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The loyal remembrancer: or, A poem dedicated to the queens most Excellent Majesty, and may serve as a remembrance to all posterity.
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Crown, S.
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1660
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Wing C7372A; Thomason E1048_8; ESTC R208121
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The Loyal Remembrancer OR A POEM DEDICATED To the Queens most Excellent Majesty And may serve as a Remembrance to all Posterity Printed at London by R. Wood 1650. But not permitted to be publick till now 1660. To the Royal Majesty OF Henrietta Maria Queen of Great Brittain France and Ireland c. MADAM IT is now high time that your Princely eyes should no longer contract Redness from Tears but a brave fire from revenge that you should deal with your passion as the generous Ormond with that infamous fire-brand of the World that Canker to the Royal tock and Branches Cromwel suffer it to possess some Out-skirts and Frontiers of your Soul that by the expansion of his incroachments its spirits may be wasted and laid open for ruine And your victorious reason contracting all its forces sweep all such Treacher us invaders from the face of the World and leave nothing of it in Nature but a memory which may make it stink to all Posterity Porcia's Coals are of no further use for despair all they can be serviceable in is to create a flame to which the Barbarous rebels must be fuel and the fire may be a purifier to the region of Soveraignty cleering all the air from those two greatest plagues to order and mankind Rebellion and Regicide God has now ripened them for the Sickle of Revenge it is highly opportune to shake them from the Trees of Authority and Rapine whereâ—n they hang And since hanging is natural for such Gomorrah Apples Tyburn in England is the properest place in the World for such Fruits if their rottenness be not too violent Eye sores to the view and of too great a stench to the Nosethrils of Passengers The 30th of January shall be reckoned amongst those Ominous dayes which are fatal to the repose and safety of Nations which though it antecede here that in England by ten dayes yet my passion of Revenge and my engagement to follow that Standard of your Heroick Son which must cary with it a restitution of the World to Laws Liberty Religion Conscience and all other Obligatiâ—ns Divine and Humane hath made me make use of the Kalender in France and present an Anniversary upon the most horrid Murder the Sun ever viewed not to stir up your un exampled piety to tears but to awake your own royal and other loyal Bosomes to revenge which when it shall break forth in its just magnitude and dimensions the Rebells will then confess That Our silence is like a Calm whose unsuspected Tranquility is followed by nothing less dangerous then totally subverting Earth-quakes or universal consuming Thunder Madam The Persian Princes had a constant Moniter to remember them of Greek affronts and injuries may this Anniversary be your Remembrancer that all Europe is engaged to your assistance That you have a Fate more noble imâ—â—nding then to live in Exile or Vn-revenged That you have a SON who by his fiery persecutions and vertues will one day make good in his examples all which is related of the mâ—st excellent Princes That there is a Nation which with infinite groans implores its restitution to Monarchy its redemption from â—ebellion in whiâ—h it is fatally captivated and engulphed and which Madam deseâ—ves a lower rank amongst thâ—se more Majestick concernments 〈◊〉 let it be a speaking testimony to the World that I am in spight of all the revolutions occasioned by Thieves Rebells and Regicâ—des Your Majesties and all your Royal Families most humble and never changeable Servant and Subject S. C. Allegiance to the memory of our late Murthered Soveraign SUch was the Pride of Murther in our loss To dub the Scaffold equal to the Cross Since the Worlds Crucifix all Butcheries The Jury finds Chance-medly unto this The Primitive and Modern Martyrs all Members of Charles his Body mystical The Universal Bill of Martyrdom In him contracted to a total sum 'T is thought thy Saviour onely Priest would dye And leave his Kingly sufferings to thee In life and death his Vice-Roy as if all His Offices were Hypostatical How durst they think he mortal was or say He less then Angels were assumed Clay Fool'd Tyrant Wretches who believe him dead Who from Humanitie but vanished Faith being weak a Demonstration's He To loose the Riddle of Theanthrophie To all religious under standing Eyes Humanitie was but his late Disguise But so much Deity may justly grudge To be condemn'd and Barrabas his Judge When every drop of bloud he shed was much Too precious to redeem the â—ouls of such For had old Adam spawn'd no better seed Th' Eternal Son had never liv'd or dy'd If his Posterity had all been such The Bloud of Bulls and Goats had been too much Lord was it not enough thy self to dye But thou must suffer too by Deputie Who his pure Breath a prey to Villains gave Not worthy to be Sextons to his Grave Shov'ling his Monarchie as if it must Follow like Earth to Earth and Dust to Dust How will the Hoogen Chandlers scorn our fate When Hewson vampes and underlayes the State When Pride in Ale and Dray-man Buffe shall sing â—'ve slain Goliah with a Small-Beer Sling And drawn our Royalty so near the Lee This hand must tappe a well-hop'd Anarchie 'T is time to pass from this infernal host From whom I rise as from the Nethermost And pass as through a Purgatorie flame To a prepared Blisse in Charles his Name Whil'st I with trembling and Religious care Do go unto my mourning as my Pray'r I do repent I have prophan'd his Herse And sacred Ashes with un-hallow'd Verse To whom as one Religious Votarie Three Pilgrim Kingdoms owe their Pietie Though Saint's too mean a Name for him we know His Vertues Canonizâ—d him here below God did to him so much his Likeness deal ' Tmight seem his second Precept to repeal He appears not onely â—tir to every sence But Spheare and â—e his own Intelligence So glorious that this Riddle he begets The Sun then solely rises when he sets Whose Guide his saving light is ere they rest Shall over take the Wise men of the East Who so his wisdoms just Admirer is Says Solomon's was â—ypical to his Had they and Shebahs Queen liv'd at one time With what delight would she have honour'd him For why his Continence was so Divine He it alone embrac'd as Concubine Vestal might have lain with him in bed And rise with her Religious Maiden head How did he in St. Michaels Angel-vein Confute those evils which durst him arraign If we the Master-roll of Virtues call The name of Charles may answer for them all As what we attribute to God must be It self the absolute Divinitie So reason coupled with moralitie This Definition gets that they were he Who now for either seeks he being spent Without a Substance looks for Accident But as the Sun sets onely unto Us And never shines himself less glorious Our Sols eclipse was to improve his Light But smother us in an Egyptian Night As Earth-quakes do destroy from mile to mile And fast Foundations silip Cross and Bile The Center yet being never stirr'd at all So we not Charles are bruised in his Fall His execution was his Subjects Pain They lost their King and yet their King doth raign Not as a Deaths-head shell or a Grave-stone Memento's are for Mortals of their own In this sad Paper every one may see His Epitaph in his own Elegie Without a Contradiction 't may be said Though he did Dye not he but we are Dead What dying life is ours that He must dye And we that do survive him Putrifie But stay his Urne is warm and at his Name His Ashes start and wake into a flame Through all the shop of sublunary things Two are immortal Phoenixes and Kings Like Angels each a Species makes alone Yet neither dies without succession Draw draw great Son and let thy thirsty Steel Their Bowels tappe till thy full Vengeance reel Ride like a Whirle-wind driving on the floud That Thames may know no full Sea but of bloud He that not follows may he drown i' th' Stream Till brave Revenge hath swept the Land so clean That all thy blasted Enemies we see Like Sodomes Apples rot upon the Tree And Travellers praise thy Executions For paving Road-ways with the Rebels Bones Postscript THe Author of this Poem was sometimes a Scholler in Suâ—tons-Hospital and when the Lords came to visit the Master of the School chose this Youth to make an Oration to the Visitors who performed it so well that my Lords Grace of Canterbury intended to prefer him but the World growing wicked was prevented and he left to himself in the worst of times being forced to beg till he was starved and died He was so Loyal to his Prince that he would take no Imployment from the Rebels though it were offered him So put pen to paper and wrote this Elegiack Anniversary as a Monument in time to come of his Loyalty FINIS