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 wâ—â—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 â—od While I did live in sorrow for my king It joy'd my heart when brave Monck â—â—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 â—â—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 Aâ—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 pâ—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 dâ—d in th'acting make him to lament To see at that time his disastrous fate Brought low by fatall war his Princely â—â—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
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. Pâ—â—l buâ—geâ— Cap in K. Câ—â—â—l th First his Army liv'd and dâ—'d â—t Waymâ—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
thou wert ordain'd to dye Raise up your heart to 's heav'nly Majesty Y In height of bless up with bright Angels fly Joy after sorrow you enjoy at last Oh render thanks now griefs are over past Heav'n made you happy by a gracious King N New praises to your Maker daily sing Christ at last give your soul eternal gain Labour being past and all Earthly pain Oh Lord make you happy in life and death Be careful in spending your vital breath Ever in praise and honour of Gods name Raised by Christ to place of happiness Ynvested be in 's Robes of Righ eousness ON THE HONOURABLE COLONEL AND MY EVER HONOURED FRIEND S IR JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet c. RIght noble Knight I do admire your wit In acting of high matters proper fit Your Love was ever constant to the Crown Which hath purchas'd you great and high renown Your Name shall ever flourish and wax green And ' mongst the Worthies of this age be seen Your Wisdom solid is moves in due place It advanceth your name and noble race (*) Of Knights and Baronets Who can in England exceed Drakes great Name His worthy Ancestors of noble Fame Thou didst out-strip the Kings En'mies Please him still And to his Laws obedient and to his will His presence did revive your loyal heart His absence did increase your greater smart The Crommelites from him could get no Bayes It was to the King he did owe his praise He would not yield to any Tyrant great In his actions he walk'd upright compleat Oh what a high and lofty brain he had Not to buckle with Ruler was so bad Who durst to sit in 's Royal Soverains Throne Which did belong to our King Charles alone He could not therefore love him in his heart For shooting at King Charles his mortal dart He was the man King Charles his blood did shed He was accursed both alive and dead For â—ntting off King Charles's sacred head Oh how he did suck that most precious blood Who to three Nations would have done much good Drake's fit to be Counselor to a King He ever ready was comforts to bring His Wit 's profound his Genius mounts up high He serves his royal Master faithfully I must conclude Gods Spirit did you guide That in your acting did not walk aside AN ELEGIE ON THE Death of that most Excellent Religious and unparralel'd Queen of BOHEMIA Only Daughter to JAMES KING OF GREAT BRITAIN SISTER TO CHARLES THE FIRST AND WIFE to the most Illustrious ELECTOR FREDERICK KING OF BOHEMIA A Brave stately Cedar's faln in this land There 's no withstanding of th' Almighties hand Ah cruel death why didst thou now appear To rob us of a Jewel rich and rare The Mirrour of this Isse is now deceast Her death hath many Mourners now increast My gracious King and Nobles they do mourn And faithful servants o're her sacred Urn They mourn in heart with black Cloaks to the ground For such a Queen on earth 's scarse to be found This vertuous Queen of fair Bohemian land who in the true faith did most firmly stand Of all the famous Nations far and near Her like and parralel doth not appear She was extracted from a Royal stock Death came too soon and at her door did knock James that great King of Peace and learned skill Death would not spare for all his learned quill Nor yet his vertuous daughter shining bright But must away with him in sable night Great Queen of Sheba not more vertuous rare Then this great Queen within our Hemisphear When death doth summon we must all away From Princely furniture to beds of clay Before Queen Anne that famous Queen she dy'd There was before a glorious star espy'd 'T was of wonder and admiration 'T is sad to yield account of its station Many sad things it did portend i'th'end Which God Almighty then did quickly send Great Wars and Blood-shed then did after come Which rang'd o're many parts of Christendome But Germany did feel the stroke most great A heavy Famine little for to eat King James that learned and renowned King Which to this Kingdom did great Blessings bring Of Peace and Happiness to this Nation Both Penty Riches and stately fashion God hath Crown'd our Nation with great content A gracious King and blessed Parliament King James did write of that strange blazing star Seen before Queens Anns death that Princess rare 'T was to invite this Guest God sent this star Whose friends and nearest kin good Princess are Who though they run the race of men and dye Death serves but to refine their Majesty So did my Queen from hence her Court remove And put on death to be enthron'd above Then she 's not dead but sleeps no good Prince dyes But like the Days-Sun only sets to rise Since her sad death a bright star did appear I hope our Royal Queen will soon land here And will arrive at this famous City With noble Lords sweet Ladies and pretty Cleopatria not equal to thee Though fil'd with riches perfect Majesty Attended with a sumptuous stately Train Yet was at last by poysonous Asp there slain This blessed Queen was by death summon'd hence Rais'd up to Heav'n to receive recompence The blessed Angels did her soul convay Freed from all Troubles and the worlds annoy At last to enter her grand Masters joy Her many choice vertues for to recount Would up into afair Great volumn mount I want a Homer or a Mayhews pen Her worth and vertues to declare to men Her faith and patience was of that brave fame Which shall preserve her great and famous name Some famous Poet shall adorn your Herse And make you live by his immortal verse Du Bartus heav'nly Poets fit to write Of your rare Vertues which did shine most bright Beams of Eternal light lighten your soul Rich rare transcendent without mans controle I wish your soul high perfect happiness Amongst blest Saints with everlasting bless Transcendant hrppiness I hope you find None but Jesus Christ fil'd your heart and mind None but Anne and Elizabeth like to thee In radiant vertues and high Majesty Most blessed Queen you did prepare for death Advanc'd towards heav'n part with vital breath Nature most kind and grace you did set forth Ever to shew your vertuâ—s and great worth Bright shining vertues did your soul adorn Robes of Christs righteousness you have put on In and by Jesus Christ most happy be Ascend with Angels to the Trinity No earthly thing doth satiate the heart The holy Spirit doth all grace impart Grâ—nd vertuous Queen your ways were firm and good Advanc'd by Christ your Saviours precious blood Night of death came thou didst go to be 's bride Ere to sit down by Christ your Saviours side Bounty and Gods free love to you blest Saint Rais'd you up God heard your just complaint In full ripe years you were now cal'd away Advanc'd by Christ with your blest Bridegroom stay Christ
Nation good The Nobles then did performe their Duty And â—omage to their Gracious Soveraign Lord. They put their hands unto the Royal Crown And venture Life and state for his Renown The Reverend Bishops preach to him Gods Word Which he most ready is for to obey God keep his Person safe both Night and Day They present themselves at his Royall Feet His Sacred Person did them kindly greet And most lovingly did kiss their Right Cheek In gallant manner and â—n order meek A Ring 's put on as wedded to a Wife Great God of Heaven preserve him all his life Our King 's anointed with most precious Oyl May he his Enemies overcome and quail Then was the Crown put on his sacred head Let Angels guide him till his soul be fled And afterwards convey his Soul to blisse To Glory and Eternall happinesse Great Acclamations made God save the King The Trumpets sounded and with Ecchoes ring Let Bonfires blaze and Bells out loud now ring To show our Love unto our Graciouâ— King The Great and Glorious God assist my Pen To write of my Soveraign the best of Men That Rules and Raigns in Fair Great Britans Isle Let 's praise the Lord that he doth on us smile The King of Kings give Power for to write On him in home he taketh great delight No Angel will forbid quills from his wing To write in praise of my renowned Ring Some blessed holy precious Angel bright Give me a Quill from his rare Wing to write What I do for my Dear Soveraigns sake My drow sie Muse O Lord do thou awake My mind will be content my heart at ease If some fow Lines may my Dear Soveraign please This royal Solemnity being past They did return in order all at last It was a stately Sight there for to see The Nobles passe in Rank in their Degree But b'ing * 115 miles far distant cannot now relate The manner how they rode or walkt in state It was my happinesse for to see King Charles the first crowned for to be In the same manner I do apprehend Thu was perform'd and so do draw to'n end Wishing praying my Soveraign long may live More worthy Lawes unto his Subjects give Lord give my Soveraign a Vertuous Queen As ever was in fair Great Britain seen Grant him a happy Issue prosperous Raign Long here on Earth with Saints for to remain After this Mortal Crown shall passe away Give an immortall Crown ne're to decay In the higheâ—t heav'ns where the Saints excell In that blest Place may his Soul ever dwell On His most Excellent MAJESTY King Charles the Second His exspected coming to the Honourable Colonel FRANCIS WINDHAM his House at Trent WElcome Dear Soveraign welcome to Trent May it yield your Highness all sweet content Even to Admiration Astonishment At difference of the times You live to see How sad you were now joyfull may you be Let all true Subjects yeild to God the praise That did prolong Your Life with happy Dayes Behold the Place once you were in sorrow Some time to rest your felf you did borrow Your sacred Majesty made choyce then to rest With one of your faithfull Subjects lov'd you best Mr. Francis Windham of a happy Name May he e're live in honour and in Fame His heart and house reaâ—y to entertain So Gracious a Guest with him to remain A Guest above all others did excell Who wisht with you for ever for to dwell The times then were wilde dangerous and wood Windham adveutu'rd's Life to do you good Francis Free his Name doth signifie Receiving you his Name did dignifie Behold the Place that sheltred my Dear Lord Who alwayes trusted in Gods holy Word Which his Faithfull Servant did him afford In time of need and horrid Danger deep When many for your Person then did weep Your Grace kept waking whiles that they did sleep Let 's praise God who did your Soul deliver From cruel Men and bloody Oliver Your Gracious heart was sad when you pass'd by And saw an Object of Englands Tragedy Brave Noble Learned Digby's Famous Seat A Place of strength and beauty most compleat I should but Eclipse his great noble worth Weakly and lame t' expresse it and set forth There is a Famous River called Trent Where thirty Rivers are into it sent These several Rivers fall into her Flood And thirty sorts of Fish to do men good More various are the Favours of my King Innumerable Comforts they do bring From the greatest Subject unto the least Happy is he that hath so Rare a Guest No thing is wanting that may set forth Some part of Lustre of the Owners worth A Windham brave vert'ous wise did you cherish This Windham kept you that you might not perish The King of heaven highly him reward That of my Soveraign had such due regard I ne're was in the House of this brave Wight And therefore know not fully how to write Pardon dear Prince my weaknesse and accept A Mite instead of Pounds for my great Debt During my Life I will Sir dayly pray God preserve my Soveraign both Night and Day When Crowns and honours shall be laid in Dust May Your Soule live in Happinesse ' mongst the Just When Death shall put a Period to your Daies God crown your soule with wreaths of heav'nly baies On his most excellent Majesty King CHARLESH his expâ—â—ted coming to the Right honourable JOHN 〈…〉 his House at Henton S. George WElcome dread Soveraign welcome to this Place Unto a Noble Lord who loves your Grace Your Royal Father here took great Delight Pleasing his Sâ—nces and his Eye most bright Nought is here wanting that may give content Even to admiration Ravishment For wholesome Dwelling and sweet healthy Aire Few Places in the County can compare A neat compacted House in brave order Rich Pictures Hangings and stately Border Land skips and Maps for to delight the sence With many other things of Excellence Rich Curtains and sumptuous Tapestry Rare and soft Beds of Down whereon to lye Walks Water works Gardens Parks Oh brave Seat Where 's nothing wanting to make it compleat With other sumptuous stately costly things Fit well-becomeing the high state of Kings Nothing is wanting here that may set forth Some part of lustre of the Owners worth Wellcome Emperial Monarch I do say Where You do come you 'l make a Halcyon Day Shine forth bright Sol unto my Soveraign dear And show thy self now that he doth appear Within this pleasant kind of Paradice God blesse your Councellors that give advice Part of that Noble Order that attend The dew of heaven still on them descend And all the rest that do my King follow Let time and death all your Enemies swallow Let glorious Planets all then now rejoyce And we your Subjects for to hear your voice And see your sacred Person at this time Extend your Vertues 'bove a Grand Divine And eke blest Physician for to cure The Kings Evil which many do endure
this life enjoy a glorious Day Oh that my Dull Muse could fully expresse Rich rare transcendent future happinesse God hath in heavâ—n I hope laid up for thee E're blessed Mansion to Eternitie Mount up alost you shall to Saints above On Angells wings your blessed Soul shall fly Neere to our Saviour mounting up on high Convey'd by Angels to a place sublime Kings Saints and Martyrs there may your soul shine On the most Reverend FATHER in GOD William Juxon Arch bishop of Ganterbury His Grace Willing ever to serve your Soveraign Lord Industrious to advance Gods sacred Word Laud still the Lord that did our Soveraign bring In his due time unto his Fathers Throne Advance the Name of Jah of God alone May you shine bright like a Transcendent one Jesus the grand true Bishop of your Soul Up hath rais'd you by your Soveraign dear Xalted on high in our Hemisphear On your Royal Master you did fix your love None higher then your self did he approve When he was to suffer that fatal stroake It made your heart to bleed yea heart of Oake Lamenting sore for your Soveraigns death Like to have cost you your dear vitall breath In Jesus Christ you did put all your trust Angells still guide you till you turn to dust Mongst Saints and Angells shine among the Just Jn Troublous Times at last you liv'd to see Unto your joy his sacred Majesty Xonerated from his pain and grief Our gracious God did send him his relief Next to Gods Name let us extoll him chief Wayting long at last our Sunn did arise In radiant manner clearing our dim eyes Lamenting him whose Death they did deplore It was a Blest Time when brave Monck did bring Again our gracious Soveraign Lord and King May we due praises of our Soveraign sing Jt pleas'd our good God after many years Unto your joy being almost drown'd in tears Xalt your griev'd heart and sorrowfull minde On your Dread Soveraign Lord who was so kinde Now double joy doth spring your King to find When that sable Day and sad Night of Death Iudicious Juxon stop thy Soveraigns breath Lord what a time was then to your sad Soul Lamenting his departure did condole In grief and tears you were almost drown'd then A better happy time God hath you sent May heav'ns King crown you with most sweet content Jn heavenly things you do spend your Dayes Unto your grand King and Creators praise Xhorting Christians purely for to live Oh blessed Soul such fair Instructions give None none but Christ can our foul sinnes forgive Wisdome advanceth Men of good desert It crown 's that Man who hath a perfect heart Lord inflame your heart with holy fire Let your Affection be of like desire In place as your Grace is advanced high Angels after Death with your soul then flie Mount up aloft to highest Majestie Jnstall'd a Bishop in a blessed time Uprai's'd to honour to a place sublime Xalted may you be to place of Blesse Of heavenly Glory and Happinesse Nâ—re Jesus Christ in Robes of Righteousnesse On the most Reverend FATHER in GOD Edward LORD BISHOP of NORWICH My ever Honoured Priend and Kinsman Christ called you unto his * Dean of Christ Church in Oxen. Church again Enabling you in 's service to take pain But long you did not then continue there But in a higher Place did soon appear You reap'd a happy Guerdon for your love Both King and Kingdome did your wayes approve God guided you by his sacred Spirit After this Life Eternall joyes inherit You preacht before the Commons and our King Praising the Lord that did our Soveraign bring At last with joy unto his Fathers Throne It was the glorious work of God alone Your loyalty unto our Gracious Lord Doth now unto you great comforts afford Your healing precious Balm was well apply'd The king the happy Bridegroom to our Bride The bride this Kingdome was married at last Your Griefs and Sorrows then were everpast Oh let us to our God most handfull be That did preserve his Royall Majestie Oh how I did rejoyce to read you †Sermons before the King and Parliament Books And therein see your gracious heart and looks It did mâ— drooping spirits then revive God garde â—â—y Sov'raign keep him long alive And thaâ— his Enemies he may overcome Preserve his Ofspring till the Day of Dâ—me Let REYNOLDS then ever renowned be For 's healing Balme for Royal Sov'raignty He did prepare the Physick for to cure The Maladie which long we did indure God blesse all the happy Physicians skill That did obey Gods word and it fulfill The happy Patriots of our Country dear Which doth our Gracious Soveraign love and fear Unite their hearts in Bonds of faithfull Love Loving's Majestie and his Acts approve And being made happie with all sweet content By a brave blessed healing Parliament On my Ever Honoured Friend and Kinsman Doctor Iohn Castle Esquire one of the Clerks of his Majesties Privy Seale Iohn Gratious your name doth signify Oh! how good Names the owners Dignify Hereditus was for brave History Nathan a Prophet in Divine Mistery Casting Your Care on God hath set You 〈◊〉 Advanc'd you to former Dignitie Still by your Vertues get to honours seate The grand King of Kings make you still Compleat Laid low by Warre yet Christ hath rais'd you up Even to Dine and at last with him to Sup. Iesus of Nazareth gâ—iâ— you in your Wayes Oâ— Christ 〈…〉 full 〈◊〉 his praise H 〈…〉 high of Bless No 〈…〉 Can you Wish Constant e're in serving your Lord and God And alwaies diligent to hear his word Serving your Lord and Master faithfully The King of Heav'n and Earth you dignifie Laud God above who hath Preserv'd your life E're made you happy for a verâ—uous wife In all your troubles you were not dismaid On God you put your truâ— were not afraid Hosanna then at last may you soul sing None could you draw from your dear Soveraign King Christ gave your mind rest after so much pain Advanc't you to Honour and place Agâ—â—n Still did you wâ—â—te upon the â—and of God The Tyrants pow'r's removd his cruel Rod. Lord thou hast brought my friend for to sit down Ev'n under the Rayes of a blessed Crown Iudicious Sir I love your learned Arts On vertue grounded and Renowned parts Heavenly fire doth inflame your mind Nought can remain of Droâ—s b'ing thus refind Christ make you happie both in Life and Death Advance his glory with your vital breath Standing still firm and constant in your faith Truth to maintain and what our Saviour saith Lâ—uding the Lord in the most sadest time Even then your soul did mount to place sublime In contemplation and divinest things On things Celestial and the King of Kings High Heav'nly Raptures for to place your minde None so sweet and good on Earth as Christ to find Clouds of calamity being past away Advanc't you now to see a Halcyon day Salvator Mundi
doth you comfort give The Lord grant your blest soul long life to live Lord when thy servants work is done and past Eternal joyes give his blest soul at last This have I poorly drawn from your good Name Let Blessed Angels blow your Trump of Fame You have been like a Father unto me God bless your soul to all Eternity On the right worshipful and noble minded Gentleman Henry Ford Esquire one of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace in the County of Devon and Lieutenant Colonel to the Honorable Sir JOHNDRAKE Knight and Barronet c. High heâ—v'nly knowledge doth inrich thy mind Eternal happiness may your Soul find Not Nature but Grace doth thy Saviour please Restor'd by Christ cur'd of sinns disease Yâ—n brightness of his Glory maist thou shine Far more Transcendent than a brave Divine Ore Topps and Mountains thy Wit doth aspire Rais'd up to Heav'n By a heavenly fire Death shall not quench the flame of thy desire High dost thou mount by thy rich Phantasie Earâ—h can't turn it into an Extasie None none but Christ did that brave Martyr say Raise up thy thoughâ— live with Christ for aye Yet happy to have all things here on Earth Far more happy to have a blessed death On things 〈◊〉 thy blest Soul doth not feed 〈…〉 Divine 〈…〉 of immortal seed Death whâ—◠〈◊〉 come thou fear'st not oh beav'nly breed Wisdom and Learning doth adorn a man I mâ—kes him flourish and things duly scan Learning adorns a worthy noble mind Learning invites men to beloving â—ind It doth inrich the mind with knowledge store Adds lustre to its witt and makes it more Magnifie Gods great Name praise him therefore Could I your worthy noble parts rehearse And write the same in high immortal verse I should then to your Country then declare Your Vertues and your Learning rich and rare A mirrour to the World thou dost appear Thy Learning and thy Iudgment shineth clear Go on blest Saint in thy brave way to bliss And at the last enjoy Heav'ns happiness Lieutenant Ford One of those famous Worthies of my King God in his due time to happiness bring Eternal happiness after thy death To Gods glory er'e spend your vital breath On the Worshipfull Francis Poulet Esquire One of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace for the County of SOMERSET Fair may your Name be writ in book of Life Rais'd is your Soul'bove Earth and mortal strife Angells attend you both in life and death Nature bâ—ing spent yield up your vital breath Christ will call home your Soul in his due time Into his Manssion where it bright shall shine Sweet Saviour grant it so in place sublime Pondering and musing on Divine things On blessed Angells and the King of Kings Up may your Soul rise 'bove Earthly Story Lord mount it up to Eternal Glory Ended this life may your Soul mount on high There to reemâ—in to all Eternity Famous and Renow'd were your blest Ancestors Records of ' time shew forth your Progenitors A famous Author doth preserve their Name Not to be mention'd but with Trump of Fame Christ hath obtain'd by his precious merit In Heav'n a place your Soul to inherit Solace with Saints and the Holy Spirit Prudent in your actions and circumspect Oh may Gods mercy on you still reflect Up may you rise unto a Heav'nly Throne Lauding your blessed Saviour God aloâ—e E'r may you on Earth and heaven happy be Transcendent live to 's Sacred Majestie FRANCIS Free your Name doth signifie Right good Name doth the Owner dignisie And may the holie Spirit you comfort give Nurtur'd on Earth in Heaven for to live Casting your care on God and him to serve In health and sicknesse till grim Death shall come Sweetly resting in hope till Day of Dome Pleasures immortal may you e're enjoy On earth and heav'n past this vain Worlds annoy Up may your soul mount to eternal bless Lord give you true and perfect happiness Eâ—re may you shine like starr celestial bright T' enjoy the comforts of transcendent Light On Coming to the Right Worshipfull Sir COVRTNEY POLE Knight and Barronet his Court Holden at Brodwinsor in the County of Dorsâ—t the Fourth day of Aprill 1661. to take the Oath of Alegiance VVElcome to Brave Sir Courtney Pole his Court Where many Loyall Subjects do resort Come Sware With joy to be true to your King It was the hand of God that did him bring Into his Native Land to Rule and Raigne Rejoyce now Loving Friends with might and maine That the â—ing doth sway the septer of this Land Oh! be true and Faithfull to his Command Do you what good true Subjects doth befit That you may hereafter downe in Heav'n sit With Faithfull Abraham and his blest traine With Saints and Angles there for to remayne The Clouds of blacknesse Now are past away Our Soveraigne Lord hath brought a Glorious Day Let then your Loyal hearts with true Love burne After you 're sworne you may againe returne Vâ—â—o your Houses or Places Where you Dwell Wishing and praying none More may rebell Living in peace and Lâ—ving Each other Doing good not hurt to your Deare brother Let Writh and Anger cease that God may blesse And send you Everlasting Happinesse May'th the King and 's People live and so accord Truly to love and serve our gratious Lord. May the King and 's People live and agree In true Love Peace and perfect Amitie On hearing of his honoured and reverend Kinsman Edward Reynolds Doctor in Divinity consecrated Lord BISHOP of NORWICH As God hath call'd you to a Bishops Seat Long may you live and preach Gods Word compleat May your holy life give such example That your Charge o're Sin and Vice may trample May your holy life such example give That may proclaim that Christ in you do live And by his power doth foul Sin destroy And so at last enter your Masters Joy Welcome dear Kinsman to Norwich City A place rare ancient famous and pretty By your heavenly Doctrine you mount aloft And show how Christ mans sinful soul hath bought The preciousness of Faith you do descrie And mount the Soul up to Eternitie To see the face of Christ through holy Faith To behold his Word what our Saviour saith Repentance also you declare to men God bless your heav'nly Tongue and golden Pen And all your parts of Body Soul beside That you may o're a heav'nly Flock still guide To Heav'nly Cannan that Coelestial Hill Comfort the Saints with heav'nly Manna still God long continue your most happy dayes To tune your Tongue to your Creators praise Inspire your heart with a heav'nly flame As long as life continue praise his name Accept my language from a faultring Pen Who will reverence you ' mongst worthi'st men Oh happy then when holy Saints doth greet May we at lest our blessed Saviour meet And go with him into eternal bliss To have a Mansion with those Saints of his When your work is ended and
call'd you hence unto his Fold Our Saviour calls both Young and Old No Riches Honour Youth can stay Strong sturdy Death takes all away The Baly of our blessed Lord Away must go obey his word No longer time he will neglect Christs calls away his blest elect Brought now at last unto your home Riches to have not of earth's lome Indeed that Portion will endure Gods mercies are for ever sure Away she went when Christ did call No dallying death will take all The greatest richest and the small Brought low by death unto her grave Robes of Christs righteousness to have In Jesus Christ the put her trust And is now gone unto the just Nothing so dear that she did love Treasures immortal did approve Chang'd is your body and refin'd shall be Call'd to the presence of the Trinity Night of death come with Angels she did fly Saints to live with to all Eternity Christ hath remov'd you to a greater joy Earths comforts unto heavens but a toy In earthly things there 's but lintle pleasure Above the skie is immortal treasure Christ ransom'd your soul with his precious blood Only that Balm can do our souls most good Near Jesus Christ I hope your soul doth rest Sav'd by your Saviour lives amongst the blest The soul is wearied by its travels here Away she s gone unto her Saviour dear Her glass being run her soul is fled away With her Redeemer ever for to stay What can I think speak or write more then She doth deserve shall have a better Pen. To write of her high Vertues glorious Name Which learned Authors shall recount her Fame Christ is your blessed Spouse your Birdegroom All Your God your Saviour King Emperial He hath advanc'd you to eternal bliss Let 's be as careful not to do amiss She was a mother unto Princess store God bless them here on earth and evermore Their severel names I cannot recount Some are on earth others to heav'n did mount Prince Robert is a stout couragious wight And hath put many enemies to flight God bless his Highness long here on the earth And make him truly happy at his death Grieve not immoderately brave Prince her son For your dear mother that is dead and gone From earth to heav n that blessed place of rest To live with glorious Saints for ever blest Wherefore then should I say that she 's dead Whenas she 's gone where life it self is bred Then mourn no more but set your heart at rest You shall be like her carcase in the chest As num as wan as pale and cold as she Pray God your lives and deaths no worse may be Grieve then no more put not your mind to pain For her pure soul in heaven doth remain He that writes more more time of grief must borrow Let him then bring his wit I 'le bring my sorrow ACCROSTICKS On her most sacred MAIESTY Elizabeth blessed peace of the Lord Loving his Saints and his sacred word In Jesus Christ you did put all your trust Zealous for Religion lives amongst the just A blessed change you lived for to see Blessed be God his sacred Majesty Enthron'd compleat in his dear Fathers Throne The praises chiefly belongs to God alone Hosanna let us sing to that holy One Queen 'bove all Queens in glory bright Up mounted high unto that heav'nly light Eternal Joyes now to be partaker Ever to praise with Saints your Creator Now singing Anthemes to your blessed Maker Of all the blessings of a righteous soul Freedom from sin and this vile worlds controle By death of Christ you have obtain'd life Overcome the world and all mortal strief Hallalujahs sing in his height of bless Ever partaking of heav'ns happiness Made now a member of that heav'nly host In praising Father Son and holy Ghost Angels convey'd your soul that heavnly Post Away she 's gone unto that place of bless Immortal Saints enjoy full happiness Adieu blest Queen we mortals will prove just Always esteeming your most precious dust The grave hath your body world your fame Heaven your soul your son preserves your Name Though you be gone your fame is left behind I hope your son will prove as gracious kind My muse is dull my Taper gives dim light Yet may invite some better Pens to write I le put an end to this my mortal story Hoping God bath crown'd her with immortal glory On Hearing of the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL JOHN MERREFIELD Esq Made one of the KINGS SERJEANTS AT LAW Andin Election tobe a Judge WHen our renowed King Charls came to his Court Many Lords and noble persons did resort Who came to see 'm and kiss his royal haud B'ing come from far into his native land All sorts of men of our brave English Nation Were glad in heart for their Kings restauration It was a time then freely for to give To see their gracious King then for to live In royal Honour and in noble Fame God long increase and propagate his Name It was a time to confer honours store The cause did well require long before Brave Monck and Patriots did love our King Who us'd their best means speedily to bring Him to sit and act with them in 's Parliament To make good Laws with one and joynt consent As Guerdon of 's love did the King impart Rewards of honour for their good desert Of those brave Nobles and deserving men I 'm far unworthy to recount by Pen Yet may I not my honoured friend forget Whose former favours make me much in debt Let Merrefields name advance to his height May Kings and Princes in him take delight From worthy Squire surmount an noble Knight I heard that King Charles will make him a Judge His domeanor is such no man will grudge To hear of his good and high preferment Which long continue till his interment Loyal learned Merrefields worth do shine In equal splendor to some rare Divine I did long since conceive within my brest When that my Royal Soverain came to rest And to sit down on his dear Fathers throne For to enjoy three kingdoms of his own That then his Majesty would him advance When being come from Holland fertile France Meer love and favour would my Sovraign move On honest Merrefield to fix his love For Learning Law Loyalty and the rest He doth deserve mongst Lawyers counted best When he shall come to sit in justice place Lewd vitious men he will then disgrace Advance the vertuous and the godly man And of mens various actions duly scan When he shall mount up to grand Justice seat His parts with lustre then will seem compleat Immitate honest Crew Hutton Denham Doddrige Walters Jenkins Crook and Popham Both these and many learned Lawyers more Their worth he 'l practice and yet keep in store My Pen is weak and lame for to set forth His profound wisdom and his noble worth Full fraught with favours of his Soveraign Lord Stil careful to preserve Gods sacred word E're may you