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death_n	law_n	sin_n	sting_n	14,375	5	12.1860	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02597	King Iames his encomium· Or A poeme, in memorie and commendation of the high and mightie monarch Iames; King of great Britaine. France, and Ireland &c. our late soveraigne, who deceased at Theobalds. vpon Sunday the 27. of March. 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun, of Silvertown-hill	Hamilton, Francis, of Silvertown-hill.	1626 (1626)	STC 12726; ESTC S105969	15,621	34

And pray that in King Charles thou doe restore him Restore him in such vertues and such grace Elisha-like in good Eliah's place With double portion of thy holy Spirit Confirming Faith conferring grace to vnite His whole affection both of soule and heart Rightly to thee so that they never part Make the good motions of thy Spirite him guide Supreame Essence who can not bee divide Thy wings bee his protection grace and power In the assalt of all temptations houre And if his sinnes which God forbid become Notorious blacke or thicke or darke or dimme Or like such clowdes as doth the Sunne obscure Dissolve them Lord and let not them endure King of all Kings so make thy mercies shine In through and by Christ that he knowe hee is thine So that hee doe repent returne amend In wisedome love faith zeale till life shall end New gifts new graces daylie to him grant In such aboundance so that hee nought want Incresse in him what 's good and take away All sinne which may his soule seduce or slay Most mighty Lord from throne of mercies grace Exempt him not so that thou hyde thy Face Stand by him Lord and save him from such errour Of mind as may procure his conscience terrour From damn'd defection and from all disgrace Good Lord deliver Charles in each case Remember not his sinnes but pardon give Exalt him by thy grace and him relieve From danger of all foes ' gainst him repine Who would him trap in traines which they propine Bee his defence against all stormes and charmes Remember Lord to keepe him in thine armes From all assalts bee thou his strong refuge Save him from all temptations and from grudge Grant Lord he cause amend what is amisse In all his Kingdomes so that thou doe blesse Both him and them and all to him belong Maintaine vs and avenge vs of foes wrong Except they doe repent amend returne And so leave off to make thy Saints to mourne The royall reigne of Charles wee recommend To thee O Lord of Hostes O Lord defend In right Religion his royall Realmes all His subject Princes Nobles great and small His forraine Friends and favorits reward And vnto all pertaine him bee a guard His generous Gentles blesse thou whosoever His loyall subjects that they not swerve nor sever Prevent him and all his from Heaven above With saving grace with mercie peace and love In all temptations houre must come to try Thy Saints on Earth who doe on thee rely O let not foes prevaile gainst thee nor Atheists Nor none of their owne merite-vaunting Papists Robbing the Lord of Love and life his glorie With Soule-ficke-fairded fictions making sorie Praying and causing others for to pray In tongues vnknowne not knowing what they say Suffer not foes sinne Satan so t'assalt That thine from thee or slide or fall or halt From feare or force of forraine foes or plots Preserve King Charles and his from all their shots And from their craftie carriage which is knowne Now to bee like to bladders which are blowne Conspyring ' gainst our King and Countries good Exulting when by errours they illude Abusing sacred Name calde Iesuites Who rather ought to bee calde Gibeonites Deluding men with worse than rotten bread In stead of such as Soules and bodies feed Respecting the proud Pope and his curst traine More than Christs glorie which they doe restraine Whilst craftelie they derogate from Christ And arrogate vnto their perverse Priest Distich King Charles takes vp what did King Iames lay downe Three Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne On King Iames the defunct dead to sinne and living for ever to righteousnesse On the liuing King Charles dying to sinne living and to live for ever to righteousnesse On the perverse Pope living to sinne dying and to dye for ever to righteousnesse except he repent and convert to the Trueth Francis Hamiltoun his first Essay Feb. 7. 1626. ⁂ A Poeticall Ecphrase and Paraphrase on the 13 verse of the 14 chapter of S. Iohns Revelation SAying to me from Heaven a voice hear I Write Blest are they which in the Lord doe die From hence foorth yea the Sprit sayes for they rest Them from their labours and their workes whilst blest Doe follow them * even their reward is such According to their workes litle or much Not for their workes for they doe much debord From the commands and will of Christ our Lord Although good workes from his good Sprit proceed And as from him are perfect workes indeed Yet in all mortall men by sinfull nature Are more or lesse infect'd with sinnes foule feature And as in sinfull man they cannot merite That man the ioyes of Heaven for aye inherite Through faith in Christ our Saviour God and Man Heavens ioyes we gaine which Christ vnto vs wan Yet must we have good workes as fruit which show The goodnesse of the tree whereon they grow Least wee bee lyke to fruitlesse trees which cut Are cast in fyre For to each tree its roote The axe is layd and if they bring not foorth Good fruit they are cut downe as nothing woorth But to be cast in hell amongst the Divels The Authors and suggesters of our evils The triumph of every true Christian defunct O death where is thy sting O grave where is thy victorie now shaw O all your strength through sinne was in Gods Law Which Christ fulfil'd My King Through faith which Christ inspired by his Sprit I now with him doe rest And shall aye praise my God and Saviour sweet No more with sinne opprest Song to the comfort of every true Christian BLyth may he be though his death doe arrest him Hath his sinnes dash'd out of the bookes of accounting Blyth may he be though his friends haue opprest him Finds by true faith true spirituall ioyes surmounting Earthly things though prompt in pomp like to flowres are fading When the Arch-Angell soundeth his Trumpe no time for dissuading Death when past brings at last either ioy or sorrow Then respect doth neglect one moment to morrow Time then is gone and no more can returne Time can no more as then deiect nor advaunce thee Heaven or in Hell man must dwell ioy or mourne Even as a tree cut downe to dye shall thy death inhaunce thee Chaunce and Fortune haue no place God for all provideth Sinfull life or mercies grace makes what man betideth Life or death after breath from which is no returning God doth guide and provide mirth for those are mourning If thou to day heare his voyce who doth says Better now thou weepe for sinne nor to laugh for pleasure Banish therefore away all shifts of delay Turne repent thee with teares to be kept in his treasure Mind'st thou to haue knock seeke and craue for the time is sliding Knock he wil open seek thou shalt find aske whiles thy Lord is biding He will grant thou nought want who so deare hath bought thee He will redresse thy distresse who

so much hath sought thee Goe then and count though thy sinnes doe amount The sand of the sea like red crimfie thou repenting Thy faith shall surmount or them thou recount If thy abode bee with God who likes not thy tormenting Whiter then the whitest snow he shall make thy being Who obedience to his law craues but not thy dying As he liveth so he sweareth he hath no delight in Sinners death if from wrath they returne or smiten Loe as a Hen calls her Birds to defend He calling cries more then twice or thrice for repentance Harden not thy heart least he depart in end And sometime thou heare in thine eare this fearefull sentence Goe yee cursed into hell where damned Divels are dying And from heaven he you repell for your sinnes and lying Kisse his sonne our Saviour sweet Brace him by returning Rest at your redeemers feet till he end your mourning What though a day or a month or a yeare Crosse thy desires with imagin'd discontentings Can not the change of an houre from all feare Crowne thy delights with ten thousand true contentings Worldly honour beautie wealth like vnto flowres are fading Painted pleasures posting pelfe from true ioyes disswading But when grace guides there place then in seemly sorting Loue faith truth zeale and ruth makes them all comforting What if at morne at noone-tide or evening Thy God shall recall thee art thou not content than Time to regard when he is befreanding Think not that hee 'l saue thee without thy consent man Turne he from thee looke for wrath for he is all-seeing No repentance after death but aye life or dying Heav'n or in Hell man must dwell thence is no returning Glore or griefe without reliefe alwayes ioy or mourning Make thy abode in this world with thy God By faith feare loue zeale prayer praise and repenting Thy sinnes which blinds thy soule with such loade As seeme gainst heav'n with the Divels or their evils indenting Wouldst thou ring with thy King in heav'n at his appearance Heere thou must fight as a Christian knight by faith perseverance Triumphs ioyes fred from noyes there we will finde aye byding Crownes of glore evermore which are never slyding Then new heaven and new earth when gone's all breath Create shall be by infinitie both former not remembred In the towne of renowne where is no death Saints shall dwell fred from hell and be no more dismembred Saint Iohn saw that towne out of heaven coming downe new Ierusalem From God prepared in this compared to Methusalem The spoyler of death where is no wrath as a bride for her husband Full of glory and ioy Loue freeing from noy many thousand There Saints shall remaine where is nothing filthy The Citie pure gold like glasse free from mould transparant The foundation of the walles of the Citie Were garnish'd with all sorts of precious stones apparant 1 Iasper 2 Saphyr 3 Chalcedone 4 Emeraude 5 Sardonixe 6 Sardius one 7 Chrysolite 8 Beril 9 Topas one 10 Chrysophras 11 Iacinth 12 Amethist stone Twelue gates twelue pearles each gate of one pearle was apparant And the streets of the Citie pure gold as glasse transparant God and the Lambe are the Temple therein There no need of the Sunne nor shining moone where Tri-unitie For the glorie of God did it lighten And the Lambe is the light thereof most bright Infinitie And the people sav'd shall there be receav'd shall walk in its light the kings of the earth shal bring after death to it their glory might the gates of it shal by day not be shut for there shal be no night there And the honor glore of the gentils evermore vnto it shal be brought there There shall enter in it nothing vncleane Nor that doth work lies falshood to lurke or abhomination But onely those who are written and seene In the Lambs book of life where is no strife there rests al contentation In him who belieue was dead and doth liue for aye in his purchesse Who hath an eare let him heare what the spirit sayth vnto the Churchs To him that overcommeth To him will I giue for ever to liue and with me to haue abode And to eate of the tree of life we shal see in the midst of the paradice of God Exhortation to all true Christians for the praising of our Saviour KIng CHARLES our King come now and sing Exult for ioy before thy King The King of Kings thy God and Lord And let thy soule and heart accord To magnifie and to extoll Thy King who doth his foes controll Mine heart reioyceth whiles I heare How Christian like thou doest thee beare Obedience offering to Christs will By life and conversation still The sacrifice of Thankesgiving With prayers offring to thy King Through Iesus Christ thy Saviour sweete Who thee protecteth with his Sprite When God King David had advaunced Before Gods Arke good David daunced With all his might for he reiosed In God in whom he still reposed Great Britaine with the Ocean sea Inviron'd come now and with me Sing praise and glore to Christ our Lord Who grace peace mercie doth affoord Come learned and come Laickes all Come Nobles Gentles great and small Come rich come poore come every creature Conformed in true Christian feature Now let vs sing in songs the praise Of God who Charles our King doth raise And doth devouring pests repell Captiving Satan Sinne Death Hell The World and whatsoe're gaine-stood His glorie through his precious blood Who by the power of his Sprite Doth his owne Saints to him vnite Come Scotland and exult for ioy Praise Christ who doth prevent thy noy And Charles thy Soveraigne Lord hath sent Apparent perils to prevent Come Edinburgh renown'd for worth The towne wherein I had my birth Thou Citie situate on a mountaine Wherein doth flow the liuely fountaine Of Christs Evangell for whom Christ Is Sacrifice and King and Priest Come come all Christians true resound The praise and glorie so profound Of God our Lord of Christ our King Who moff triumphantly doth raigne Let men and Angels all agree To praise his glorious Maiestie Extoll the name of Christ our Lord And from his will doe not debord O Christians true O Saints of God Whiles heere on earth you haue abode Suffer for Christ and for his sake If need require all things forsake Which doth to mortall life pertaine For he doth all in all containe Who every moment doth thee view For loue of Christ O Christian true If need require if iust occasion Affoord thy liues sincere oblation O Christian rather then thou slide From Iesus Christ who from his side His royall precious blood made fall To saue the faithfull great or small Who doe beleeue in him through grace Sent by his Sprit for to deface Satan sinne shame the world death hell That such with him may alwayes dwell Forsake thy father and thy mother Forsake thy sister and thy brother Forsake thy children health wealth wife Thy credite and thy mortall life Or whatsoever's to thee deere Loe he shall recompence thee heere And hence give million millions more Which he in heav'n hath layd in store For thee true Christian and for thine An Oceant of true ioyes propine Surpassing thought of mortall man For let man thinke all that he can And speeke and write it to define Man in this life can not attaine Vnto the thousand millions part Which he shall haue in soule and heart When the Arch-Angell shall with sound Of Trumpet raise the dead from ground And Christ with his eternall sentence Shall doome pronounce when as repentance Shall after that no time receaue Though damn'd could giue what Christ did craue Then after that there 's be no time For time shall then run out of time As doth that Angell testifie To Iohn whom Iohn in traunce did see Which sware by him who life vs giveth For ever and for ever liveth Who Heav'n earth sea and all therein Created Who subdued sinne Through Iesus Christ and his great store Of grace That time shall be no more Come all true Christians now whiles time Doth pardon to your sinnes proclaime Returne againe to Christ our Lord And from his will no more debord Come come and ioyfully resound The praise of Christ who doth abound In loue in mercie peace and grace And shall make vs to see his face In ioy and glory who contend ' Gainst sinne and Satan till hee end This mortall life and to vs giue For evermore with him to liue Michael the Dragon cast from Heav'n And Babels whoore shall al 's bee driven And dashed strongly downe to dust The Antichrist whom God hath curst O she is fallen in Gods sight And daily falling through his might The glorie of her pompe and pride Must yeeld to Christ and to his Bride Gods Israel O Christians true Come shoute for ioy and still renue A battery to proud Babels wall Till that presumptuous Harlot fall Would God mine eyes might see her dash'd And dung to dust who long hath fash'd The Bride of Christ O Lord of might Grant we may shortly see that sight O mightie Lord delay not long Behold thy little ones in throng And front of battell fighting still Attending thy command and will How long how long remember Lord Thy Saints with whom we doe accord Vnder thy throne who call and cry How long how long doest thou delay For to avenge vs of our wrongs But thou Lord know'st what best belongs Vnto thy glorie which fulfill According to thine holy will Rev. 1.10.11 Rev. 10.5.6