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Scotlands complaint. Vpon the death of our late soveraigne King Iames of most happy memorie. / By Mr. D. Prymerose.
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Primrose, David, d. 1651.
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Sonne refreshing streames of Loue. For signes of future Happe my calmed Minde assure As blest IAMES did Great CHARLES shall my Weale and Peace procure Yet can I not but mourne and Sorrowes thesaurize While heere to my deceased LORD my Loue I sacrifize Vnto your Glorious Ghost my Princely Saint I vow Ingrauen on mine Heart to keepe fresh memorie of You. That day shall never dawne that shaddowing night shall never Spread sable courtaines ou'r my Coast and this Horizon cover But consecrate I shall my long-acquainted SYRE To You the praises of my lips my thoughts and my desire And though my orphane fieldes His wonted splendor want Yet daylie service shall bee done to my adored Saint All times and ages shall while measured time doth laste And till the Angels trumpet sound to tell that time is past Vnfold to wondring Earth this worke of nature chiefe Which pondered right will move in men more marvaile nor beliefe Since Heav'ns did never grant to any mortall King So soone so well so sure so long and in such peace to reigne For since his Royall grace to three moe Crownes was cal'd And by a free applause of all most gloriouslie install'd Mee thought my darkned Name did then include my Fate And with an everlasting Night had threatned mine estate But O! the gratious beames of His transcending Face Were ever present to procure my health my wealth my peace And though His absence seem'd a wofull want to bee Yet prov'd His present power and love a sure reliefe to mee His Princelie selfe retir'd did hee not leave behind A seat of Iustice fil'd by men agreeing to His minde And when pale Death by times had prun'd that fruitfull Tree An Impe of proofe is quickelie drest that want for to supplie Great Alexanders Speach by dying Voyce exprest Wil'd His Monarchick Crowne and Reigne be granted to the best Such was our SOVERAIGNES choise such was His constant Will That Places voide the wisest and the vvorthiest men should fill Witnesse that Noble Peere chiefe States-man of this Land Whom all doe loue whom all obey who doth in loue command Of Nerva made by fate Sole-Monarch of the Earth Was said to haue bene fortunate in Life but more in Death That left to beare the sway of Romes farre-spred Impyre Great Trajane whose Heroicke Partes all Ages did admyre So let my modest Muse account Him happie twyse Who blest in Life hath by His Death made this bright Star to ryse But O! it was not Hee and if it was by chance His end gaue place and was not cause which did this Peere aduance O! No it was my SIRE whose Heauen-inspyred Heart Knew when to whom and how Hee should His Honours all impart Hee found that generous Spirit first States-man fit to bee Then for Him-selfe and now vnto His Royall Sonne and mee O! if it were my choise no Time no Power nor Fate Should haue the force to change or moue these Minions of my state Strong Pillars meete for mee by choise not chance erected Are for their Knowledge Loue and Skill so worthilie respected Of mee and mine that now I feele no present crosse Saue that too sharpe and publicke griefe of my late Soueraignes losse The thought of which Distresse and agonizing woe I feare no Tract no change of Time shall make mee to for-goe That Macedonian PRINCE who vnacquaint with Feares Did neuer bow to forraine Force perforce must yeeld much Teares For when His fauorite arrested was by Death Hee could not Sorrow's passion daunt that had subdu'd the Earth But was so plung'd in woe for his deare Minions sake That Maugre all His Princes toyle no comfort Hee would take Till Amons Iupiter enforc'd Him to for-beare And fray'd the superstitious King from shedding of a Teare Suggesting falsely that His Minion best belou'd Was rank't in Heauen a Deitie by all the gods approu'd That flamming fires of Ioye and Sacrifices must Cherish the teare-provoked wrath of God Ephestions Ghost More cause haue I to mourne no priuate losse is mine That Majestie is now vnseene that ouer all did shine Those Beames of Beautie are shrunke vnder-neath the Earth That Tongue diuine is silenc'd now and by this onely Death Ten thousand die at once since life to griefe annex'd Is but a liuing Death or then a dying Life perplex'd Yet since that Paynim Prince by cunning slight was eas'd And through belieuing what was false had all his woes appeas'd Why should not I and mine lift vp our weeping eyes And find King IAMES in Majestie aboue the azur'd Skies Where Angels Songes are heard such as his Sacred Grace By His Lepanto showes to bee in that excelling place O then why should wee mourne and shed such stormes of Teares Or fright our Soules with agonies or fill our Hearts with Feares Since what hee novv enjoyes the smallest graine is more Than all the Pleasures summ'd in one vvhich Hee enjoy'd before Heere heere by Faith wee trust tymes period last compleete Saintes glorified with glories Crowne our Soueraigne crown'd to meet Soft then my plaining Muse and though in homelie Phraise Not what 's His due but what thou canst sob foorth vnto His praise Behold Him first a Man survey his priuate wayes And then confesse Him to haue beene the Glorie of our Dayes Bright Mirrour set on high most glorious to detect The inward beautie of Him-selfe and others fraile defect His Minde a Magazin of Heauen-infused Grace Still yeelding fruites of Faith to God and breathing Loue and Peace To mortall men on Earth with such a fragrant smell This large Theater hath indew'd that after Ages shall Complaine of posting Time which rob'd them of the sight Of Natures Darling Earths triumph GODS Minion Mans delight Then turne with gazing Eyes behold His Kinglie partes A PRINCE of Peace a KING of Men a Conquerour of Heartes For vnderneath His Winges which all the World admires I breathed haue the aire of Peace now neare thrise twentie yeares What forraine Force or Power what Death menacing bandes Aduenture durst t' approach the Coast of my Sea-bordring Landes What ciuill Broyle did staine in those Halcyons dayes My backe with blood or fill my breast with feare or eares with frayes For some coelestiall Power so circuled Him about That to approach His Sacred Shryne all Furies stood in doubt And arm'd at strongest proofe Christs Champion did repell All charmes and thundring Powder-plots hatch'd in the depth of hell Yea from His Cradle foorth th' Eternall Him prepar'd Emplumed Squadrons set a part to bee His surest Guarde His Throne a Center was approaching neare the Deitie Whereon two Pillers were erect'd of Iustice and of Pietie IEHOVA'S diuine Will first model'd in the Heauen With Gold Charecters on the two by curious Aire ingraven Tell that in power and will our Monarch still was able As Gods great Vice-Roy to defend th' one and other Table Who could or durst presume to call this power in doubt Since Iuda's Lyon to the World our Lyon did send out And to ennoble his strength the more and Name for to aduance Did Englands Leopards adjoyne and Golden Flowers of France So His religious Will was published to the Earth By sound of Fame in Word and Worke in Life and seal'd in death But of this Hero's life the progresse to receit Not Mans abortiue birth of speach but Angels Tongues are meit Come then You learned Band that on my Coastes doe dwell And tasted haue the christall streames of Aganippe's Well But His Monarchicke Muse l first of all adjourne Who wont about fresh Dovan's Bankes old Monarch's fate to mourne Thy griefe-surcharged Spirit rouze vp with Sacred Fyre And solemnize the obsequies of thine anoynted SYRE In measured Accents reare whole Iliad's to His praise And our Pelidas deifie by thine immortall Layes Or then in stately Prose for well thou canst penne foorth New Xenophon thy Cyrus life and vmbrage of his worth Next Thou deare Minion whose sweete Nectar-flowing Tong In Hymnes diuine Moeliades and feasting-Forth hast song Come Darling mine take part shed foorth some pretious teares With sopping sorrow fill all heartes with plaining charme all Eares Dresse Trophees new to woe vnceasing sighes among Let Fastirg-Forth not Feasting bee the subject of Thy Song Let all his Streames bee blacke which earst haue Chrystall beene And let his Bankes bee turn'd in jette his curled Medowes greene Assume Chameleon-like a Pitchie-coloured hew And all those rare eye-pleasing Flowers which in his Garden grew Bee chang'd in Prophyrie or in that polish'd Stone Which to thy statelie Pyramide Paros did yeelde alone Scarce was the golden Sunne thrise hidden from mine Eyes Scarce thrise had plung'd his purple Beames in the Hesperian Seas After my Sacred LORD had yeelded vp aboue His glorious Ghost into the hands of His eternall Loue. And ere these fatall newes were come vnto mine Eares The boistrous Wind did tempestes sigh the Heauen did melt in teares And Forth in such a rage as was not seene before His wonted Limits far ou'r-reach'd and channel'd vp the Shore Peace foaming Forth I know thine East-ward flowing Streames Rancountred haue some swelling Tyde which wafting from the Thames Sough't forth Thy SOVERAIGNES fate as then vnknowne to mee So spytefull Thou vpbraid'st all those that would not mourne with Thee Peace Forth that Day will come and perchance is at hand When thy best Hope Great CHARLES shall vpon the Sea-banks stand When shoutes of Ioy shall cheare thy now-deserted Shore And make Thy Nymphes and Tritons feast as they haue done before When Thy sweete Poet shall imploy yet once againe To point the presence of his PRINCE his Muse-inspyred Pen. And last Yee choisest Spirites whose paines and well-spent Toyle Did my late SOVERAIGNE welcome Home to His true natiue Soyle Though dissonant in partes in Harmonie accord To eternize the diuine Actes of my triumphing LORD So many Healthes as then You did to Him bequeath As many Fare-welles bid His Ghost which now hath left the Earth And when the Tragicke sound of those Farevvells are done As many Wel-comes bid againe to His thryse-Sacred SONNE EPILOGVS OF ENGLANDS Virgine Queene what was and justlie said Shee was on Earth the first and is in Heauen the second Maide Is turn'd to Heauen-blest IAMES and Angels all doe sing Hee was on Earth the first and is in Heauen the second King FINIS