conquest or inglorious fall Thou know'st with what regret I suffer ill From those whose good 's the scope of all my will The ills they force me to inflict I bear And in their punishments my own embrace Victor or vanquish'd since a double share Of certain suffering doth my hope displace Grant me a double portion of thy grace XX. LOrd thou who beauty canst return To them that mourn And the disguis'd pretext of Art To truth convert O let us not by shews beguil'd Seem pure without within defil'd Within where most deform'd we are Be our first care Then with clear eyes the Church we may And State survey Our hearts our spirits Lord renew That we thy dictates may pursue Upon our foul disorders bred By them who led With rage to purge us undertooke With pitty looke Quench thou the fire that Factions raise From Reformations specious blaze As their division Lord proclaims Their weak bad aims So let us in those fires refin'd In love be join'd From passions freed blest with increase Of inward vertue outward peace XXI THou Lord who by thy wise Decree Dost our contingency dispose Make me thy constant mercies see In the advantage of my foes Thou canst their Counsells turn away And their devices ruinate Who all my secrets open lay To worke me in my peoples hate To thy Omniscience I repair Witnesse with my integrity How false the wrested Comments are Which they to what I write apply The ill directed by their aim To me so turn upon their head That they may be involv'd in shame And with confusion overspread XXII THou who all souls all con scienâ•Œces dost sway To thee I look dismaid To thy protection I commit my way Thou who my life didst aid Still in my weaknesse canst thy strength display A fierie Pillar in darke nights to me And with thy light direct In scorching daies a cloudy Pillar be And with thy shade protect O let me find both sun and shield in thee My life I was not by perversnesse wrought To hazards thus t' expose But Reason Honour and Religion taught To guard my self from those Whose impious force to wrest them from me sought XXIII THou that alone art infinite In good and greatnesse dwel'st with me Weigh'd with thy presence life is light Thy service perfect liberty Own me for thine I cannot but be free As I am man with reason blesse With Zeal as Christian Right as King Of outwards stript let me possesse Thee in the joyes that from thee spring Which gainst my will no force can from me wring Let not my passion overâ•Œboyle To fruitless rage or sordid fear They think him helpless whom they foyle But let thy chearfull light appear And secure freedom shall my glories cleer Befitting my afflicted state A patient constancy bestow My strength and hopes are dissipate My self imprison'd by the foe O be not far lest they too mighty grow XXIV TO thee my solitary prayers I send The help that others my distress deny With thy assistant spirit Lord supply To dulness life light to my darkness lend Thou Sun that beams of righteousness dost spread Thou sacred spring of heavenly light and heat Both warmth and clearness in my heart beget Instruct and for thy servant intercede Fullness sufficience favour thee array Enough thou comfort art and company Thou art my King my Priest and Prophet be Rule teach pray in me for me with me stay Jacob who singly did with thee contest In sacred duell thee his Second had He conquer'd and a blessing by thy ayd From thee with welcome violence did wrest With mercy on thy servant be intent Who his devotions once with them did joyn Whose fervour might inflame the cold of mine When to thy House with joy and peace we went XXV MY God my King incline thine eare My cry to thee directed hear Incens'd I said we from thy care Are cast Yet thou receiv'st my prayer Thy rigour who can satisfy But to thy mercies Sinners fly Lord I acknowledge my offence Dilated in my eminence The sinns I act or do permit By unimproved power acquit Rebellious I to thee became Now prisoner to my Subjects am Yet though restrain'd my person be By Grace enlarge my heart to thee Though David's piety I want His griefs I have his comforts grant XXVI LOrd thou sacred unity In an undivided Trine Those combin'd in mercy see Whom thy justice doth disjoin Save me from dissenting foes Who my prayers and pity need And each other now oppose Though to fight with me agreed All discording parties guide To the peace from which they stray Whilst they serve or court a side Not the voice of Law obey Make me willingly to go Where thy providence will lead And the change of things beâ•Œlow In thy constant presence read Make me by thy skillfull hand Such as thou wouldst have me be Then waft me safely to that land Where peace eâ•Œver dwells with thee Spare our Cities Lord impure Through their wealth and plenty made In their multitude secure By security betrai'd XXVII THou that fill'st Heaven and earth O King of Kings In whom no death whence life eternal springs Who canst our souls unto the yawning Grave Justly condemn or mercifully save Better be dead t' our selves in thee survive Than rob'd of thee and to our selves alive O let the bitter means that agravate My fall thy comforts in my soul dilate If thou art with me fear shall not assail Though I should walk along death's shady vale Weak mortall man may with his fate contend But 't is thy grace must strength to vanquish lend Thou know'st as man what 't is to dye with me Teach me by Death to live my God with thee FINIS Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAJESTIE IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse Set to Musick for 3 Voices and an Organ or Theorbo By John Wilson Dr. and Musick Professor of Oxford VIâ—VENERANDAâ—SONES LONDON Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard 1657. To his friend and formerly fellow-servant to his late Majestie JOHN WILSON Dr. in Musick THat I do love thee friend I now would shew it And do 't in Rhime too though I am no Poet Yet all that I could say would but appear Fruitless and insignificantly here Since nothing truly can thy worth explain But the composures of thine own rich brain Thou need'st no Trumpet to proclaim thy Fame Thy Lyre most sweetly warbles forth thy name Which every one must needs admire that hears Unless he have nor Soul nor Sense nor Ears This tribute all must pay but none can raise Unless he have an equall skill thy praise From long acquaintance and experience I Could tell the World thy known integrity Unto thy Friend thy true and honest heart Ev'n mind good nature all but thy great Art Which I but dully understand who do To shadow't out must have expressions too If with
To me so turn upon their head That they may be involv'd in shame And with confusion overspread XXII THou who all souls all conscienâ•Œces dost sway To thee I look dismaid To thy protection I commit my way Thou who my life didst aid Still in my weaknesse canst thy strength display A fierie Pillar in darke nights to me And with thy light direct In scorching daies a cloudy Pillar be And with thy shade protect O let me find both sun and shield in thee My life I was not by perversnesse wrought To hazards thus t' expose But Reason Honour and Religion taught To guard my self from those Whose impious force to wrest them from me sought XXIII THou that alone art infinite In good and greatnesse dwel'st with me Weigh'd with thy presence life is light Thy service perfect liberty Own me for thine I cannot but be free As I am man with reason blesse With Zeal as Christian Right as King Of outwards stript let me possesse Thee in the joyes that from thee spring Which gainst my will no force can from me wring Let not my passion overâ•Œboyle To fruitless rage or fordid fear They think him helpless whom they foyle But let thy chearfull light appear And secure freedom shall my glories cleer Befitting my afflicted state A patient constancy bestow My strength and hopes are dissipate My self imprison'd by the foe O be not far lest they too mighty grow XXIV TO thee my solitary prayers I send The help that others my distress deny With thy assistant spirit Lord supply To dulness life light to my darkness lend Thou Sun that beams of righteousness dost spread Thou sacred spring of heavenly light and heat Both warmth and clearness in my heart beget Instruct and for thy servant intercede Fullness sufficience savour thee array Enough thou comfort art and company Thou art my King my Priest and Prophet be Rule teach pray in me for me with me stay Jacob who singly did with thee contest In sacred duell thee his Second had He conquer'd and a blessing by thy ayd From thee with welcome violence did wrest With mercy on thy servant be intent Who his devotions once with them did joyn Whose servour might inflame the cold of mine When to thy House with joy and peace we went XXV MY God my King incline thine eare My cry to thee directed hear Incens'd I said we from thy care Are cast Yet thou receiv'st my prayer Thy rigour who can satisfy But to thy mercies Sinners fly Lord I acknowledge my offence Dilated in my eâ•Œminence The sinns I act or do permit By unimproved power acquit Rebellious I to thee became Now prisoner to my Subjects am Yet though restrain'd my person be By Grace enlarge my heart to thee Though David's piâ•Œeâ•Œty I want His griefs I have his comforts grant XXVI LOrd thou sacred unity In an undivided Trine Those combin'd in mercy see Whom thy justice doth disjoin Save me from dissenting foes Who my prayers and pity need And each other now oppose Though to fight with me agreed All discording parties guide To the peace from which they stray Whilst they serve or court a side Not the voice of Law obey Make me willingly to go Where thy providence will lead And the change of things beâ•Œlow In thy constant presence read Make me by thy skillfull hand Such as thou wouldst have me be Then waft me safely to that land Where peace eâ•Œver dwells with thee Spare our Cities Lord impure Through their wealth and plenty made In their multitude secure By security betrai'd XXVII THou that fill'st Heaven and earth O King of Kings In whom no death whence life eternal springs Who canst our souls unto the yawning Grave Justly condemn or merciâ•Œfulâ•Œly save Better be dead t' our selves in thee survive Than rob'd of thee and to our selves aâ•Œlive O let the bitâ•Œter means that agravate My fall thy comforts in my soul dilate If thou art with me fear shall not assail Though I should walk along death's shady vale Weak mortall man may with his fate contend But 't is thy grace must strength to vanquish lend Thou know'st as man what 't is to dye with me Teach me by Death to live my God with thee FINIS Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAJESTIE IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse Set to Musick for 3. Voices and an Organ or Theorbo By John Wilson Dr. and Musick Professor of Oxford VIâ—VENERANDAâ—SONES LONDON Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey and are to be sold at the Bell in S. Pauls Church-yard 1657. TO THE GLORY OF GOD THE SACRED MEMORY OF HIS LATE MAIESTIE AND TO THE RIGHT REVEREND CLERGY OF THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND JOHN WILSON Dr. in Musick dedicates this his last of labours Faults escaped in printing which the curteous Reader is desired to amend with his penn In the Base SOng 13. line 7. the Crochet in B-mie must be in Ef-fa-ut S. 24. l. 2. a prick by the Minnum To his friend and formerly fellow-servant to his late Majestie JOHN WILSON Dr. in Musick THat I do love thee friend I now would shew it And do 't in Rhime too though I am no Poet Yet all that I could say would but appear Fruitless and insignificantly here Since nothing truly can thy worth explain But the composures of thine own rich brain Thou need'st no Trumpet to proclaim thy Fame Thy Lyre most sweetly warbles forth thy name Which every one must needs admire that hears Unless he have nor Soul nor Sense nor Ears This tribute all must pay but none can raise Unless he have an equall skill thy praise From long acquaintance and experience I Could tell the World thy known integrity Unto thy Friend thy true and honest heart Ev'n mind good nature all but thy great Art Which I but dully understand who do To shadow't out must have expressions too If with thy merits they proportion keep As high and apt as is thy judgement deep Thus Diamonds Diamonds cut Kings judge of Kings Art cann't be prais'd enough by artless things Excuse me then if I have no designs Impossible and needless by these lines So low to raise thy high perfection And light my Candle at thy noon-day Sun I could say much were I with Raptures fir'd Were I as I must think thou art inspir'd For this I know and must say 't to thy praise That thou hast gone in Musick unknown wayes Hast cut a path where there was none before Like Magellan traced an unknown shore Thou taught'st our Language first to speak in Tone Gavst the right accents and proportion And above all to shew thy excellence Thou understand'st good words and do'st set sense Hadst none to imitate and few will be Able t' express inimitably thee Go on then Phoebus like thine own course runne Fearless of being out-shin'd by a Mock-Sun Doggs at the Moon may barke but never dare Against the glorious Sun so much as stare Go on secure that
art and company Thou art my King my Priest and Prophet be Rule teach pray in me for me with me stay Jacob who singly did with thee contest In sacred duell thee his Second had He conquer'd and a blessing by thy ayd From thee with welcome violence did wrest With mercy on thy servant be intent Who his devotions once with them did joyn Whose servour might inflame the cold of mine When to thy House with joy and peace we went XXV MY God my King incline thine eare My cry to thee directed hear Incens'd I said we from thy care Are cast Yet thou receiv'st my prayer Thy rigour who can satisfy But to thy mercies Sinners fly Lord I acknowledge my offence Dilated in my eâ•Œminence The sinns I act or do permit By unimproved power acquit Rebellious I to thee became Now prisoner to my Subjects am Yet though restrain'd my person be By Grace enlarge my heart to thee Though David's piâ•Œeâ•Œty I want His griefs I have his comforts grant XXVI LOrd thou sacred unity In an undivided Trine Those combin'd in mercy see Whom thy justice doth disjoin Save me from dissenting foes Who my prayers and pity need And each other now oppose Though to fight with me agreed All discording parties guide To the peace from which they stray Whilst they serve or court a side Not the voice of Law obey Make me willingly to go Where thy providence will lead And the change of things beâ•Œlow In thy constant presence read Make me by thy skillfull hand Such as thou wouldst have me be Then waft me safely to that land Where peace eâ•Œver dwells with thee Spare our Cities Lord impure Through their wealth and plenty made In their multitude secure By seâ•Œcuâ•Œriâ•Œty betrai'd XXVII THou that fill'st Heaven and earth O King of Kings In whom no death whence life eternal springs Who canst our souls unto the yawning Grave Justly condemn or merciâ•Œfulâ•Œly save Better be dead t' our selves in thee survive Than rob'd of thee and to our selves aâ•Œlive O let the bitter means that agravate My fall thy comforts in my soul dilate If thou art with me fear shall not assail Though I should walk along death's shady vale Weak mortall man may with his fate contend But 't is thy grace must strength to vanquish lend Thou know'st as man what 't is to dye with me Teach me by Death to live my God with thee FINIS Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAJESTIE IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse Set to Musick for 3 Voices and an Organ or Theorbo By John Wilson Dr. and Musick Professor of Oxford VIâ—VENERANDAâ—SONES LONDON Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey and are to be sold at the Bell in S. Pauls Church-yard 1657. TO THE GLORY OF GOD THE SACRED MEMORY OF HIS LATE MAIESTIE AND TO THE RIGHT REVEREND CLERGY OF THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND JOHN WILSON D. in Musick dedicates this his last of labours To his friend and formerly fellow-servant to his late Majestie JOHN WILSON Dr. in Musick THat I do love thee friend I now would shew it And do 't in Rhime too though I am no Poet Yet all that I could say would but appear Fruitless and insignificantly here Since nothing truly can thy worth explain But the composures of thine own rich brain Thou need'st no Trumpet to proclaim thy Fame Thy Lyre most sweetly warbles forth thy name Which every one must needs admire that hears Unless he have nor Soul nor Sense nor Ears This tribute all must pay but none can raise Unless he have an equall skill thy praise From long acquaintance and experience I Could tell the World thy known integrity Unto thy Friend thy true and honest heart Ev'n mind good nature all but thy great Art Which I but dully understand who do To shadow't out must have expressions too If with thy merits they proportion keep As high and apt as is thy judgement deep Thus Diamonds Diamonds cut Kings judge of Kings Art cann't be prais'd enough by artless thigns Excuse me then if I have no designs Impossible and needless by these lines So low to raise thy high perfection And light my Candle at thy noon-day Sun I could say much were I with Raptures fir'd Were I as I must think thou art inspir'd For this I know and must say 't to thy praise That thou hast gone in Musick unknown wayes Hast cut a path where there was none before Like Magellan traced an unknown shore Thou taught'st our Language first to speak in Tone Gav'st the right accents and proportion And above all to shew thy excellence Thou understand'st good words and do'st set sense Hadst none to imitate and few will be Able t' express inimitably thee Go on then Phoebus like thine own course runne Fearless of being out-shin'd by a Mock-Sun Doggs at the Moon may barke but never dare Against the glorious Sun so much as stare Go on secure that Wilsons honoured name Shall have as it deserves immortall Fame Call O call back thy resolution Of not composing more Springs allwaies run The World would suffer else and thy great name Be lessen'd then do not bound thy boundless fame But like the Sun still scatter beams of light Nor the whole World and thine own worth benight For sure if men do single Ingots prize They 'll hugg the Mine where all perfection lies HENRY LAWES Psalterium Carolinum BASSO CONTINVO I. Thou Lord hast made us see c. II. Thou whose mercies c. III. Lord thou in Heaven c. IIII. To thee I fly V To thee my God c. VI. Our native freedom c. VII Lord those whom thou c. VIII Who vengeance on c. IX Through human Clouds c. X. O my God to thee I fly c. XI Eternall wisedome c. XII Thy mercies Lord c. XIII My troubles Lord c. XIV Lord I to thee direct my cries c. XV. O Lord thou seest my wrongs c. XVI Thou still the same c. XVII To thee my uprightness is c. XVIII Of Peace and Reason Lord c. XIX With ready Ioy c. XX. Lord thou who beauty canst c. XXI Thou Lord who by thy wise c. XXII Thou who all Souls all Consciences c. XXIII Thou that alone art infinite c. XXIV To thee my solitary pray'rs c. XXV My God my King incline c. XXVI Lord thou sacred Unity c. XXVII Thou that fill'st Heaven c. FINIS Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAJESTY CHARLES THE FIRST IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse LONDON Printed for John Martin James Allestry and Thomas Dicas and are to be sold at the Bell in S. Paul's Church-yard 1660. TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY CHARLES THE SECOND SIR THe Psalmes of David have been continued in verse through many Languages in these your Majesty's Royal Father a Person of like Dignity Sufferings and Piety breaths forth for
thy Church and me are Foes But not when they most cruell grow My wider Charity out-goe No vengefull thought my Patience stain Whose glory 's thine but mine the gain Me thou to Pardon hast inclin'd Let both our Foes thy Pardon find And now as Thou my heart dost bow To Pray'r hear and accept my vow If thou remember us in Love Nor wilt thy sacred Light remove Of Law and Justice repossest Faction and Heresie supprest If me and mine thou wilt restore To the just Rights we held before If thou each subjects stubborn Heart By Piety to Thee convert By humble Loyalty to Me And to themselves by Charity From civil Broyles if thou release And mak'st their fatal causes cease If thou free Councels wilt dispence Not curb'd by vulgar insolence If thou my Conscience wilt defend Nor to Church Rapins let me bend If me with Power thou reinvest Such as thy Glorys may attest Then shall my soul thy Prayse proclaim And to thy people laud thy Name Then shall thy truth and thy Renown My only treasure be and Crown Then I with Equity shall sway In Iustice shall my Realms obay That as my Right from Thee alone I may my Restitution owne If I by thy Assistance come With Honor Peace and safety home If thou once more the awfull sword To punish and protect afford Then all shall see my Foes partake This Vow which now to Thee I make What now as Christian I forgive No snare of law shall back retrieve Me from my self their Skill can part But I will never learn that art A full Indemnity shall clear The growing doubts of jealous fear Strict Amnesty shall Peace prefer And in Oblivion wrongs interre No future Councells shall controle This solemne purpose of my Soul To me let Mercy so increase As I resolve on Truth and Peace To my Petition Lord attend Which Lips with guile untainted send His Name be blest who hears my Cry Nor his full mercy will deny My Soul thy way to God commit Him trust and he shall perfect it If not restor'd yet who am I That I should charge thee foolishly Thou gav'st thou Lord hast tane away We blessings to thy Name shall pay Happy thy Church my People be At least without if not by Me. ODE XXVI Vpon the Armies surprizall of the King at Holmeby and the Ensuing distractions in the two Houses the Armie and the City LOord Thou sacred Unitie In an undivided Trine Those combin'd in Mercy see Whom thy Iustice doth disjoyne Save me from dissenting Foes Who my Pray'rs and pity need And each other now oppose Though to fight with me agre'd All discording parties guide To the Peace from which they sway Whil'st they serve or Court a side Not the voice of Law obey Make me willingly to goe Where thy Providence will lead And the change of things below In thy constant Presence read Make me by thy skillfull Hand Such as thou would'st have me be Then waft me safely to that Land Where Peace ever dwells with thee Spare our Citie 's Lord impure Through their Wealth and Plenty made In their multitude secure By Security betray'd Make them see weigh chose and do For thy Glory and our Peace Lest affliction like a Foe Arm'd for slaughter on them seize Enemies their sins excite Long unfoyl'd they cannot be Who their conscience thwarting fight More against themselves than Me. Guilt thy Iustice has pursu'd And for Rapin Wealth makes way Tumults grow from multitude Those to confusion betray Though with mutuall forwardness They have set malicious Snares Me in mischief to oppress Be not yet my Ruine theirs Let me not so much debate What they do or what I bear As my Saviour imitate And their Advocate appear That when longer Me to live These extremities forbid Pray Father them forgive For they knew not what they did Tears which to my Misery They deny'd to theirs deplore Which the less they spend for me For themselves they need the more My Blood light not on their Head Who my Crucifixion sought By the fraud of some misled Not by generall malice aught But thou Lord can'st with thy Care Me by suff'rings elevate Where thy Mercy 's have more share Than thy Iustice or Mans hate ODE XXVII Meditations upon Death after the votes of Non-Aadresses and his Majesty's closer Imprisonment in Carisbrook Castle THou that fill'st Heaven and Earth O King of Kings In whom no Death whence Life eternall Springs Who canst our Souls unto the yawning Grave Iustly condemne or mercifully save Better be dead t' our selves in thee survive Than rob'd of Thee and to our selves alive O let the bitter means that aggravate My fall thy Comforts in my Soul dilate If thou art with Me fear shall not assail Though I should walk along Deaths shady Vale. Weak mortall man may with his Fate contend But 't is thy Grace must strength to vanquish lend Thou know'st as Man what 't is to dy with Me Teach me by Death to live my God with Thee Though I should dy I know thou ever liv'st Though thou should'st kill eternall Life thou giv'st O hold not back thy Love more wish'd than Breath O be not far for neere perhaps is Death All the close Snares for my Destruction set Thy Knowledg can disclose thy Power defeat Let me thy will discover that declares The good of Thine through the much ill of theirs As I am Man I beg Thee turn away This Cup as Christian I have learnt to Pray That not my will but thine my God be done Mine into thine resolve and make them One. Let my desires Life with less fervour woe Than thy Commands to suffer or to doe As thou hast pardon'd all my lives frail Errours So thou wilt save me from my Deaths false Terrours Make me content this nothing World to leave That all in thee my All I may receive My Foes their Duty to us both reject Let not thy mindfull Mercyes them neglect What profit by my blood can they obtain To loose their Souls though they my Kingdome gain Though my just Power against my self they bent Let not themselves have their just Punishment Thou by thy Son thy Mercy 's hast ally'd To those Offenders by whom Crucify'd Whil'st violence he suff'red from his Foes Yet for their sakes those wrongs did freely choose O hear the Voice of his acquitting Blood Then the accusing Cryes of mine more loud Let them their sins and thy full mercyes know Not their own Souls deceive and overthrow Tempted by unjust Power extreams t' employ And by fallacious Justice me destroy Cruell as false their mercy's have I found Pretending to defend they seek to wound Their bloody fraud O do not thou pursue But with thy Pity and my Love subdue And for my Blood when Inquisition Thou mak'st in that of thy beloved Son Their Souls polluted yet repentant dy That thy destroying Angel may pass by They think my Realm's too narrow both to hold Let thy wide Mercy me and them infold So by our Saviour reconcil'd to Thee Wee l ' live above ambitious Enmity When their hard heavy Hands press down with harms O let me fall into thy tender Arms. That from my Life 's sad moments what away Is cut thy blest Eternity may pay Lord thy divine Salvation clearly I Have seen in Peace O let thy Servant dy FINIS
Psalterium Carolinum THE DEVOTIONS OF HIS SACRED MAJESTIE IN HIS SOLITUDES AND SUFFERINGS Rendred in Verse Set to Musick for 3 Voices and an Organ or Theorbo By John Wilson Dr. and Musick Professor of Oxford VIIVENERANDAISONES LONDON Printed for John Martin and James Allestrey and are to be sold at the Bell in St. Pauls Church-yard 1657. TO THE GLORY OF GOD THE SACRED MEMORY OF HIS LATE MAIESTIE AND TO THE RIGHT REVEREND CLERGY OF THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND JOHN WILSON Dr. in Musick dedicates this his last of labours Faults escaped in printing which the curteous Reader is desired to amend with his penn In Cantus primus SOng 2 line 1 the first quaver must stand after the second S. 2 l. 3 after the Crochet in Ela must be a prick S. 3. l. 4 after the first Crochet must be another in Ela. S. 8 l. 7 the last Crochet in Befabemie must be sharp S. ibid l. 11 the minnum in Alamire must be in Csolfa S. 9. l. 3 the prick between the two Minnums must be out S. 17 l. 7 the Crochet in Csolfa at the latter end must be in Alamire S. 22. l. 11. next to the prick minnum before the Quaver in Csolfa must be the next in Befabemie S. 26 l. 15 the fist note must be a Crochet and the prick must be out To his friend and formerly fellow-servant to his late Majestie JOHN WILSON Dr. in Musick THat I do love thee friend I now would shew it And do 't in Rhime too though I am no Poet Yet all that I could say would but appear Fruitless and insignificantly here Since nothing truly can thy worth explain But the composures of thine own rich brain Thou need'st no Trumpet to proclaim thy Fame Thy Lyre most sweetly warbles forth thy name Which every one must needs admire that hears Unless he have nor Soul nor Sense nor Ears This tribute all must pay but none can raise Unless he have an equall skill thy praise From long acquaintance and experience I Could tell the World thy known integrity Unto thy Friend thy true and honest heart Ev'n mind good nature all but thy great Art Which I but dully understand who do To shadow't out must have expressions too If with thy merits they proportion keep As high and apt as is thy judgement deep Thus Diamonds Diamonds cut Kings judge of Kings Art cann't be prais'd enough by artless thigns Excuse me then if I have no designs Impossible and needless by these lines So low to raise thy high perfection And light my Candle at thy noon-day Sun I could say much were I with Raptures fir'd Were I as I must think thou art inspir'd For this I know and must say 't to thy praise That thou hast gone in Musick unknown wayes Hast cut a path where there was none before Like Magellan traced an unknown shore Thou taught'st our Language first to speak in Tone Gav'st the right accents and proportion And above all to shew thy excellence Thou understand'st good words and do'st set sense Hadst none to imitate and few will be Able t' express inimitably thee Go on then Phoebus like thine own course runne Fearless of being out-shin'd by a Mock-Sun Doggs at the Moon may barke but never dare Against the glorious Sun so much as stare Go on secure that Wilsons honoured name Shall have as it deserves immortall Fame Call O call back thy resolution Of not composing more Springs allwaies run The World would suffer else and thy great name Be lessen'd then do not bound thy boundless fame But like the Sun still scatter beams of light Nor the whole World and thine own worth benight For sure if men do single Ingots prize They 'll hugg the Mine where all perfection lies HENRY LAWES Psalterium Carolinum CANTVS PRIMVS I. THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults Nor satisfie thy justice or prevent Alwaies the stroaks of thy dire punishment Our hopes ore laid by sin on thee depend For pardon not on our resolves t' amend When by vindictive judgments on us laid Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid And how unsafe it is shown us by these To dare t' offend on after hopes to please Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore which wrong'd we forc't thee snatch away II. THou whose mercies know no bound Pardon my complyant Sin Death in me the guiltless found Who his Refuge should have been To her self and thee my soul Her transgression oâ•Œpen layes Cleanse we from a guilt so foule And thy mercies I shall praise With the crime my heart withstood Did my differing hand comply Yet if Bath'd in thy rich blood Snow my whiteness shall outvye Justice let me learn of thine Who for death unjustly given Future dangers to decline Inâ•Œto greater now am driven III. LOrd thou in heaven and in my heart My witness art If to oppress the innocent I ever meant Then let my foe my life confound And tread my honours to the ground The mists which cosen humane sight Shrinke from thy light The heart and reins thy searching eyes Anatomize Truth wrapt in darkness lost in doubt To day restoring O shine out IIII. TO thee I fly thou sole defence of my invaded innocence Who onely canst the stubborn Main And people more inrag'd restrain The flouds the flouds o'reswell their bounds Dangers my threatned soul surrounds Mine and my Realms inâ•Œiâ•Œquiâ•Œty The tumults tumults of our soules gainst thee These popular Inundations cause That bear down loyâ•Œalty and Lawes But thou to Seas did'st fix a shore And from the deluge earth restore O quel these salâ•Œvage beasts and me From their tumultuous rapines free V. TO thee my God I still appeal Whos 's all discerning eyes reâ•Œveale The clouds that humane thoughts conceale A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects which must now Learn much from them to undergo Thy will be done and ours deni'd When most to thine it seems ally'd And theirs who thee pretend their guide Instruct me wisely to imploy Thy crosses that my hopes destroy As the fulâ•Œfillings of my joy I raised my own fears theirs tabate Unsetled mine to fix their state Who recompence my love with hate VI. OUr Native freedome Lord preserve Which bids our wills thy Will obey Yet from our Conscience never swerve Whilst mens decrees with Law we weigh And Reason nor of ought allow But that to which our judgments bow Where fixt by thee I did reside That Place by Subjects forc'd I quitted Yet for their good my self deny'd In all to my dispose submitted Let no demands in Tumults prest From my consent unjust power wrest VII LOrd those whom thou in vowes hast tied Yet now by distance dost divide Here or in Heaven unite Defend us from deâ•Œspiteâ•Œfull foes And by the sufferings they impose Prepare us for thy sight Though in Religion we dissent Hear our Devotions joyntly bent Thy sacred Truth to finde
thy merits they proportion keep As high and apt as is thy judgement deep Thus Diamonds Diamonds cut Kings judge of Kings Art cann't be prais'd enough by artless thigns Excuse me then if I have no designs Impossible and needless by these lines So low to raise thy high perfection And light my Candle at thy noon-day Sun I could say much were I with Raptures fir'd Were I as I must think thou art inspir'd For this I know and must say 't to thy praise That thou hast gone in Musick unknown wayes Hast cut a path where there was none before Like Magellan traced an unknown shore Thou taught'st our Language first to speak in Tone Gav'st the right accents and proportion And above all to shew thy excellence Thou understand'st good words and do'st set sense Hadst none to imitate and few will be Able t' express inimitably thee Go on then Phoebus like thine own course runne Fearless of being out-shin'd by a Mock-Sun Doggs at the Moon may barke but never dare Against the glorious Sun so much as stare Go on secure that Wilsons honoured name Shall have as it deserves immortall Fame Call O call back thy resolution Of not composing more Springs allwaies run The World would suffer else and thy great name Be lessen'd then do not bound thy boundless fame But like the Sun still scatter beams of light Nor the whole World and thine own worth benight For sure if men do single Ingots prize They 'll hugg the Mine where all perfection lies HENRY LAWES TO THE GLORY OF GOD THE SACRED MEMORY OF HIS LATE MAIESTIE AND TO THE RIGHT REVEREND CLERGY OF THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND JOHN WILSON D. in Musick dedicates this his last of labours Faults escaped in printing which the curteous Reader is desired to amend with his penn In Cantus secundus SOng 2. l. 6 after the Minnum must be a minnum rest S. 5. l. 10. to the last Crochet wants a prick S. 6. l. 7. the beginning must be a Minnum rest S. 10. l. 1. the Crochet must be in Alamire which is in F. fa ut S. 17. l. 18. he Minnum in C-fol-fa sharp S. 24 l. 3. next the prick Crochet must be two Quavers S. 27. l. 8. next the first Minnum must be a prick Psalterium Carolinum CANTVS SECVNDVS I THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults Nor satisfie thy justice or prevent Alwaies the stroaks of thy dire punishment Our hopes orelaid by sin on thee depend For pardon not on our resolves t' amend When by vindictive judgements on us layd Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid And how ' unsafe it is shown us by these To dare t' offend on after hopes to please Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore which wrong'd we forc'd thee snatch away II THou whose mercies know no bound Pardon my compliant sin Death in me the guiltless found Who his refuge should have been To her self and thee my soul Her transâ•Œgresâ•Œsion oâ•Œpen laies Cleanse me from a guilt so foule And thy merâ•Œcies I shall praise With the crime my heart withstood Did my differing hand comply Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood Snow my whiteness shall outvie Justice let me learn of thine Who for death unjustly given Future dangers to decline Into greater now am driven III. LOrd thou in Heaven and in my heart My witness art If to oppress the innocent I ever meant Then let the foe my life confound And tread my Honours to the ground The Mists which cozen humane sight Shrink from thy light The heart and reines thy searching eyes Anatomize Truth wrapt in darknesse lost in doubt To day restoring O shine out III. TO thee I fly thou sole defence Of my invaded innocence Who onely canst the stubborn Main And people more enrag'd restrain The floods the floods or'e swell their bounds Danger my threatned soul surrounds Mine and my realms iniquity The tumults tumults of our souls ' gainst thee These popular innundations cause That bear down Loyalty and Lawes But thou to Seas didst fix a shore And from the Deluge Earth restore O quell these salvage Beasts And me from their tumultuous Rapines free V TO thee my God I still appeal Whos 's all discerning eyes reveal The clouds that humane thoughts conceal A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects which must now Learn much from them to undergo Thy will be done and ours deny'd When most to thine it seems ally'd And theirs who thee pretend their guide Instruct me wisely to imploy Thy crosses that my hopes destroy As the fulâ•Œfillings of my joy I raised my own fears theirs tabate Unsetled mine to fix their state Who recompence my love with hate VI. OUr Native freedome Lord preserve Which bids our wills thy Will obey Yet from our Conscience never swerve Whilst mens Decrees with Law we weigh And Reason nor of ought allow But that to which our judgments bow Where fixt by thee I did reside That Place by Subjects forc'd I quitted Yet for their good my self deny'd In all to my dispose submitted Let no demands in Tumults prest From my consent unjust power wrest VII LOrd those whom thou in Vowes hast tied Yet now by distance dost divide Here or in Heaven unite Defend us from deâ•Œspiteâ•Œfull foes And by the sufferings they impose Prepare us for thy sight Though in Religion we dissent Hear our Devotions joyntly bent Thy sacred Truth to finde Love in our equal hearts inâ•Œfuse Of thee and him who us t' excuse His sinless life resign'd VIII WHo vengeance on my wrongs hast shewn And by my foes my foes or'ethrown Let not his fall invite My soul by close delight To make thy just revenge her own Thou hast reverted on his head The mischief he for others spread Unwish'd unask'd by me That all the earth might see Thou didst my cause in judgment plead I will not dare not imprecate The like on all that bear me hate No to their souls dispence Pardon and penitence Charg'd with no due afâ•Œflictions weight Deprive me not of Theams so fit for mercy But their sins remit Whose bold demerit climbes Next those ungratefull crimes Of which thou me art pleas'd t'acquit IX THrough humane clouds thy Rayes Like lightning glide No prejudice thy sentence swayes For knowledge is thy judgments guide The proud my soul oppose And slight thy Lawes Help Lord for many are my foes They hate me yet without a cause I never did thou knowst these broyles begin In which though I adventure most yet I am certain least to win But oft deplor'd and strove with care t' avoyd My life such dangers could not love Better to save than kill employ'd My other suff'rings far their Calumnie outweighs who tell the world this War my greatest crosse was rais'd by me Yet this by silence I to men would own Might it their malice satisâ•Œfie whilst thou my innoâ•Œcence hast knowne X. OH my
Wilsons honoured name Shall have as it deserves immortall Fame Call O call back thy resolution Of not composing more Springs allwaies run The World would suffer else and thy great name Be lessen'd then do not bound thy boundless fame But like the Sun still scatter beams of light Nor the whole World and thine own worth benight For sure if men do single Ingots prize They 'll hugg the Mine where all perfection lies Psalterium Carolinum CANTVS SECVNDVS I THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults Nor satisfie thy justice or prevent Alwaies the stroaks of thy dire punishment Our hopes orelaid by sin on thee depend For pardon not on our resolves t' amend When by vindictive judgements on us layd Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid And how ' unsafe it is shown us by these To dare t' offend on after hopes to please Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore which wrong'd we forc'd thee snatch away II THou whose mercies know no bound Pardon my compliant sin Death in me the guiltless found Who his refuge should have been To her self and thee my soul Her transâ•Œgresâ•Œsion oâ•Œpen laies Cleanse me from a guilt so foule And thy merâ•Œcies I shall praise With the crime my heart withstood Did my differing hand comply Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood Snow my whiteness shall outvie Justice let me learn of thine Who for death unjustly given Future dangers to decline Into greater now am driven III. LOrd thou in Heaven and in my heart My witness art If to oppress the innocent I ever meant Then let my foe my life confound And tread my Honours to the ground The Mists which cozen humane sight Shrink from thy light The heart and reines thy searching eyes Anatomize Truth wrapt in darknesse lost in doubt To day restoring O shine out IIII. TO thee I fly thou sole defence Of my invaded innocence Who onely canst the stubborn Main And people more enrag'd restrain The floods the floods or'e swell their bounds Danger my threatned soul surrounds Mine and my realms iniquity The tumults tumults of our souls ' gainst thee These popular innundations cause That bear down Loyalty and Lawes But thou to Seas didst fix a shore And from the Deluge Earth restore O quell these salvage Beasts And me from their tumultuous Rapines free V TO thee my God I still appeal Whos 's all discerning eyes reveal The clouds that humane thoughts conceal A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects which must now Learn much from them to undergo Thy will be done and ours deny'd When most to thine it seems ally'd And theirs who thee pretend their guide Instruct me wisely to imploy The crosses that my hopes destroy As the fulâ•Œfillings of my joy I rais'd my own fears theirs t' abate Unsetled mine to fix their state Who recompence my love with hate VI. OUr Native freedome Lord preserve Which bids our wills thy Will obey Yet from our Conscience never swerve Whilst mens Deâ•Œcrees with Law we weigh And Reason nor of ought allow But that to which our judgments bow Where fix'd by thee I did reside That Place by Subjects forc'd I quitted Yet for their good my self deny'd In all to my dispose submitted Let no demands in Tumults prest From my consent unjust power wrest VII LOrd those whom thou in Vowes hast tied Yet now by distance dost divide Here or in Heaven unite Defend us from deâ•Œspiteâ•Œfull foes And by the sufferings they impose Prepare us for thy sight Though in Religion we dissent Hear our Devotions joyntly bent Thy sacred Truth to finde Love in our equal hearts inâ•Œfuse Of thee and him who us t' excuse His sinless life resign'd VIII WHo vengeance on my wrongs hast shewn And by my foes my foes or'ethrown Let not his fall invite My soul by close delight To make thy just revenge her own Thou hast reverted on his head The mischief he for others spread Unwish'd unask'd by me That all the earth might see Thou didst my cause in judgment plead I will not dare not imprecate The like on all that bear me hate No to their souls dispence Pardon and penitence Charg'd with no due afâ•Œflictions weight Deprive me not of Theams so fit for mercy But their sins remit Whose bold demerit climbes Next those ungratefull crimes Of which thou me art pleas'd t'acquit IX THrough humane clouds thy Rayes Like lightning glide No prejudice thy sentence swayes For knowledge is thy judgments guide The proud my soul oppose And slight thy Lawes Help Lord for many are my foes They hate me yet without a cause I never did thou knowest knowst these broyles begin In which though I adventure most yet I am certain least to win But oft deplor'd and strove with care t' avoyd My life such dangers could not love Better to save than kill employ'd My other suff'rings far their Calumnie outweighs who tell the world this War my greatest crosse was rais'd by me Yet this by silence I to men would own Might it their malice satisâ•Œfie whilst thou my innoâ•Œcence hast knowne X. OH my God to thee I fly stronger than the enemy Heaven nor Earth are wisht by me In comparison of thee Let me be when all deny'd More than all by thee supply'd Haste to help thou fail'st not those who their trust in thee repose XI ETernal wisdom arm'd with might With truth and right my Reason clear To which so make my will adhere No threats may from their dictates fright Thou didst not raise me to a Throne To barr me common liâ•Œberâ•Œty Shall that be nam'd a crime in me Which others as a vertue own Unjustly they their King deny The freedome which all mortals claim Whilst even themselves exact the same With partial pertiâ•Œnaâ•Œcity To thee I pray who through the Maze Of my own thoughts and suits like snares spred to involve my soul in cares Canst surely guide make plain thy waies XII THy mercies Lord hence in displeasure fled On me and my torn Kingdoms I implore Whose losse we both too justly merited But never can deserve thou shouldst restore Thou seest the cruelty that Christians use In the false colours of Religion dy'd As if the name of Christians they should lose Unless they one another crucify'd Since we thy Truth and Charity despis'd Error and Hatred now their room possess My God O pardon those thou hast chastis'd Our wounds with penitential balme redresse Make not our sufferings less in thy esteeme And to our Conscience let our sinns appear As they i' th' mirror of thy judgements seem Which to small crimes are never so severe XIII MY troubles Lord are multiâ•Œply'd O succour the distrest in simplest truth thy Servant guide The wisest Interest From the associate strength of Foes Be thou my just defence Who for the Serpents craft depose The Doves white innocence Though to oppress me they agree Combin'd in mutuall aid Let not my
so he calls them the comforts of David The Parallel gave occasion to this attempt and that inaccessible perfection of Language in which they were first cloath'd will justifie to the World that there could not be any possible encouragement to this undertaking more than that of a pious Duty to the sacred memory of the Author and a particular Devotion to declare my self SIR Your Majesties most Loyal and Obedient Subject THO. STANLEY Psalterium Carolinum ODE I. Vpon his Majestie 's calling the Parliament THou Lord hast made us see that pious thoughts Of future reformation for past faults Nor satisfie thy justice or prevent Alwaies the strokes of thy dire punishment Our hopes ore-laid by sin on thee depend For pardon not on our Resolves t' amend When by vindictive judgements on us laid Thou hast thy glory in our shame displaid And how unsafe it is shewn us by these To dare t' offend on after hopes to please Thy mercies then I trust the blessings may Restore which wrong'd we forc'd thee snatch away Who early penitence for sin deni'd Now mourn for remedies too late apply'd Yet as my Aims were right I not repent That I this later Councell did convent Th' insuing Miseries have for our sin The sad effects of thy just anger bin And through thy mercy may preparatives Of future blessings be and better lives Stript of all else teach us by them to thrive That as thy Staff thy Rod may comfort give If with afflictions patience thou bestow The stroaks are of a Father not a Foe Nor shall I then the ills this Councell wrought Repent by them to true repentance brought Our sufferings with thy Grace far more we prize Than our own peace with our impieties Sole Good and Wise our hearts as Councells steare That the worst things we from thy justice bear To better by thy mercy us inure Poyson'd with Antidotes with poison cure So we by sins of Peace to War inclin'd Through this sad war thy happy peace may finde Whilst I though troubles here perplex my raign May in my heart and in thy Heav'n attain That Crown of Peace which Christ hath bought thou Wilt on thy servant for his sake bestow ODE II. Vpon the Earl of Strafford's death Thou whose mercies know no bound Pardon my compliant sin Death in me the guiltless found Who his Refuge should have bin To her self and thee my Soul Her transgression open laies Cleanse me from a guilt so foul And thy mercies I shall praise With the crime my heart withstood Did my differing hand comply Yet if bath'd in thy rich blood Snow my whitenesse shall outvy Justice let me learn of thine Who for death unjustly given Future dangers to decline Into greater now am driven Nor by partiall judgements sway'd Let me with thy will dispence Once too oft I was betray'd Man to appease and thee incense Nor brib'd by Interest let me My misguided heart withdraw From my conscience and from thee Thou my Iudge and that my Law To thy joy my Soul unite And my ready will submit To thy spirits saving light Truth my heart and actions knit Lord to the interceding Voice Of my Saviours blood encline O make me and mine rejoyce And the broken bones rejoyn ODE III. Vpon his Majesties going to the house of Commons LOrd thou in Heav'n and in my heart My witnesse art If to oppresse the Innocent I ever meant Then let the Foe my life confound And tread my Honours to the ground The mists which cozen humane sight Shrink from thy light The Heart and Reins thy searching eies Anatomize Truth wrapt in darknesse lost in doubt To day restoring O shine out Nor guilty in the ills I bear Let me appear Though innocence from their success My foes profess Yet pardon what amiss they do Ev'n in this World unpunish'd too From ills that rage or seem to sleep Thy servant keep As to this crime my hands are white My heart upright Plead thou my cause just Iudge defend me And joy in thy salvation send me ODE IIII. Vpon the insolency of the Tumults TO thee I fly thou sole defence Of my invaded innocence Who onely canst the stubborn Main And people more enrag'd restrain The floods the floods or'e-swell their bounds Danger my threatned soul surrounds Mine and my Realms iniquity The tumults of our souls gainst thee These popular inundations cause That bear down Loyalty and Lawes But thou to Seas didst fix a shore And from the Deluge Earth restore O quell these salvage Beasts and me From their tumultuous Rapines free In all our Councells once again Let peace and equall freedome raign That Reason and Religion may Our Hearts as Men and Christians sway And we thy sacred name shall blesse Who canst what men design represse Instruct their Leaders to repent Be Shame not Death their punishment Errours with Truth Passion with Reason Schisms with Love with Laws bound Treason That like thy City We in one May meet This grant for thy dear Son ODE V. Vpon his Majesties passing the Bill for Trienniall Parliaments TO thee my God I still appeal Whos 's all discerning eyes reveal The clouds that humane thoughts conceal A heart thou gav'st me to bestow Much on my Subjects which must now Learn much from them to undergo Thy will be done and ours deny'd When most to thine it seems ally'd And theirs who thee pretend their guid Instruct me wisely to employ The Crosses that my hopes destroy As the fullfillings of my joy I rais'd my own feares theirs t' abate Unsetled mine to fix their State Who recompence my love with hate In this darke Storme my Pilot be Which to make home nor suffers me Nor elsewere with security My life thou safely canst dispose Circled by friends or toss'd by those Who poyson what my love bestowes My bounty they I thine abuse Such Grace such Penitence infuse We may not injure thou accuse May I their errours rightly see By their ingratitude to me Wisely reforming mine to thee That though from temporall blessings thrown By sinns of others for my own Thy mercies may my sufferings crown ODE VI. Vpon his Majesties retirement from Westminster OUR native freedome Lord preserve Which bids our wills thy will obey Yet from our Conscience never swerve Whil'st mens Decrees with Law we weigh And Reason nor of ought allow But that to which our judgements bow Where fix'd by thee I did reside That place by Subjects forc'd I quitted Yet for their good my self deny'd In all to my dispose submitted Let no Demands in Tumults prest From my consent unjust pow'r wrest The greatest mischeif of my Foes Teach me with joy to entertain Ere the least sin that they propose The whiteness of my Conscience stain Iust freedome let thy People have Yet not my Soul be made a Slave Thou hast dispos'd me to a Throne And with a Crown my Temples deckt The reason which from thee I owne Let others Passions not subject So shall my
truth with thee comply Though them I cannot satisfie Whilst I by their injurious wrath With violence am forc'd away Guide thou my steps nor from the path Of Truth and Justice let me stray For which my troubles now increase But they at last shall crown my Peace ODE VII Vpon the Queens departure and absence out of England LOrd those whom thou in Vowes hast ty'd Yet now by distance dost divide Here or in Heav'n unite Defend Us from despightfull Foes And by the sufferings they impose Prepare Us for thy sight Though in Religion we dissent Hear our Devotions jointly bent Thy sacred Truth to finde Love in our equall hearts infuse Of thee and him who us to excuse His sinless life resign'd With judgement and desire endue Goodness to know and to pursue These in our Souls prevent Ere Disobedience Harbour win Or Blindness be not that our sin Nor this our punishment O let no Truth my Foes profess Be blemish'd by the wickedness That in their actions thrives May Mine and others Constancy An Antidote more pow'rfull be Against their poys ' nous lives Let that sole Faith thou do'st approve In Loyall Peace and humble Love Their native dresse appear Not in the loathsome black disguise Of new Rebellious Heresies Which they would force her weare That she whom Vowes make part of me Thy sacred saving Truth may see From humane Drosse refin'd And in that Christall Glass display'd The mercies in his Blood convey'd Whose life his Precepts sign'd May knowledge of Earths vain delights Ecclips'd by unexpected Nights By sudden Stormes ore-cast Enflame our Spirits with desire To those Celestiall joyes t' aspire Which time shall never wast ODE VIII Vpon his Majesties repulse at Hull and the Fates of the Hothams WHO vengeance on my wrongs hast showne And by my Foes my Foes ore thrown Let not his fall invite My Soul by close delight To make thy just revenge her own Thou hast reverted on his head The mischiefs he for others spread Unwish'd unask'd by me That all the Earth may see Thou did'st my Cause in judgement plead I will not dare not imprecate The like on all that bear me hate No to their Souls dispence Pardon and Penitence Charg'd wth no due afflictions weight Deprive me not of Theams so fit For Mercy but their sinns remit Whose bold Demerit climbs Next those ungratefull Crimes Of which thou Me art pleas'd t'acquit Their Sinns be to their Conscience prest In Sorrow not in Iudgement drest The Thunder that was thrown So dreadfully at one Be a just terror to the rest Fear with repentant Knowledge joyn Of their malitious black Designe That to thy mercies they Finding the spacious way May thy devouring Wrath decline Lord send thy Truth and Mercy down In them set fast thy servants Throne Let Peace and Iustice meet With mutuall Kisses greet And prop my never fading Crown Be to our pray'r for Foes intent Whom when thy foes thou didst prevent With offer'd Clemency Sending thy Son to dye For them who on his Death were bent ODE IX Vpon the Listing and Raising Armies against the King THrough humane clouds thy Raies like Lightning glide No prejudice thy Sentence swaies For Knowledge is thy Iudgements guide The proud my Soul oppose And slight thy Lawes Help Lord for many are my Foes They hate me yet without a cause I never did thou know'st These Broiles begin In which though I adventure most Yet I am certain least to winn But oft deplor'd and strove With care t' avoid My life such dangers could not love Better to save than kill imploy'd My other sufferings far Their Calumnie Outweighs who tell the World this war My greatest cross was rais'd by Me. Yet this by silence I Willingly could own Might it their malice satisfie Whilst thou my innocence hast known Deceitfull Murtherers shall Thy Vengeance finde Already some by timeless fall Are barr'd the fruit their Rage design'd Who War affect suppress My God arise Lift up thy self my Foes increase Pregnant with Mischief Sin and Lies My Life and Conscience they At once invade Let that to their fierce Rage a Prey Ere this to thy just Wrath be made My clearness Refuge claims Yet if my Blood Can onely quench my Kingdoms flames Let my own Subjects sluce the Flood But O the Blood of Me their sinfull King Washt in my guiltless Saviours be Thy mercies unexhausted Spring When Death thy Wrath t' appease I undergo My People from this sinn release Forgive They know not what they do ODE X. Vpon the seizing the Kings Magazins Forts Navy and Militia O my God to thee I fly Stronger than the Enemy Heaven nor Earth are wish'd by me In comparison of thee Let me be when All deny'd More than All by thee supply'd Hast to help thou failst not those Who their trust in thee repose Rob'd of Pow'r to check their Will Who are blindly led to Kill By pretences to Protect I to thee my Eyes erect Help thou need'st not nor shall I Whilst thou dost not thine deny To subdue or undergo If Successe thou not bestow Nor my safety wilt allow To thy judgement see I bow Which upon thy Children fall Nothing I so thou be all Kings are unsecure that boast In the number of an Hoast But thy numerous Mercies are Our defence O God of War Dangers on each side press neer Help and Man I shall not fear My distresses glory I To thy justice will apply Glorify'd thy Mercy be In my safe delivery By my sinns ' gainst thee I fought And to robb thy Glory sought Though thy Subject by my own Justly me thou migh'st unthrone But break forth nor let the Foe Boast his God no strength can show In thy paths my footsteps guide Suffer not my feet to slide As thine Eye my Soul defend And thy shady wing extend From the wicked that oppose And with Malice me inclose To those joyes my conduct be Which in fullness wait on thee ODE XI Vpon the Nineteen Propositions sent to the King ETernall wisedom armd with might With Truth and Right my Reason clear To which so make my will adhere No threats may from their Dictates fright Thou did'st not raise me to a Throne To barre me common liberty Shall that be nam'd a crime in me Which others as a vertue owne Unjustly they their King deny The freedom which all mortalls claim Whilst ev'n themselves exact the same With partiall pertinacity To thee I pray who through the maze Of my own thoughts and suits like snares Spread to involve my soul in cares Canst surely guide make plain thy waies Let not my Passions cloud thy light Thy Word my Rule thy Praise my End To all I cannot will not bend To some Thee pleas'd all else I slight Who Plots unweav'st and the Self-wise Entangl'st in their own designe To thy wise Truth my soul incline And mens esteeme I shall despise The lesse my wisedom shall appear More thine that guide'st me shines whilst