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B01935	The XXXth. of January. Or, An anniversary. Being a poeme dedicated to the Qveene of Great Brittain, at the Lovre: January the 30.th/20.th.	S. C.; Henrietta Maria, Queen, consort of Charles I, King of England, 1609-1669.	1652 (1652)	Wing C125; ESTC R170337	3,226	18

THE XXXth OF JANUARY OR AN ANNIVERSARY BEING A POEME DEDICATED TO THE QVEENE OF GREAT BRITTAIN AT THE LOVRE January the 30 th 20 th Printed at PARIS M. D.C.LII TO THE ROYALL MAJESTIE OF HENRIETTA MARIA Queene of great Brittain France and Jreland c. MADAM JT is now high time that your Princely Eyes should no longer contract redness from teares 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 Royall Stock and Branches CROMWELL suffer it to possesse some Out-skirts and frontiers of your Soule that by the expansion of his incroachments its Spirits may be wasted and layd open for Ruine And your victorious Reason contracting all its forces sweep all such treacherous Invaders from the face of the world and leave nothing of it in Nature but a Memory which may make it sti●k● to all Posterity ●o●cia's Coales are of no further use for d●spai●e all they can bee serviceable in is to create a flame to which the barbarous Rebels must be fuell and the fire may bee a Purifier to the Region of Soveraignty cleering all the Ayre from those two greatest Plagues to Order and Mankind Rebellion and Rigicide God has now ripened them for the Sickle of Revenge it is highly opportune to shake them from the trees of Authority and Rapine whereon they hang and since hanging is naturall for such Gomorrah Apples Tyburne in England is the properest place in the world for such fruits if their rottennesse bee not too violent Eye-sores to the view and of too great a Stench to the Nosethrils of Passengers The 30.th of January shall bee reckoned amongst those Ominous dayes which are fatall to the repose and safetie of Nations which though it antecede heere that in ENGLAND by tenne dayes yet my passion of Revenge and my engagement to follow that Standard of your Heroick Sonne which must carry with it a Restitution of the World to Lawes Libertie Religion Conscience and all Obligations divine and Humane hath made mee make use of the Kalender in FRANCE and present an Anniversary upon the most horrid Murther the Sunne ever view'd not to stirre up your un-exampled Pietie to Teares but to awake your owne Royall and all other Loyall Bosomes to revenge which when it shall breake foorth in its just magnitude and demensions the Rebells will confesse that Our long Silence is like a Calme whose unsuspected tranquillity is followed by nothing lesse dangerous then totally subverting Earthquakes or universally consuming Thunders MADAME The Persian Princes had a constant Monitor to remember them of Greeke affronts and injuries may this Anniversary bee your Remembrancer that all Europe is engaged to your assistance that you have a fate more noble impending then to live in exile or un revenged that you have a Sonne who by his fiery persecutions and Vertues will one day make good in his examples all which is ever related of the most excellent Princes That there is a Nation which with infinite groanes implores its restitution to Monarchy its redemption from Rebellion in which it is fatally captivated and engulphed and which MADAME deserves a Lower ranke amongst those more Majestique concernments let it bee a speaking testimony to the World that J am in Spight of all Revolutions occasioned by Thieves Rebells and Regicid●s Your MAJESTIES and all your Royall Fami●i●● Most humble and never changeable Servant Subject S. C. ALLEGIANCE TO THE MEMORY OF OUR LATE MURTHERED SOVERAIGNE CHARLES THE I. SUch was the Pride of Murther in our loss To dubbe the Scaffold equall to the Cross Since the world's Crucifixe all butcheries The Jury finds Chance-Medley unto this The Primitive and Modern Martyrs all Members of CHARLES his Body Mysticall The universall Bill of Martyrdome In him contracted to a Totall Summe 'T is thought thy Saviour only Priest would dye And leave his Kingly sufferings to thee In Life and Death his Vice-roy as if all His Offices were Hypostaticall How durst they think hee mortall was or say He lesse then Angels were assumed Clay Fool'd Tyrant Wretches who believe him dead Who from Humanitie but vanished Faith being weake a Demonstration's He To loose the Riddle of Theanthrophie To all Religious understanding Eyes Humanitie was but his Late disguise But so much Deity may justly grudge To be condem'd and Barrabas his Iudge When every drop of Bloud hee shed was much Too precious to redeem the Soules of such For had old ADAM spawn'd no better seed Th' Eternall Sonne had never liv'd or dyed If his Posterity had all been such The bloud of Buls and Goates had been too much Lord was it not enough thy selfe to dye But thou must suffer too by Deputie Who his pure Breath a prey to Villaines gave Not worthy to be Sextons to his Grave Shov'ling his Monarchy 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 shal sing I 've slaine Goliah with a Small-Beere Sling And drawne out Royaltie so neere the Lee This Hand must tappe a well hopp'd Anarchie Their Babby Generall is a fine thing Such I have seene in Childrens feastings King Whose bloudy Treasons onely him engage As Obligation sealed under age Now all 's dispatch'd were hee demanded why He must send Post to CROMVVELL for a Lye 'T is time to passe from this infernall host From whom I rise as from the Nethermost And passe as through a Purgatorie flame To a prepared Blisse in CHARLES his Name Whil'st I with trembling and Religious care Doe goe unto my mourning as my Pray'r I doe repent I have prophan'd his Herse And Sacred Ashes with un-hallow'd Verse To whom as one Religious Votarie Three Pilgrim Kingdomes owe their Pietie Though Saint's too mean a Name for him wee know His Vertues Canoniz'd him below In Navigation as the Mariner Steer's not by th' Pole but by the neerest Starre So that devotion erres not from the Text Which hee inspires whose Vertue was the next So farre the same they differ not at all But as the Copie from th' Originall GOD did to him so much his Likenesse deal 'T might seem his second Precept to repeal Whose indisputable Divinity None but this Arrian army dares deny And now to view his Constellation Sadduces yeeld a Resurrection So hee all Heresies seemes to confute Which at his Masters death were in dispute Cloath'd now with Light no Contrary he knowes Except the utter darkness of his Foes What Comets should have ushered his fall Doe waite as Torches at his Funerall Hee so be-dayes the Night th' Astrologer That GOD hath snuff'd the Firmament does swear He appeares not only Starre to every sence But Spheare and hee his owne Intelligence So glorious that this Riddle he begets The Sunne then solely rises when hee sets Whose Guid his saving light is ere they rest Shall over-take the Wise-men of the East Who so his wisdomes just Admirer is Sayes Solomon's was Typicall to his Had they and Shebah's Queen liv'd at one time With what desire would shee have Cuckol'd Him Although his Continence was so divine He it alone embrac'd as Concubine A Vestall might have layne with Him in Bed And rise with her Religious Mayden-head How did hee in St. Michael's Angell-vein Confute those Devils which durst him arraigne If wee the Muster-roll of Virtues call The Name of CHARLES may answer for them all As what wee attribute to God must be It selfe the absolute Divinitie So Reason coupled with moralitie This Definition gets that they were hee Who now for eyther seekes hee being spent Without a Substance lookes for Accident But as the Sunne sets only unto Us And never shines him-selfe lesse glorious Our Sol's eclipse was to improve his Light But smother us in an Aegyptian Night As Earth-quakes doe destroy from Mile to mile And fast foundations Filip Crosse and Pile The Center yet being never stirr'd at all So wee not CHARLES are bruised in his Fall His Execution was his Subject's Paine They lost their King and yet their King doth raigne Not as a Deaths-head Shell or a Grave-Stone Memento's are for Mortals of their owne In this sad Paper every one may see His Epitaph in his owne Elegie Without a Contradiction 't may bee said Though hee did Dye not hee but wee are Dead What dying life is ours that He must dye And wee that doe survive him Putrifie But stay his Urne is warme and at his Name His Ashes start and wake into a flame Through all the Shop of sublunary things Two are immortall Phoenixes and Kings Like Angels each a Species makes alone Yet neyther dyes without Succession Draw draw great Son and let thy thirsty Steele Their Bowels tappe till thy full vengeance reele Ride like a Whirle-wind driving on the floud That Thames may know no full Sea but of bloud Hee that not followes may he drowne i th' Streame Till brave Revenge hath swept the Land so cleane That all thy blasted Enemies wee see Like Sodomes Apples rot upon the tree And Travellers praise thy Executions For Paving Road-wayes with the Rebels Bones FIN