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Calvers royall vision. With his most humble addresses to His Majesties royall person.
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Calver, Edward, fl. 1649.
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1648
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which is moe your Royall race shall be Stil Subject to the danger of revenge Of deadly hatred desperate war and change That though you this way should the conquest gain Yet thus you should in no contentment raign But still possesse that with continuall fear Which you shall conquer with much cost and care But here dread Soveraigne do not me mistake Of harmlesse lines no harsh construction make Nor yet suspect my Loyalty at all I neither see or yet foresee your fall Nor fear the same but with that jealous care With which men keep their jewells which are rare Nor do I think nor would I here present That in a prison you should rest content You at whose Royall awfull just command Should all the prisons in your Kingdomes stand Nor do I hold it in your highnes bad If no way else your freedome can be had If you use force and shew your Princely might To gain by strength what is in truth your right But onely this this makes me thus assume Thus past the bounds of duty to presume My loyall reall Christian and intire Intents of heart my prayer and desire That Peace may make the path unto you joy Which fought by war the seeking may destroy Besides dread Soveraigne and most Christian Prince If this my vision may give evidence Of your ascending to your Throne in fame Sure war is not the way unto the same For in that Vision or that rapture rare No signes appear'd of war of force or feare No Cloudes not any opposition seen But all concurring gentle sweet serene And joyfull tokens of such Peace and love As if some heavenly Parliament above In consultation voted your release And blest returne unto your Throne in peace Peace Christian peace my pen's too weak by oddes To shaddow 't out unto the life the Gods Yea that same God who doth the Gods excell Delights in Peace in Peace delights to dwell Hath made his Throne the Throne of Peace his sonne The Prince of Peace and who below hath won More glory then that King of Peace or rather That God of Peace amongst us men your Father Who gain'd by Peace that glory and renowne Which Europe could not equall to his Crowne Who having heere in Peace his Office done To his reward eternall peace is gone Where he no doubt desires his throwne below Should still remaine the same he did bestow A throne of peace which he hath found the way Unto that glory never shall decay Upon the Earth whiles Sunne and Moone shall shine Nor yet in Heaven when those our lights decline Shall any heart then so conceive amisse To feare a branch of such a stock as this Should prove so far degenerate from kind As to be of a cruell bloody minde It must be sure a cruell heart must thinke Such cruell thoughts which never yet could sink Into my head nor ever shall I trust The powers producing are not so unjust No no deare Soveraigne no I am possest You have a tender heart within your breast And are by nature properly inclin'd To Peace and concord of a gentle minde Inheritance doth make these virtues yours Besides the working of supreamer powers That if your highnesse ever did adhere Or ever shall to any needlesse war Or any other cruell act I know It cannot from your disposition flow But must be rather forced or a thing Proceeding from a mis-informed King By such as work upon your Majesty To work their owne unnappy ends thereby Doubtles full waighty is a Crowne to weare And oft as full of danger as of care The danger of seducing heads as great As all the care had to uphold a State If ever Monarch since the worlds encrease Had need of patience and a love of Peace Then sure your Highnesse of which gifts indeed I want expressions to explaine your need Besides the troubles tryalls greefe of heart Your Grace hath beene in and are yet in part Which sure might move the most unmoved spirit That flesh and bloud did ever yet inherit When I consider of ensuing dayes When heavens I hope your Majesty shall raise Unto your Throne and Crown your temples yet With that same precious Diadem is fit When you arrived at this port for peace Which you have sail'd to through such rugged Seas Where like one banisht raised to renowne Or like your Grace from prison to a Crowne Your Highnesse should expect a happy rest A blessed Sun-shine when the storme is past Wherewith to warme to comfort joy and cheare Your sad and weary Sacred Soule most deare With all those Royall ample during blest And sweet injoyment that befits you best When thus I say your Highnesse should remain Thus Crown'd with Peace in happinesse to raign Oh how my thoughts my thoughts as out of place Are heere molested thinking on your Grace To think how then your Peace may be molested By dreadfull motions of revenge suggested Me thinks I fore-see or at least I feare What powerfull objects of your future care Will be presented dayly to your eies Presented too perhaps in teares and cryes Most strong Petitions to your Noble Grace By such as have beene suffters in your case That then at last they may have their desire And quench those flames revenge will set on fire Revenge revenge a just revenge O King Ingaging to your Highnesse in the thing Will be a dayly eccho in your eares With such a trumpet sounding out your cares And wrongs sustained with their owne this war As will prevaile if not prevaile too far But heavens I hope nay more then hope I know If they in peace and mercy will bestow Your throne upon you which I hope to see They will there with bestow such a degree Of gifts and vertues on your Royall Grace As shall both please them and befit your place Besides Great King as I have showne in part You have I doubt not in your breast a heart Which is by nature tender sweet and milde As best befits a peacefull Fathers childe By birth a son of peace and sure will prove By grace I trust a Prince of peace and love And so be able wisely to resist The dreadfull motions that revenge suggest And stop your eares unto that hidious cry Wherein conceal'd doth all confusion ly The bane and ruine both of Church and State Especially where ruine was so late That so when heavens have set your Highnesse free You may no more in bonds insnared be But seeke by peace and concord to enjoy What war and discord did so late distroy Preferring peace above the suits of those That beg revenge although upon your foes Supposed foes or foes that will recant And beg your Graces pardon which to grant Will blesse your Grace and set your Throne more sure Then black revenge for ever can procure And raise your Highnesse higher still and higher Untill your Grace shall to that Throne aspire Erected in the highest heavens above The Throne of God the seat of peace and love Where Kings of peace and men of peace shall raigne In peace and glory ever shall remaine Unto which Throne I shall not cease to pray That Heavens may thus direct you in the way That manger what might move you to miscarry You may not from that heavenly dictate vary But steere your course still in this calme of rest Where sailing's safe and to arrive is blest That when your Highnesse hath this voyage past And be arrived at that same Haven at last The Heaven of Havens the shore of all renowne The Throne of God to weare a better Crowne You then may leave that blessing to your sonne Our hopefull Prince that blessed James hath done Unto your Grace a Throne of Peace I meane That so his Crowne may flourish may be green And free from war and envy 's nipping blast May bring forth fruits of glory which may last And make his Highnesse to his Subjects prove The blessed blessed Object of their love And England henceforth ever understood A Land of Peace no more a field of bloud Thus Gracious Soveraigne on my knees to crave The pardon Loyall muses wont to have As building on your Goodnesse I begun So begging your forgivenesse I have done FINIS
affections all God men and Angels for Your aid do call Do not dread Soveraigne do no then deny To tender what befits Your Majesty Let it be no impediment to Peace To treat with Subjects for a Kings release Or to compound for that which is well known To be or hath been ever thought Your own But rather look beyond the deeds of men And view a hand of providence herein And to that secret hand of heav'ns submit So far as heav'ns revealed have is fit Doubtlesse the work here which implores Your aid Ought not through small things to become delaid It being of a consequence so great That being undone it undoes the State Unlesse Your greatnesse Royall Majesty Shall with Your Graces Parliament comply No sound Religion can establisht be No Peace be setled in a safe degree No glory in the Crown of England had Nor hope of future glory which is sad No Lawes ordained which will ever stand No love no joy no plenty in the Land No freedome to the Subject given no ease Of any present burden but increase Besides that sore that present bloody vent will run 't is like untill the stream be spent And England made the scorn of future dayes Which hath so long been Europes highest praise All which consider'd and a thousand ills Which hence would follow past the art of quills To figure fully will my Liege I know Incite Your Highnesse though you should stoop low To put your sacred saving hand to stay Our dreadfull ruines and your Lands decay In that sad posture yet your Realms are in You are the loser whosoever win And though my duty shall be kept in store Yet I am doubfull heav'ns will call no more If You hold back now from Your Parliament When heav'ns hath for you such a chariot sent But sure Your Highnesse will not so decline Not hazard so the tempting powers divine Least when Your Grace and Subjects would agree By Heavens displeased should prevented be Those powers above by whom Kings raigne below And fade and flourish as seas ebbe and flow Arise arise then glorious Sun arise And let your rayes illuminate our eyes And warm our heavy chilled hearts to see You in Conjunction with your starres that free From opposition while the skies are fair You may ascend to your meridian chair Your lofty throne which is your due and thence Your healthfull beams on us below dispence That underneath your footstooll we may sit A loyall joy full happy people yet Hark hark then England dying England here Are hopes of comfort helps for cure appear Lift up thy head though heavy and thy heart And out of duty having done thy part In begging pardon for thy follies past Thou may'st expect a joyfull day at last Thy Sun will now arise thy starres give way As lights too feeble to produce a day And out of duty will resigne the right Unto the fountain of their borrowed light Upon petition by me made I find Both Jupiter and Mars are thus inclin'd Whence all the order of those lights above Do out of question thus aspected move Addresse thy self then England for this thing Prepare thy Bonefires fit thy bells to ring But above all adorn thy inward parts With thankfull loyall and religious hearts That praises sounding and thy prayers ringing May make such melody in heaven for bringing Thy Soveraigne home and sufferings to a stay That heav'ns may finish not this work delay Thus gracious Soveraigne I your Subject born Your Christian Subject otherwise forlorn In croching on a Subjects freedome have I feare offended and become your slave Attempting stead of sublime wings to fly With fordid and to soare a pitch too high But gracious Soveraigne let your Highnesse know I had been silent or had kept below Had not the Vision not a fond conceit Which heavens allow'd me lifted me this height Where heavens on purpose I thinke did intend What they had picturd should by me be pen'd That so your Highnesse and the world might see How far in favour with the Heavens you be And what a height of glory and renown They doe intend you after casting down If you resist not but the Heavens be blest Your Highnesse late hath so dispeld this mist So dash'd this doubt so rac'd this scruple made As may the most obdurate heart perswade Your Royall ample gracious answer sent In tearms of peace unto your Parliament Are such as sure no Christian eye can view Or eare can heare and not their cheeks bedew With teares of joy to your hearts intent So full and firme for peace and truth in print Which praise in poynt to your eternall fame Shall outlive cruel fate and blesse your name Besides some former waking thoughts of mine The rather makes me heereunto incline Where treating of your troubles in the West As in those extant Verses is exprest I do compare your Highnesse to the Sun Ascribing of our cares but then begun In part unto our Suns your sacred Graces Then rising in the Suns unwonted places The West and how it was a wonder strange Prognosticating to the Land a change Which much portended as th' event displayes Times of confusion most prodigious dayes Which should continue till our darkned East Should with our Suns your Soveraigne beams be blest Which Meditations by this vision since So far confirmed and by evidence So clear and powerfull who can be so dull To think that empty which appeares so full Great King I cannot but 't is in my breast That this in part shall come to passe at least But gracious Soveraigne On that heere my quill Dip'd in some Fountaine on Pernassus hill To draw Petitions could afford such inck As might into your tender bosome sinck Suppose that heavens insensed Heavens above Out of displeasure rather then in love If you requir't admits you to retire Unto your throne in ruine blood and fire By force I meane as a reward most fit For such as will not tearmes of peace admit Thus you perhaps may gaine what you have lost But thus to gaine what will the purchase cost 'T is sad to thinke 't is dangerous to try But above all 't is deere full deere to buy Much blood must spill before this spoyle be wone And who can tell what precious blood may runne 'T is sure that wound within our Kingdomes side Now almost desperate must be made more wide And blood must more and more defile the Land And make it yet more weake and tottering stand But whatsoever under this doth groan Dear Soveraigne let not bloud defile your throne That matchlesse throne so many years hath stood Unstain'd whiles all the world hath been in blood Besides Great Prince if through these ruines past These seas of danger you arrive at last Upon your throne in spight of all oppose Yet all will but exasperate your foes Who though subdued for the present will Retain a heart to be revenged still Whereby your Highnesse and your Kingdomes three And