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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57191	Great Britains jubile, or, A rural present to His Royall Majesty, my gracious, renowned and admired soveraign, Charles the IJd of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, defender of the faith, &c. in divers panegyricks and poems on several objects, persons, and occasions : relating to his sacred person, and progress / by Lancelot Reynolds, Gent.	Reynolds, Lancelot.	1662 (1662)	Wing R1319; ESTC R12010	34,891	114

your Creator Lose no time of Heav'n to be Pertaker In time of life think on that night of death All that are born are surely born to dy Man lives below may your soul mount on high Wealth nor honour can keep us from grim death Jewels nor gold can much prolong our breath Lord we must all drink of Deaths bitter cup Low brought by sin yet Christ can raise us up In glory bright above the starry sky Amidst the glorious Saints your foul w●●l fly Mongst holy Martyrs to the Trinity Whiles I did live in heart of Oake I fear'd not death nor yet his stroake Laid low by sad event of War Lifting my heart to God above In Jesus Christ my Saviours love Advanced by his King his God Made to escape his Enemies ●od While I did live in sorrow for my king It joy'd my heart when brave Monck ●●d him bring Lare better then never for him to raign Long live king Charles in glory to remain In health and happinesse unto the end And never ●●and in need of earthly friend Mongst Saints and Angels after this life spend On his Sacred Majesty CHARLES STUART King of ENGLAND c. Christ now hath brought you to your fathers throne Heav'n hath his soul to you we make our mone A●rs and armes with him are gon to grave Royalty remains yours his Crown to have Lord after this life bring your soul to bliss Eternal Joy and endless Happiness Saints robes put on of Christ his righteousness Soaring aloft by Meditation Truth to maintain and Reformation Up ready to uphold Gods word A gracious King and Soveraign Lord Right just and good in word and deed Tyrants power by your hand is freed Calamities are past and gone Heav'ns pow'r hath fixt you on your Throne Arts now embrace let Warrs depart Rejoyce in God with all your heart Let Heav'ns King guide you in your wayes Eternally your good God to praise Sanctity you will practice all your dayes Sweet influence dear Lord doth flow from thee Truth Peace Love heroick Clemency Unanimous Providence Gods Decree Again to raise your sacred Majesty Raising You up above your Family To do service for your grand King on high Cares and great Troubles do attend a Crown Heav'ns King protect You put your En'mies down A happy chang we have now liv'd to see Royal king Charles in perfect Majestie Let us lift up our hearts to God on high Ever to blesse praise and perform his will Serve our dread Sov'raign be obedient still Sanity from your blest hand doth proceed The gentle touch of your fair hand doth breed Unto the sick Patient quick cure and ease A happy Cordial for so sad Disease Royal Kings have such vertue in their touch The like no other man can do so much When our happy Parliament did ordain To fetch our blessed Soveraign home again And valiant Montague pointed to bring The Person of our royal gracious King The royal Fleet committed to his hands To wait him home who ruleth divers Lands Grief did then vanish and soon passe away Then did begin our happy Halcion Day On that Mirrour of loyaltie and admired Gentlewoman Mistress Jane Lane His MAJESTIES most faithful humble and obedient Subject Jane gracious your Name doth signifie A good Name doth the Owner dignifie Nature and rich Grace did contend in thee Ever to comfort royal Majestie Loyalty and faithfull love thee did invite A gracious Lane a comfort for to be Nature and Grace did in you take delight Even to live or dye for 's Majestie Jngenious Lane you did your wits awake Add greatest vigour for your Sov'raigns sake No wit nor p●licy you did omit Endeavours of your own proper and fit Lanes numberlesse are in Great Britains Land Amongst them all none did more firmly stand None in fair England better could accord Enter a way to please her sacred Lord Judicious Jane thy wayes were firm and good An honourer still of the Royal blood Nights may seem pleasant for to tell of thee End and begin of 's Blessed Majestie Led on by Angels for to guide thy way Above most Names may Lane bare the sway No Night approach but be a Halcion Day E're for your carrying your Dear Lord away Jn sorrow and in joy I 'le bear my part And love my Sov'raign with my soul and heart No worldly thing shall part my loyal love E're to maintain and still to him approve Laud still that Name that holy Name of God Abide in Vertue shun his ' venging rod None None but Christ did that brave Martyr say Eternity crown you on your last day Jnspire your heart with knowledg and with grace Attend at last to see thy Soveraigns face New shall your Name and actions then be found E're for to praise and make his Praise resound Lament you did for your good Lord and King Adventured your life him safe to bring Nere to the sea his Person to convey Expecting him to rule another day Jane was that blessed name gave me my life And being in the World t' enjoy a Wife Nature and Grace caus'd her my life to save Ere comforted me and kept me from grave Least in my infancy I should perish A Nurse did provide me for to cherish Nature being weak made choice of a Nurce Ev'n me to luckle though to me the worse A blessed Jane did our dear Father feed In a sad time when 't was of greatest need The happy Father of my Native Land Who firm in his faith did for ever stand As he was firm and constant to the Lord And carefull to obey his sacred Word So did the Lord in his due time provide A faithfull valiant Champion him to guide And to conduct unto His Fathers throne Where all sad hearts are heard who make their moan Our wise Solomon doth hear Cause just Do righteous things before he turn to dust God grant him Nestors years yea long to live And many Godly Acts and Lawes to give God make my Sov'raign happy in a Wife Vertuous firtile grand comfort to his life Give him a royal and most faithful Queen As ever was in fair great Britain seen Master JOHN DANVERD for your precious lines Valu'd in part equal to golden Mines I will in praise and honour of you write Which of our Soveraign did such things indite Thou dost recount his dangers that are past Of your royal Master and King at last Which doth now give the Nation great content That d●d in th'acting make him to lament To see at that time his disastrous fate Brought low by fatall war his Princely ●●tate But God in mercy did at last him bring To be our Soveraign Lord and Gracious King John Gracious your name doth import On things divine thy thoughts resort Heav'ns glory thy soul mounts to see Night of Death past in joyes to be Dan one of Jacobs blessed Sons An Angel will thy soul convey Nature subdu'd Grace bears the sway Verd waxing green in vertue bright Eternal Day

Your Majesty is willing to do good What rare Ver ues flow from Kings Royal Blood Heavenly Motions do their mindes incline To move to heavenly Raptures most sublime Before or after your rich stately cheer Your Majesty may hunt the fat brave Deer Walk in sweet Gardens for to take delight View Objects rare for to content your sight Recreate with bowling or other sport To see your Person many will resort Your Gracious Person doth Mens mindes content To see with joy Gods blessed Vicege●ent Mercury doth point before or behind To shew the various changes of the wind And on each side he doth not then omit To point to the place that 's proper and fit For to direct where Boreas blasts do blow And to informe the Standers by to know Nothing in this frail Life is firm and sure God grant us his Grace for e're to endure This Place your Royal Court is fit to feast So divine rich rare sumptuous a Guest Shine forth and show your Rayes of Majesty God blesse your Person and Posterity That shall hereafter I do hope succeed From royal gracious King Charles loyns proceed The Birds do now sweetly melodious sing To welcome hither our most gracious King Henton St. George is a mark of honour That brave Progenitors cast upon her St. George is a high noble mark of Fame Kings and Nobles will preserve that great Name The highest Order of our brave Nation Which other famous Kings keep in fashion The Heavens do smile and the fields look gay For here is now kept high St. George's Day As much as tongue can speak and pen expresse I 'le wish pray for my Soveraigns happinesse I will expresse my love with heart and hand And be for ever at your blest command I will set forth my love with tongue and pen God save my King let all Men say Amen After your Progresses on Earth are past God give you heaven to raign in at last There to be crowned an Eternal King For to praise God and heavenly Anthems sing Accrosticks Upon the Royall and most Illustrious DUKE IAMES STVART His Majesties only Brother JAMES only Brother to our Gracious KING Abundant comforts by your service bring Majectick Actions do your Name advance England of late was in a dismal Trance Sweet Blessings hath by our Sov'raigns good chance Strength of Gods arme his Power you defend The Life of Grace here live unto the end Up at last blest Soul mount to Heavens Glory A HOMER's Pen shall write your blessed Story Relig●on Vertue Valour and true Fame These do in part proclaim your Royall Name In time of Sorrow you did bare your part Again regain'd your Honour by Desert Majestie doth smile on your grand Merit Ended this Life Glory then inherit Sing praises to God by his sacred Spirit Soar up aloft to heav'n by Raptures high Truth still maintain and its pure Dignity Up above the Clouds your Soul soar's aloft Advancing towards Christ your Soul he bought Renown your name brave Duke by your rare deeds 'T is from your Vertuous Actions it proceeds Iames that learned wise and Religious King Admir'd amongst all Nations peace did bring Magnificent Prince that late rul'd this Land Eternal Blessings wrought by his fair hand Still let 's admire him for his grand Command Sir you 're a Royall Branch of that learn'd Sire Truth did maintain with Zeal as hot as fire Unitie Peace and Love he did maintain Amongst his greatest Enemies peace did gain Rare famous Duke may you his Acts embrace Truths Friends cherish Enemies deface On the most Illustrious and Religious Elisabeth DUTCHESSE of YORK Elizabeth Blessed Peace of the Lord Loving ever to obey Gods pure Word In Life and Death God guide you by his Grace Zealous of his glory you shall see his Face Angells at last convey your Soul to bless Bright radiant Glory heavens happiness Even as Glasse doth run and sand passe away The greatest Beauty one day turns to clay Heav'ns happy Harbour will receive your Soul Satiate with Gods presence ne're condole Ther 's nothing that shall trouble you above Up raised 'bove the World by perfect love A mind you have to do those things are good Rich by your Faith in Christ his precious blood There is no fear where this is understood Dukes Kings and Princes one Day all must die Unto their God ascend and mount on high Treasure immortal the good shall enjoy Christ will tree them from this vain worlds annoy Heaven is the happy Place where Saints do dwell Each being content not striving to Excell Sufficient Glory every Saint hath there Singing praises to their Saviour dear Of heavens glory each Saint hath his part Farr transcending the thoughts of humane heart Your blessed Saviour did your Soul Redeem Ordain'd you happy and of high Esteem Raign rare Dutchesse a Queen in that fair Land Kings are joyfull there to bear least command E're guided by the wile Almighties hand On his Excellency George Monck Duke of Albemarle Great Duke God give you length of dayes on earth E're make you happy both in Life and death Our Gracious King you happ'ly dia restore Riches immortal may you have therefore God grant hereafter you may see Gods face Enthron'd by Christ unto a heavenly Place Majestie doth on you most sweetly shine Oh may Gods Providence you safely keep Noon Day and Night whether you wake or sleep Christ and King Charles your Soul and Body love King and Subject your faithfull Love approve George is the Name of fair brave Englands Saint England made happy by your noble hand Our Gracious Soveraign will hear our complaint Religiously rule and govern this Land Great God of Heaven and Earth you ever blesse Ev'n here on earth with heav'nly happinesse Maj'stick Monck Mirrour of this Nation Oh what brave order and stately Fashion Now that our Gracious King doth rule and raign Christ grant him Nestor's years here to remain Kings to exceed yea great King Charlemain God gave you Life and in his full due time Exalted you unto a Place sublime Oh may Gods Blessing still on you descend Remaining to our King a faithfull Friend God hath rewarded you for your great pains Eternal Mansions be your blest Souls gains Geometry cannot measure your great worth Emanent Logicks Science not set forth Or Arithmat●cks usefull Art number Rhetorick cannot more divinely move Gracious Moncks heart his Soveraign for to love Exceeding the kind faithfull Tuttle Dove Musick for sweetness d'ont exceed your voyce Of making so good praise worthy a choyce Not Nature but three Nations for 't rejoyce Christ blesse you and the sacred Trinity● King Charles to bring to 's Royall Dignity Grand famous Warrier maist thou still win fa●● Eternize your great vertues and your Name Oh let all Kingdomes of our joyes pertake Rouze other Nations and their Valour wake Great God of heav●n and Earth our Champion bless Ev'n with all joy Eternall happinesse Great Riches and Honours shall passe away Ended

have your Kings love here on earth King of Kings make you happy in your death May Gods Spirit joy you e're above all Be ready when God for your soul shall call As there are several degrees ' mongst men So in Heav'n Saints Angels and Syraphen As the King hath honoured my dear friend So to his Family let it extend According to his worth let 's praises yield Unto that well deserving Merrefield After all honour when 't shall please your Maker Of heavens joys may you be made partaker Enough you 'l have when Angels shall you bring To glory your blest soul to Christ your King ON HEARING OF THE DEATH Of my dear and admired SOVERAIGN LORD KING CHARLES the First GRief doth afflict and pierce my tender heart That death hath slain my Soverain with his dart Cannibals they were did act the devils part Make brave royal Branches and whole Kingdoms smart Was there no mean to qualifie your ire But that your wrath must burn with hellish fire Oh cursed Monsters to do such athing To murder our Soveraign Lord and King What shall I say 't was sin that did provoke God for to strike us with so sharpe a stroke For to deprive him of his precious breath And snatcht his life away by untimely death Ah curs'd Miscr'ant to lay thy hand on him For to commit so horrid bloody sin Did not thy heart with sorrow then relent And cause thy wicked heart for to repent For so great mischief bloody crying sin That will eternal vengeance after bring Where were thy eys within thy cursed head To strike the fonntain of Life our Soverain dead I wept and bath'd mine eyes in morning tears For death of my dear Soveraign Lord and King It was to qualifie my grief and fears For that sad Act Repentance it will bring Had I not been in my dear brothers house I might been cut by Soldiers smals a mouse Cap. P●●l bu●ge● Cap in K. C●●●l th First his Army liv'd and d●'d ●t Waym●uth They would soon have holpt me from my weeping And brought me to an untimely sleeping God will revenge him on that cursed wretch Who did his murdering hand out-boldy stretch For to cut off our gracious Sov'raigns head The grief thereof did strike me almost dead That Monster that did cut off that sacred head Did strike the Nobles and the kingdom dead Dead in Repute in Misery and in fame Stain to our noble Nation English name The wicked Vipers hasten'd him away Gods holy Angels did his soul conveigh To heav'nly Canaan there to be crown'd King With glorious Saints and Angels Anthemes sing On sight of supposed ANGELS In shape of DUCKS Hovering over King Charles the first when he was beheaded WHy do you talk of Ducks they Angels were Souldiers could not discern them their eyes The bright Angels waited for to conveigh b'ing blear King Charle's soul though's life were made a prey His blood did drown their Consciences full deep Whiles many for our Soveraign Lord did weep The blessed Angels hover d'ore his head And waited on him after he was dead Who did conveigh his blessed soul to bliss To a heav'nly Mansion endless happiness ON Sight of the Death of that HONOURABLE LEARNED Kt. S IR. HEN. HYDE On the fourth of March 1650. RIch rare transcendent Hyde when thou didst die My heart did grieve my eys did weep the sky Was overcast with sable blackness sad For to behold an action was so bad Loyal brave Hyde when thou didst loose thy head My heart with grief and inward sorrow bled The fourth of March was that fatal day That brave Sir Henry Hyde was snatcht away by cruel sudden and untimely death Who in high language spent his vital breath He faithfully serv'd his royal Master His enemies made him of death a Taster It griev'd me for to see his head fall down He fell so low for love unto the Crown I hope brave Hyde did not the Merchants wrong But that it was a lash of a false tongue I could scarce write these lines without weeping eye My eyes did weep when that brave soul did die Though 's body dead his soul shall e're remain With his Lord Christ for ever to reign Henry Rich Lord it doth import E're lov'd the word to it resort No man more loyal to his King Rebellious men did his soul sting Yet 's Prayers did in Gods ears ring Hyde laid down his life for serving his King In loyal manner b'ing a blessed thing Death did not sad him nor his heart dismay Expecting to live with his Lord Christ alway His soul is gone to eternal rest Ended now is his mortal sorrow No piercing cares can him molest Everlasting joyes did him follow Repine not therefore at his bliss If thou live well thy joy shall be like his Hope doth assure me Hyde's soul 's gone to heav'n In this life though of 's life he were bereav'n Death did deprive him here of a few days Enemies sent him to heav'n his God to praise On Sight and Hearing of my HONOURED FRIEND GEORGE FVLFFORD Esq One of His Majesties Justices of the PEACE For the County of DORSCET at Prayers with his Family the tenth of August 1661. BY fervent Prayer thou dost so discry And raise the soul up to Eternity Mount up rich soul with your heart and voice And cause those hear you in their hearts rejoyce God long continue your most happy days To tune your tongue to your Creators praise Inspire your heart with a heavenly flame As long as life continue praise his name Assist you in your Prayers by his spirit After may your soul heav'n inherit Accept my language from a faultring pen Who will reverence you'mongst worthy men May your prayers ascend and pierce the sky And your soul mount up and with Angels fly After you 've done your service parted hence God give your soul in heav'n a recompence When that your days on earth are past away God give your soul a divine alchion day Christs precious blood 's your balm that balms your bless God bring your soul to endless happiness By Christs his merits so rewarded be Make you happy to all Eternity ON MY HONOURED FRIEND GEORGE FVLFFORD Esq at Prayers with his Family c. BY zealous Prayer thou dost soar aloft Fly up by Faith to Christ our souls who bought Dear 't was indeed it cost him his heart blood To save our precious souls and do men good Oh what a various change of divine things Flows from your blest mouth to the King of Kings Your heav'nly tongue doth inchant the ear With ravishing comforts of our Saviour dear What heav'nly language doth from you flow Nectar proceeds from you though here below A constant servant to our Soveraign true With honour you are graced 't is your due Your Graces are divine and eminent Translucent shine rich rare and transcendent Oh my dear friend you do my mind content To admiration divine ravishment Most rare you

the day which you inherit At another time I do hope to see You exercise your Noble Chivalry Mean while kind Gentlemen I do you wish Health and Happinesse and Eternal blisse ON MY WORTHY FRIEND Wil. Bragge Esq ONE Of the Captains belonging to the Honorable Colonel SIR JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet his Regiment WHiles that you liv'd in Accademick Schools It taught you to discern wisemen from fools Learning taught you deep knowledge in the Arts Learning advanc't you unto Noble parts In learnings mine you labour'd to dig deep Advanc'd your Studyes took the lesser sleep May God Almighty you sleeping wakeing keep Brave Education doth good wits Advance Raise to Honour before Death leads his Dance Ah gracious Soul hereafter Inherit Goulden treasures obtain by Christs merit Grand Magazin of Wealth beyond compare Eternal treasures in the Heavens there Witts nimble fancy you can soon peirce Ingenious men you do most dearly love Learnings brave Litrature you do approve Lightnesse of mind though young you ' av laid asside In learnings sweetnesse you do firm abide Ayming at last to satiate your will May God in 's own due time your Ayme fulfill Beames of Eternal light lighten your Soul Raise you above where you may ne're condole An Angel guide you in Divinest things God give you favor of the King of Kings Give you the knowledge that is high Sublime Eternal knowledge that is pure Divine ON Consideration of our own WANTS And my Blessed SAVIOURS All-sufficiency I Am in straights dear Lord and now do find A remedy fit to content my mind My pretious Lord Christ doth supply all things In riches far surpassing Courts of Kings He is the grand Lord full of bright Majesty He 's the learnedst Dr. of Divinity Divines doth teach to bring us unto him He is my head O make of me a limb The Saints account it to be a member Lord make me grow in grace and Glorious splender What can I wish that thou wilt then withhold The choisest Jewels passing purest gold Thou art my best Treasure my gold my all In thee I live I move and ever shall Thou art my life Oh whither can I go Out of the way from thee is but to woe If life I wish death surely I shall find Death hell and sin against me doth combind Open the gate that leadeth unto bliss On let him bless me that Immortal is He is that light ye that bright glorious Sun Who will make an end as he hath begun He is that pretious vine that bore that grape Who quench'd the hea● of sin and lustfull rape He is the light of truth that glorious Sun Oh without him the world had been undone He is the way that leadeth unto life Out of that way it leadeth to all strife The wide broad way that leadeth unto hell Where damned souls and devils there doth dwel If ever thou dost mean happy to be Take care to serve the sacred Trinity The Father Son blest sprite the Holy Ghost Will keep all Blessed souls from being lost Christ is that Shepheard that doth keep his sheep He is a watchman when his soundly sleep He is our Physition when we are sick He comforts us against sins mortal prick He is that God that wonders great hath wrought He is our dearest friend our souls hath bought He is the word that teacheth us to live He is the Lord that doth all comforts give He is that fair polish'd and corner stone He is our God to whom we make our mone He is our Saviour and salvation Who sav'd our poor souls from D●mnation He is that Bread of life man to preserve Give me thy merits not what I deserve He is the Lyon of fair Judahs tribe He sent his spirit with us to abide He is that safe and pretious way of Life That comforts all persons both Man and Wife I look unto the way that leads to Blisse I look unto the truth fair truth it is I look unto the life that life doth give I look to dye and in him for to live He is that bright and Heavenly day Starre That guided the wise learned men from far He is the subject of our sacred story He is the Door that enters unto glory If then so many comforts he doth bring Let us be thankfull to our Heavenly King I will now then conclude my mortal Storie Praying my Soveraign may be a Starre of Glory ACCROSTICKS ON That Rare and Exquisite Artist GEORGE WHARTON Esq GRand famous Wharton thou do'st write sublime End and begin of maters most Divine On nature of the Starres thou mountest high Rules perfect in that Art thou canst discry God ad a Blessing to thy Heav'nly Art E're happy be for what thou do'st impart Wisdome and Art thou do'st reveal to men High heav'nly Mist'ries by thy learned pen Arts hidden and Occult thou do'st set forth Rarly expressing your most Noble worth Things pleasant and delightfull thou do'st write On various things which doth mens minds delight Not fit to lye hidden but see the light Golden Artist thy Art and learned skil E're will I love and thy stately quil Of Planets high and lofty thou caust tell Range the Heavens and know where they do dwel God give you knowledg 'bove all earthly things E're for to live with that great King ●f Kings Whiles learned Wharton doth Communicate Heav'ns stately fabrick and Comensurate Astronomies learned Art to unfold Rich and rare truths unto the world hath told Treasures transcendent maist thou discover On famous Arts of Arts thou' rt a lover Now learned Wharton the best rules recover Glory after Death may your Soul obtain Eternal happinesse be your best gain Oh maist thou after death ascend on high Raised up unto that Heav'nly Majesty God grant hereafter thou maist see his face Enthron'd by Christ into a Heav'nly place Wher 's nothing wanting for the souls content Heav'n fills it up with divine ravishment After all travels past ascend at last Raptures to feed on divine rare repast Things that transcend mans eye and mortal ear On Sion hill the like doth not appear None can Thee satiate but thy Saviour dear ON My Worthy and Learned friend Mr. ROBERT GOMERSALL Batchelor in DIVINITY Late Deceased THy Learning Language and Rare Noble parts Thy truth Piety and deserving Arts. What is in Man thy Braine could comprehend Ever Real and faithfull to thy friend Renown'd Gomersall Thy name shall e're live I will due praises to your Mem'ry give Thou Build'st a Monument to dure as long As brave great Brytaine shall not want a Tongue For to express thy worth and Noble Fame Still to Preserve thy worthy Learned Name Thy Rich Doctrine was High and did transcend Taught Mortal man how God might be his friend Rais'd high the heart and mind did Elevate On Divine things for to contemplate Glory of the Age thou did'st live in Brought Presents Rare from our Heav'nly King These few lynes are thy Brave fame to Revive Thy Books will keep the Memory alive What shall I say As long as sand will Run Thy Hower Glass of Fame shall ne're be Done The AUTHORS Conclusion Dear Countrymen EXcuse my Lines though they are written plain Cast not on them your Envy or disdain If that my Sov'raign Lord you do love well You l like my Lines for 's sake who doth excel He 's a gracious King in mercy doth abound The like I know not where is to be found He 's humble patient Gentle to command And best deserves to r●le this famous Land He doth abound in meekness and in grace God make me happy to see 's blessed face In Thirty Eight I kist his Royal Hand By means of 's Servant Monsieur le Grand In Moneth of June his blest Hand I did kiss All Health and Hapinesse I do him wish And pray that he may long and happy raign And after Death in Heaven er'e remain Let Angels then conveigh his Soul to bless From Earth to Heaven's Eternal Happinesse FINIS