and Pattern of true Prowess, ARTHUR Lord CAPEL.
T'Is fals
Astronomie.—Nor are wee yet
In utter darkness, though the
Sun bee set;
Since Thy star-beaming-influence prove's all
Those Rules
Excentrick, and
Apocryphal.
Thou'rt hight'ned by Thy Fall, and dost now shine
With doubled lustre, since Thy last
Decline.
Bright mirror of our Sphere! who art no less
Then Valor's wonder; Virtue's Master-piece;
Filling whole Volums with Thy Fame; to tell
The World Thy Worth was her own
Chronicle:
To tell the World, those Praises in the Wars
Thou'st purchas'd, might bee numbred with the Stars;
[Page 52] And had Thy well-proportion'd-Daies been Spun
Out by Thy Deeds, Thou had'st out-liv'd the
Sun;
Forcing the World's great
Luminarie t' have
His
Chaös climacterick with Thy Grave.
Thus Thy renowned Meeds like Incens hurl'd
On flaming Altars, have Perfum'd the World
With such rich
Odors, that scarce Envie knew
Whether Thou wer't to
King or
Realm most true.
Let
State-Chronographers admire, and plead
Those Rites they ow to Honor; when they read
Thy rare Atchievements; studying to refine
The truth of
Modern Historie by
Thine.
Carthage bee dumb! our
Colchester stand's now
Corrival with thee, and dare's more then
Thou;
And all those
Punick Wars, thy Walls could boast,
Have o're and o're been travers'd on her Coast.
Rome's three
Horatii are pos'd; our Isle
Hath bred a
Capel, Lucas, and a
Lisle:
Whose matchless deed's have
Dub'd them with that late
And glorious title of
Triumvirate;
Whiles their transcendent merit strut's, and strive's
To stand on tip-toe in
Superlatives.
And still there's somthing more; for, what was mixt
Promiscuously in these, in Thee was fixt.
In Thee that
Pythagorean Maxime's true;
And what was stale
Philosophie, prove's new
Divinitie, since th' Souls of all those
Nine
Renowned Ones
Transmigrated in
Thine.
But why do wee Adore Thee, made immens
And far sublim'd above our Sphere of Sens?
Scorning bright
Obelisques of Brass, or Stone
Should rais Thy
Monument, who art Thine own.
Yet should'st Thou exspect a Shrine on Earth, wee must
Make
Colchester th'
Exchequer of Thy Dust:
Nor is it more then reason, since 'twere pitie
To give
Thee a less
Church-yard then that
Citie,
T' Interr Thee in her
Breaches, and o're-turn
Her stately
Bulwarks, to support Thine Urn;
Whil'st the throng'd streets would justle to make room
And spread their Towrs, as
Trophies o're Thy
Tomb.
But this grand Task I recommend to those,
Who can limm Fancies in more lively
Prose;
Whose Rhetorick may richly guild this
Pile,
And rais Invention to a loftie stile;
[Page 54] Such as may Conjure Horror, and oblige
Faith-founder'd-
Zelots to confess that
Siege,
That fatal
Siege, whose Trenches were or'e-spread
With mangled trunks and bodies of the Dead;
Till the discolour'd Earth, thus di'd in
Grain,
Blush't to behold such Shambles of the
Slain:
And the pale
Furies stood like heartless
Elvs,
Trembling, to see
Men do more then
Themselvs.
The Center-shaking-Brass grew hot, and spoke
In Flames of Lightning, and in Clouds of Smoke;
And
Charon fainted, Ferrying Souls to
Hell,
When
Hecatombs of the
Besiegers fell.
Amidst these Tragick Triumphs did'st Thou rear
Thy brave
Top-gallant, 'bove the reach of Fear;
Undauntedly exposing Thy bold Head
To shocks of
Thunder, and thick showrs of
Lead:
Those Bullets were then Tame; and wee may tax
The partial
Sword that spar'd Thee for the
Ax.
The
Field (th'
Asylum of great Spirits) clean
Is changed here; the
Citie is the
Scene;
The
Cannon shew'd fair-plaie: But Thou wer't pack't
Away, not by an
Ordnance, but an
Act.
The last
Act (though most
Bloodie) prov'd Thy Best:
It prov'd Thy solemn
Coronation, since
The
Yard's Thy
Palace; and a Glorious
Prince
Thy
President: Who after
Him art hurl'd
To meet Thy
Sovereign in another World.
Transferr'd from Earth to Heaven, to remain
A fixed
Star, and wait on CHARLS his WAIN.
OBSEQUIES Offered up to the Memorie of the ever Renowned and never to bee forgotten, ARTHUR, Lord CAPEL.
DO; paddle still in
Blood, for 'tis not strange
Now if your thirstie dropsi'd Blades do range
On the whole stock of Man; or that they spread
To Trunck and Boughs, since they have lop't the
Head:
For since the KING, who like one general Soul,
Did through each nerv and agile muscle rowl;
And like som publick Conduit did dispence
To everie Vein, both Sap and Influence;
Shine's in His
Crown of
Martydom above,
Guilt and enamel'd with the Beams of
Love;
The Cement thus unfix't and slack't, wee must
Needs languish in to shuffled heaps of Dust:
And as in Bodies, where the
Head is lop't
From off the weeping Stem, som
Spirits drop't
[Page 57] From that great
Magazine, into each part,
And left as
Legacies unto the
Heart;
Contract the Joints and Hands, then make them spread
As if they catch't at the dislodging
Head;
So after this vast Ruin, though the Frame
Of Nature were both discompos'd and lame;
Yet in this crippled Structure, there might bee
Som starts and leaps, w
ch flow'd (brave
Lord!) from Thee;
On whom, as som not yet discovered Sours,
Which doth to th' suppled Earth fresh Sap disburs,
And through her veins melt's in a purling rill,
Th' exspiring KING His Vigor did distil.
And as som sullen Vapor which was spun
From th' Earth's cours Wardrobe, by the glaring Sun,
To som wilde Meteors, hover's in the Air,
And on each Cloud shed's its unravel'd hair;
But wanting Active Heat to waft it higher,
Doth in dull Slime and sluggish Mists exspire:
So before CAPEL was (like th' early Flower
Which ruder Hands tore from the mangled Bower)
Rent from His Bleeding stalk, wee might perchance,
Like vapors wing'd with His brave heat, advance
[Page 58] Above the Common-level, yet but now
His Flames shot-up no new Supplie t' allow.
Wee crumble shall to Ruin streight, and run
Into a wilde Precipitation.
And as when Morning from the
Azure Towers
Powr's out the daie, and pluck's out th'unfledg'd hours;
The Earth unlock's its womb, each flower unweav's
Its odorous tresses, and untie's its leavs,
That so they may bee spangled by that blaze
That from the blooming Sun's gilt lustre strai's;
So now vvhen Hee like a nevv-budded Star
That stud's the Orb's above, doth from a far
Point out his Beams to us, let their clear Light
Steer us through the perplexed maze of night;
And our benum'd and frozen Souls so thavv,
Hee may both our Example bee and Lavv;
For though that Man's a vvorld vvithin himself;
In Him no Passion svvell'd into a Shelf
To split His even thoughts, no Rock of Pride
Did intercept or justle the free Tide
Of vvell-poiz'd actions, and no
Mountain there
Was by
Ambition made, or
Gulf by
Fear.
[Page 59] His beauteous Actions too vvithout did meet,
Still in such comlie and vvell-ballanc't feet,
And vvere so fairly knit, you'd think they'd been
Each one the
Transcript of His
Soul within;
No Byas His
Religion vvarp't avvrie
Into a crooked
Excentricitie,
'Tvvas sullied vvith no Ends; Hee could not tell
Hovv to vamp
Calvin vvith dark
Machiavel.
No Widdovvs cooler sighs did fan His Cup,
Hee drank in's Wine no Tears of Orphans up;
His Pregnant Fields vvere moist'ned by the Skies,
Not vvet vvith shovvers rain'd from His Tenants eies;
And having thus vvith Virtue pav'd the Track
Which to His
Ʋrn did guid His foot-steps back;
Hee, vvhen His full-fledg'd Soul cast off her Claie,
To bathe in Tides of never-ebbing daie,
Did in so soft a Calm dismiss His breath,
As if 't vvere His
Espousals, not His
Death;
And that in His cold shroud Hee vvere to meet
The Portraict onely of His
Genial sheet.
In Praematurum Obitum Baronis CAPEL, ET Casum Mortis-Sociorum, VII. Id. Mart. MDCXLIX.
TRes cecidêre simul, Fato non dispare, Caussâ
Dispar enim fuit haec ratio, (licèt omnibus idem
Supplicium inflixit praecipitata Themis;)
Quòd
aPrimus meritas Tibi solvit, CAROLE, poenas,
Immerita ast
bAlium MARTYRA poena facit:
c Tertius at dubii quondam damnatus amoris,
Se Tibi nunc
*moerens reddere Justa putat.
Illustrissimi Herôis Domini FRANCISCI VILLIERS Epicedium.
QUisquis amicus ades, nec moestos scindere crines,
Nec pigeat madidas Ungue secare genas;
Occidit illustris jnvenum fortissimus Heros,
Quem subitò Fati carpsit acerba manus;
Ille alios tantùm vicit Virtutibus omnes,
Ante alios, quantum
Pegasus ibat equos.
Hei mihi! cur tetricae ruperunt fila Sorores?
Cur stabat vacuâ tam citò
Parca colo?
Cúrve ferox Miles vultus laniare decoros
Sustinuit? ferro durior ipse suo;
Dulce decus Patriae! cur te temerarius ardor
In medios enses, saeváque tela tulit?
Sors levis ut solita est rapit optima, praeterit ima,
Hei mihi tam dubias injicit illa manus!
[Page 62] Quam vellem hostiles pro Te cecidisse cohortes;
Cum Duce non tanti tota caterva fuit:
Tu tamen, heu facinus, turmis jugulatus ab istis,
Pressisti duram sanguinolentus humum;
Nec Species, Virtúsve Tibi,
nec profuit Aetas;
Pro Patriâ
(Patriae Gloria) magne jaces.
Semper honos, laudes, & splendida facta manebunt;
Nunquam Lethaeis ista dabuntur aquis.
Vos igitur tristes tandem compescite luctus,
Nec calido madidas imbre rigate genas:
Qui modò plorâstis, Lacrymas teneatis, Amici;
Non potuit
fato nobiliore mori.
G. F.
OBSEQUIES On the untimely Death, of the never to bee too much praised and pitied FRANCIS Lord VILLIERS.
HEnce fond
Philosophie! it cannot bee;
The crazie World crawl's t' his last Jubilee;
And though the Circle of the Year hath been
A Snake in embleme, it can't cast his skin.
At least I can't beleev't; when everie daie,
Som stately piece is swallowed up in claie;
When
Cedars feel the fate of
Shrubs, and when
Great
Peers expire, and tamely die like men.
How could'st
Thou els thus steal away unheard,
Without a Troop of Angels for thy guard?
Without th'
Artillerie of the Clouds, at this
Thy great and glorious
Metempsycosis?
The Age is sure forgetful; or perchance
Nature Her self laie Bed-rid in a Trance,
[Page 64] And those
Torch-Constellations which shine
At others Herses, were all set in Thine;
As if they fell with Thee, and Fate would have
Their
Chaös clymacterick with Thy Grave.
But, why do I epitomize a Theme
In this small Scedule which deserv's a Ream?
A Theme whose charming Magick might inspire
A cold
Carthusian; and with
Enthean fire
Kindle such raptures, as may re-ingage
Those
Buskin-Bonaerges of our Age
To Personate Thee with more lively tread,
And in loud language shew the world who's dead.
Let brave
Bellona, who hath lately known
Thy
Meeds, proclaim them; and with War-like tone,
High as the sulphur-breathing-Brass, inlarge
Thy spreading triumphs, and report her charge;
Shee, Shee shall rear Thy Trophies, and displaie
Thy matchless Chivalrie, on that black daie
Thou copd'st with Destinie, and did'st resign
Thy
Temporal-Title, for a more
Divine.
Nor could Thy Courage stop, or make a paus,
Where
Honor call'd so loud; and such a
Caus
[Page 65] As might provoke an
Hermit, and make room
With His own Flame to meet His Martyrdom.
Armed with these resolvs, encountring Fear
Thou foild'st her quite, whil'st in a brave career
Thou did'st out-dare the
Destinies, and tread
A loftie measure through whole showres of Lead;
(Spight of the furie of th' opposing croud)
Cleaving Thy waie, like Lightning, through a Cloud.
Thus mid'st these tragick Triumphs wer't Thou hurl'd
With loud
Field-Musick from th' affrighted world,
A Conqueror o're Thy doom; witness that Peal
And vocal
Vollie which chim'd forth Thy Knell;
To tell the world Thy Merit, maugre Fate
Still, still survive's, and is Invulnerate.
How large the storie, or how ample; wee'l
Not now remember, since 'twas writ with steel
And register'd in Blood. Th' indented Face
(Though no great Volume) was the
Common-Place,
And
Index of Thy Valor: everie scar
Seeming at least som mistick
Character;
While's wee admire those
Marginal Notes, and vext,
Wee cannot
Comment on so deep a
Text.
But why do I revolv the short-writ-storie
Of fading Youth; or recollect the Glorie
Of Thy blest Beautie (which though once the Throne
Oth' Lillie and Rose) was blasted before blown?
Prepo'strous Fate! t' anticipate and bring
On Winter e're Thou did'st enjoie Thy Spring!
To obnubilate Thy Morning-Sun, and shroud
Thy dawning splendor in a gloomie Cloud!
But ah! Complaints are shadows, and too brief
To shew the world Thy Goodness or our Grief;
Nor can wee circumscribe, or with weak sens
Define Thy Merit, which is so immens.
Alas! wee knew 't was not the Cob-web-shrine
Of Flesh could lodg so bright a Soul as Thine;
T' was not a Cabinet of Claie could hold
So rich a Jewel; nor the brittle Mould
Of Earth contain a
Seraphin, in all
His blest dimensions so Angelical.
Why should wee fondly then repine; or why
Thus pitie Him, wee rather should envie?
His state transcend's our Passions; nor may wee
Revers or Counterman'd Heav'ns grand
Decree:
[Page 67] Though Wee could weep a deluge to ingross
Our Griefs, and make them ample as His Loss.
And You blest
Madam (mirror of Your Sex,
And wonder of our Age) surceas to vex
Your Soul w
th sad Remembrance; whiles You smother
And burie quick all Comforts in a
Brother.
Those
Diamond-Tears You daily shed (of more
Account then all those on the
Indian shore)
Are spent in vain; and You profusely prize
His loss, to waste the Treasure of Your eies.
His
Fame require's no Monumental-stone,
Nor Epitaph; why should You then bemoan
His Funeral-
Obsequies, and thus make room
Ith'
Tablet of Your
Heart, t' erect His
Tomb,
Where You, blest
Votaress, piously resign
Your Sighs, as
Incens, offer'd at His
Shrine.
Whil'st in the Torrent of these
Tears You swim;
Madam, You do bewail Your
Self, not
Him
Who soar's above Your Sorrows; and sit's in
Commission, with som blest
Cherubin,
Inthron'd in those Celestial Mansions, where
Hee shine's like Heaven's bright
Champion, in His
Sphere
On the MARTYRDOM Of His Late MAJESTIE, &c.
COm, com, let's Mourn; all eies, that see this
Daie,
Melt into Showrs, and Weep your selvs awaie:
O that each Private head could yield a Flood
Of Tears, whil'st
Britain's Head stream's out His Blood;
Could wee paie what His
Sacred Drops might claim,
The World must needs bee drowned once again.
Hands cannot write for Trembling; let our Eie
Supplie the Quill, and shed an
Elegie.
Tongues cannot speak; this Grief know's no such vent,
Nothing, but Silence, can bee Eloquent.
Words are not here significant; in This
Our Sighs, our Groans bear all the
Emphasis.
[Page 69] Dread SIR! What shall wee saie?
Hyperbole
Is not a Figure, when it speak's of
Thee:
Thy
Book is our best Language; what to this
Shall e're bee added, is Thy
Meiösis:
Thy
Name's a
Text too hard for us: no men
Can write of it, without
Thy Parts and
Pen.
Thy Prisons, Scorns, Reproach,
and Povertie
(Though these were thought too courteous Injurie)
How could'st Thou bear? Thou Meeker
Moses, how?
Was ever
Lion bit with
Whelps till now
And did not roar? Thou
England's David, how
Did
Shimei's Tongue not move Thee? Where's the Man?
Where is the
King? CHARLS is all
Christian.
Thou never wanted'st Subjects, no; when they
Rebell'd, Thou mad'st Thy Passions to obeie.
Had'st Thou regain'd Thy Throne of State by Power,
Thou had'st not then been more a
Conqueror.
But Thou, thine own
Soul's Monarch, art above
Revenge and Anger, Can'st Thou tame Thy Love?
How could'st Thou bear Thy
Queen's Divorce? must Shee
At once Thy
Wife, and yet Thy
Widdow bee?
[Page 70] Where are Thy tender
Babes once Princely bred,
Thy choicest Jewels, are They
Sequestred?
Where are Thy Nobles? Lo, in stead of these
Base savage Villains, and Thine Enemies:
Egyptian Plague! 'twas onely
Pharaoh's doom,
To see such Vermin in His Lodging-room.
What Guards are set, what Watches do they keep?
They do not think Thee safe, though lock't in
Sleep.
Would they confine Thy Dreams within to dwell,
Nor let Thy Fancie pass their
Centinel?
Are Thy
Devotions dangerous? Or do
Thy
Praiers want a Guard? These faultie too?
Varlets, 't was onely, when they spake for You.
But lo a Charge is drawn, a Daie is set,
The silent LAMB is brought, the
Wolves are met.
Law is arraign'd of Treason,
Peace of War,
And
Justice stand's a Prisoner at the Bar.
This
Scene was like the
Passion-Tragedie,
His
Saviour's Person none could Act, but Hee.
Behold what
Scribes were here, what
Pharisees!
What bands of Souldiers!
What fals witnesses!
Durst strike at
God, and His
Vicegerent too.
Here
Bradshaw, Pilate there: This make's them twain,
Pilate
for Fear, Bradshaw
condemn'd for Gain.
Wretch! could'st not thou bee rich, till
Charls was dead?
Thou might'st have took the
Crown, yet spar'd the
Head.
Th' hast justifi'd that
Roman Judg; Hee stood
And washt in
Water, thou hast dipt in
Blood.
And where's the Slaughter-Hous?
White-hall must bee,
Lately His
Palace, now His
Calvarie.
Great CHARLS, is this Thy Dying-place? And where
Thou wer't our KING, art Thou our MARTYR there?
Thence, thence Thy Soul took flight; and there will wee
Not ceas to
Mourn, where Thou did'st ceas to
Bee.
And thus, blest Soul, Hee's gon: a
Star, whose fall,
As no
Eclips prove's
Oecumenical.
That Wretch had
skill to sin, whose Hand did know
How to behead three Kingdoms at one blow.
England hath lost the Influence of Her KING,
No wonder that so backward was Her
Spring.
O dismal
Daie! but yet how quickly gon?
It must bee short, Our SUN went down at
Noon.
And now, yee
Senators, is this the Thing
So oft declar'd; Is this your
Glorious King?
Did you by
Oaths your God, and Countrie mock,
Pretend a
Crown, and yet prepare a
Block?
Did you, that swore you'd Mount CHARLS higher yet,
Intend the
Scaffold for His
Olivet?
Was this,
Hail Master? Did you bow the knee
That you might murder Him with
Loialtie?
Alas! two Deaths! what Crueltie was this?
The
Ax design'd, you might have spar'd the
Kiss.
London, did'st thou Thy Prince's Life betraie?
What? could thy
Sables vent no other waie?
Or els did'st thou bemoan His
Cross? then, ah!
Why would'st thou bee the cursed
Golgotha?
Thou once hadst Men, Plate, Arms, a Treasurie
To
binde thy KING, and hast thou none to
free?
Dull beast! thou should'st, before thy
Head did fall,
Have had at least thy Spirits
Animal.
Did You, Yee
Nobles, envie CHARLS His
Crown?
Jove beeing fal'n the
Punie-gods must down:
Your Raies of
Honor are eclip'st in Night,
The
Sun is set, from whence You drew your
Light.
Religion Vail's her self; and Mourn's that shee
Is forc'd to own such horrid Villanie.
The
Church and
State do shake; that Building must
Exspect to fall, whose
Prop is turn'd to
Dust.
But ceas from Tears. CHARLS is most blest of men;
A God on Earth, more then a Saint in Heav'n.
Vota Phileireni Anglici.
aFaedere Matrimoniali, cum Galliâ inito. LIlia
Cârle,
bRosas
Henrice, &
cScotiae & Angliae.Regna
Jacobe
Junxistis; coeänt Lilia, Regna, Rosae.
Associata diu maneant, unáque morentur
Grata, virescentes, Lilia, Regna, Rosae.
Sit CAROLUS Magno Major, sit Maximus, & quo
Nomine
Roma stetit,
Roma superba ruat.
g
Lilia cúmque Rosis Te recreare student:
Una Fides, consórsque Salus, Deus unus
Iernum,
Scotum, Anglum, Wallum, Pace vigente beent.
Consilium Phileireni Anglici.
REgi Sceptra, Deus Regi sacraverat Enses,
* Quae Regis Regi redde, Deique Deo.
Vaticinii Votivi Palaemonis Coronis.
VEr rediît, spiránsque Pater per cuncta vigorem
Cynthius, obliquum jam penè retrogradus orbem
Exegit; vicibúsque suis nova pensa revolvens
Dispulit è Coelo nimbos, Terráque fugavit
Squallentes Hyemis vultus, Austrósque furentes:
Ex quò jam meliore olim concepta PALAEMON
Spe sua vota fovens, animo tua fata recurrit,
Gens Britonum malesana, & te miratur in illis
Non periisse malis, & adhuc spirantia vitae
Signa dare, ac propriis nondum occubuisse ruinis.
Jam propè bis senas variis erroribus actam
Latonam peragrâsse Domos stellantis Olympi,
Flora redux, Floraeque suis Philomela querelis
Indivisa comes, torpenti nunciat Anglo:
Ex quo, Fatorum non sat benè conscius, oris
Tunc discedenti
Batavûm Tibi Vota PALAEMON
CAROLE justa dedit: sed quamvis justa, supremo
[Page 76] Res aliter tunc visa
Jovi qui fata gubernat.
Quippe ausis nimiùm laxas immisit habenas
Criminibus, totámque dedit cumulare furorum
Mensuram Sceleri,
Vindicta ut grandior aequas
Indicet poenas Titanum crimine lapsis.
Sic visum est: ut quae nimiâ torpedine damni
Conscia Plebs fuerat proprii, mutabile vulgus
(Sed nimis heu! serò tandem!) sua fata doleret:
Sic visum est superis: majori ut CAROLUS astris
Insereret radio caput immortale coruscans;
Quadruplicique inter divos fulgente
Coronâ
Martyrii
aeternam sacro
in Diademate palmam
Necteret, & veros ferret de Morte Triumphos.
Sic visum est: ut Tu cui
Jus Virtúsque secundum
CAROLE jam spes nostra, Locum Titulúmque
dedêre,
Herculeos primá tentans cum pube
Labores,
Dignus
Avis & Patre, Tuis scelerata Triumphis
Colla Rebellantum calcares, Justáque tandem
Supplicia inferres vindex
Titanibus istis;
Quorum ausis eversa jacent
Tria Regna: prophano
Quae aggressi (ceu
Thessalicis quum dextra
Gigantum
Montibus avulsum substravit
Pelion Ossae)
[Page 77] Consiliò junxisse simul; Sacrúmque Cacumen
Scandere in his Sceptri
*violatâ Pace Britanni,
Et
Regum Divûmque imâ radice revulsas
Evertisse
Domos, atque altitonantis Olympi
Derisisse minas, complêsse & caedibus
Orbem
Pacis amatorem,
Pacisque insignia
*Sacris
Gestantem in Titulis. Ah!
Quis nam talia fando
Temperet à lacrymis? Sed Tu qui fata gubernas,
Summe Pater, rerúmque gyris moderamine justo
Ac sapiente praees, quondam haec versurus in usum
Permittis meliorem: atrox sua poena sequetur
Ausa nefanda, olim & seros vindicta nepotes
Abjurare Patrum detestarique docebit
Nomen, & aeternis viventia crimina chartis.
Talia, sed volvens animo majora, PALAEMON
Verba, animi testes, moestas ad
Tamesis oras,
Tristior ipse ciens (nam tunc in
Tamesis oris
Luctus eum tenuit, postquam Te CAROLE, nobis
Eripuit violenta manus, Caelóque locavit)
Cantabat. Sed quis valeat cantare dolendo?
[Page 78] Dúmque silent
Nymphae attonitae? vel arundine motâ
Ceu cantus imitata
Syrinx peccâsse veretur;
Hispidus obscuro latitat dum
Glaucus in antro
Fata gemens
Britonum: dum sparsae hinc indè
Napeae
In fontes oculos vertunt,
Dryadúmque choreae
In cursus incompositos, &
Panis amores
In luctus abeunt; dum
Nereüs ipse Tridentem
Excussum cecidisse timet; dum stagna profundis
Penè refusa vadis
Divisos orbe Britannos
Concutiunt, mersámque videt sub pondere
Gentem
Quam magè dilexit terris ille omnibus unam.
Talia quis valeat calamos inflare videndo?
Quis lacrymas cohibere? istas linque ergò PALAEMON
Et
Batavûm citus adnando te transfer in oras.
Hic & enim amissi radians ut
Imago Parentis
CAROLUS alter adest, cujus spes Gloria nostras
Eriget exoriens, Tempestatúmque furentes
Dispellet nimbos, & reddet gaudia Coelo
Atque solo
Britonum, postquam satis ira Deorum
Saevierit, Dextráque
Jovis jam fracta revellent
Pectora vindictam minitantes sontibus ignes.
Hîc erit & votis locus amplior, hîc &
Apollo
[Page 79] Agnataeque novem, tranquillâ Pace fruuntur,
Litora tuta silent illic. Dúmque ora tueri
Principis & sacro dabitur Tibi lumine vultûs
Posse frui tandem meliores fistula cantus
Exeret, & calamos inflabunt vota, PALAEMON,
Tunc magè certa tuos; seu se se accingere Marti
Ille paret, laesósque Patris cum sanguine manes
Lustrare, ac,
Ʋmbris offerre piacula
Tantis:
Seu Pedibus prostrata ferox
Audacia, Sacram
Porrigat, Illiúsque legat
Clementia, Olivam.
Ad ANGLOS jam novennali Bello Civili inter se dissidentes. [...].
TErtia ter jam dissidiis Civilibus aestas
Exarsit, nec Hydrops spoliis discordia vestris
Insanam propè rupta sitim satiare valebit,
O
Britones! certè vos infelicia
Trojae
Fata manent, decimum si tandem insanus in annum
Vos furor hic rapiat, nec saevo parcere ferro
Pacis amor, Divúmque metus, Rectique cupido
Edoceant, propriae metam & posuisse ruinae.
Una medela tuis superest tantùm, ANGLIA, damnis:
Da Regi Sua Jura Pio, da Justa
PARENTI.
FINIS.