doth you comfort give The Lord grant your blest soul long life to live Lord when thy servants work is done and past Eternal joyes give his blest soul at last This have I poorly drawn from your good Name Let Blessed Angels blow your Trump of Fame You have been like a Father unto me God bless your soul to all Eternity On the right worshipful and noble minded Gentleman Henry Ford Esquire one of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace in the County of Devon and Lieutenant Colonel to the Honorable Sir JOHNDRAKE Knight and Barronet c. High heâ—v'nly knowledge doth inrich thy mind Eternal happiness may your Soul find Not Nature but Grace doth thy Saviour please Restor'd by Christ cur'd of sinns disease Yâ—n brightness of his Glory maist thou shine Far more Transcendent than a brave Divine Ore Topps and Mountains thy Wit doth aspire Rais'd up to Heav'n By a heavenly fire Death shall not quench the flame of thy desire High dost thou mount by thy rich Phantasie Earâ—h can't turn it into an Extasie None none but Christ did that brave Martyr say Raise up thy thoughâ— live with Christ for aye Yet happy to have all things here on Earth Far more happy to have a blessed death On things 〈◊〉 thy blest Soul doth not feed 〈…〉 Divine 〈…〉 of immortal seed Death whâ—◠〈◊〉 come thou fear'st not oh beav'nly breed Wisdom and Learning doth adorn a man I mâ—kes him flourish and things duly scan Learning adorns a worthy noble mind Learning invites men to beloving â—ind It doth inrich the mind with knowledge store Adds lustre to its witt and makes it more Magnifie Gods great Name praise him therefore Could I your worthy noble parts rehearse And write the same in high immortal verse I should then to your Country then declare Your Vertues and your Learning rich and rare A mirrour to the World thou dost appear Thy Learning and thy Iudgment shineth clear Go on blest Saint in thy brave way to bliss And at the last enjoy Heav'ns happiness Lieutenant Ford One of those famous Worthies of my King God in his due time to happiness bring Eternal happiness after thy death To Gods glory er'e spend your vital breath On the Worshipfull Francis Poulet Esquire One of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace for the County of SOMERSET Fair may your Name be writ in book of Life Rais'd is your Soul'bove Earth and mortal strife Angells attend you both in life and death Nature bâ—ing spent yield up your vital breath Christ will call home your Soul in his due time Into his Manssion where it bright shall shine Sweet Saviour grant it so in place sublime Pondering and musing on Divine things On blessed Angells and the King of Kings Up may your Soul rise 'bove Earthly Story Lord mount it up to Eternal Glory Ended this life may your Soul mount on high There to reemâ—in to all Eternity Famous and Renow'd were your blest Ancestors Records of ' time shew forth your Progenitors A famous Author doth preserve their Name Not to be mention'd but with Trump of Fame Christ hath obtain'd by his precious merit In Heav'n a place your Soul to inherit Solace with Saints and the Holy Spirit Prudent in your actions and circumspect Oh may Gods mercy on you still reflect Up may you rise unto a Heav'nly Throne Lauding your blessed Saviour God aloâ—e E'r may you on Earth and heaven happy be Transcendent live to 's Sacred Majestie FRANCIS Free your Name doth signifie Right good Name doth the Owner dignisie And may the holie Spirit you comfort give Nurtur'd on Earth in Heaven for to live Casting your care on God and him to serve In health and sicknesse till grim Death shall come Sweetly resting in hope till Day of Dome Pleasures immortal may you e're enjoy On earth and heav'n past this vain Worlds annoy Up may your soul mount to eternal bless Lord give you true and perfect happiness Eâ—re may you shine like starr celestial bright T' enjoy the comforts of transcendent Light On Coming to the Right Worshipfull Sir COVRTNEY POLE Knight and Barronet his Court Holden at Brodwinsor in the County of Dorsâ—t the Fourth day of Aprill 1661. to take the Oath of Alegiance VVElcome to Brave Sir Courtney Pole his Court Where many Loyall Subjects do resort Come Sware With joy to be true to your King It was the hand of God that did him bring Into his Native Land to Rule and Raigne Rejoyce now Loving Friends with might and maine That the â—ing doth sway the septer of this Land Oh! be true and Faithfull to his Command Do you what good true Subjects doth befit That you may hereafter downe in Heav'n sit With Faithfull Abraham and his blest traine With Saints and Angles there for to remayne The Clouds of blacknesse Now are past away Our Soveraigne Lord hath brought a Glorious Day Let then your Loyal hearts with true Love burne After you 're sworne you may againe returne Vâ—â—o your Houses or Places Where you Dwell Wishing and praying none More may rebell Living in peace and Lâ—ving Each other Doing good not hurt to your Deare brother Let Writh and Anger cease that God may blesse And send you Everlasting Happinesse May'th the King and 's People live and so accord Truly to love and serve our gratious Lord. May the King and 's People live and agree In true Love Peace and perfect Amitie On hearing of his honoured and reverend Kinsman Edward Reynolds Doctor in Divinity consecrated Lord BISHOP of NORWICH As God hath call'd you to a Bishops Seat Long may you live and preach Gods Word compleat May your holy life give such example That your Charge o're Sin and Vice may trample May your holy life such example give That may proclaim that Christ in you do live And by his power doth foul Sin destroy And so at last enter your Masters Joy Welcome dear Kinsman to Norwich City A place rare ancient famous and pretty By your heavenly Doctrine you mount aloft And show how Christ mans sinful soul hath bought The preciousness of Faith you do descrie And mount the Soul up to Eternitie To see the face of Christ through holy Faith To behold his Word what our Saviour saith Repentance also you declare to men God bless your heav'nly Tongue and golden Pen And all your parts of Body Soul beside That you may o're a heav'nly Flock still guide To Heav'nly Cannan that Coelestial Hill Comfort the Saints with heav'nly Manna still God long continue your most happy dayes To tune your Tongue to your Creators praise Inspire your heart with a heav'nly flame As long as life continue praise his name Accept my language from a faultring Pen Who will reverence you ' mongst worthi'st men Oh happy then when holy Saints doth greet May we at lest our blessed Saviour meet And go with him into eternal bliss To have a Mansion with those Saints of his When your work is ended and
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
Men God will advance continue your rare Name Let Angels sound the Trump of thy great Fame Soladine after all his brave Conquests past Carryed but a Shirt unto his Grave at last God blesse the King 's High Court of Parliament That they may love and act with joynt consent When that your Gracious Soul away shall flie The Glorious Angels guide it to the skie When that your body shall be laid to sleep In Mother Earth your dust most safe shall keep When Crowns and honours shall turn to an Urn May Glory after Death be your Return On that Worthy Accomplished Gentleman Mr. Thomas Mayhew TRanscendent Mayhew for your royal Lines Writ with a quill pluckt from an Angells wing Shall flourâ—sh and wax green in future times For writing the welcome of our dearest King Who is the Fountain of our Bliss our All His Royal Person high Emperiall Of brave Mayhews Writing let 's take a veiw So rich so rare and of so fair a hew Mount up rare Mayhew get Promothean Fire To warm thy wings and mount high by desire Thou dost bestir thy golden nimble Pen To exhilerate the sad hearts of men Thy hew is glorious in the Moneth of May The Flowers then are fair fresh look full gay Flowers then are sweet pleasant rare and new Nones fairer have expressed then Mayhew His dainty Fancy and his golden Pen Doth eqâ—â—l if not exceed most of Men Thy Noble Spirit it doth soar alost Christs precious blood thy pure soul dearly bought Thy Genius is sublime and mounteth high Thy blessed Saviour will thee dignifie Thy Muse doth soar up high and elevate Thy thoughts are profound and do contemplate On things sacred sumpt'ous rare and divine which shall continue as long 's Mortal time Maynewâ— is brave sublime and royal Pen Doth â—eetly please delight the hearts of Men. His Thâ—am is high and lofty is his Spirit Which one Day will the spacious Heaven inherit Long may you live to write on divers things On high Jehovah and the state of Kings High Matters do well become thy brave Pen To solace rich Saints and the best of Men Mayhew doth fill he minde with wonders great In writing in such manner brave compleat The more thou dost extol and praise my King The more I will thee praise thy goodnesse sing My weak Pen cannot expresse thy rare worth A Homer or Lucan must it set forth In perfect Colours and thy Noble hew Who can expresse and write like brave Mayhew The very lustre of thy famous Name Shall still preserve thy rare and Noble Fame Let Angels sound the Trump of thy high praise For to continue beyond length of Dayes Let Time be weary for to measure times So long or longer dure thy Famous Lines Let Angels sing the praises of your Verse Which I weak man not able to Rehearse I wish and pray that long long thou mayst live More Royal Verses to my Soveraign give Upon the Sight of King Charles the II. his Picture at the Honourable Colonel Sr. JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet his House at Trill in Devon IF that the Shadow doth the minde content Much more the Substance pure excellent If that the Shadow doth such Reverence move What will the Substance with dear faithfull Love If that the Shadow do but represent How doth the Substance give most sweet content Though 's hair be black yet his Soul 's white within God keep his Body safe his Soul from sin Christ our Saviour and Immortal King CHARLES REX to the highest honours bring May he be happy 'bove all Kings on Earth Eternally happy after his death I want Apelles Pencil for to limb And Homers famous Pen to paint out him His royal Head the watch-Tower of the Sences His sweet Clemency pardons great Offences His Eyes though black yet do most purely shine His Knowledge high like a Rare Divine His Eye of Providence did long foresee The Effects of Times and how they would be His precious Eares do ever love to hear Gods sacred Word which he doth hold most dear His Smelling sweet things doth revive his sences God and our gracious King pardons offences Yet to a Lover nothing smells more sweet Than Mâ—striss breaâ—h when lipâ— and hearts do meet His Taste is pure sweet with Delectation By Faith he feeds on Christ for his Salvation His Feeling's quick and all his Sences good His greatest Treasure is Christs precious blood His rubie Lips though shadowes I could kiss His Soul and Body God for ever bless His Lilly white hand I have kiss'd before And hope hereafter to kiss it once more His golden Crown doth by his sweet side lie After this life may his Soul mount on high Above the Sphears and bright star spangled Skie To live with 's Saviour Christ eternally I 'le pray that he may long and happy raign And after death in Heaven e're remain On 's sacred MAJESTIES CORONATION The blest Precursor of Reformation THis Day my Gracious Soveraign crown'd shall be And will show forth his Royal Majestie God blesse that reverend hand that crown 's our King Let us praise God that he did safely bring Him hither for to sit on 's Fathers Throne It was the handy work of God alone Famous Albemarle was the Instrument Of our royal Comforts and high Content Cncurring with the blessed Parliament God give him a happy and a blessed Boon Comfort his blest Soul Morning Night and Noon Rejoyce this Day Great Britains KING is crown'd Long may he live and ever be renown'd Oh let his Life and Glory so transcend That Every Nation may become his Friend Defend Him Lord who is Faiths Defender Strengthen Brethren and confirm the Tender Protect him Lord who art the Worlds Protector From 's Enemies and every ill Projector Famous King Charles let his Name ever Ring Royal brave Anthems to his praises sing The Nobles and the Gentry flock to see This famous far renown'd Solemnitie Oh what a Royal Stately and brave sight To see the King with 's Nobles shine most bright In Radicant manner with that luster shine With Royal Glory and with Lords Divine Royall attended with a Princely Train Not inferiour to brave Great Charlemain To that Famous Abby Our Soveraign came Bravely attended with his Men of Fame The Noble Lords all came in their order In their Rich Robes and most stately border Coller of Esses their George and brave things Fit well becoming the high state of Kings The Bells did ring Conduits run wine all rejoyce Expressing it both with hand heart and voice When he had heard a Sermon preached there He was conducted to an ancient Chair Where many Kings have been crown'd in this land God still preserve thaâ— blessed happy hand But first his brave grand Champion claim'd the Crown For our true Soveraign of so great renown They did acknowledge him to be true Heir And did conduct him to that Royal Chair Being the next great Prince of Royal Blood Who will undoubâ—ed do this
Nation good The Nobles then did performe their Duty And â—omage to their Gracious Soveraign Lord. They put their hands unto the Royal Crown And venture Life and state for his Renown The Reverend Bishops preach to him Gods Word Which he most ready is for to obey God keep his Person safe both Night and Day They present themselves at his Royall Feet His Sacred Person did them kindly greet And most lovingly did kiss their Right Cheek In gallant manner and â—n order meek A Ring 's put on as wedded to a Wife Great God of Heaven preserve him all his life Our King 's anointed with most precious Oyl May he his Enemies overcome and quail Then was the Crown put on his sacred head Let Angels guide him till his soul be fled And afterwards convey his Soul to blisse To Glory and Eternall happinesse Great Acclamations made God save the King The Trumpets sounded and with Ecchoes ring Let Bonfires blaze and Bells out loud now ring To show our Love unto our Graciouâ— King The Great and Glorious God assist my Pen To write of my Soveraign the best of Men That Rules and Raigns in Fair Great Britans Isle Let 's praise the Lord that he doth on us smile The King of Kings give Power for to write On him in home he taketh great delight No Angel will forbid quills from his wing To write in praise of my renowned Ring Some blessed holy precious Angel bright Give me a Quill from his rare Wing to write What I do for my Dear Soveraigns sake My drow sie Muse O Lord do thou awake My mind will be content my heart at ease If some fow Lines may my Dear Soveraign please This royal Solemnity being past They did return in order all at last It was a stately Sight there for to see The Nobles passe in Rank in their Degree But b'ing * 115 miles far distant cannot now relate The manner how they rode or walkt in state It was my happinesse for to see King Charles the first crowned for to be In the same manner I do apprehend Thu was perform'd and so do draw to'n end Wishing praying my Soveraign long may live More worthy Lawes unto his Subjects give Lord give my Soveraign a Vertuous Queen As ever was in fair Great Britain seen Grant him a happy Issue prosperous Raign Long here on Earth with Saints for to remain After this Mortal Crown shall passe away Give an immortall Crown ne're to decay In the higheâ—t heav'ns where the Saints excell In that blest Place may his Soul ever dwell On His most Excellent MAJESTY King Charles the Second His exspected coming to the Honourable Colonel FRANCIS WINDHAM his House at Trent WElcome Dear Soveraign welcome to Trent May it yield your Highness all sweet content Even to Admiration Astonishment At difference of the times You live to see How sad you were now joyfull may you be Let all true Subjects yeild to God the praise That did prolong Your Life with happy Dayes Behold the Place once you were in sorrow Some time to rest your felf you did borrow Your sacred Majesty made choyce then to rest With one of your faithfull Subjects lov'd you best Mr. Francis Windham of a happy Name May he e're live in honour and in Fame His heart and house reaâ—y to entertain So Gracious a Guest with him to remain A Guest above all others did excell Who wisht with you for ever for to dwell The times then were wilde dangerous and wood Windham adveutu'rd's Life to do you good Francis Free his Name doth signifie Receiving you his Name did dignifie Behold the Place that sheltred my Dear Lord Who alwayes trusted in Gods holy Word Which his Faithfull Servant did him afford In time of need and horrid Danger deep When many for your Person then did weep Your Grace kept waking whiles that they did sleep Let 's praise God who did your Soul deliver From cruel Men and bloody Oliver Your Gracious heart was sad when you pass'd by And saw an Object of Englands Tragedy Brave Noble Learned Digby's Famous Seat A Place of strength and beauty most compleat I should but Eclipse his great noble worth Weakly and lame t' expresse it and set forth There is a Famous River called Trent Where thirty Rivers are into it sent These several Rivers fall into her Flood And thirty sorts of Fish to do men good More various are the Favours of my King Innumerable Comforts they do bring From the greatest Subject unto the least Happy is he that hath so Rare a Guest No thing is wanting that may set forth Some part of Lustre of the Owners worth A Windham brave vert'ous wise did you cherish This Windham kept you that you might not perish The King of heaven highly him reward That of my Soveraign had such due regard I ne're was in the House of this brave Wight And therefore know not fully how to write Pardon dear Prince my weaknesse and accept A Mite instead of Pounds for my great Debt During my Life I will Sir dayly pray God preserve my Soveraign both Night and Day When Crowns and honours shall be laid in Dust May Your Soule live in Happinesse ' mongst the Just When Death shall put a Period to your Daies God crown your soule with wreaths of heav'nly baies On his most excellent Majesty King CHARLESH his expâ—â—ted coming to the Right honourable JOHN 〈…〉 his House at Henton S. George WElcome dread Soveraign welcome to this Place Unto a Noble Lord who loves your Grace Your Royal Father here took great Delight Pleasing his Sâ—nces and his Eye most bright Nought is here wanting that may give content Even to admiration Ravishment For wholesome Dwelling and sweet healthy Aire Few Places in the County can compare A neat compacted House in brave order Rich Pictures Hangings and stately Border Land skips and Maps for to delight the sence With many other things of Excellence Rich Curtains and sumptuous Tapestry Rare and soft Beds of Down whereon to lye Walks Water works Gardens Parks Oh brave Seat Where 's nothing wanting to make it compleat With other sumptuous stately costly things Fit well-becomeing the high state of Kings Nothing is wanting here that may set forth Some part of lustre of the Owners worth Wellcome Emperial Monarch I do say Where You do come you 'l make a Halcyon Day Shine forth bright Sol unto my Soveraign dear And show thy self now that he doth appear Within this pleasant kind of Paradice God blesse your Councellors that give advice Part of that Noble Order that attend The dew of heaven still on them descend And all the rest that do my King follow Let time and death all your Enemies swallow Let glorious Planets all then now rejoyce And we your Subjects for to hear your voice And see your sacred Person at this time Extend your Vertues 'bove a Grand Divine And eke blest Physician for to cure The Kings Evil which many do endure
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
this life enjoy a glorious Day Oh that my Dull Muse could fully expresse Rich rare transcendent future happinesse God hath in heavâ—n I hope laid up for thee E're blessed Mansion to Eternitie Mount up alost you shall to Saints above On Angells wings your blessed Soul shall fly Neere to our Saviour mounting up on high Convey'd by Angels to a place sublime Kings Saints and Martyrs there may your soul shine On the most Reverend FATHER in GOD William Juxon Arch bishop of Ganterbury His Grace Willing ever to serve your Soveraign Lord Industrious to advance Gods sacred Word Laud still the Lord that did our Soveraign bring In his due time unto his Fathers Throne Advance the Name of Jah of God alone May you shine bright like a Transcendent one Jesus the grand true Bishop of your Soul Up hath rais'd you by your Soveraign dear Xalted on high in our Hemisphear On your Royal Master you did fix your love None higher then your self did he approve When he was to suffer that fatal stroake It made your heart to bleed yea heart of Oake Lamenting sore for your Soveraigns death Like to have cost you your dear vitall breath In Jesus Christ you did put all your trust Angells still guide you till you turn to dust Mongst Saints and Angells shine among the Just Jn Troublous Times at last you liv'd to see Unto your joy his sacred Majesty Xonerated from his pain and grief Our gracious God did send him his relief Next to Gods Name let us extoll him chief Wayting long at last our Sunn did arise In radiant manner clearing our dim eyes Lamenting him whose Death they did deplore It was a Blest Time when brave Monck did bring Again our gracious Soveraign Lord and King May we due praises of our Soveraign sing Jt pleas'd our good God after many years Unto your joy being almost drown'd in tears Xalt your griev'd heart and sorrowfull minde On your Dread Soveraign Lord who was so kinde Now double joy doth spring your King to find When that sable Day and sad Night of Death Iudicious Juxon stop thy Soveraigns breath Lord what a time was then to your sad Soul Lamenting his departure did condole In grief and tears you were almost drown'd then A better happy time God hath you sent May heav'ns King crown you with most sweet content Jn heavenly things you do spend your Dayes Unto your grand King and Creators praise Xhorting Christians purely for to live Oh blessed Soul such fair Instructions give None none but Christ can our foul sinnes forgive Wisdome advanceth Men of good desert It crown 's that Man who hath a perfect heart Lord inflame your heart with holy fire Let your Affection be of like desire In place as your Grace is advanced high Angels after Death with your soul then flie Mount up aloft to highest Majestie Jnstall'd a Bishop in a blessed time Uprai's'd to honour to a place sublime Xalted may you be to place of Blesse Of heavenly Glory and Happinesse Nâ—re Jesus Christ in Robes of Righteousnesse On the most Reverend FATHER in GOD Edward LORD BISHOP of NORWICH My ever Honoured Priend and Kinsman Christ called you unto his * Dean of Christ Church in Oxen. Church again Enabling you in 's service to take pain But long you did not then continue there But in a higher Place did soon appear You reap'd a happy Guerdon for your love Both King and Kingdome did your wayes approve God guided you by his sacred Spirit After this Life Eternall joyes inherit You preacht before the Commons and our King Praising the Lord that did our Soveraign bring At last with joy unto his Fathers Throne It was the glorious work of God alone Your loyalty unto our Gracious Lord Doth now unto you great comforts afford Your healing precious Balm was well apply'd The king the happy Bridegroom to our Bride The bride this Kingdome was married at last Your Griefs and Sorrows then were everpast Oh let us to our God most handfull be That did preserve his Royall Majestie Oh how I did rejoyce to read you †Sermons before the King and Parliament Books And therein see your gracious heart and looks It did mâ— drooping spirits then revive God garde â—â—y Sov'raign keep him long alive And thaâ— his Enemies he may overcome Preserve his Ofspring till the Day of Dâ—me Let REYNOLDS then ever renowned be For 's healing Balme for Royal Sov'raignty He did prepare the Physick for to cure The Maladie which long we did indure God blesse all the happy Physicians skill That did obey Gods word and it fulfill The happy Patriots of our Country dear Which doth our Gracious Soveraign love and fear Unite their hearts in Bonds of faithfull Love Loving's Majestie and his Acts approve And being made happie with all sweet content By a brave blessed healing Parliament On my Ever Honoured Friend and Kinsman Doctor Iohn Castle Esquire one of the Clerks of his Majesties Privy Seale Iohn Gratious your name doth signify Oh! how good Names the owners Dignify Hereditus was for brave History Nathan a Prophet in Divine Mistery Casting Your Care on God hath set You 〈◊〉 Advanc'd you to former Dignitie Still by your Vertues get to honours seate The grand King of Kings make you still Compleat Laid low by Warre yet Christ hath rais'd you up Even to Dine and at last with him to Sup. Iesus of Nazareth gâ—iâ— you in your Wayes Oâ— Christ 〈…〉 full 〈◊〉 his praise H 〈…〉 high of Bless No 〈…〉 Can you Wish Constant e're in serving your Lord and God And alwaies diligent to hear his word Serving your Lord and Master faithfully The King of Heav'n and Earth you dignifie Laud God above who hath Preserv'd your life E're made you happy for a verâ—uous wife In all your troubles you were not dismaid On God you put your truâ— were not afraid Hosanna then at last may you soul sing None could you draw from your dear Soveraign King Christ gave your mind rest after so much pain Advanc't you to Honour and place Agâ—â—n Still did you wâ—â—te upon the â—and of God The Tyrants pow'r's removd his cruel Rod. Lord thou hast brought my friend for to sit down Ev'n under the Rayes of a blessed Crown Iudicious Sir I love your learned Arts On vertue grounded and Renowned parts Heavenly fire doth inflame your mind Nought can remain of Droâ—s b'ing thus refind Christ make you happie both in Life and Death Advance his glory with your vital breath Standing still firm and constant in your faith Truth to maintain and what our Saviour saith Lâ—uding the Lord in the most sadest time Even then your soul did mount to place sublime In contemplation and divinest things On things Celestial and the King of Kings High Heav'nly Raptures for to place your minde None so sweet and good on Earth as Christ to find Clouds of calamity being past away Advanc't you now to see a Halcyon day Salvator Mundi
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
do pray for our gracious King The King of Kings your soul to glory bring In his due season to a glorious state To live and reign with the regenerate O what sweet Raptures doth proceed from thee Ravish the mind with divine Extasie Until my soul shall up to Heav'n ascend God make me happy with so good a friend Who can conduct my soul to heavenly bliss To full fruition of heav'ns happiness Ah blessed soul what more then can I say Night of death come may you see a glorious day ON S IR. ROB. BRET Wearing a LEEK IN HIS HAT ON S. Davids Day And in playing Gleek with two Noble Ladies FRom Royal Tuders stock Eliza came That famous and renowned Queen whose fame Shall ever live in fair great Britains Isle Her gracious Actions still doth on us smile Her name doth fragrant smell amongst the Saints Our gracious King will hear our just complaints This day being Davids Saint doth me invite To shew forth a beam of its radiant light A King and Prophet that did bravely raign Beyond the State of that great Charlamayn A man very rare after Gods own heart Oh may we in Gods service bear a part Eliza that Majestick Royal Queen Her Leek on Davids Day was to be seen Which she did wear in honour of that day In silk and silver beautiful and gay Though first of March seem'd in the moneth of May. The valiant old Britains strong and stout Foild their enemies and gave them the rout The Leek did wear and for a sign display Vanquisht their enemies made them run away It is a joy to see the old green Leek Worn in friends Hats and see them now at Gleek These noble Ladies doth become the place Heroick-like playes with a comly grace Friends long may you wear Leeks and at Gleek play And when you marry Sir be an Alchion Day ON D R. T. FULLERS Putting down the NORMAN RACE in his History of the Church of Britain SEt up again that Royal Norman Race Which you of late turn'd down with such disgrace But you are wise to run the race of men To change your mind as you can change your Pen. Is this your noble zeal to Royal Stock To turn them down as of it make a mock Turn't up again and do no longer stay Lest being spide it carries gain away For writing of that goodly stately book If that our Soveraiu Lord should on it look Peruse that irksome passage and it find It would no doubt be much against his mind You did it then ' gainst your mind and reason To set it up 't would be connted treason But that time is past now a better 's come Arnend that Act lest you receive your dome Now that the learned Doctors life 's ended Some friend of his may get it to be mended ACCROSTICKS ON THO. FULLER Doctor of Divinity and late Prebend of New SARUM THy Name is botomless so is your Art High skil'd in History for to Impart Open your Treasury and let men view Mines most profound of Riches old and new Ascend Rare Sir unto that Radiant skie Soare up aloft unto the Heavens high Fair Charecters of Grace may your heart hold Vertues sacred pure and more worth then Gold Lifting up your heart to your Saviour Dear Low be in self high in your Hemisphear E're may you be Blest by Gods Heav'nly Grace Rais'd up at last to see His glorious Face Thrones mighty high shall be subdu'd at last Heav'n continues when Earthly things are past Oh! then Remember Sir your later end Mercy and Peace obtain to be your friend As all things pass on this vain Globe below Soar up aloft where better fruits doth grow Fervent in your Prayers and in Preaching Unto Heav'n you do direct your Teaching Lay hold on Christ let him be your sure Guide Lay hold on Him and you shall never slide E're that the World was made he did Elect Ransom'd his Servants and will them Protect Transcendent in your Calling manifold High Raptures to Declare out of Gods word Open your mouth wide and set forth his Praise Mongst blessed Saints may you spend all your Dayes After this mortal life is gone and past Soare up to Heav'n and live with Christ at last Fair sacred Beames that doth your Soul Inspire Up raise your Heart and so Inflame desire Like to a Conduit-pipe thou do'st convay Laborious sweetness and Christs Rich Aray E'rlasting Joyes prepared for you in store Remain for your Blest Soul for evermore Translucent Fuller with thy Golden Pen High Misteries utter and declare to Men. Old and young both sexes give Dainty food Meat seasonable choice new old and good As Fountain-like flow out with streams of Grace Saciate enough the Saints in every Place Full to the Brim let thy sweet Nectar flow Up to the Highest Heav'ns let your thoughts go Laid low in self most high thy Soul will mount Lord let his Rich Soul be of High account Eternal God Crown him in his last Dayes Record his Name for Ever Thee to Praise ON The hearing of the general Muster of the Honorable COLONEL SIR. Iohn Drake Knight and Baronet one of the Deputy Lieutenants of the County of Devon and one of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace of the said County his Regiment on Otery-hill the 20th of June 1661. LOok do you see on yonder Hill The brave bred Souldiers shew their skil A royal gallant Company appear To the Noble Colonel counted dear They did their brave rich Colours there display Their stately Gallantry on a soul Day But at the last the he'vens began to smile And all did blesse and none did them revile The several Captains did march in state And did their Colonel congratulate They did there then march in brave manner And did mount up their rich stately Banner They did I say their stately Colours show For others as well as themselves to know Their Feathers wag and their rich Rapiers shine A Sermon preacht by a sound rare Divine Solid learned Ashford was that brave man Oh may they his profound points duly skan He did both duty teach of God and King And to their joyful hearts much comfort bring Look up brave Sonldiers see your Caesars come Advance your pikes shoulder musket and make rome Suppose you saw Alexander the Great A Warrier brave a Souldier most compleat Methinks I saw Hanibal Scipio there Brutus Tigranes Tamberlain appear Dion Phocion stout Marius and the rest Themistocles Fabius of Souldiers best Methinks those famous men I did then see A sumptuous stately gallant Company To these brave famous men I would advance Look on by standers see their Palfraies prance In fit season advance their Warlike Pikes And see management of War like Rites Great famous Caesar he will come and see K. Charles You brave Gentlemen march in Your degree Oh had I Homers Pen to advance Yee And write according to your Company Of your desert and high deserved merit The honour of