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A50734	A speech made by Sir Audley Mervyn His Majesties prime serjeant at law in Ireland, the 11th. day of May in the House of Lords when he was presented speaker by the Commons, before the right honourable Sir Maurice Eustace Knight, Lord Chancellour of Ireland, Roger Earl of Orrery, and Charles Earl of Mountrath, His Majesties Lord Justices of his kingdom of Ireland.	Mervyn, Audley, Sir, d. 1675.	1661 (1661)	Wing M1890; ESTC R8040	9,904	17

Catholick Faith in Your Title would have paved the way with their Crowns and Scepters to your throne Did not the Serpent say These engagements were fair and pleasant and if you would but taste it You should be as one of those Gods But Sir you know in whom you trusted therefore are you not ashamed You read and beleived that place I will overturn overturn overturn it and it shall be no more until he come whose right it is and I will give it him Thus My Lords We have seen and We do see and may we ever see the King of Kings owning our King he hath sent us Our King without allay tryed at his own beame Heaven toutch Now my Lords give me leave to take a nearer survey of this goodly structure now before my eyes Did the beholding of the contracted foundation of the second Temple draw teares from he eyes of the ancient men who considered the Glory and Magn●ficence of the former and may not this be a day of rejoicing when we see our Stakes strengthned our cords lengthned an the splendid uniformity of this House such that we may say many have done excellently but this excelleth them all In the first and highest place are your Lordships representing unto us the best of Kings CHARLES the second by the grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland His Majestie in designing this honour to You was of the same spirit with a great King who injoyned se nemo prater Apellem Pingeret But your pleasing task is more difficult You are to draw the picture of a Kings Soul one of the vastest Souls this day living Government is the Soul of the body Politick You have done it and you have done it to the life I am glad to see you look up to Heaven with us all and praise that hand that guided yours though your hand held the pensil We have several lights and you have drawn him so that in what light soever he is placed he is amiable and ravishing and that we all say sic oculos sic ora ferebat His Majesty knew the Irish Seas run high and the stearage was not to be put in foremast mens hands Few at the time of your Lordships entrance upon the Government durst take the helm It was a dark night a long night a stormy night the wind scant and high a lee shore Some Coroners and Constables were your best Marriners not a Sherif not a Justice of Peace strong ligaments of English Government was in this Kingdom Every man did what was good or rather what was evil in his own eys for Religion we were Tenants at will Our Oracles the Courts of the Law were shut up and Your Lordships who have very attentive Ears could hear now and then some picking of Ianus his lock A Souldiery under great Arreares and little or no Money to satisfy them the greatest part of the Estates of the People unsecured an universal decay of the Trade was not this Kingdom full of combustible matter and dark-lanthorn spirits in it to put all into flame What ticklish ground was this for a strange and unsteady hand to have adventured a cast on But your Lordships have layn near the mark may you save your own stakes as you have secured Ours who have and still desire to bett upon Your hands The Souldiers obedience you have improved beyond a Gospel praecept to be content with little or no wages and you have so sweetly fixed the planetary worship of God for did not we sacrifice under every green tree in its own orb moving with that regular decency that no sooner the foot is over the threshold but the tongue saith sure this can be no other place but the House of God Vssah was not excusable for putting his hand forth to relieve the tottering Ark though my intention is and my actions have ever witnessed nothing is so dear to me as his Majesties Interest yet I know we are to advise de arduis not de arcanis Regni but sure I may say and ground it upon Vox populi Dei is Vox Dei that amongst the inestimable favours we have received from his Majesty this is not the least that he hath been pleased to give us your Lordships Our Governours under him that are bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh sympathy in sufferings heightnes not onely an Intercession for relief but propounds the most sutable remedies for it Non Ignara mali miseris succurrere disco By your Prudent Vigilant and constant care Justice hath run down like a stream and Righteousness as mighty waters and we are assured that his Majesty will receive that satisfaction by You and We in You that the ages to come premising Rex nobis haec otìa fecit will call You the Repairers of Our breaches and the Restorers of our Paths to dwell in I have no more to say but since we see his Majesty here but as in a Glass You are Glasses without spots Next are plac't upon your right hand the most Reverend Learned and that which ferments all pious Prelates They have not onely Bells to make a sound in the Pulpit but Pomegrannets to bear fruit answerable in their lives When God compleats a blessing unto a Nation he restores not onely David their King but their Teraphim Sad experience hath stampt an observable truth upon a Proverb No Bishop no King Many years we flourisht under both consenuere pares and one fatal blow destroyed them both una duos nox perdit amantes It is observed of the Heliotrop it opens upon the Suns rising and contracts it self upon the Suns setting whatsoever the Fable is the Moral is true Sol occubuit nox caca sequta est a sad night when the Screech-Owls laid their Egges in the Eagles nests These are the Golden Candlesticks fill'd with the Oyl of Spikenard These are the Spiritual Champions that stand in the breach and with Reverence I may say combat God Almighty when our National sins alarum him to vengeance Hold up their hands and Israel prevails but if you will not support them have we not found it so Ameleck prevails These with a sacred violence bind up the omnipotent hand They are Princes that prevail with God These are Starrs in Gods right hand mad men Pardon me my Lords I hope there are none such here but mad men they are that think to pul a star down a star in Gods hand a Star in Gods right hand Are you not yet satisfyed when you had buryed our spiritual fathers and rould a stone upon the Sepulchre and seated it and set guards of Soldiers to watch the Sepulchre that beholding their Resurrection this day you will not confess digitus Dei est hic Now no rude hand snatches up the holy Censer and smoaks Heaven with unhallowed Flames This is Aarons rod that eats up the Magicians rods what is the affluence of all worldly enjoyments when we lie under a spiritual famine Lord though thou give us the bread and water of affliction let never Our Teachers be any more driven into corners And blessed be thy womb O Church of England the