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Poems by Ben. Francis.
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Francis, Ben. (Benjamin)
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POEMS BY BEN FRANCIS Vivat in aeternum REX CAROLUS SECUNDUS Quem Deus nunc in saecula saeculorum conservet oro Enter'd according to Order LONDON Printed by T. R. for the Author 1660. A Pastorall Elegie upon the Barbarous decollation of King Charles the first of ever Glorious memory written shortly after his death Palaemon Chorus of Shepherds PALAE I From the Bloodyest Barbarous Act am fled That ever was by Monsters nourished And though my feet pursue an eager flight Yet still my soul retaines that horrid sight Ah Cursed fate which me unwilling drew To that sad place this Tragedy to view CHOR. What Luckless fate what wofull accident Hath happ't that makes Palaemon to Lament What sad misfortune is 't that can possess Thy sprightly soul with so much heaviness Needs must the cause be great that moves thee now Since sorrow 's seldom seen to Cloud thy brow PALAE Ah dearest mates mirth sounds a sad retreat The day is come our Ruins are compleat Our miseries cast up in this most dread and black prodigious Totall Charles is dead CHOR. What! Charles the Great the Good the Quintessence Of all our earthly happiness from whence Our breath we draw and by whose beames we live Ah! dear Palaemon 't is a cause to grieve Horror Confounds us yet we pray thee tell By what sad Chance this best of Princes fell PALAE Should death and all Hells powers stand between And make Relation what mine eyes have seen To hear this execrable Act express't Would Conjure Terror in each furies breast This Cursed Rout this most prodigious band Of Ravenous Tigers that infest this Land Great Charls surpriz'd and dragg'd him to the Barr Where all his deadlyest foes his Judges were Peace is accus'd of Warr Meekness of Pride Mercy of blood and truth by Treason 's try'd Whose Royall soul their Arrogance Contemn'd Till Monstrous guilt pure innocence Condemn'd And sentence past of death hut O! prepare Your hearts of Steel or bid my tongue forbeare CHOR. O no speak on and let thy words redound Such Terror to our souls that may Confound Our vitall Spirits in such sort whereby We may obtaine the benefit to dye PALAE O 't was a Crime past Satans when he fell A fact no age can yeild it's parallel In deep Oblivion Mithridates sleep Nero and Tarquin with Tereus keep A harmless squeaking Cromwell and his Traine Outstrip your Rage and Tyrannyes retaine From hence he 's brought to that most wofull place Glorious of late by his Illustrious face White-hall whence he his Godlike Mandates gave And all the World his bountys did receive There whence his vertue through the earth was fam'd There there those impious hands his Scaffold fram'd There like a Lamb he 's to the Slaughter led There Hells stern brood smote off his Royall head CHOR. Was there no signe no miracle discry'd The Sun was darkened when our Saviour dy'd And could he view this Act so full of Dread And not amaz'd shrink in his frighted Head PALAE 'T was not without a signe which did contract A wonder to attend this monstrous Act Five Angels in the shapes of Fouls appear'd And from the Aire all Cloudy vapours Clear'd These hover'd o're the Fatall place and spread Their blessed wings just o're his Sacred head Eager to catch his Soul before his breath By that Dire stroke had yeilded unto death For one which late above the rest appear'd With greater evidence the same declar'd As if struck dead by these most horrid sights Stoops down and almost on the Scaffold lights Then up retreats and wings againe assumes And to her former height directs her Plumes There stayes a while and hovers in the skyes Then with his Soul they vanisht from our eyes CHOR. No more no more his fall's a greefe so high None can Lament unless a Jeremy Yet dear Palaemon we may justly turn Our greefs from him and for our selves may mourn His Blessed Soul now sits above the spheares And there most happy Tryumphs ore the Stars Whilst we in 's blood to our destruction swim 'T was us they murder'd when they struck at him PALAE Hold Hold forbear your Mourning and no more His wrongs nor your own injuryes deplore See see his Ashes move his Blood revives And there behold where Charles the Second lives Where Phaenix like he rises from his dust And Charles the great proceeds from Charles the just By whose great hand the potent Heaven decrees A just revenge for these dire Butcheryes Mean time my dear Associates come O come Let 's pay our Tribute to his Sacred Toome And Begg from Heaven a charme unto our verse That may for ever Guard his Royall Herse Rebellious Traytors Tremble come not neer Hence with your Sacrilegious feet forbear Touch not our dust we Charge ye but be gone And Rue the Act your Cursed hands have done Nay rather mourn your miserable fate Since no Repentance this can expiate But you whose breasts this horrid act doth move With sad Resentments of a Loyall Love Draw nearer and devoutly spend a teare 'T is Charles the Great the Good the Just lyes here AN ENTERLUDE Upon the sudden Extirpation of our late great Controlers Speakers Philotheus Philolethes Fleetwood Lambert Vane Lenthall Richard late Protector Mutes Berry Hewson Enter Philotheus Philolethes PHILOTH VVHat are our Glorious Plannets set so soon Has Tardy Saturn quite outstript the Moone And made a quicker Revolution farr Then Sol or Luna in our Hemisphere Is this great Fleetwood that great Lambert he These grand Corrivalls in the Soveraignty Is all their power defunct their great Commands dissolv'd and lost PHILOLE Yes see where Fleetwood stands A piteous object PHILOTH Sure it cannot be That Fleetwood sure that sniv'ling Elef's not he PHILOLE But 't is the same PHILOTH Truly if it be so His Excellency's now exceeding low He 's Courting Lenthall and for pardon sues His late absurd Transgressions to excuse PHILOLE But hear him speak FLEETWOOD Great Sir accept I pray The Soveraign power and unbounded sway With all those great Exactions and Commands We lately wrested from your sacred hands Acknowledging our errour and offence Witness these humble teares of Penitence Alas 't is true cheer'd with the late success We found perform'd with so much easiness Crying up Justice and the good old Cause How right we either meant the auncient Laws In time may judg between us PHILOTH Faith 't is true Your fate 's the same when Tyburn claimes his due FLEETWOOD In overturning puny Richards powers We by his fatall fall advanced yours And to your Pristin state did you restore Whence your Protector kick't ye out before Thus we first rais'd then Routed you and I In Imitation of his subtilty Manag'd these great affaires but he alass In greater favour with the Devil was Who him preserved in the Government Untill his soul to his Protection went When as upon the Contrary when I No sooner mounted on the Soveraignty As if my service
past my hopes expectancy shall I An Ideot Censure fools before I dye Where 's the Delinquents Cause them to appear Fleetwood come forth and Lambert stand you there Enter FLEETWOOD Brother your will I yield unto your rule Not as the elder but the greater fool RICHARD You speak too late friend 't is no thanks to yield To our subjection when ye 'r thus compel'd Are these the men me from that power constrain'd Which my late Fathers usurpation gain'd And me condemn'd uncapable of Rule My Father being a Knave and I a fool O horrid impudence dos't not appear That you as well as subtill Oliver Expulst these members from the Parliament Whose loud Remonstrance publisht your assent Speak damned Hypocrites must Oliver The sum of all your curst Transgressions bear Condemn'd for all when you alike as he Were equall Actors in each Tragedy Wading through blood and Tyranny 't is true For which I doubt he 's damn'd and so will you Your guilt 's so evident we shall not need For further proof but sentence may proceed 'T is vain to think that Justice so insenc't Can with your worthless lives be recompens't Besides our mercy some relief shall give To your despairing souls ye all shall live Fleetwood and Lambert 't is to you decreed That you stark naked shall to Rushia speed And there remain in the Muscovian fields Which sometimes cold yet store of Hony yields You lov'd and had so sweet a time before You still shall be with Hony noynted o're And being you here are famous for your Arms Your office there shall be to guard the swarms From Wasps invasion which the Hives assail With the long feather of a Capons Tail And you because your impious name is Vane Shall to the Pigmies and affront the Crane Banisht from hence to Earths remotâ—â—â—â—â—â—nd Your Valour try your hands behind â—â—und Whereby you 'l give us cause t' accompâ—â—â—â—â— wise If in those Conflicts you preserve your eyes Now Berry you so silent all this while Whose dark extract came from a Charcole-pile Shall post to Aetna there constrain'd to lie Where th' hottest showers of flaming Cinders fly Expecting no relief or ere come down From that sad place till Hell shall claim its own But you you Cobling Poliphemus you With that your squint Monoculus shall view These Judgements put in execution And see each tittle be exactly done But least they grumble that we favour you You must perform this Charge stark naked too Which being done we doubt not t' will appear Of all their sufferings you 'l not want a share Our Judgement 's past let this our grand report Be ratify d and so dissolve the Court Flourish exeunt Manent Philotheus Philolethes PHILOTH O dearest Philolethes have not we A Cause to magnifie the Deity These black prodigious Clouds dispers't and gone Confirms our hope to see the rising Sun Advance great Charles thy storms are overblown And smiling Heaven presents thee with a Crown PHILOLE But O my Philotheus when shall we Be blest with that compleat felicity Our souls so long desire next Heaven alone To see him plac't on his bles't Fathers Throne PHILOTH O doubt not Philolethes we shall see A glad reward for all our misery Hells pow'rs depos'd and Heaven's propitious eyes Benignely looke on our Calamities That happy time draws near that will produce A glorious subject for our drooping Muse Then in a lofty strain wee 'le chant and sing And eccho forth our joy a King a King Deo semper ubique Gloria AN ELEGIE Upon the death of that most valorous and gallant Gentleman Capt. Edward Morgan slain near Northwich in Cheshire August 19. 1659. MOst wofull fate had we but onely one Right valiant noble soul and is he gone O 't was t' appease the offended Deities That they chose out this richest sacrifice Whereby they might our errors expiate And make our Adversaries sins compleat Brave happy soul whose spirit did defy Subordination to the Tyranny Of Earth-born Brats and Spawns of Hell who thus Most insolently Lord it over us How did thy rare unerring Judgement see The guilt of their abhorred Treachery Who like to self-condemning Traytors fled Before encounter'd or scarce threatned Then forth most brave Heroick Morgan stood And seal'd our Causes justice with his blood That Hell-belch't flame that wing'd the fatal Lead Which rais'd thy soul and struck thy body dead Hells Instrument encounters and commands A trembling terror in the Traytors hands And so each drop which from thy body fell Condens't and press't a Rebels soul to hell Forbear ye Sonnes of darkness you that boast A happy fate by what our party lost Falsly accusing Heaven to patronize Your horrid Treasons and curst villanies Nor say that God your foul Rebellion owns Because success your damned Actions Crowns No no just Heaven a while its Arm recalls That it may prove the heavier when it falls And thus the Cursed Antichristian Crew Of Mahomet are justly yoak't with you Mean while most blessed Soul our Loyall eyes Shall pay their Tribute to thy Obsequies Lament thy losse and from the glorious Train Of happy Martyrs wish thee back again Forgive the Injury great Saint which we Herein commit gainst thy felicity Where thou remain'st and from her starry Throne Thy milk-white soul on erring men looks down Yet still we wish thee here O sad distress Our losse is great which makes our Crime the less This palliates our presumption and herein Makes even Sacriledge a veniall sin For though that thou mongst those bright Troops dost shine Yet wanting thee our wofull Troops decline And in this sad distraction must abide Thus onely labouring to be satisfy'd That thou endeavouring Charles a Crown to gain Did'st to thy self a glorious Crown attain A Relation of a mad merry Ramble merrily begun and as madly concluded VVHen Pleasant Summer to the colder signes It's flowry Meads and verdant Boughs resignes And Phaebus cast's on us a Feebler Ray Cold Winter entring Cloaths the fields in Gray Such was the Morne when by my Friend call'd on I left the House of Noble a Kinaston And straight to Marbury steer'd our course from thence There to compose 'twixt friends a difference Which hardly ended ere we fudd'led were And for repose return'd to Combermere But think not pray ye Gentlemen that here I l'e in my Journall turn Geographer Nay I beseech ye Sirs forbear t' expect That here I Speed or Camden should Correct Although 't is true I travail'd late the bounds Of a faire Country which it self surrounds In fruitfull foyle and bless't with Auncient fame Till late Rebellion forfeited the same But I must needs averr 't is gain'd agen By diverse Loyall souls that dwell therein Yet be it known 't is not my task to prate How Rivers run or Townes be scytuate Being here refreshed with a moderate Rest Betimes next morning we our selves addrest't Unto a place where we appointed were To meet the Auncient Spurstowes gallant heire