call'd you hence unto his Fold Our Saviour calls both Young and Old No Riches Honour Youth can stay Strong sturdy Death takes all away The Baly of our blessed Lord Away must go obey his word No longer time he will neglect Christs calls away his blest elect Brought now at last unto your home Riches to have not of earth's lome Indeed that Portion will endure Gods mercies are for ever sure Away she went when Christ did call No dallying death will take all The greatest richest and the small Brought low by death unto her grave Robes of Christs righteousness to have In Jesus Christ the put her trust And is now gone unto the just Nothing so dear that she did love Treasures immortal did approve Chang'd is your body and refin'd shall be Call'd to the presence of the Trinity Night of death come with Angels she did fly Saints to live with to all Eternity Christ hath remov'd you to a greater joy Earths comforts unto heavens but a toy In earthly things there 's but lintle pleasure Above the skie is immortal treasure Christ ransom'd your soul with his precious blood Only that Balm can do our souls most good Near Jesus Christ I hope your soul doth rest Sav'd by your Saviour lives amongst the blest The soul is wearied by its travels here Away she s gone unto her Saviour dear Her glass being run her soul is fled away With her Redeemer ever for to stay What can I think speak or write more then She doth deserve shall have a better Pen. To write of her high Vertues glorious Name Which learned Authors shall recount her Fame Christ is your blessed Spouse your Birdegroom All Your God your Saviour King Emperial He hath advanc'd you to eternal bliss Let 's be as careful not to do amiss She was a mother unto Princess store God bless them here on earth and evermore Their severel names I cannot recount Some are on earth others to heav'n did mount Prince Robert is a stout couragious wight And hath put many enemies to flight God bless his Highness long here on the earth And make him truly happy at his death Grieve not immoderately brave Prince her son For your dear mother that is dead and gone From earth to heav n that blessed place of rest To live with glorious Saints for ever blest Wherefore then should I say that she 's dead Whenas she 's gone where life it self is bred Then mourn no more but set your heart at rest You shall be like her carcase in the chest As num as wan as pale and cold as she Pray God your lives and deaths no worse may be Grieve then no more put not your mind to pain For her pure soul in heaven doth remain He that writes more more time of grief must borrow Let him then bring his wit I 'le bring my sorrow ACCROSTICKS On her most sacred MAIESTY Elizabeth blessed peace of the Lord Loving his Saints and his sacred word In Jesus Christ you did put all your trust Zealous for Religion lives amongst the just A blessed change you lived for to see Blessed be God his sacred Majesty Enthron'd compleat in his dear Fathers Throne The praises chiefly belongs to God alone Hosanna let us sing to that holy One Queen 'bove all Queens in glory bright Up mounted high unto that heav'nly light Eternal Joyes now to be partaker Ever to praise with Saints your Creator Now singing Anthemes to your blessed Maker Of all the blessings of a righteous soul Freedom from sin and this vile worlds controle By death of Christ you have obtain'd life Overcome the world and all mortal strief Hallalujahs sing in his height of bless Ever partaking of heav'ns happiness Made now a member of that heav'nly host In praising Father Son and holy Ghost Angels convey'd your soul that heavnly Post Away she 's gone unto that place of bless Immortal Saints enjoy full happiness Adieu blest Queen we mortals will prove just Always esteeming your most precious dust The grave hath your body world your fame Heaven your soul your son preserves your Name Though you be gone your fame is left behind I hope your son will prove as gracious kind My muse is dull my Taper gives dim light Yet may invite some better Pens to write I le put an end to this my mortal story Hoping God bath crown'd her with immortal glory On Hearing of the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL JOHN MERREFIELD Esq Made one of the KINGS SERJEANTS AT LAW Andin Election tobe a Judge WHen our renowed King Charls came to his Court Many Lords and noble persons did resort Who came to see 'm and kiss his royal haud B'ing come from far into his native land All sorts of men of our brave English Nation Were glad in heart for their Kings restauration It was a time then freely for to give To see their gracious King then for to live In royal Honour and in noble Fame God long increase and propagate his Name It was a time to confer honours store The cause did well require long before Brave Monck and Patriots did love our King Who us'd their best means speedily to bring Him to sit and act with them in 's Parliament To make good Laws with one and joynt consent As Guerdon of 's love did the King impart Rewards of honour for their good desert Of those brave Nobles and deserving men I 'm far unworthy to recount by Pen Yet may I not my honoured friend forget Whose former favours make me much in debt Let Merrefields name advance to his height May Kings and Princes in him take delight From worthy Squire surmount an noble Knight I heard that King Charles will make him a Judge His domeanor is such no man will grudge To hear of his good and high preferment Which long continue till his interment Loyal learned Merrefields worth do shine In equal splendor to some rare Divine I did long since conceive within my brest When that my Royal Soverain came to rest And to sit down on his dear Fathers throne For to enjoy three kingdoms of his own That then his Majesty would him advance When being come from Holland fertile France Meer love and favour would my Sovraign move On honest Merrefield to fix his love For Learning Law Loyalty and the rest He doth deserve mongst Lawyers counted best When he shall come to sit in justice place Lewd vitious men he will then disgrace Advance the vertuous and the godly man And of mens various actions duly scan When he shall mount up to grand Justice seat His parts with lustre then will seem compleat Immitate honest Crew Hutton Denham Doddrige Walters Jenkins Crook and Popham Both these and many learned Lawyers more Their worth he 'l practice and yet keep in store My Pen is weak and lame for to set forth His profound wisdom and his noble worth Full fraught with favours of his Soveraign Lord Stil careful to preserve Gods sacred word E're may you
your Creator Lose no time of Heav'n to be Pertaker In time of life think on that night of death All that are born are surely born to dy Man lives below may your soul mount on high Wealth nor honour can keep us from grim death Jewels nor gold can much prolong our breath Lord we must all drink of Deaths bitter cup Low brought by sin yet Christ can raise us up In glory bright above the starry sky Amidst the glorious Saints your foul wâ—â—l fly Mongst holy Martyrs to the Trinity Whiles I did live in heart of Oake I fear'd not death nor yet his stroake Laid low by sad event of War Lifting my heart to God above In Jesus Christ my Saviours love Advanced by his King his God Made to escape his Enemies â—od While I did live in sorrow for my king It joy'd my heart when brave Monck â—â—d him bring Lare better then never for him to raign Long live king Charles in glory to remain In health and happinesse unto the end And never â—â—and in need of earthly friend Mongst Saints and Angels after this life spend On his Sacred Majesty CHARLES STUART King of ENGLAND c. Christ now hath brought you to your fathers throne Heav'n hath his soul to you we make our mone Aâ—rs and armes with him are gon to grave Royalty remains yours his Crown to have Lord after this life bring your soul to bliss Eternal Joy and endless Happiness Saints robes put on of Christ his righteousness Soaring aloft by Meditation Truth to maintain and Reformation Up ready to uphold Gods word A gracious King and Soveraign Lord Right just and good in word and deed Tyrants power by your hand is freed Calamities are past and gone Heav'ns pow'r hath fixt you on your Throne Arts now embrace let Warrs depart Rejoyce in God with all your heart Let Heav'ns King guide you in your wayes Eternally your good God to praise Sanctity you will practice all your dayes Sweet influence dear Lord doth flow from thee Truth Peace Love heroick Clemency Unanimous Providence Gods Decree Again to raise your sacred Majesty Raising You up above your Family To do service for your grand King on high Cares and great Troubles do attend a Crown Heav'ns King protect You put your En'mies down A happy chang we have now liv'd to see Royal king Charles in perfect Majestie Let us lift up our hearts to God on high Ever to blesse praise and perform his will Serve our dread Sov'raign be obedient still Sanity from your blest hand doth proceed The gentle touch of your fair hand doth breed Unto the sick Patient quick cure and ease A happy Cordial for so sad Disease Royal Kings have such vertue in their touch The like no other man can do so much When our happy Parliament did ordain To fetch our blessed Soveraign home again And valiant Montague pointed to bring The Person of our royal gracious King The royal Fleet committed to his hands To wait him home who ruleth divers Lands Grief did then vanish and soon passe away Then did begin our happy Halcion Day On that Mirrour of loyaltie and admired Gentlewoman Mistress Jane Lane His MAJESTIES most faithful humble and obedient Subject Jane gracious your Name doth signifie A good Name doth the Owner dignifie Nature and rich Grace did contend in thee Ever to comfort royal Majestie Loyalty and faithfull love thee did invite A gracious Lane a comfort for to be Nature and Grace did in you take delight Even to live or dye for 's Majestie Jngenious Lane you did your wits awake Add greatest vigour for your Sov'raigns sake No wit nor pâ—licy you did omit Endeavours of your own proper and fit Lanes numberlesse are in Great Britains Land Amongst them all none did more firmly stand None in fair England better could accord Enter a way to please her sacred Lord Judicious Jane thy wayes were firm and good An honourer still of the Royal blood Nights may seem pleasant for to tell of thee End and begin of 's Blessed Majestie Led on by Angels for to guide thy way Above most Names may Lane bare the sway No Night approach but be a Halcion Day E're for your carrying your Dear Lord away Jn sorrow and in joy I 'le bear my part And love my Sov'raign with my soul and heart No worldly thing shall part my loyal love E're to maintain and still to him approve Laud still that Name that holy Name of God Abide in Vertue shun his ' venging rod None None but Christ did that brave Martyr say Eternity crown you on your last day Jnspire your heart with knowledg and with grace Attend at last to see thy Soveraigns face New shall your Name and actions then be found E're for to praise and make his Praise resound Lament you did for your good Lord and King Adventured your life him safe to bring Nere to the sea his Person to convey Expecting him to rule another day Jane was that blessed name gave me my life And being in the World t' enjoy a Wife Nature and Grace caus'd her my life to save Ere comforted me and kept me from grave Least in my infancy I should perish A Nurse did provide me for to cherish Nature being weak made choice of a Nurce Ev'n me to luckle though to me the worse A blessed Jane did our dear Father feed In a sad time when 't was of greatest need The happy Father of my Native Land Who firm in his faith did for ever stand As he was firm and constant to the Lord And carefull to obey his sacred Word So did the Lord in his due time provide A faithfull valiant Champion him to guide And to conduct unto His Fathers throne Where all sad hearts are heard who make their moan Our wise Solomon doth hear Cause just Do righteous things before he turn to dust God grant him Nestors years yea long to live And many Godly Acts and Lawes to give God make my Sov'raign happy in a Wife Vertuous firtile grand comfort to his life Give him a royal and most faithful Queen As ever was in fair great Britain seen Master JOHN DANVERD for your precious lines Valu'd in part equal to golden Mines I will in praise and honour of you write Which of our Soveraign did such things indite Thou dost recount his dangers that are past Of your royal Master and King at last Which doth now give the Nation great content That dâ—d in th'acting make him to lament To see at that time his disastrous fate Brought low by fatall war his Princely â—â—tate But God in mercy did at last him bring To be our Soveraign Lord and Gracious King John Gracious your name doth import On things divine thy thoughts resort Heav'ns glory thy soul mounts to see Night of Death past in joyes to be Dan one of Jacobs blessed Sons An Angel will thy soul convey Nature subdu'd Grace bears the sway Verd waxing green in vertue bright Eternal Day
have your Kings love here on earth King of Kings make you happy in your death May Gods Spirit joy you e're above all Be ready when God for your soul shall call As there are several degrees ' mongst men So in Heav'n Saints Angels and Syraphen As the King hath honoured my dear friend So to his Family let it extend According to his worth let 's praises yield Unto that well deserving Merrefield After all honour when 't shall please your Maker Of heavens joys may you be made partaker Enough you 'l have when Angels shall you bring To glory your blest soul to Christ your King ON HEARING OF THE DEATH Of my dear and admired SOVERAIGN LORD KING CHARLES the First GRief doth afflict and pierce my tender heart That death hath slain my Soverain with his dart Cannibals they were did act the devils part Make brave royal Branches and whole Kingdoms smart Was there no mean to qualifie your ire But that your wrath must burn with hellish fire Oh cursed Monsters to do such athing To murder our Soveraign Lord and King What shall I say 't was sin that did provoke God for to strike us with so sharpe a stroke For to deprive him of his precious breath And snatcht his life away by untimely death Ah curs'd Miscr'ant to lay thy hand on him For to commit so horrid bloody sin Did not thy heart with sorrow then relent And cause thy wicked heart for to repent For so great mischief bloody crying sin That will eternal vengeance after bring Where were thy eys within thy cursed head To strike the fonntain of Life our Soverain dead I wept and bath'd mine eyes in morning tears For death of my dear Soveraign Lord and King It was to qualifie my grief and fears For that sad Act Repentance it will bring Had I not been in my dear brothers house I might been cut by Soldiers smals a mouse Cap. Pâ—â—l buâ—geâ— Cap in K. Câ—â—â—l th First his Army liv'd and dâ—'d â—t Waymâ—uth They would soon have holpt me from my weeping And brought me to an untimely sleeping God will revenge him on that cursed wretch Who did his murdering hand out-boldy stretch For to cut off our gracious Sov'raigns head The grief thereof did strike me almost dead That Monster that did cut off that sacred head Did strike the Nobles and the kingdom dead Dead in Repute in Misery and in fame Stain to our noble Nation English name The wicked Vipers hasten'd him away Gods holy Angels did his soul conveigh To heav'nly Canaan there to be crown'd King With glorious Saints and Angels Anthemes sing On sight of supposed ANGELS In shape of DUCKS Hovering over King Charles the first when he was beheaded WHy do you talk of Ducks they Angels were Souldiers could not discern them their eyes The bright Angels waited for to conveigh b'ing blear King Charle's soul though's life were made a prey His blood did drown their Consciences full deep Whiles many for our Soveraign Lord did weep The blessed Angels hover d'ore his head And waited on him after he was dead Who did conveigh his blessed soul to bliss To a heav'nly Mansion endless happiness ON Sight of the Death of that HONOURABLE LEARNED Kt. S IR. HEN. HYDE On the fourth of March 1650. RIch rare transcendent Hyde when thou didst die My heart did grieve my eys did weep the sky Was overcast with sable blackness sad For to behold an action was so bad Loyal brave Hyde when thou didst loose thy head My heart with grief and inward sorrow bled The fourth of March was that fatal day That brave Sir Henry Hyde was snatcht away by cruel sudden and untimely death Who in high language spent his vital breath He faithfully serv'd his royal Master His enemies made him of death a Taster It griev'd me for to see his head fall down He fell so low for love unto the Crown I hope brave Hyde did not the Merchants wrong But that it was a lash of a false tongue I could scarce write these lines without weeping eye My eyes did weep when that brave soul did die Though 's body dead his soul shall e're remain With his Lord Christ for ever to reign Henry Rich Lord it doth import E're lov'd the word to it resort No man more loyal to his King Rebellious men did his soul sting Yet 's Prayers did in Gods ears ring Hyde laid down his life for serving his King In loyal manner b'ing a blessed thing Death did not sad him nor his heart dismay Expecting to live with his Lord Christ alway His soul is gone to eternal rest Ended now is his mortal sorrow No piercing cares can him molest Everlasting joyes did him follow Repine not therefore at his bliss If thou live well thy joy shall be like his Hope doth assure me Hyde's soul 's gone to heav'n In this life though of 's life he were bereav'n Death did deprive him here of a few days Enemies sent him to heav'n his God to praise On Sight and Hearing of my HONOURED FRIEND GEORGE FVLFFORD Esq One of His Majesties Justices of the PEACE For the County of DORSCET at Prayers with his Family the tenth of August 1661. BY fervent Prayer thou dost so discry And raise the soul up to Eternity Mount up rich soul with your heart and voice And cause those hear you in their hearts rejoyce God long continue your most happy days To tune your tongue to your Creators praise Inspire your heart with a heavenly flame As long as life continue praise his name Assist you in your Prayers by his spirit After may your soul heav'n inherit Accept my language from a faultring pen Who will reverence you'mongst worthy men May your prayers ascend and pierce the sky And your soul mount up and with Angels fly After you 've done your service parted hence God give your soul in heav'n a recompence When that your days on earth are past away God give your soul a divine alchion day Christs precious blood 's your balm that balms your bless God bring your soul to endless happiness By Christs his merits so rewarded be Make you happy to all Eternity ON MY HONOURED FRIEND GEORGE FVLFFORD Esq at Prayers with his Family c. BY zealous Prayer thou dost soar aloft Fly up by Faith to Christ our souls who bought Dear 't was indeed it cost him his heart blood To save our precious souls and do men good Oh what a various change of divine things Flows from your blest mouth to the King of Kings Your heav'nly tongue doth inchant the ear With ravishing comforts of our Saviour dear What heav'nly language doth from you flow Nectar proceeds from you though here below A constant servant to our Soveraign true With honour you are graced 't is your due Your Graces are divine and eminent Translucent shine rich rare and transcendent Oh my dear friend you do my mind content To admiration divine ravishment Most rare you
Your Majesty is willing to do good What rare Ver ues flow from Kings Royal Blood Heavenly Motions do their mindes incline To move to heavenly Raptures most sublime Before or after your rich stately cheer Your Majesty may hunt the fat brave Deer Walk in sweet Gardens for to take delight View Objects rare for to content your sight Recreate with bowling or other sport To see your Person many will resort Your Gracious Person doth Mens mindes content To see with joy Gods blessed Vicegeâ—ent Mercury doth point before or behind To shew the various changes of the wind And on each side he doth not then omit To point to the place that 's proper and fit For to direct where Boreas blasts do blow And to informe the Standers by to know Nothing in this frail Life is firm and sure God grant us his Grace for e're to endure This Place your Royal Court is fit to feast So divine rich rare sumptuous a Guest Shine forth and show your Rayes of Majesty God blesse your Person and Posterity That shall hereafter I do hope succeed From royal gracious King Charles loyns proceed The Birds do now sweetly melodious sing To welcome hither our most gracious King Henton St. George is a mark of honour That brave Progenitors cast upon her St. George is a high noble mark of Fame Kings and Nobles will preserve that great Name The highest Order of our brave Nation Which other famous Kings keep in fashion The Heavens do smile and the fields look gay For here is now kept high St. George's Day As much as tongue can speak and pen expresse I 'le wish pray for my Soveraigns happinesse I will expresse my love with heart and hand And be for ever at your blest command I will set forth my love with tongue and pen God save my King let all Men say Amen After your Progresses on Earth are past God give you heaven to raign in at last There to be crowned an Eternal King For to praise God and heavenly Anthems sing Accrosticks Upon the Royall and most Illustrious DUKE IAMES STVART His Majesties only Brother JAMES only Brother to our Gracious KING Abundant comforts by your service bring Majectick Actions do your Name advance England of late was in a dismal Trance Sweet Blessings hath by our Sov'raigns good chance Strength of Gods arme his Power you defend The Life of Grace here live unto the end Up at last blest Soul mount to Heavens Glory A HOMER's Pen shall write your blessed Story Religâ—on Vertue Valour and true Fame These do in part proclaim your Royall Name In time of Sorrow you did bare your part Again regain'd your Honour by Desert Majestie doth smile on your grand Merit Ended this Life Glory then inherit Sing praises to God by his sacred Spirit Soar up aloft to heav'n by Raptures high Truth still maintain and its pure Dignity Up above the Clouds your Soul soar's aloft Advancing towards Christ your Soul he bought Renown your name brave Duke by your rare deeds 'T is from your Vertuous Actions it proceeds Iames that learned wise and Religious King Admir'd amongst all Nations peace did bring Magnificent Prince that late rul'd this Land Eternal Blessings wrought by his fair hand Still let 's admire him for his grand Command Sir you 're a Royall Branch of that learn'd Sire Truth did maintain with Zeal as hot as fire Unitie Peace and Love he did maintain Amongst his greatest Enemies peace did gain Rare famous Duke may you his Acts embrace Truths Friends cherish Enemies deface On the most Illustrious and Religious Elisabeth DUTCHESSE of YORK Elizabeth Blessed Peace of the Lord Loving ever to obey Gods pure Word In Life and Death God guide you by his Grace Zealous of his glory you shall see his Face Angells at last convey your Soul to bless Bright radiant Glory heavens happiness Even as Glasse doth run and sand passe away The greatest Beauty one day turns to clay Heav'ns happy Harbour will receive your Soul Satiate with Gods presence ne're condole Ther 's nothing that shall trouble you above Up raised 'bove the World by perfect love A mind you have to do those things are good Rich by your Faith in Christ his precious blood There is no fear where this is understood Dukes Kings and Princes one Day all must die Unto their God ascend and mount on high Treasure immortal the good shall enjoy Christ will tree them from this vain worlds annoy Heaven is the happy Place where Saints do dwell Each being content not striving to Excell Sufficient Glory every Saint hath there Singing praises to their Saviour dear Of heavens glory each Saint hath his part Farr transcending the thoughts of humane heart Your blessed Saviour did your Soul Redeem Ordain'd you happy and of high Esteem Raign rare Dutchesse a Queen in that fair Land Kings are joyfull there to bear least command E're guided by the wile Almighties hand On his Excellency George Monck Duke of Albemarle Great Duke God give you length of dayes on earth E're make you happy both in Life and death Our Gracious King you happ'ly dia restore Riches immortal may you have therefore God grant hereafter you may see Gods face Enthron'd by Christ unto a heavenly Place Majestie doth on you most sweetly shine Oh may Gods Providence you safely keep Noon Day and Night whether you wake or sleep Christ and King Charles your Soul and Body love King and Subject your faithfull Love approve George is the Name of fair brave Englands Saint England made happy by your noble hand Our Gracious Soveraign will hear our complaint Religiously rule and govern this Land Great God of Heaven and Earth you ever blesse Ev'n here on earth with heav'nly happinesse Maj'stick Monck Mirrour of this Nation Oh what brave order and stately Fashion Now that our Gracious King doth rule and raign Christ grant him Nestor's years here to remain Kings to exceed yea great King Charlemain God gave you Life and in his full due time Exalted you unto a Place sublime Oh may Gods Blessing still on you descend Remaining to our King a faithfull Friend God hath rewarded you for your great pains Eternal Mansions be your blest Souls gains Geometry cannot measure your great worth Emanent Logicks Science not set forth Or Arithmatâ—cks usefull Art number Rhetorick cannot more divinely move Gracious Moncks heart his Soveraign for to love Exceeding the kind faithfull Tuttle Dove Musick for sweetness d'ont exceed your voyce Of making so good praise worthy a choyce Not Nature but three Nations for 't rejoyce Christ blesse you and the sacred Trinityâ— King Charles to bring to 's Royall Dignity Grand famous Warrier maist thou still win faâ—â— Eternize your great vertues and your Name Oh let all Kingdomes of our joyes pertake Rouze other Nations and their Valour wake Great God of heavâ—n and Earth our Champion bless Ev'n with all joy Eternall happinesse Great Riches and Honours shall passe away Ended
thou wert ordain'd to dye Raise up your heart to 's heav'nly Majesty Y In height of bless up with bright Angels fly Joy after sorrow you enjoy at last Oh render thanks now griefs are over past Heav'n made you happy by a gracious King N New praises to your Maker daily sing Christ at last give your soul eternal gain Labour being past and all Earthly pain Oh Lord make you happy in life and death Be careful in spending your vital breath Ever in praise and honour of Gods name Raised by Christ to place of happiness Ynvested be in 's Robes of Righ eousness ON THE HONOURABLE COLONEL AND MY EVER HONOURED FRIEND S IR JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet c. RIght noble Knight I do admire your wit In acting of high matters proper fit Your Love was ever constant to the Crown Which hath purchas'd you great and high renown Your Name shall ever flourish and wax green And ' mongst the Worthies of this age be seen Your Wisdom solid is moves in due place It advanceth your name and noble race (*) Of Knights and Baronets Who can in England exceed Drakes great Name His worthy Ancestors of noble Fame Thou didst out-strip the Kings En'mies Please him still And to his Laws obedient and to his will His presence did revive your loyal heart His absence did increase your greater smart The Crommelites from him could get no Bayes It was to the King he did owe his praise He would not yield to any Tyrant great In his actions he walk'd upright compleat Oh what a high and lofty brain he had Not to buckle with Ruler was so bad Who durst to sit in 's Royal Soverains Throne Which did belong to our King Charles alone He could not therefore love him in his heart For shooting at King Charles his mortal dart He was the man King Charles his blood did shed He was accursed both alive and dead For â—ntting off King Charles's sacred head Oh how he did suck that most precious blood Who to three Nations would have done much good Drake's fit to be Counselor to a King He ever ready was comforts to bring His Wit 's profound his Genius mounts up high He serves his royal Master faithfully I must conclude Gods Spirit did you guide That in your acting did not walk aside AN ELEGIE ON THE Death of that most Excellent Religious and unparralel'd Queen of BOHEMIA Only Daughter to JAMES KING OF GREAT BRITAIN SISTER TO CHARLES THE FIRST AND WIFE to the most Illustrious ELECTOR FREDERICK KING OF BOHEMIA A Brave stately Cedar's faln in this land There 's no withstanding of th' Almighties hand Ah cruel death why didst thou now appear To rob us of a Jewel rich and rare The Mirrour of this Isse is now deceast Her death hath many Mourners now increast My gracious King and Nobles they do mourn And faithful servants o're her sacred Urn They mourn in heart with black Cloaks to the ground For such a Queen on earth 's scarse to be found This vertuous Queen of fair Bohemian land who in the true faith did most firmly stand Of all the famous Nations far and near Her like and parralel doth not appear She was extracted from a Royal stock Death came too soon and at her door did knock James that great King of Peace and learned skill Death would not spare for all his learned quill Nor yet his vertuous daughter shining bright But must away with him in sable night Great Queen of Sheba not more vertuous rare Then this great Queen within our Hemisphear When death doth summon we must all away From Princely furniture to beds of clay Before Queen Anne that famous Queen she dy'd There was before a glorious star espy'd 'T was of wonder and admiration 'T is sad to yield account of its station Many sad things it did portend i'th'end Which God Almighty then did quickly send Great Wars and Blood-shed then did after come Which rang'd o're many parts of Christendome But Germany did feel the stroke most great A heavy Famine little for to eat King James that learned and renowned King Which to this Kingdom did great Blessings bring Of Peace and Happiness to this Nation Both Penty Riches and stately fashion God hath Crown'd our Nation with great content A gracious King and blessed Parliament King James did write of that strange blazing star Seen before Queens Anns death that Princess rare 'T was to invite this Guest God sent this star Whose friends and nearest kin good Princess are Who though they run the race of men and dye Death serves but to refine their Majesty So did my Queen from hence her Court remove And put on death to be enthron'd above Then she 's not dead but sleeps no good Prince dyes But like the Days-Sun only sets to rise Since her sad death a bright star did appear I hope our Royal Queen will soon land here And will arrive at this famous City With noble Lords sweet Ladies and pretty Cleopatria not equal to thee Though fil'd with riches perfect Majesty Attended with a sumptuous stately Train Yet was at last by poysonous Asp there slain This blessed Queen was by death summon'd hence Rais'd up to Heav'n to receive recompence The blessed Angels did her soul convay Freed from all Troubles and the worlds annoy At last to enter her grand Masters joy Her many choice vertues for to recount Would up into afair Great volumn mount I want a Homer or a Mayhews pen Her worth and vertues to declare to men Her faith and patience was of that brave fame Which shall preserve her great and famous name Some famous Poet shall adorn your Herse And make you live by his immortal verse Du Bartus heav'nly Poets fit to write Of your rare Vertues which did shine most bright Beams of Eternal light lighten your soul Rich rare transcendent without mans controle I wish your soul high perfect happiness Amongst blest Saints with everlasting bless Transcendant hrppiness I hope you find None but Jesus Christ fil'd your heart and mind None but Anne and Elizabeth like to thee In radiant vertues and high Majesty Most blessed Queen you did prepare for death Advanc'd towards heav'n part with vital breath Nature most kind and grace you did set forth Ever to shew your vertuâ—s and great worth Bright shining vertues did your soul adorn Robes of Christs righteousness you have put on In and by Jesus Christ most happy be Ascend with Angels to the Trinity No earthly thing doth satiate the heart The holy Spirit doth all grace impart Grâ—nd vertuous Queen your ways were firm and good Advanc'd by Christ your Saviours precious blood Night of death came thou didst go to be 's bride Ere to sit down by Christ your Saviours side Bounty and Gods free love to you blest Saint Rais'd you up God heard your just complaint In full ripe years you were now cal'd away Advanc'd by Christ with your blest Bridegroom stay Christ
the day which you inherit At another time I do hope to see You exercise your Noble Chivalry Mean while kind Gentlemen I do you wish Health and Happinesse and Eternal blisse ON MY WORTHY FRIEND Wil. Bragge Esq ONE Of the Captains belonging to the Honorable Colonel SIR JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet his Regiment WHiles that you liv'd in Accademick Schools It taught you to discern wisemen from fools Learning taught you deep knowledge in the Arts Learning advanc't you unto Noble parts In learnings mine you labour'd to dig deep Advanc'd your Studyes took the lesser sleep May God Almighty you sleeping wakeing keep Brave Education doth good wits Advance Raise to Honour before Death leads his Dance Ah gracious Soul hereafter Inherit Goulden treasures obtain by Christs merit Grand Magazin of Wealth beyond compare Eternal treasures in the Heavens there Witts nimble fancy you can soon peirce Ingenious men you do most dearly love Learnings brave Litrature you do approve Lightnesse of mind though young you ' av laid asside In learnings sweetnesse you do firm abide Ayming at last to satiate your will May God in 's own due time your Ayme fulfill Beames of Eternal light lighten your Soul Raise you above where you may ne're condole An Angel guide you in Divinest things God give you favor of the King of Kings Give you the knowledge that is high Sublime Eternal knowledge that is pure Divine ON Consideration of our own WANTS And my Blessed SAVIOURS All-sufficiency I Am in straights dear Lord and now do find A remedy fit to content my mind My pretious Lord Christ doth supply all things In riches far surpassing Courts of Kings He is the grand Lord full of bright Majesty He 's the learnedst Dr. of Divinity Divines doth teach to bring us unto him He is my head O make of me a limb The Saints account it to be a member Lord make me grow in grace and Glorious splender What can I wish that thou wilt then withhold The choisest Jewels passing purest gold Thou art my best Treasure my gold my all In thee I live I move and ever shall Thou art my life Oh whither can I go Out of the way from thee is but to woe If life I wish death surely I shall find Death hell and sin against me doth combind Open the gate that leadeth unto bliss On let him bless me that Immortal is He is that light ye that bright glorious Sun Who will make an end as he hath begun He is that pretious vine that bore that grape Who quench'd the heaâ— of sin and lustfull rape He is the light of truth that glorious Sun Oh without him the world had been undone He is the way that leadeth unto life Out of that way it leadeth to all strife The wide broad way that leadeth unto hell Where damned souls and devils there doth dwel If ever thou dost mean happy to be Take care to serve the sacred Trinity The Father Son blest sprite the Holy Ghost Will keep all Blessed souls from being lost Christ is that Shepheard that doth keep his sheep He is a watchman when his soundly sleep He is our Physition when we are sick He comforts us against sins mortal prick He is that God that wonders great hath wrought He is our dearest friend our souls hath bought He is the word that teacheth us to live He is the Lord that doth all comforts give He is that fair polish'd and corner stone He is our God to whom we make our mone He is our Saviour and salvation Who sav'd our poor souls from Dâ—mnation He is that Bread of life man to preserve Give me thy merits not what I deserve He is the Lyon of fair Judahs tribe He sent his spirit with us to abide He is that safe and pretious way of Life That comforts all persons both Man and Wife I look unto the way that leads to Blisse I look unto the truth fair truth it is I look unto the life that life doth give I look to dye and in him for to live He is that bright and Heavenly day Starre That guided the wise learned men from far He is the subject of our sacred story He is the Door that enters unto glory If then so many comforts he doth bring Let us be thankfull to our Heavenly King I will now then conclude my mortal Storie Praying my Soveraign may be a Starre of Glory ACCROSTICKS ON That Rare and Exquisite Artist GEORGE WHARTON Esq GRand famous Wharton thou do'st write sublime End and begin of maters most Divine On nature of the Starres thou mountest high Rules perfect in that Art thou canst discry God ad a Blessing to thy Heav'nly Art E're happy be for what thou do'st impart Wisdome and Art thou do'st reveal to men High heav'nly Mist'ries by thy learned pen Arts hidden and Occult thou do'st set forth Rarly expressing your most Noble worth Things pleasant and delightfull thou do'st write On various things which doth mens minds delight Not fit to lye hidden but see the light Golden Artist thy Art and learned skil E're will I love and thy stately quil Of Planets high and lofty thou caust tell Range the Heavens and know where they do dwel God give you knowledg 'bove all earthly things E're for to live with that great King â—f Kings Whiles learned Wharton doth Communicate Heav'ns stately fabrick and Comensurate Astronomies learned Art to unfold Rich and rare truths unto the world hath told Treasures transcendent maist thou discover On famous Arts of Arts thou' rt a lover Now learned Wharton the best rules recover Glory after Death may your Soul obtain Eternal happinesse be your best gain Oh maist thou after death ascend on high Raised up unto that Heav'nly Majesty God grant hereafter thou maist see his face Enthron'd by Christ into a Heav'nly place Wher 's nothing wanting for the souls content Heav'n fills it up with divine ravishment After all travels past ascend at last Raptures to feed on divine rare repast Things that transcend mans eye and mortal ear On Sion hill the like doth not appear None can Thee satiate but thy Saviour dear ON My Worthy and Learned friend Mr. ROBERT GOMERSALL Batchelor in DIVINITY Late Deceased THy Learning Language and Rare Noble parts Thy truth Piety and deserving Arts. What is in Man thy Braine could comprehend Ever Real and faithfull to thy friend Renown'd Gomersall Thy name shall e're live I will due praises to your Mem'ry give Thou Build'st a Monument to dure as long As brave great Brytaine shall not want a Tongue For to express thy worth and Noble Fame Still to Preserve thy worthy Learned Name Thy Rich Doctrine was High and did transcend Taught Mortal man how God might be his friend Rais'd high the heart and mind did Elevate On Divine things for to contemplate Glory of the Age thou did'st live in Brought Presents Rare from our Heav'nly King These few lynes are thy Brave fame to Revive Thy Books will keep the Memory alive What shall I say As long as sand will Run Thy Hower Glass of Fame shall ne're be Done The AUTHORS Conclusion Dear Countrymen EXcuse my Lines though they are written plain Cast not on them your Envy or disdain If that my Sov'raign Lord you do love well You l like my Lines for 's sake who doth excel He 's a gracious King in mercy doth abound The like I know not where is to be found He 's humble patient Gentle to command And best deserves to râ—le this famous Land He doth abound in meekness and in grace God make me happy to see 's blessed face In Thirty Eight I kist his Royal Hand By means of 's Servant Monsieur le Grand In Moneth of June his blest Hand I did kiss All Health and Hapinesse I do him wish And pray that he may long and happy raign And after Death in Heaven er'e remain Let Angels then conveigh his Soul to bless From Earth to Heaven's Eternal Happinesse FINIS