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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02597	King Iames his encomium· Or A poeme, in memorie and commendation of the high and mightie monarch Iames; King of great Britaine. France, and Ireland &c. our late soveraigne, who deceased at Theobalds. vpon Sunday the 27. of March. 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun, of Silvertown-hill	Hamilton, Francis, of Silvertown-hill.	1626 (1626)	STC 12726; ESTC S105969	15,621	34

KING IAMES his Encomium OR A Poeme in memorie and commendation of the High and mightie Monarch IAMES King of great Britaine France and Ireland c. our late Soveraigne who deceased at Theobalds vpon Sunday the 27. of March 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun of Silvertown-hill Rev. Chap. 14. verse 13. Then I heard a voice from Heaven saying vnto mee Write Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence-foorth Yea sayeth the Spirit that they may rest from their labours and their works doe follow them EDINBVRGH Printed by Iohn Wreittoun 1626. TO THE CHRISTIAN READER SON VVHether thy chance or choise makes thee to looke Right reverend Reader on this Poeme penn'd Accept my first essay this litle booke Despise it not nor spare it to amend So shall thou thanks receive and gaine a friend And for thy paines have praise the just reward Of such as vertue favour and befriend The just and good intent Nor misregard One litle Talent being rightly vsed To vertues praise which shall not bring disgrace To the possessour Talents ten abused Makes the abuser loose them and his place One litle Talent with right vse I crave Rather then Talents ten hid vp to have SEVEN CROWNE SON ● THE Heathen Poets wh● 〈…〉 Blinded with bastard 〈…〉 Sung praise in Poems in th● 〈…〉 To such as they alledg'd ma● 〈…〉 Against their foes in field o● 〈…〉 Prosperitie and peace falsly 〈…〉 To Idols vaine and Fortun● 〈…〉 Welfare and honour and th● 〈…〉 As honey Bees let Christia● 〈…〉 The wholesome honey from 〈…〉 Nor wasp-like sucke poyson the● 〈…〉 Benumde with sloath learne their 〈…〉 or Creeds One God wee must adore in perso●●ree Distinguish'd who divided cannot bee SON 2. ONE God wee must adore in persons three Distinguish'd who can never bee divid'd And only he through Christ ador'd must bee Who Heaven and Earth and all therein doth guide Litle availes his gifts where wants his grace His saving grace in Christ our Soules delyte And that 's our ioy that wee shall see his face When hee shall all his foes with Scepter smyte They shall all prove as potters shards when hee Shall with his Word the sword of iustice kill And with his powers rodde shall crushed bee And fry'd in fierie flames for ever still VVho would enjoy Christs face must fight the field ' Gainst sinne and Satan and must never yeeld SON 3. WHo would enjoye Christs face must fight the field ' Gainst Sinne and Satan till their life shall end It s horrible Apostasie to yeeld Great glorie through Christ Iesus to contend Against his foes the foes of our Salvation And persecuting Dragon who was cast From out of Heaven as Iohn by revelation Made knowne to Christians many yeeres since past And beaten backe by Gods most mightie word In Wildernesse Church pinnacle and mountaine Where Christ with his transscindent two edgd sword Beate Satan backe of all our sinnes the fountaine And in the end for ever did confute him And by his death triumphantly refute him SON 4. CHrist in the end for ever did confute him By his owne death and did in triumph rise Ascending to the Heaven with Saints about him For to prepare a place for his and prise Avoyde thou subtle Satan since o'recome But doest thou still assault vntill the end Although thou knowest that Christ defrayed the summe Of Gods Decalogue and doth his Saints defend Which though hee knowes yet strives hee to molest Christs litle ones the apple of his eye And still doth tempt illude delude suggest Sinne vpon sinne yet would seeme friend to bee Behold our Captane Christ shall him confound So much the more in paines of Hell profound SON 5. BEhold our Captaine Christ shall him confound So much the more as he himself advanceth Gainst him and His for at the trumpets sound Whilst Christ in Heaven his holy Saints inhaunceth Hee shall repaye his spightfull plotted treason To the least farthing and the wicked shall Whom hee seduced hath against all reason Grye hilles and mountaines come vpon vs fall Then with that measure which the damn'd hath mette To Christs deare Saints they shall receive the dowble Then shall Hells pitt bee shut and Hells darke nette Shall hold for ay such as Christs Saints did trouble Then yowling mourning woe and lamentation Shall sease on Satan and the Damned nation SON 6. THen yowling mourning woe and lamentation Shall sease on Satan in full strength and measure And on the falling Angells and that Nation Of damned Div'lish reprobates whose treasure Shall bee the fire of Hell which goeth not out And gnawing worme of Conscience never dying Of Gods great wrath the mightie thunder-bolt Shall pierce them through and through from which no flying Go howle and weepe the day doth now approach Wherein the coales of fire which you did heape On your owne heads these sinnes which you did broach Shall make you gnash your teeth lament and weepe Then shall they say are those Christs holy Saintes Whom wee so oft haue vexed with our vaunts SON 7. THen shall they say are those Christs saved Saints Whom we esteem'd the off scowrings of Earth ' Gainst whom so oft wee gloried of our tants Esteeming them not worthy mortall breath Take pittie on your selves yee wicked men And strive yet if yee can to enter in In the right way to Heaven least yee as then Debarred bee for your omissions sinne Let elect Saints in trembling love and feare In faith and true repentance watch and pray Praise God in zeale in wisedome persevere Vntill the end attending on that Day That Day wherein God shall make even our ods And Heathen Poets damne with fained Gods THE EPISTLE DEDICATORIE To all true Christians to my Countrey of Great Britaine my native Soyle of Scotland and to that famous and woorthie Towne of EDINBVRGH And especially to the two magnanimous and worthie Lords IAMES Marquesse of Hamiltoun c. And GEORGE Lord Chancelour of SCOTLAND MAgnanimous Lords with duetifull respects This Pilgrims Poëme FRANCK to you directs Wishing your Lordships daigne to patronize it What FRANCK affoords let favour infranchize it My loyall love though I bee much destressed From praising Vertue should not bee suppressed And how much more in Kings its eminent So much the more to praise it should bee bent Each generous genius Since conjectures past True tacticke practicke teacheth vs at last That IAMES the Iust hath both begunne and ended In mercie peace and grace now much commended And since so oft installed on a Throne His happie Head was honoured with a Crowne Till that nor Crownes nor Kingdomes to him given Could keepe his Soule on Earth now crownd in Heaven Who having left of his owne royall race A royall loyall Prince to fill his place And having him in Christian Schooles vptrained Till hee true vertue and Religion gained So that in tender age hee did surmount All Christian Princes in the best account In Peace and true Religion hath layd downe Three