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Caroli tou makaritou palingenesia.
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Pierce, Thomas, 1622-1691.
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CAROLI Τȣ ΜακαÏιτȣ ΠΑΛΙΓΓΕÎΕΣΙΑ LONDON Printed for Rich Royston at the Angel in Ivie lane M. DC.XL.IX CAROLI Τȣ ΜακαÏιτȣ ΠαλιγÏενεσια I Come but come with trembling lest I prove Th'unequall Greete of Semele and Jove As She was too obscure and He too bright My Theame's too heavy and my Pen too light And whilst like Midas I presume to sit In wise Apollo's Chaire without HIS wit Is it not just t' expect that He who dares Higher then Midas should wear longer Eares May I not feare Patroclus Fate and feele The dangerous honour of Achilles steele Just like that busie Elfe whose vent'rous Pride Found none but Titan Titan's Coach could guide Why Hee 'l not stand in Verse Can I enclose Him whom the greatest Liberty of Prose Wants roome to hold And whose unweildy Name Is big enough to fill the Trump of Fame An Individuall species like the Sun At once a Multitude and yet but One One of such vast Importance that He fell The Festivall of Heav'n and England's Hell One who for Eminence was these two things * De Catone vetus dictum Ultimus Romanorum Primus Hominum The Last of Christians and the First of Kings One so diffusive that he liv'd to all And One that dy'd the whole world's Funerall For Charles being thus dismounted and the Swaine High shoo'd Bóótes leapt into the Waine Is not old Beldame Nature truly said T' advance her Heeles and stand upon her Head Does not the Judge and Law too for a need The Stirrop hold whilst Treason mounts the Steed Is not Gods Word and 's Providence besides Us'd as a Laquay whilst th' white Devill rides Sure all things thus into Confusion hurld Make though an Universe yet not a World And so our Soveraigne's like our Saviour's Passion Becomes a kind of Doomesday to the Nation If Dead men did not walke 't would be admir'd The Breath of all our Nostrills thus expir'd What 't is that gives us Motion And can I Who want my selfe write Him an Elegie Though Virgil turn'd Evangelist and wrote Not from his Tripod but God's Altar taught Though all the Poets of the Age should sit In Inquest of Invention and club wit To make words Epigrams should they combine To crowd whole stock of Fancie in each line Sell the Fee-simple to advance one summe As Eglis spake but once and then liv'd dumb 'T were all as inarticulate and weake As when those men make signes that cannot speak But where the Theme confounds us * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Longin 't is a sort Of glorious Merit Proudly to fall short Despaire sometimes gives courage any one May lispe him out who can be spoke by none None but a King No King unlesse He be As Wise as Just as Good as Great as He. When Late Posterity shall run t' advise With Time's impartiall Register how Wise This Great-one was they 'l find it there inroll'd That He was ne'r in 's Nonage but borne old View him whilst Prince of Wales and it appeares His Wisdome did so antedate his yeares That He was Ful i' th ' Bud and 's Soule divine Nestor might be Great Grandfather to thine View him agen where he so ripe was grown As not to rise but drop into a Throne How did those rayes of Majesty which were Scatter'd in other Kings concenter here As if h 'ad got King Sapors sphere and prov'd How each Intelligence his Orbe had mov'd Wise Charles like them sate steering at two Helmes King of himself but Father of his Realmes And just as if old Trismegistus Cup Had by his Thirsty Soule been all drunk up His understanding did begirt this All As t' were Ecliptick or Meridionall Suppose a Dyet of all Christian Kings And Bishops too conven'd to weigh the things Of Church and State Nay adde Inferiour men Those of the Sword the Pensill and the Pen From th' Scepter to the Sheep-hook Charles in all Must have been Umpire Oecumenicall He liv'd a Perpendicular The Thread His Wisdome was Humility the Lead By which he measur'd Men and Things took aime At actions crooked and at actions plaine He and all from him into Cubes did fall And yet as perfect as the Circle all 'T was He took Nature's Bredth Depth Hight Knew the just difference 'twixt Wrong and Right He saw the points of things could justly hit What Must be done what May what 's just what fit As if like Moses he had had resort Unto Gods Councell ere he was of 's Court. Hence his Religion was his choice not Fate Rul'd by Gods Word not Interest of State Others may thank their Stars He his Inquest Who sounding all sides anchor'd in the best His Crown contain'd a Miter He did twist Moses and Aaron King and Casuist When the Mahumetan or Pope shall looke On his Soule 's best Interpreter his Booke His Booke his Life his Death will henceforth be The Church of England's best Apologie Thus Dove and Serpent kiss'd as if they meant To render him as wise so innocent His owne good Genius knew not whether were His Heart more single or his Head more cleare Vertue was his Prerogative and thus Charles rul'd the King before the King rul'd Us. He knew that to command his only way Was first to teach his Passions to obey And his incessant waiting on God's Throne Gave him such meek reflexions on his owne That being forc't to censure he exprest A Judges Office with a Mothers breast And when some sturdy violence began T'unsheath his Sword unwilling to be drawn He but destroy'd and so soft mercy can The Malefactor to preserve the Man Even Hell 's blind Journy-men those Sons of Night Who looke on scarlet-murder and think 't white Unwillingly confess'd The only thing Which made him guilty was That He was King He was Incarnate Justice and 't is said Astraea liv'd in him yet dy'd a Maid We want an Emblem for him Phoebus must Stand still in Libra to speak Charles the Just And yet though he were such that nothing lesse Then Vertue 's Meane stretch'd to a just Excesse Flew from his Soule He like the Sun was known To see all excellence except his owne His Modesty was such that All which He ' Ere spake or thought of 's selfe was Calumny But yet so mixt with state that one might see It made him not lesse Kingly but more free He was not like those Princes who t' expresse A learned surfeit a sublime excesse Send to dispeople all the Sea of Fish Depopulate the Aire to make one dish Such skilfull Luxuries as onely serve To make their minds more plentifully sterve Whatever Dainties fill'd his Board by chance His onely constant Dish was (a) Evagr. l. 1. c. 21. de Monachis quibusdam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Temperance His Virtue did so limit him his Court Impli'd his Cloyster and his very sport Was Self-deniall Nay though he were seene So roab'd in purple and so match'd t' a Queene As made