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A53889	The exclames of Rhodopæa to the lamentable death of the most noble Marquess of Montrose together with a reflection to his most honourable exequies in the great church of Edinburgh / written formerly, and now published at his honourable interment.	J. M. O.	1661 (1661)	Wing O9B; ESTC R41378	5,113	17

THE EXCLAMES OF RHODOPÆA To the lamentable Death of the most Noble Marquess of MONTROSE Together with a reflection to his most Honourable Exequies in the great Church of EDINBVRGH Writtten formerly and now published at his Honourable Interment Printed in the Year 1661. AS the bringing in of Cromwel after his Victory over our selves into the Castle of Edinburgh and shewing him all our great things looked like the reception of the Ambassadors of Babell in Jerusalem so therein was prefigured his shamelesse Victory over that place which followed And to that purpose then not without mine own pathetic and in this ejaculation I exprest my self Wherefore and because it containeth what was seen in the causes thereof now accomplished and amongst the rest the honour of this day I have made this which had not confidence to look the Sun before in the face my mite Howsoever too familiar for this time and even below what I think my present THE EXCLAMES OF RHODOPE DIapered Rhodope with flowrs and gods Is blasted now blown flow'n from their aboads The mountains Angeline her Roses fall Fair Rhodopaea weeps and most of all The guardian Genius of the Kingdoms at The horror thereof shrinks God just and great Leaves man unto himself Man doth what none Dare speak of now nor ever world saw done Which after age will to th' eternal fame Of him who 's dead and the wide worlds great shame Who kill'd him for the fault for which no man Did ever yet die since the world began That heavenly piece of Empyraeum out Of the supremst of all the heavens cut Inspired with a soul appearing through His more material tralucence with no Lesse then what is above man Great Montrose Who to be loyal before greatnesse chose And when our expeditious horses did Beyond a Subjects common mark proceed And on the borders of Soveragnity Took unto them too wide a liberty He in his circle at his own poast stay'd And what is come to passe out on us cry'd When we what was the good gift of God thought The Covenant within our Kingdom brought And did our walls threatning the clouds divide And gates capaceous to it opened wide Which hath so many armed men let out Whom by our wisdom we did make so stout Who with a high born hand undid the King And did on fire it self set and will bring Our State and Church into confusion and Threatneth with ruine to subdue our Land He when the fatall ropes thereof we drew Exclaim'd no credit to the horse give you But as Divine she who the overthrow Of her own Countrey did to it forshow And was not heeded till all was undone And all the Towers of Troy were overthrown When they would gladly have prevented what They else might done to have preserv'd their State So this great Man in the own causes ey'd Th' event of what we have found true and try'd What reason and what opposition could Do to prevent what he to us foretold And warn'd us of our enemies falshood and The ruine of the King and of the Land By those with whom we were so far combin'd In action one much probable in mind And to the cause did set a brest of Brasse To the prevention of what 's come to passe And when we saw that if we had done so We had far lesse then now we have to do And even were glad the cause to take in hand Which he by word and deed had so maintain'd The abstract and the looking-glasse wherein Antiquities Nobility did shine In maintenance of no Idaea as Others have done and let the substance passe Did by his valour win the Kingdom and Before him did acquiet the whole Land And did the willing Subject in head bring Of just obedience to their native King For all which he had said or done or we By black experience had so found to be Without respect to God or man or King Or what our selves might on our selves thus bring By paving way to others to be trode In a respectlesnesse to Noble Blood To be hang'd for their faults another day When Justice happily again might sway We did condemn him without hearing nor Suffered his innocence in his cause more Or lesse to speak but haled him at length Where after triumph he dyed in full strength And with him many a guiltlesse and poor soul Were partly kill'd and partly put in roll With that black letter which ore they did breath The wholsome air seal'd which they dy'd their death And as when full with all her Stars the Moon At rising of the Sun doth then go down So when the King much like a ●●it Bridegroom Or strong man like to run his race did from His Tabernacle or Chalmber come Montrose And all his Stars did set and mongst all those Drummond and Dalgetie did come in ●eer Like morning ones and last did disappear This was the end of this great Man whose breath His nostrils held content nor with his death Nor with the manner But to let men see By his example what Nobilitie Respect hath to plead for when this strange shaene May turn'd about be to our play again We with the wicked gave him not a grave Nor it allow'd his quartered Corps to have And further did then I my tongue will let Therein imbrued be with the telling it Which was not thy misfortune man great soul'd Which brought thee to what unheard rigour could Commence on wickednesse nor in thee fault Which thee above thy self did so exalt But it was God who did it to his Glory Which will be seen in end of thy deaths story When the avengers of thy blood shall come When there shall not a City be to run For refuge to or for all those who hath Been brought before to an untimely death By such a violence unheard before Sometimes in Battell without Quarter or By Law against the Law which for my part I ever thought me bound to in my heart And swore to have maintain'd And many one Who in the quarrel have their lives laid down The least part of us all from Stuart who Was first to Drummond last which well known two Did close the bedroll ends which did contain So many of us all as have been slain And ' mongst the rest Thou great Duke Hamiltoun Although thy blood did not our streets run down Thy death was e're thou dy'd applaused by A volley of our great'st Artaillery In thy great Armies fatall overthrow Which we undid and Victor made our foe Unto whose triumphes we his Trophees made And in his honour set out all we had Glory and strength and to our strong Holds brought The Enemie who shame and losse had wrought That arch of Traitors who it seconded By doing after of a far worse deed In putting in the Lords Anointed hand Whom we though not sworn ought to have maintaind The world but one eye had and he it quit put out and dim'd both us and him in it No King

protestant was more upon earth To whom he suffered not air to give breath And as we had been emulous a little After the great breaking of that but britle Vessell which glorious his soul held which shall Shine to give light to their destruction all Who either to the Altar bound or cut So innocent a sacrifices throat To the attonement whereof if Arte Might make imperchment where there is no part Old Huntley's blood was shed who yet did never Much evil and was forced to deliver His soul up on the passion eve to be A sprinkling our door posts upon when the Destroying Angel of God shall passeover Judgement to execute on whosoever Hath broke the oath of God or out have stood In th' evil matter of the Royal Blood Or the Arch-traitor come back to revew What needlesly our follies our foe shew Which never yet was fortunate who may Be master of the same and bear away What he before had seen when God may let Us see he hath no blessing given to it These Agnu's Deis are on the fatal threed Whereon the number of our stain are thred Which the whole world hath taken and a chain Thereof made it about our necks to hang Whereon these Noble two Peers do make up A carbuncle on either shoulders top And thou Montrose who more then all the rest Didstst for thy Master shinest in the breast Whereat the Tablet hangs which of all there The Phaenix Jewel is nor other where Wherein is Printed the eternal face Flushing his Royal Innocence and Grace We killed Thee the day when we our King Did in our Israel receive to reign For fighting for thy Soveraign when he fled O're Jordan where his Sacred Blood was shed And ere the Red blusht on the White and spread The Rose were cropped and the tree was sued And his kind friends only themselves content On th'oderiferous sweetnesse of his sent Which when cold North did on his Garden blow Did from the perfumes of his Spices flow Into the Air innobling so him by The Incense of a lasting memory When we who now joy may as sore lament When time shall make a late time to repent Let us that mistake colour as we will No colour will be to put on that ill And as the world hath now seen one will see Another as sad a catastropee The Lord of all things had before decreed The time he lived and the time he died Which being now come to a period he Gave him into our hands this death to die That our cup thereby being better fill'd All of us might who should be killed kill'd And inexcusable made that God may Be just when he condemneth us and they The Crown gain of their labour ' Gainst what hath Been seal'd it seems with signet of Gods wrath Whereto example nor command had yet World nor reproof for not doing that great Work which hath such confusion State brought on And Church that from the Beggar to the Throne An universal suffering hath been and With guiltlesse crying blood is fill'd the Land Murther'd is King State and Religion lost And what we thought to have maintained most And what we sureliest thought to stand and swore In such a manner never done before However God did bring him to his end Who most the Kingly Interest did defend That debt of death since he was once to pay Though circumstances odious make the way He but Gods businesse joyn'd to his own As 't in his way lay who them both hath done His soul the world but left and now is gone Unto the heavenly Mansions tendered one The wings of Angels or convey'd did fly Loos'd from the carnal fetters of her clay In twinckling of an eye as all before Him so the Saints did passe into their glore And his Great Master when upon the brink His Sacred Head bow'd down to take a drink Of the fair River of Eternity He was devour'd of immortality So in a moment what no charitie Can otherwise judge hath he pearcht so high 'T is true he 's thought a murtherer by the State And by the Church is Excommunicate And who are bound or loosed here below Are bound in heaven and loosed are also Which either groundlesse makes our charity Or what in both I would be loath to say Yet if what Church or State have done agree With what example or command can be In Word of God then all is true is done And in the end the event will it crown We Reformation did intend but mean Took thereto which if God did it ordain It doth transcend the model of what either Nature or he bestow'd upon me ever Nor for Religion or securitie Did world hear like or will it justifie But thou who shuttest and canst open and The key of that clos'd Cabin hast in hand Wherein if subtilties be lockt which fret The cloak will which hath palliate our State Once open thou and that Gold button string Cut wherewith we the cloak about us hing And let it fall and all the mysteries Of State discover and iniquities If any be Or if it be mistake Or prejudice which us beyond us take Or led by any zeal to do more then God for himself did ever us ordain O Edinburrow where those have been kill'd Who 's Carcasses have all thy ditches fill'd And where those never matched Counsel sate Which have in such a model cast our state The Sun which hath those blind works seen which none Else have but what unto themselves are known May see the shaene chang'd which discover shall The mystery wherein infolded all The pack of these brest businesses are Which hath destruction made boodshed and War And either shall see loos'd that Gordian knot Or bundle of our great'st mistakes see cut Or our eyes opened that the wonders we May of thy Law see when all those shall be Who should be killed kill'd and time about Be punisht for the fault we never thought O Thou who dwellest in the extreames of light And ends inhabitest of infinit To which is no accesse nor eye of man Did ever penitrat nor enter can The secret thereof wit O Thou who hast All things of nothing made and even them cast In mould of excellence and each in it Kind dutifull made and the world hath set In heart of man who yet the work cannot From the beginning wrought by thee find out Grant me humility and to suspend My judgement till I see in things an end But mean while give me leave thus much to say I search have made and only this found I That God hath made men upright but they have Many inventions sought which them deprave To the most Honoured Exequies of the Great and Blessed MONTROSE THat Heavenly piece of Empyraeum out Of the supream'st of all heavenly cut Inspired with a soul appearing throw His more material tralucence with no Lesse then what is above man Great Montrose Who to be Loyal before greatnesse chose When by mans wisdom without Gods the King Church State had murdered darkned ruin'd been He through blood waded with a brest of Brasse To the prevention of what 's come to passe And when he had done all he up at last In the flame which had him still burned past Where he above is Angell'd and below To their shame 's honoured who repent it now J. M. O.