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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26246	A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ...	Austin, Samuel, d. ca. 1665.	1661 (1661)	Wing A4257; ESTC R38675	9,307	29

Throne And what was that but a shadow spun Or a waste night unto Your Sun Its Issues as void Colours spent To settle deep Your Government Those things whose Virtues are most seen Move by an intervall between The two Poles crosier active Powers Make various season time and hours By whose Virtue about are whirl'd The motions of the upper world Nought ever their Scepter withstood Yet they maintain no Neighbourhood The vastnesse of the space betwixt Heightens their Power and states it fixt The Sun It self whose flames are hurl'd Int ' ev'ry corner of the world Each dayes past Scepter of Light Receives an interpose by night And if it should all shadow shun 'T would be reputed common Sun The greatest glories are not seen Without the help of mask or skreen But the least shade doth blind the sight From a clear view of lesser Light Small Lamps are best beheld when near Packt up together in one Sphere While bigger Lights being throng'd too nigh Do wrong themselves and eke the eye Distance preserves the state of Kings And proves them to be special things Partition of time and space Doth only state the Royal Race Your Royal Father at first span'd The peacefull Scepter in his hand Then did You step upon the Throne And now rule by Your self alone Your glories not together seen But by alittle age between And this 't is that doth fully try The greatnesse of Your Majesty Ev'n as from Archimedes dust Demonstrations came into Trust And as from Hyacinthus Blood Letters were made good Whose sanguine shower Produc't a flower And as the wounds did flow A kind of Alphabet did blow And Letters distinct grow Which did record the fame Of Ajax's living name How his untamed Spirit and Power At length did sink into a flower Shrunk valour if a flower must maintain The credit of an Ajax slain Which sav'd Hyacinthus dying breath With the sighs made at his death Which in Characters fine and trim Shew'd that Apollo loved him Thus from Your Fathers Blood and Dust Knowledge and Learning sprang up first Instance the Book made at His death Compiled by His later breath Oh! may the Name of such a King as He With Great Ones ' mongst the gods recorded be May Apollo be put in trust To beautifie his dust To make His blood Immortal good To Write His Name not in a flower But in some Star or higher Power For his pretious gore Letters are multiply'd to more His very Death Hath giv'n to Learning birth and breath But you alone have perfect made And ransom'd ●●tters from the shade By you they 're fully ripe and good And may be understood You 've given us sence and sight And unto Learning all its light The Heavens above not all or'e fair Dark in and out as if there were Betwixt earch Star both earth and air But all Your Graces are true light In them no likelyhood of night Your Virtues are both fresh and green No common Hearb or Weed between Damne Antichrist by virtues Kings are meant Dissolve the Pope and You the Innocent Under whose Rule I may more truly say That Launce and Nayles do keep a Holiday Religion rose and did by you revive Who only keep'st our Liberty alive Amphyction compleat But far more great The old Arithmetician Zealots mount The common age of th' World on Faiths account 5199 Their sence is seen cause in it coucht dothly The holy-Trin in a safe Unity 1236. Make the World younger give the Mystery light Take out those figures so the Reckning's right 3960 vel 63 That Sacred Number a confused lye Unlesse It be drawn up by Unity Kings make such Sums he that would stake them bigger Than other men must multiply by figure And cast up mysteries above sense alost He that counts Princes plain accounts them nought Crowns cypher'd are by Arithmetick ●n trust Mystical Number things in secret nurst Thus doth our Sacred Prince most piercing try Age Number in divinest Mystery By His Return the Antient face of Time Looks young again and our World 's at its prime He ' bandond falshood and hath Truth begot In faiths defence preserv'd the holy knot To speak things seen and known is for to misse What the perfection of a True king is He only reacht my Theame that did account The holy Temple bigger then the Mount Thou dost excell thy self alone And canst surpassed be by none Thy Virtues in their perfect sence Can't dwell in that circumference More roome more room thy swelling grace Exacts a larger breast and face I know It not as soon I sound Good Enochs Prophecies near found And thus my own blindnesse I see Remain great to Thy self not me Gods to th' Enstalment now come down Arise then and receive the Crown Heavens lend it Jewels and beset It round with your starry Coronet Let all the Elements conspire Earth Air Water and Fire As ravisht with a choice desire To make Charles his glory higher That he that would their purenesse find May know th●●● to his Crown resign'd And only there confin'd 1 Earth Earth unbowel all thy store Thy Silver and thy Golden ore Pearle Diamonds and thy shining Clay To make him a new fashion'd ray We all the bright require Keep Thou the dust and mire Let both the Indies Mines appear And settle in his Spheat 2 Air be thou quiet temperate serene May no molesting breath once move between Forget all mists unvcile thy clear May not one cobweb-cloud appear Turn turn into thy antient mould Produce no over-heats or cold And with thy best Array Attend the Coronation Day 3 Seas be ye smooth let your disturbed brow Unwrinckle now Confesse his Scepter may your wat'ry plains Acknowledg by their rest that our Charles Reigns Let the Inmates that in you swim Be subject unto Him Your Neptune is decay'd and old Shrunk into another mould Behold his furrowed form Which hath buried many a storm Where tempests and winds do fix And with each other mix Ev'n as a man who by the Seas Hath visited our Antipodees That returns from that nether world With his forehead trac't and curl'd As if the shipwrack had mistook And sunk into His look Leaving him all forlorn With 's countenance cleft and torn Let Neptune as a fiction dy With Eolus his posterity Holding no memory Amongst the muses Fry Seas and Winds be no more found By such old Liars to be bound Don't henceforth stand At their command Whose Godhead's only from the will And pleasure of the Poets Quill Storms from Charles his forehead flee He shall your Neptune and your Eolus be 4 Fire flame and in bright streams arise Preserve your smokes for sacrifice Lay them up 'till the Heav'ns them need And the reconciling victims bleed Till offrings for attonement burn While the earth for its sins doth mourn These may then serve the gods to please And their angry powers to appease What will either choak or blind Leave quite behind Appear in all your