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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53889	The exclames of Rhodopæa to the lamentable death of the most noble Marquess of Montrose together with a reflection to his most honourable exequies in the great church of Edinburgh / written formerly, and now published at his honourable interment.	J. M. O.	1661 (1661)	Wing O9B; ESTC R41378	5,113	17

THE EXCLAMES OF RHODOPÆA To the lamentable Death of the most Noble Marquess of MONTROSE Together with a reflection to his most Honourable Exequies in the great Church of EDINBVRGH Writtten formerly and now published at his Honourable Interment Printed in the Year 1661. AS the bringing in of Cromwel after his Victory over our selves into the Castle of Edinburgh and shewing him all our great things looked like the reception of the Ambassadors of Babell in Jerusalem so therein was prefigured his shamelesse Victory over that place which followed And to that purpose then not without mine own pathetic and in this ejaculation I exprest my self Wherefore and because it containeth what was seen in the causes thereof now accomplished and amongst the rest the honour of this day I have made this which had not confidence to look the Sun before in the face my mite Howsoever too familiar for this time and even below what I think my present THE EXCLAMES OF RHODOPE DIapered Rhodope with flowrs and gods Is blasted now blown flow'n from their aboads The mountains Angeline her Roses fall Fair Rhodopaea weeps and most of all The guardian Genius of the Kingdoms at The horror thereof shrinks God just and great Leaves man unto himself Man doth what none Dare speak of now nor ever world saw done Which after age will to th' eternal fame Of him who 's dead and the wide worlds great shame Who kill'd him for the fault for which no man Did ever yet die since the world began That heavenly piece of Empyraeum out Of the supremst of all the heavens cut Inspired with a soul appearing through His more material tralucence with no Lesse then what is above man Great Montrose Who to be loyal before greatnesse chose And when our expeditious horses did Beyond a Subjects common mark proceed And on the borders of Soveragnity Took unto them too wide a liberty He in his circle at his own poast stay'd And what is come to passe out on us cry'd When we what was the good gift of God thought The Covenant within our Kingdom brought And did our walls threatning the clouds divide And gates capaceous to it opened wide Which hath so many armed men let out Whom by our wisdom we did make so stout Who with a high born hand undid the King And did on fire it self set and will bring Our State and Church into confusion and Threatneth with ruine to subdue our Land He when the fatall ropes thereof we drew Exclaim'd no credit to the horse give you But as Divine she who the overthrow Of her own Countrey did to it forshow And was not heeded till all was undone And all the Towers of Troy were overthrown When they would gladly have prevented what They else might done to have preserv'd their State So this great Man in the own causes ey'd Th' event of what we have found true and try'd What reason and what opposition could Do to prevent what he to us foretold And warn'd us of our enemies falshood and The ruine of the King and of the Land By those with whom we were so far combin'd In action one much probable in mind And to the cause did set a brest of Brasse To the prevention of what 's come to passe And when we saw that if we had done so We had far lesse then now we have to do And even were glad the cause to take in hand Which he by word and deed had so maintain'd The abstract and the looking-glasse wherein Antiquities Nobility did shine In maintenance of no Idaea as Others have done and let the substance passe Did by his valour win the Kingdom and Before him did acquiet the whole Land And did the willing Subject in head bring Of just obedience to their native King For all which he had said or done or we By black experience had so found to be Without respect to God or man or King Or what our selves might on our selves thus bring By paving way to others to be trode In a respectlesnesse to Noble Blood To be hang'd for their faults another day When Justice happily again might sway We did condemn him without hearing nor Suffered his innocence in his cause more Or lesse to speak but haled him at length Where after triumph he dyed in full strength And with him many a guiltlesse and poor soul Were partly kill'd and partly put in roll With that black letter which ore they did breath The wholsome air seal'd which they dy'd their death And as when full with all her Stars the Moon At rising of the Sun doth then go down So when the King much like a ●●it Bridegroom Or strong man like to run his race did from His Tabernacle or Chalmber come Montrose And all his Stars did set and mongst all those Drummond and Dalgetie did come in ●eer Like morning ones and last did disappear This was the end of this great Man whose breath His nostrils held content nor with his death Nor with the manner But to let men see By his example what Nobilitie Respect hath to plead for when this strange shaene May turn'd about be to our play again We with the wicked gave him not a grave Nor it allow'd his quartered Corps to have And further did then I my tongue will let Therein imbrued be with the telling it Which was not thy misfortune man great soul'd Which brought thee to what unheard rigour could Commence on wickednesse nor in thee fault Which thee above thy self did so exalt But it was God who did it to his Glory Which will be seen in end of thy deaths story When the avengers of thy blood shall come When there shall not a City be to run For refuge to or for all those who hath Been brought before to an untimely death By such a violence unheard before Sometimes in Battell without Quarter or By Law against the Law which for my part I ever thought me bound to in my heart And swore to have maintain'd And many one Who in the quarrel have their lives laid down The least part of us all from Stuart who Was first to Drummond last which well known two Did close the bedroll ends which did contain So many of us all as have been slain And ' mongst the rest Thou great Duke Hamiltoun Although thy blood did not our streets run down Thy death was e're thou dy'd applaused by A volley of our great'st Artaillery In thy great Armies fatall overthrow Which we undid and Victor made our foe Unto whose triumphes we his Trophees made And in his honour set out all we had Glory and strength and to our strong Holds brought The Enemie who shame and losse had wrought That arch of Traitors who it seconded By doing after of a far worse deed In putting in the Lords Anointed hand Whom we though not sworn ought to have maintaind The world but one eye had and he it quit put out and dim'd both us and him in it No King