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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