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Flosculum poeticum poems divine and humane : panegyrical, satyrical, ironical / by P. K.
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Ker, Patrick, fl. 1691.
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is Power and who may say unto him what dost thou Chap. 10. Vers 20. Curse not the King no not in thy Thought c. Job 34.18 Is it fit to say to a King thou art Wicked and to Princes ye are Vngodly BEtray'd by Tumults to a Bloody War And now Arreign'd at black Rebellion's Bar Where Lawless Law-pretending Traytors plead Religiously both for my Crown and Head Yet they to me the Priviledge deny To speak one Word my self to justify Is England's King become a home-born Slave Both Life and Liberty to Beg and Crave From those Blood-sucking Rebels who proceeds From open Traytors unto Regicides Is this the fate of Kings what then must be The just revenge of those who murther me If Reason Law Religion this allow To me their King what dare injustice do To these few Loyal Subjects who have stood With me in Tumults to the Knees in Blood Unhappy Nation thrice that dost not know This Visitation day and dismal blow Yet in my rigid Fate I 'll Kiss the Rod Submitting all in Patience to my God Without who 's Providence there is not found A Lark or Sparrow falling to the ground Then since all beings bow at thy Command Take Head and Heart and Crown into thine Hand Since thou my Friends removed hast from me My Counsellor Lord and my Safe-guard be If thou thy Power and Presence me bequeath I shall be more than Conqueror in death Though Faith be flown and Truth hath taken wings Let me prove Faithful to the KING of KINGS A Reflection on the Arreigument OF King Charles the First HEre lyes Treason in a Trap Rebellion did commit a rape On Loyalty and Traytours bring The Brat of Treason to the King To Father the Hop-gobling Elf Of Treachery against Himself Then Sophister you plainly lie Quae malum cannot appeti But it is true as it is said A Crown is of a Cob-web made In memoriam Caroli primi docollati Regis Magnae Brittanniae Franciae et Hiberniae c. CAROLUS REX anagramma Cras cro Lux. Ut CeCIDIt CaroLUs CasU praeCIsUs atroCI Cras LUX In CoeL ois ClarIor InqUIt ero Englished thus When Charles did fall And brake us all Struck through with fatal Sorrow He said I see That I shall be A Star in Heaven to morrow An Elegy On the Murther and Martyrdome of CHARLES the First King of Great Brittain c. 'T Is said late times and Ages could but bring Two names of good Kings graven in a Ring-three But CHARLES the Great and Good augments them And leaves the World a new TRIUMVIRI A Black Swan sure a KING that did excel All Learned Subjects under him did dwell In his Dominions what could be the cause ' Gainst Wisdom Knowledge Reason Natur 's Laws Great Brittain slew it self and Murthered It's greatest Honour and cut off it's Head Religion kill'd the CHURCH and LAW did fall And LOYALTY did tax the Crown for all Great Brittain's Blush rigidity of Fate Revenge without the meanest cause of hate A Pious King and Master of such Reason And Murthered Martyr guilty of High Treason ' Gainst whom I cannot tell in Love or Hate Nor no Man else but say it was his Fate What Contradictions and Enigmaes lye Within the Riddle of this Cruelty But by past Ages tell me if ye saw KINGS clear'd by Justice and condemn'd by Law What Law Rebellion only that dare bring Objections in against a Lawful KING But ther 's no need in such Self-murdering Treason To knock down Comradictions by sound Reason On the same HEre lyes Ashes pure and just More pretious than the Guiny-dust Our CHARLES that was both Good and Great Whom Envy murder'd in despite Cause his Perfections did appeal The World to show his Parallel The cruel Draco ne'r did bring A Law to Murther any KING But here s a Madness made of Must Which Rebels only own as Just In Brittain Great he once did Reign Both King and States-Man and Divine But here his great Crime only stood He was o'rballenc'd with too good But dying Martyr now we see Non ultra in Humanitie Then Traytour tell me if you can Though two parts Pruit and third part Man Was ever such a passage seen Since Pilate pester'd Palesteen On the same COuld Ashes speak or Dust prove Eloquent Dead Bones would cry and Martyrs wou'd lament This dismal Darkness which did blind our Eyes Which Law conceals and History denies This doleful Tragedy may let us see That God's Perntissive sometimes in decree That Men may know that he can bring to pass Wisely his work from Satan's Wickedness E'en so he from this Super-Treason brings True Loyalty to all succeeding Kings This Bloody Brutish blow may well detect What Treason is and break Rebellion's Neck For though 't is mask'd up in a smiling dress This turns it up and showes it's Nakedness A Babel's Brat Engraven with disgrace A Regicide with a Religious face Here 's REPUGNANTIA real or at least Hirco-Cervus or such another beast A show of Law which such sine tricks contains Can cut off Kings and break the hearts of Queens Great Brittain's MONARCH speechless here doth lye But cryes aloud the Nation 's Treachery His very Name foretold his future state By Anagram Cras ero Lux by Fare Which Divine Providence to him foretold The day before he Suffer'd to uphold Him in his Death though some ambitious Men Usurp the Glory to their pedling Pen. His Kingdom was his Cross which now doth burn And melts all Loyal hearts to Sigh and Mourn He famous was in Life and Death yet I Could wish his Life to live his Death to die CHARLES STUART Anagram THUS A CLEAR STAR did only set not die Parenthisiz'd not ended Monarchy King CHARLES the Second in the Oak PRetending Salus Populi To be Suprema LEX Here CAROLUS was forc'd to fly When Murdered was REX Arbor honoretur Cujus nos Umbra tuetur Heb. 5.8 Although he was the Son yet did he learn Patience by Suffering BEhold and See Upon this Tree The tastless Fruit of Treason Whereby we know That here below Is little Truth or Reason There 's nothing sure That doth endure By Fate or Chance choose either Here sits upon This Wooden Throne Both KING and PRINCE yet neither Loe every Bough That here doth grow Make hast they know not whether And envelop Upon his Top To Crown him altogether Each Leaf I 'll name A Diadem O Cruel English Nation These trifles be More true than thee Loe here 's a Demonstration Then Brittain Great This Emblem write And grave it on thy Nature That henceforth thou May still prove true And never play the Traytour On the Return of CHARLES the Second King of Great Brittain France and Ireland c. Psal 126.1 When the Lord turned again the Captivity of Zion we were like them that Dream WHen I cast up our by past Miscries And set our Floods of Blood before mine eyes And then behold our
roar The God of Truth had muzzl'd him before Then charitable Reader write me down A Christian cros'd doth wear an endless Crown On the Memory of a Married Maid WIthin this Coffin here doth lye A Pattern of pure Chastity A Non such-sight as it is said A Wife a Widow and a Maid Whose Modesty did her restrain A Marrie'd-Virgin to remain Who willingly not by constraint Was pleas'd to live by Complement Her Youth and Beauty stil did plead Divorcement from her Maiden-head Yet Chastity did gain the cause The civil beat down Natur 's Laws I could speak more here to her praise And force beholders all to gaze But that I think her Ashes cry Hold Gentle Muse for Modesty On the death of a hopeful young Boy WIthin this little Box doth ly Ripe wisdome yet in Infancy Like Homer's Iliads in a Nut Full four score and ten here are shut In single five a Childe whose years Are written down in Characters Then Reader gaze not but behold This young old Childe as Esay told AN EPITAPH On the Brother of Heliogabolus WIthin this Tombe lyes one I can Scarce nominate a Brute or Man But yet the veritatem loqui He borrow'd partem ab atroque His Definition was a Stipes Or animal implume bipes He spent his time here in a mist A Papist yet no Atheist He liv'd by robries and oppression Whereof at Death he made Confession His fame still cry'd he liveth ill And now he 's dead against his will REGICIDA Or AN EPITAPH On the first Death and second Burial of the great Traytour and Usurper OLIVER CROMWELL ANAGRAM O Vile Cruell Worm COme Tribe of Judas and condole The rotten Ruins of old Nol. That 's frighted up without a Soul Great Britan's Butcher here doth ly Who did up from a Dung-hill fly In Treason to pro notion's sky Whence for Eclipsing Sun and Moon And aiming at a Royal Crown The King of Kings did hurle him down He was insatiate in desire And all his life time did aspire And now when dead he 's jump't up higher He cut the Church quite off at knees And set on Fire both Land and Seas And Father'd all on Gods decrees He was sworn Enemy to good A Canibal of Babels brood Did eat Men's Flesh and suck their blood In life he plagu'd us with Protection And now when dead makes Insurrection And Threatens the World with Infection The curse of Kings of Queens the bane Who did the Vniverse so stain That Earth hath spu'd him up again Then pray Historians mention not The kiss of this Iscariot But let his Memory quite rot Then Traitours tremble and give o'r To Plot your projects any more Lest that you split on treason's shore Although your Stubborn Hearts be stout In villanies yet out of doubt The King of Kings will finde you out ON DEATH Mors ultima linia rerum DEath is lif 's exit and the Porch whereby All men doe enter long Aeternity Upon the left the half-gat's open wide On right the Wicket's only lay'd aside Then stoope down low when young boldly wenter For truckling thou mayst fall before thou enter By all espoused it is still confest That the first proffer's commonly the best There are no Suiters for thy Soul but one And thou may'st dye a Foole when he 's once gone Ther 's no contentment in our Worldly joyes They puff to pride which but the Soul destroyes Then wast not time for thy time is not long Lest Death prevent thy lovely Marriage-Song He 's blest who Sings back from Mount-Zion high Death wher 's thy Sting Grave wher 's thy Victory A POEM On The STATUE ROYAL Erected in the Center of the EXCHANGE of LONDON TEll me no more how Memnon's Statue stood Which but by hear-say sounded forth aloud Nor of that Golden Artificial Head Which prattl'd Nonsense by Albertus made Nor of that fluttering Dove that flew amain To welcome Julius and rerurn'd again These are but Fopp'ries here 's a Demonstration Which to a greater Caesar hath Relation A stately Statue elivate on high T' immortalize our CHARLES his Memory This is a Merchant's Mite which doth but show What Faithful Summe this City doth him owe. Then Loyal London keep before thine eye This as the Center of thy Gravity That frowning Tempests from the Royal Skie May neither beat nor break thy Loyalty From him this represents but still endure Like Marble and like Alablaster pure Unspotted that all Forreigners may see This Chirogliphick of Fidelitie FINIS THE Description of a LIE AND The Character of a LIAR A LIE is of an antient Extract and deduceth its Pedegree from the Old Serpent It was the first seed of Apostacy which out of Malice and Envy the Wicked One did sow in the Garden of Eden to choak the lovely Flower of Innocence and blast the Blossoms of the Tree of Life It is the Root of all Evil and the Father of Vnbelief the Corruption of Nature the Overthrow of Grace the Ruin of the World and breeder of Enmity 'twixt God and Man There is no Sin more opposite to the Nature of God for Truth being his Essential Prerogative Royal he can no more endure a Lie than Ice can endure heat In the whole Scriptures I read not of one gracious Promise to a Resolute Liar Yea it is said Isa 63.8 Surely they are my People Childring that will not Lie So he was their Saviour And when in Rev. 21.8 a Climax or Series of Wicked Sinners are reckoned up Liars are plac'd in the highest rank and degree and have a more absolute Sentence then all their followers For it is said And ALL LIARS shall have their part in the Lake which burneth c. And as it was the first of Sins so it is the last that is spoke against For it is said in the same Chap. Vers 27. That in no wise any thing that defileth nor worketh Abomination or maketh a LIE shall enter the New Jerusalem The Devil was a Liar from the Beginning the first of all Sinners that had his being from God but his being such of himself For after his Lying and saying that which was void of Truth and casting the aspersion of untrue on God himself Gen. 3.4 The Lord took from him his Mercy Glory and Goodness and then as by taking away Light Darkness cometh from an Angel of Light he became a Devil of Darkness Thus being but a Privation neither Created Made nor brought forth he is termed a God God of the World of Apostates and Lord over all the Children of Pride The Sorceries of the Son of Perdition are termed lying wonders and the greatest stumbling-block which is cast in the way of Self-conceited Stiff-necked Unbelievers is Delusion to seduce them to believe a Lie Thess 2.11 An Antidote may be provided against all Sins but this none can oppose If the Tongue as the Apostle James saith be set on the fire of Hell sure Lies must be the sparkes which fly from thence