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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26246	A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ...	Austin, Samuel, d. ca. 1665.	1661 (1661)	Wing A4257; ESTC R38675	9,307	29

there to stick Or as if both combin'd in one To make Charles equall with the Sun And so he doth appear In this our Hemisphear He comes with Scepter in His hand All at his Sole command Under a Canopy Moving as 't were insensibly Ev'n as the Sun His motion 's such That seeming runs on th' Earth but doth not touch And when it sets doth as 't were fall on th' ground But never is there found I but a corner had to try And view His Majesty And this such glory doth befit Stars are best seen through chinks or in a pit Thus Charles he states it to the Hall Where let each sense turn Festival May ev'ry dish promp acute delight Unto his appetite There let him sit and feed And think upon a Royal seed Great Sir You are not one That 's made great for Your self alone A King should still be seen In a Relation to a Queen 'T is no offence or trouble For great ones to lye double Nor for Astronomers but for Kings to pry Into the Wed lock sense of Gemini Oh! may Your Sun full soon Confesse a Moon And own a Queen Whose grace by Your beam may be seen That what you give to us by day of light May be alone to Her confin'd by night To Us Your Majesty and Grace To Her Your special Love and Face Thus you 'le be a Sun generous While You enlighten Her and Us. And may She Crowned be With Noble Birth and chastitie And may Her living fame Be as well known as is Her Name And Her Grace As glorious as Her Face And Her soul within As beauteous as Her Flesh or Skin May She be Vertuous and True And only fit for You Fruitfull in Soul and Body too And bring forth to You and Us An offspring numerous One that may in Grace and Fame Still bear up Your Royal Name Majesty turn'd grave too soon in You Unlesse an Offspring doth ensue The Sun when that it sets New Stars begets And fils them with its light To shine by night When it is out of sight The Phoenix having its life resign'd Leaves alwayes one behind And doth his nest and spices give That the young One may live That is a Spirit cold and crude Which stamps not its similitude Your Light is scant and poore If it doth not engender more Sit fast Great Sir study to sway While we do learn for to obey Sit fast you're Heaven's powers attended And by a Champion defended 'T is publisht now that Charles is Crown'd Heark heark how Ecchos do go round And Voices in the Air are drownd As if Earth to make this day a wonder Had stoln from Heav'n Lighning and Thunder Behold the Canons rore Which were all mutes before Guns Trumpets Drums into their proper speech do breake And in a Warlike language speake And that Heav'ns concords may be found In the like tones they do rebound All these for to confesse Our joyes which neither doth expresse Unruly in this one affection That our joy knows no subjection Your proper and peculiar due And yet not to be rul'd by You. Conduits the juice of th' Grape do vent Instead of th' watry Element Founts change their source and shew to Him In what Liquor Baechus was wont to swim As if Heav'n to Charles such power did resigne To turn Water into Wine The night draws on while the Heav'ns bemoane His so long absence from the Throne They clouded are but the friendly Earth Presents their wonted Jollity and Mirth In kindling Flames and making them arise To enlighten the neighbouring Skies And so as 't were aspires To new-star them by its fires To make them bright By its new fangled light Or change their Theam By a Chimney beam As if it meant Heav'ns kindnesse to repay By 'ts innate rayes to make them day Or as if in exchange for one night They'd tak'n up shades and thrown down Light Or prodigally hurl'd Their flames upon this nether world While th' earth that favour to requite Resign'd up all its proper right Made them look dark as night So that He that the Heav'ns doth view Finds them turn'd sad of a earthly hue While that the Earth doth now appear A starry or enlightning Sphere Its fires shining here and there None but our Charles 't is none but He Could make this strange Apostrophe Flames in the open Air do fly Like Lights erroneous in the Sky Which still do multiply As if the world would see now on another score And be behold'n to Heav'n for light no more As if now Charles his Reign 's begun The Earth would need no other Sun Thus Heav'n and Earth together meet And His Scepter greet Casting themselves down at His feet Whilst His Soveraign Virtue doth Move and govern both Being the only Prince that can Rule the whole Globe of Earth and Man Sic vos non vobis sceptra tenete Jovis Sic vos non vobis tesqua parate boves Nocte fucum radij lucis gradiendo striata Sic testudo struit sibi tecta focosque reponens Sic Sol non tibi lux jubara fusa moves Sic vos non vobis stig mata fert is oves Ye for Your selves don 't Scepters weild So patient Oxen Plow the Field Snails move by night a Silver trace Carrying their houses in the race Light to it self is still in dark Sheep for themselves do bear no mark Then let your Scepter never faile You are the Sun and I the Snail FINIS

Throne And what was that but a shadow spun Or a waste night unto Your Sun Its Issues as void Colours spent To settle deep Your Government Those things whose Virtues are most seen Move by an intervall between The two Poles crosier active Powers Make various season time and hours By whose Virtue about are whirl'd The motions of the upper world Nought ever their Scepter withstood Yet they maintain no Neighbourhood The vastnesse of the space betwixt Heightens their Power and states it fixt The Sun It self whose flames are hurl'd Int ' ev'ry corner of the world Each dayes past Scepter of Light Receives an interpose by night And if it should all shadow shun 'T would be reputed common Sun The greatest glories are not seen Without the help of mask or skreen But the least shade doth blind the sight From a clear view of lesser Light Small Lamps are best beheld when near Packt up together in one Sphere While bigger Lights being throng'd too nigh Do wrong themselves and eke the eye Distance preserves the state of Kings And proves them to be special things Partition of time and space Doth only state the Royal Race Your Royal Father at first span'd The peacefull Scepter in his hand Then did You step upon the Throne And now rule by Your self alone Your glories not together seen But by alittle age between And this 't is that doth fully try The greatnesse of Your Majesty Ev'n as from Archimedes dust Demonstrations came into Trust And as from Hyacinthus Blood Letters were made good Whose sanguine shower Produc't a flower And as the wounds did flow A kind of Alphabet did blow And Letters distinct grow Which did record the fame Of Ajax's living name How his untamed Spirit and Power At length did sink into a flower Shrunk valour if a flower must maintain The credit of an Ajax slain Which sav'd Hyacinthus dying breath With the sighs made at his death Which in Characters fine and trim Shew'd that Apollo loved him Thus from Your Fathers Blood and Dust Knowledge and Learning sprang up first Instance the Book made at His death Compiled by His later breath Oh! may the Name of such a King as He With Great Ones ' mongst the gods recorded be May Apollo be put in trust To beautifie his dust To make His blood Immortal good To Write His Name not in a flower But in some Star or higher Power For his pretious gore Letters are multiply'd to more His very Death Hath giv'n to Learning birth and breath But you alone have perfect made And ransom'd ●●tters from the shade By you they 're fully ripe and good And may be understood You 've given us sence and sight And unto Learning all its light The Heavens above not all or'e fair Dark in and out as if there were Betwixt earch Star both earth and air But all Your Graces are true light In them no likelyhood of night Your Virtues are both fresh and green No common Hearb or Weed between Damne Antichrist by virtues Kings are meant Dissolve the Pope and You the Innocent Under whose Rule I may more truly say That Launce and Nayles do keep a Holiday Religion rose and did by you revive Who only keep'st our Liberty alive Amphyction compleat But far more great The old Arithmetician Zealots mount The common age of th' World on Faiths account 5199 Their sence is seen cause in it coucht dothly The holy-Trin in a safe Unity 1236. Make the World younger give the Mystery light Take out those figures so the Reckning's right 3960 vel 63 That Sacred Number a confused lye Unlesse It be drawn up by Unity Kings make such Sums he that would stake them bigger Than other men must multiply by figure And cast up mysteries above sense alost He that counts Princes plain accounts them nought Crowns cypher'd are by Arithmetick ●n trust Mystical Number things in secret nurst Thus doth our Sacred Prince most piercing try Age Number in divinest Mystery By His Return the Antient face of Time Looks young again and our World 's at its prime He ' bandond falshood and hath Truth begot In faiths defence preserv'd the holy knot To speak things seen and known is for to misse What the perfection of a True king is He only reacht my Theame that did account The holy Temple bigger then the Mount Thou dost excell thy self alone And canst surpassed be by none Thy Virtues in their perfect sence Can't dwell in that circumference More roome more room thy swelling grace Exacts a larger breast and face I know It not as soon I sound Good Enochs Prophecies near found And thus my own blindnesse I see Remain great to Thy self not me Gods to th' Enstalment now come down Arise then and receive the Crown Heavens lend it Jewels and beset It round with your starry Coronet Let all the Elements conspire Earth Air Water and Fire As ravisht with a choice desire To make Charles his glory higher That he that would their purenesse find May know th●●● to his Crown resign'd And only there confin'd 1 Earth Earth unbowel all thy store Thy Silver and thy Golden ore Pearle Diamonds and thy shining Clay To make him a new fashion'd ray We all the bright require Keep Thou the dust and mire Let both the Indies Mines appear And settle in his Spheat 2 Air be thou quiet temperate serene May no molesting breath once move between Forget all mists unvcile thy clear May not one cobweb-cloud appear Turn turn into thy antient mould Produce no over-heats or cold And with thy best Array Attend the Coronation Day 3 Seas be ye smooth let your disturbed brow Unwrinckle now Confesse his Scepter may your wat'ry plains Acknowledg by their rest that our Charles Reigns Let the Inmates that in you swim Be subject unto Him Your Neptune is decay'd and old Shrunk into another mould Behold his furrowed form Which hath buried many a storm Where tempests and winds do fix And with each other mix Ev'n as a man who by the Seas Hath visited our Antipodees That returns from that nether world With his forehead trac't and curl'd As if the shipwrack had mistook And sunk into His look Leaving him all forlorn With 's countenance cleft and torn Let Neptune as a fiction dy With Eolus his posterity Holding no memory Amongst the muses Fry Seas and Winds be no more found By such old Liars to be bound Don't henceforth stand At their command Whose Godhead's only from the will And pleasure of the Poets Quill Storms from Charles his forehead flee He shall your Neptune and your Eolus be 4 Fire flame and in bright streams arise Preserve your smokes for sacrifice Lay them up 'till the Heav'ns them need And the reconciling victims bleed Till offrings for attonement burn While the earth for its sins doth mourn These may then serve the gods to please And their angry powers to appease What will either choak or blind Leave quite behind Appear in all your

Zeales and Light To make Charles glorious in our sight That when the Work is done He may turn Rival to the Sun Neither shall we neglect to do And contribute our small mite too Our duty and Allegiance due Great Sir I to You. By Your return Heav'ns meant The healing of our breach and rent Rebellion to the shades is fled The powers of darknesse to wed There let It e'r remain Confin'd whence it first came And where it once did reign By You confusion's finished You 've put a stop to all Disputes 'Fore whom the strifes of tongues turn mutes High time then to fall down And submit to Your Crown Shall we hate the true way Because we have long went astray Shall we Heavens food have in derision Because we sense not its provision What shall our disposition still Be hardy stiffe unpliable What shall not true affection Work our subjection What shall not providences hand or stroak Make our necks limber to his yoak Yes sure Great King we bend we bow Our stubborn necks turn tender now And submit to You alone to You To whom we life and all things ow. We You receive with greater signs of love Than once the Earth did mighty Jove View the Towers that arise In Emulation with the skies Your Name for to eternalize As if they did You newly bring From Heaven whence You at first did spring As if when You 've shone out Your day You might return safe the same way They strive each other to excell Which no Age yet can parallel As if while absent You 'd victorious been And now are in your triumphs seen With well tun'd voyce and melody We wait Your passing by Joy is the only ditty Throughout Your triumphall City In ev'ry street Concording hearts do meet And Loyal Subjects do You greet At ev'ry Arch they feed Your eye With delights variety And strait they do dispense Objects that ravish ev'ry sense Your Souldiers ride before Not stain'd with wounds or gore They are arrai'd for sight and not to fight Their arms made for delight not to affright Bloud displaies only in the paint Great Mars this day looks thin and faint His sinews trembling fall asunder Guns Drums have quite forgot their Thunder Swords do with their Scabbards wed And war by it self is conquered All jars at His appearance cease Confessing Charles the King of Peace And that which doth the sight amend See what Dignities Him attend All rankt in order with much state and grace And none out of his proper place Observing distance time and leasure That we might in them view Earths treasure Or as if Heav'n this day to make a show Would bring up its lights from below And to breed our great delight Would by these of them make a sight Each singly here For to appear Some cloathed are with the golden Ore Others with the Silver Store As if both the Indies did pack Their treasures on their back As if earth by 'ts own native ray Would have tempted to make a day Some enrob'd in a cloath of Gold Another in a Silver mould As if England instead of Greece Had possest the golden fleece As if each back had a design To paraphrase a silver Mine And to abreviate Things of great state Some garments duskish as if reez'd Others with frost work as 't were freez'd Some arraid With a declining shade As if an artificial smoak Their brightness would attempt to choak Others again put into light To dazzle the clearest sight All for to amount the glory Of Charles His Corronation story As if in this illustrious sight Day was mixt even with the night Untill his Majesty Doth draw nigh Thus by degrees more lights appear Ev'ry star doth shine more clear The nearer plac't unto His Sphear Each worthy made some shew of day By an artificial ray Their Lacquies by their side Some more some lesse Their greatness to express To ' enstate their glory large and wide Ev'n as many stars confine Their beams to wait upon one sign All which reflect upon and mind The glory that doth stream behind At length Charles comes with Light opprest Who gives a lustre to the rest Which are quickly lost and done Being but blinks to Him the Sun One who could ev'n form a day Should Heaven it self deny its ray His very eye Doth clear our Skye And in effect do more Than the Sun could do before By virtue of his Grace Sorrow hath no place And smiles are seen in ev'ry face His quick presence soon Passeth by That pleasant Vision Is lost and gone But still perceive Majesty His Majesty which ne're doth flye But on earth holds Ubiquity Being here and there And every where Where ever his Power is senst There 's Majesty dispenst The Sun goes out of sight But we do'nt loose its Light 'T is seen in a plain stream By every lesser beam Thus in the Palace whence Charles rose At length He doth Himself repose Shining still upon us With beams superfluous Ev'n as the Suns lightsome foyls and scars Are visible in the lesser stars Chang'd glories as with His beam refresht Attend Him to His rest Shades post apace the morn invites Unto more amorous delights They that yesterday were found Upon their steeds now walk on th' ground And as the stars do run All bare before the Sun To Charles a Constellation Each Worthy bears his ray and weight But Charles alone the Orb of Light Each holds his Coronet But the Crown for Charles is set Thus to the Chappel they go on To attend the new beaming of their Sun By the sacred Unction Where He with reverence stooping down Receives the Scepter Robe and Crown Ev'n as a Star untrim and rude Fals under us to be renew'd He shone before but as that Light Before there was a day or night In an unready beam Or wand'ring stream Not perfect made Or quite arrai'd Being as 't were unprepar'd And not for vision squar'd But now His raies are all combin'd Throughout calcin'd And unto Him alone confin'd Settl'd in one center in 's Orb fixt To shine more distinct and unmixt The fire by a new addresse of Oyl Blazes with a cleaner foyl Ev'n so Charles looks more clear When the Unction on Him doth appear Oh! may He Heavens favour win And be annointed within Let Him obtain a lasting Spirit Of grace and merit So shall His unction and persume Like that of Rhemes never consume And by an unknown supply Never fail or dye But still multiply Ever increase And never cease So shall his Crown sit fast And Scepter ever last After all Ceremonies done Charles turns back a furnisht Sun In Scarlet Robes He doth return As if his Garments all did burn His head weares no dull Earth or Clay But a burnisht ray A Crown of Gold and Mineral Lights commixt Shone here and there betwixt As if the Earth did resign Its choicest Jewels there to shine Or as if Heav'n did pick And chuse out its stars