GREAT BRITAINES SORROW For the Death of her late deceased all beloued Soueraigne Lord King JAMES, Who dyed at his Manour of Theobalds, on Sunday, March 27. 1625. AND THE PEOPLES IOY In the welcome proclaiming of his vndoubted Sonne, and our Leige Lord CHARLES King of Great Britaine, France, and Ireland, &c.
HEre are two Figures of great
Griefe and
Ioy:
Each striuing one the other to destroy:
And as the
one possesseth vs with
Griefe,
The
other giues vs
Comfort and
Reliefe.
This vnexpected and vnwelcome
Blow
Caus'd brinish
Teares our mourning
Eyes oreflow;
Yet wee haue the
Almighties fauour found,
Who gaue the
Cure before hee gaue the
Wound.
This
Good deceast example of
Good Kings,
Whose faire Renowne throughout the whole world rings,
The
Iemme and
Iewel of Great
Britaines Throne,
Our Wise, Beloued, Prudent
Salomon,
The Scourge of
Antichrist, whose
Tongue and
Penne
Hath beene inspir'd by
God, admir'd by
Men:
When Blessed
Peace was banisht euery where,
Hee gaue her Royall entertainment here:
Full two and twenty yeares (that
Heauenly Doue)
He did imbrace her in the Armes of Loue.
Peace (all his life) with Plenty staid with him
Whilst neighbour-Realms in bloody wars did swim.
His
Learning and his
Charitie was rare,
Vnmatched, as his Works doe well declare.
For Royall
Maiestie and
Courtesie,
For pious
Zeale, and
Liberalitie,
He was the
Paragon, and
Patterne too,
To guide all
Princes how to speake and doe.
And hauing lost him, which way can we see
How this great Domage may repaired be:
O
God, with thankfulnesse we make confession,
Thou hast restor'd our Ioyes, in his
Succession;
Rest gracious
Iames, in Euerlasting Rest,
Whilst in thy blessed Off-spring we are blest.
Great
Charles, our
hope in thee, expels our
feares,
Reuiues our
Ioy, our drooping
spirits cheares:
Thy Fathers
Sunset almost strucke vs dead,
And by thy
Rising we are comforted.
O what a war of
Griefe and
Ioy, within
Each Subiects brest the conquest sought to winne:
At last our
Ioy the victory did gaine,
For ioy of
Thee, Great
Britaines Charlemagne.
When as the Peeres of this lamenting Land
Proclaim'd thy
Reigne, thy
Title, and
Command,
Then did the Ayre with Acclamations ring,
God saue Charles, Britaines, France, and Irelands King.
This was the sound of comfort, and the voice
That made each sad and fearfull heart reioyce.
In
Thee, we are made
happy we confesse,
If we haue grace to see our happinesse.
As thou art Heyre vnto Great
Iames his
Crowne,
So art thou to his
vertues and Renowne,
In thee his goodnesse really is borne,
His
Crowne and
Qualities doe thee adorne,
So that this change is nothing but in Name,
Th'Estate and the Perfection is the same.
Long maist thou imitate his actions still,
T'aduance the Good, and to suppresse the Ill,
That tracing in the footsteps of thy
Sire,
Thy name and fame all Nations may admire,
Whilst
Thou, the Glory of thy
Diadem,
Maist be thy peoples
Ioy, and
ioy in
Them.
May no Conspira
[...]ies thy
peace molest,
May Antichristian Plots be all supprest:
May
God and
good men euer more befriend thee,
And dayes of old
Methashelah attend thee.
Amen.