Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne Shall hee so much was praised whilst hee lived For vertue loved and who so much was grieved At vyces of this age now beeing gone Bequeath his vertues to oblivion No since both rich and poore so well were pleased His memorie must needs bee eternized My Muse must praise such vertues as did dwell Within his Soule which made him so excell Which wee must imitate and alwayes strive Wisely to vse our Talents whilst wee live By his example who defunct doth rest In Heaven with him in whom he put his trust The vertues of the living men should praise That more and more wee may true vertue raise Till like the graine of mustard-seed it grow And all the World aboundantly ore-flow True vertues praise I heartlie doe intend Till that my breath and mortall life shall end And so much more to praise it shall bee bent As I doe finde it true and eminent Your L. loving Friend to bee commanded in all Christian dueties Fr. Hamiltoun To the right magnanimous and worthie Lord IAMES Marquesse of Hamiltoun c SON HEroicke Hamlton FRANCK to thee affoordeth With heartlie Love the praise of IAMES his worth Our King defunct and since my soule concordeth With CHARLES his vertuous valoure I send forth My hearts desire in prayer to my God That hee our Soveraigne CHARLES may still defend In Christs Religion so that his abode May in beginning in the midst and end Bee alwayes and for ever with our Lord And Saviour ioynd by holy inspiration Of Gods good spirit so that hee not debord From the right way which hath to Heaven relation But that in him his grace aboundantlie With the right vse and incresse hee supplie Your L. loving friend and kinsman to honour and serve your L. Fr. Hamiltoun To the right magnanimous and worthie Lord Sir George Hay of Kilfawnes Knight Lord Chancelour of Scotland HEroicke HAY I know nothing so strong As bands of Loue which vertue hath conbind And if I should not vertue praise I wrong My selfe more than I wrong true vertues friend That I may neither wrong I doe intend To praise and love the vertuous dead or living King IAMES and CHARLES our King I must commend King IAMES in Heaven King CHARLES for it striving Magnanimous Lord even you and I and all Must strive for Heaven and whilst wee breath must fight Gainst sinne and Satan least wee catch a fall From Heaven to Hell and so may lose our right Christs coloures now are flying in the field And woe to such as shall to Satan yeeld Your L. loving friend to honour and serve your L. Fr. Hamiltoun KING IAMES his Encomium FRom Earth to Heauen our Soveraigne Iames departs Ravish'd to Ioy who ravished the hearts Of mortall men by vertue and is gone From death to life that such may follow on By his example to our Soveraigne Lord Of Heauen and Earth who mercie doeth afford To Penitents who of their sinnes thinke shame Baptised and belieuing in the Name Of God the Father Sonne and holy Ghost Of whom not one for ever shall be lost Should not our heauenly Soveraigne Saviour Who sent vs such a King in blessed houre As Lanterne light to lead vs and to leaue His Sonne a burning Lampe by him to giue All Christians cause of Courage which are true ' gainst Athests Papists Machiavellian crue Should he not praised be aye more and more Calling our King to his Eternall store Of heauenly glorie perfect Ioy and Love Making him raigne for aye with him above Hath left vs yet a Lawfull Loyall King Such one as from his Royall Loines did spring Whill as we doe reduce to meditation How none was like King Iames in any Nation In all his time nor any knowne to bee So learn'd Religious wise a King as hee Whose Grace was graue whose words were wise and few Whose lookes were louelie mercifull and true Whose visage sage heart humble meeke of mind Bountie and vertues beautie there combin'd Whose body Chaste with cheerfull Countenance Whose blessed breast wise counsells did dispence By trusty tongue of honoured head inditing What well became a Royall pen in writing Whose potent Poems wing'd with puissant speed From a coelestiall temper did proceed Writing of warres or of a civill Storie Affected truth despised mortall glorie Parent of Peace of potent Poets Prince Religious Royall and Renown'd defence Of faithfull Christians gainst the Romish Whoore In thought word deed like Campe or Castle sure Could all the world such Phoenix King affoord Such Royall Loyall Learn'd Religious Lord No Nor should I degener from my kind And so refraine to praise a vertuous mind Heroicke Hampton prais'd a forraine King For loue of Vertue which in him did spring Mis-construed and rewarded with a cuffe Was made to change his soyle for 's counter-buffe And worthy Wallas was content to part For loue of King and Countrey from his heart Shall I deduce my pedegree from such And not befriend true vertue even as much In the defunct or living however it goe By grace of God it was is shall be so That I true vertue praise extoll and loue In thought word deed which comes from heaven aboue According to my power and skill till death My will shall be as fervent whilst I breath And what 's nor to my power nor skill permit My God of mercie will dispense with it And by his grace of loue he giveth me In and through Christ my will he 'ill rectifie Which sinfull nature alwayes would pervert Wer 't not my God by grace reformes mine heart I passe not what some perverse people say Nor mumbling Momus shall my pen affray Nor who so lust to jeast to mock or scorne me Or seeke by fraud or falshood to forlorne me By poyson or by powder-plotted-treason Or fairded faire pretences bent gainst reason I tell them all That Christ my Lord and Master Can well avenge his little ones disastre And that it better were for them to bee Bound to a Mill-stone and cast in the sea Then to injure or doe malicious-wrong Vnto the least which doe to Christ belong Except they doe repent amend and find Faith true repentance loue and zealous mind O if Christs litle ones were knowne to bee By worldlings as the aple of his eye Durst they injure molest wrong or offend The least of those that on the Lord depend All is not gold that glisters nor all good Which masked is with goods Similitude Behold the end so may you learne to know How good it is to walke in God his law Could any King since yet the world began Haue sayd as blessed IAMES who in Britaine Rang In true Religion fiftie yeeres and eight A crowned King a Magazine well fraught Sent from the Heauen to propagate true peace All where through his Dominions but release The holie Spirit his Comforter did stand Guarding his Soule with his almightie hand And now when Sinne and Satan made assault The
learned men set foorth Ev'n Vorstius and the Cardinalls record King IAMES a Learned and Religious Lord. Wee waile our want of such a worthie King Yet more wee joye since hee in Heaven doth reigne Whose Corps though now interred in the dust Shall rise with Iacobs and with Iobs the just Nor neede wee curse such mountaines as Gilboah Nor waile such waters as our Father Noah Nor neede wee waile private or publicke crime Wrought in our native Soyle at any time Nor valleyes vaunting monstruous-marching might Of forraine foes or homebred houshold spight Nor thundring Cannons nor the Trumpets sound Nor Turkish spyte which else where doth abound Nor Papists plots with Powder-plotted treason Prepared ' gainst him and his against all reason Nor Spanish-Papist policies disguised Deliberat and long before advised Which masked with the shew of friendly love Like craftie Serpent cunninglie to move And so to lurke amidst brave Britaines bowres Crossing our Gardens tripping in our Towres Into our pleasant Palaces approching And on our lives Lands Liberties enchroching Accusing and accrochjng and seducing Our Nobles and our commountie abusing With Gundomerian-Gunnes to make vs gâ—ne And lose our lives before wee see our want Our God and Saviour did such things prevent And to such Parent of our peace hath sent In peace a Messenger to take Iames breath His Generall-muster-master mortall Death Bounding Deaths limits that hee no more could But bring to dust of dust his earthly mould Maugre the Hells no second Death nor terrour Durst sease on him nor no affrighting horrour Durst so attempt his breast as for to Iudge In his heroicke Heart one faithlesse grudge Firme was his Faith and franck his forttiude Through and in Christ who for him shed his blood For Adams and for Eva's curious lust By Gods decree dust must returne to dust First Adam through his fall damnation brought Christ second Adam our Salvation wrought Spoyler of Death more than Methusalem No Babell Builder but Ierusalem Ierusalem the New prepar'd of God Where Saints amongst his Angells haue abode Through Iesus Christ By whom Iames justified Heere a crown'd King hence a King glorified Whilst heere hee range hee justice did affect Truth Love and Peace hee much more did respect Religion right and reason Chastitie Than any King on Earth with clemencie Nor Glorie vaine nor greed nor golde nor gaine Gould make him from the hope of heaven refraine Nor trust in treasure which Earth could afford For why his trust was in the living Lord. King Iames thy blames are buried and forgot Thy Faith Fame Name claime Crowne without a spot Now blessed Iacob rest in Heaven and sing The everlasting praise of Christ thy King The King of Kings thy God the Lord of Hostes Was is and shall bee to whom the Worlds coastes Subjected are Didst thou the Scriptures quote To praise thy God didst thou thy pen devote Loe many pens of vertuous men expresse Thy worthie parts thy praise for to incresse Wast thou of modest mind of bodie chaste Religious learn'd thou joy'st the interest Thy Clemencie thy bountie and thy Love And such true vertues sent thee from above Returne to thee much more aboundantly Good Name good Fame since vertue can not dye Thy pleasant Poems learned and profound Shall till the World have end thy worth resounds And counter-check such ignorant prophaine As Cuckooe-glorious mocke the inspyred vaine Of Christian Poets who in sacred verse The praise of Christ and of his Church rehearse Those learned workes which from thee did proceede Such ignorants vaineglorie shall deride As jeast at learning and esteeme it folly To bee train'd vp in Christian Schooles most holy And shall move others also to deplore This vitious Age And praise God evermore Who as hee gave the Kingdomes Scepters Crownes So gave hee wisdome which thee now renownes Those earthly things too litle for thy minde Hee gave then tooke when hee had thee refinde And in exchange a Crowne of glorie gave thee And did in Heaven for evermore receive thee That thou to him mightst sing that sacred Song Which doth Gods Angells and Christs Saints belong Right faithfull Stewart Kings may learne by thee To serve their God while as they Stewarts bee Heere of alitle with the Virgins wise Attending on their Master and their prise With burning Lamps till that they heare the call Of their Bride-groome and with him enter all In Heaven that they may Crownes receive makes sure In joye and glorie ever to endure O Potent Patron of all vertues true Who didst for thine Sinne Hell and Death subdue Lord Iesus Christ God-Man my Saviour sweet Inspire mee with the wisedome of thy Spirit That I with Faith and zeale may thinke speake write With wisedome worke and with discretion dite Thy praise and glorie for thy gifts so good Which thou to thine hast giv'n through thine owne Blood And for since it hath pleased thee to call King Iames to Heaven thou Charles makest to all True Christian subjects a true Patron bee A Father and a friend to pietie To vertues valour and to right and reason A friend to peace of conscience foe to treason Committed against Christ and 's sacred Saints By men which of their sinnes and vices vaunts O wee vnwoorthie justly did deserve That thou hadst sent a King to make vs swerve From true Religion but thou didst prevent Our miscrie with mercie and hast sent A Royall Loyall Learn'd Religious Prince Magnanimous and mightie for defence Of all true Christians Whom good God decore With wisedome that in zeale he thee adore In Loue Faith Feare Obedience to thy will Aye more and more till he thy will fulfill Wee did deserve and did by sinne procure That thou shouldst not haue suffred to endure That Royall race of faithfull Stewarts line For that wee did so oft ' gainst thee repine If for our sinnes thou hadst cut with the stocke The seede and siplings and madest vs a mocke To all the World Yet wee much more deserved Who by our sinfull lusts so oft haue swerved From the obedience of thy Law and will Our fleshly sinfull pleasures to fulfill And but thy mercie is so eminent All perills of thy people to prevent Wee had beene made a prey to everie Nation For our contempt and for our provocation For our contempt of thy most sacred Word Provoking thee to wrath long-suffering Lord. Infinite thou not willing to contend ' Gainst flesh infirme didst grace and mercie send Through Iesus Christ in whom wee are well eased Through whom with vs thou canst not bee displeased Aeternall trueth who gavest to Iames to bee Royall on Earth Religious towards thee Extend thy blessings vnto his succession Doe not repell our earnest intercession O Lord our God That so wee may sing praise Aye more and more to thee who did him raise Now neede we pray no more for Iames since gone Exempt from prayer and exempt from mone Direct our hearts therefore to praise thee for him
And pray that in King Charles thou doe restore him Restore him in such vertues and such grace Elisha-like in good Eliah's place With double portion of thy holy Spirit Confirming Faith conferring grace to vnite His whole affection both of soule and heart Rightly to thee so that they never part Make the good motions of thy Spirite him guide Supreame Essence who can not bee divide Thy wings bee his protection grace and power In the assalt of all temptations houre And if his sinnes which God forbid become Notorious blacke or thicke or darke or dimme Or like such clowdes as doth the Sunne obscure Dissolve them Lord and let not them endure King of all Kings so make thy mercies shine In through and by Christ that he knowe hee is thine So that hee doe repent returne amend In wisedome love faith zeale till life shall end New gifts new graces daylie to him grant In such aboundance so that hee nought want Incresse in him what 's good and take away All sinne which may his soule seduce or slay Most mighty Lord from throne of mercies grace Exempt him not so that thou hyde thy Face Stand by him Lord and save him from such errour Of mind as may procure his conscience terrour From damn'd defection and from all disgrace Good Lord deliver Charles in each case Remember not his sinnes but pardon give Exalt him by thy grace and him relieve From danger of all foes ' gainst him repine Who would him trap in traines which they propine Bee his defence against all stormes and charmes Remember Lord to keepe him in thine armes From all assalts bee thou his strong refuge Save him from all temptations and from grudge Grant Lord he cause amend what is amisse In all his Kingdomes so that thou doe blesse Both him and them and all to him belong Maintaine vs and avenge vs of foes wrong Except they doe repent amend returne And so leave off to make thy Saints to mourne The royall reigne of Charles wee recommend To thee O Lord of Hostes O Lord defend In right Religion his royall Realmes all His subject Princes Nobles great and small His forraine Friends and favorits reward And vnto all pertaine him bee a guard His generous Gentles blesse thou whosoever His loyall subjects that they not swerve nor sever Prevent him and all his from Heaven above With saving grace with mercie peace and love In all temptations houre must come to try Thy Saints on Earth who doe on thee rely O let not foes prevaile gainst thee nor Atheists Nor none of their owne merite-vaunting Papists Robbing the Lord of Love and life his glorie With Soule-ficke-fairded fictions making sorie Praying and causing others for to pray In tongues vnknowne not knowing what they say Suffer not foes sinne Satan so t'assalt That thine from thee or slide or fall or halt From feare or force of forraine foes or plots Preserve King Charles and his from all their shots And from their craftie carriage which is knowne Now to bee like to bladders which are blowne Conspyring ' gainst our King and Countries good Exulting when by errours they illude Abusing sacred Name calde Iesuites Who rather ought to bee calde Gibeonites Deluding men with worse than rotten bread In stead of such as Soules and bodies feed Respecting the proud Pope and his curst traine More than Christs glorie which they doe restraine Whilst craftelie they derogate from Christ And arrogate vnto their perverse Priest Distich King Charles takes vp what did King Iames lay downe Three Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne On King Iames the defunct dead to sinne and living for ever to righteousnesse On the liuing King Charles dying to sinne living and to live for ever to righteousnesse On the perverse Pope living to sinne dying and to dye for ever to righteousnesse except he repent and convert to the Trueth Francis Hamiltoun his first Essay Feb. 7. 1626. â‚ A Poeticall Ecphrase and Paraphrase on the 13 verse of the 14 chapter of S. Iohns Revelation SAying to me from Heaven a voice hear I Write Blest are they which in the Lord doe die From hence foorth yea the Sprit sayes for they rest Them from their labours and their workes whilst blest Doe follow them * even their reward is such According to their workes litle or much Not for their workes for they doe much debord From the commands and will of Christ our Lord Although good workes from his good Sprit proceed And as from him are perfect workes indeed Yet in all mortall men by sinfull nature Are more or lesse infect'd with sinnes foule feature And as in sinfull man they cannot merite That man the ioyes of Heaven for aye inherite Through faith in Christ our Saviour God and Man Heavens ioyes we gaine which Christ vnto vs wan Yet must we have good workes as fruit which show The goodnesse of the tree whereon they grow Least wee bee lyke to fruitlesse trees which cut Are cast in fyre For to each tree its roote The axe is layd and if they bring not foorth Good fruit they are cut downe as nothing woorth But to be cast in hell amongst the Divels The Authors and suggesters of our evils The triumph of every true Christian defunct O death where is thy sting O grave where is thy victorie now shaw O all your strength through sinne was in Gods Law Which Christ fulfil'd My King Through faith which Christ inspired by his Sprit I now with him doe rest And shall aye praise my God and Saviour sweet No more with sinne opprest Song to the comfort of every true Christian BLyth may he be though his death doe arrest him Hath his sinnes dash'd out of the bookes of accounting Blyth may he be though his friends haue opprest him Finds by true faith true spirituall ioyes surmounting Earthly things though prompt in pomp like to flowres are fading When the Arch-Angell soundeth his Trumpe no time for dissuading Death when past brings at last either ioy or sorrow Then respect doth neglect one moment to morrow Time then is gone and no more can returne Time can no more as then deiect nor advaunce thee Heaven or in Hell man must dwell ioy or mourne Even as a tree cut downe to dye shall thy death inhaunce thee Chaunce and Fortune haue no place God for all provideth Sinfull life or mercies grace makes what man betideth Life or death after breath from which is no returning God doth guide and provide mirth for those are mourning If thou to day heare his voyce who doth says Better now thou weepe for sinne nor to laugh for pleasure Banish therefore away all shifts of delay Turne repent thee with teares to be kept in his treasure Mind'st thou to haue knock seeke and craue for the time is sliding Knock he wil open seek thou shalt find aske whiles thy Lord is biding He will grant thou nought want who so deare hath bought thee He will redresse thy distresse who
KING IAMES his Encomium OR A Poeme in memorie and commendation of the High and mightie Monarch IAMES King of great Britaine France and Ireland c. our late Soveraigne who deceased at Theobalds vpon Sunday the 27. of March 1625. By Francis Hamiltoun of Silvertown-hill Rev. Chap. 14. verse 13. Then I heard a voice from Heaven saying vnto mee Write Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from hence-foorth Yea sayeth the Spirit that they may rest from their labours and their works doe follow them EDINBVRGH Printed by Iohn Wreittoun 1626. TO THE CHRISTIAN READER SON VVHether thy chance or choise makes thee to looke Right reverend Reader on this Poeme penn'd Accept my first essay this litle booke Despise it not nor spare it to amend So shall thou thanks receive and gaine a friend And for thy paines have praise the just reward Of such as vertue favour and befriend The just and good intent Nor misregard One litle Talent being rightly vsed To vertues praise which shall not bring disgrace To the possessour Talents ten abused Makes the abuser loose them and his place One litle Talent with right vse I crave Rather then Talents ten hid vp to have SEVEN CROWNE SON â— THE Heathen Poets wh◠〈…〉 Blinded with bastard 〈…〉 Sung praise in Poems in th◠〈…〉 To such as they alledg'd ma◠〈…〉 Against their foes in field o◠〈…〉 Prosperitie and peace falsly 〈…〉 To Idols vaine and Fortun◠〈…〉 Welfare and honour and th◠〈…〉 As honey Bees let Christia◠〈…〉 The wholesome honey from 〈…〉 Nor wasp-like sucke poyson the◠〈…〉 Benumde with sloath learne their 〈…〉 or Creeds One God wee must adore in persoâ—â—ree Distinguish'd who divided cannot bee SON 2. ONE God wee must adore in persons three Distinguish'd who can never bee divid'd And only he through Christ ador'd must bee Who Heaven and Earth and all therein doth guide Litle availes his gifts where wants his grace His saving grace in Christ our Soules delyte And that 's our ioy that wee shall see his face When hee shall all his foes with Scepter smyte They shall all prove as potters shards when hee Shall with his Word the sword of iustice kill And with his powers rodde shall crushed bee And fry'd in fierie flames for ever still VVho would enjoy Christs face must fight the field ' Gainst sinne and Satan and must never yeeld SON 3. WHo would enjoye Christs face must fight the field ' Gainst Sinne and Satan till their life shall end It s horrible Apostasie to yeeld Great glorie through Christ Iesus to contend Against his foes the foes of our Salvation And persecuting Dragon who was cast From out of Heaven as Iohn by revelation Made knowne to Christians many yeeres since past And beaten backe by Gods most mightie word In Wildernesse Church pinnacle and mountaine Where Christ with his transscindent two edgd sword Beate Satan backe of all our sinnes the fountaine And in the end for ever did confute him And by his death triumphantly refute him SON 4. CHrist in the end for ever did confute him By his owne death and did in triumph rise Ascending to the Heaven with Saints about him For to prepare a place for his and prise Avoyde thou subtle Satan since o'recome But doest thou still assault vntill the end Although thou knowest that Christ defrayed the summe Of Gods Decalogue and doth his Saints defend Which though hee knowes yet strives hee to molest Christs litle ones the apple of his eye And still doth tempt illude delude suggest Sinne vpon sinne yet would seeme friend to bee Behold our Captane Christ shall him confound So much the more in paines of Hell profound SON 5. BEhold our Captaine Christ shall him confound So much the more as he himself advanceth Gainst him and His for at the trumpets sound Whilst Christ in Heaven his holy Saints inhaunceth Hee shall repaye his spightfull plotted treason To the least farthing and the wicked shall Whom hee seduced hath against all reason Grye hilles and mountaines come vpon vs fall Then with that measure which the damn'd hath mette To Christs deare Saints they shall receive the dowble Then shall Hells pitt bee shut and Hells darke nette Shall hold for ay such as Christs Saints did trouble Then yowling mourning woe and lamentation Shall sease on Satan and the Damned nation SON 6. THen yowling mourning woe and lamentation Shall sease on Satan in full strength and measure And on the falling Angells and that Nation Of damned Div'lish reprobates whose treasure Shall bee the fire of Hell which goeth not out And gnawing worme of Conscience never dying Of Gods great wrath the mightie thunder-bolt Shall pierce them through and through from which no flying Go howle and weepe the day doth now approach Wherein the coales of fire which you did heape On your owne heads these sinnes which you did broach Shall make you gnash your teeth lament and weepe Then shall they say are those Christs holy Saintes Whom wee so oft haue vexed with our vaunts SON 7. THen shall they say are those Christs saved Saints Whom we esteem'd the off scowrings of Earth ' Gainst whom so oft wee gloried of our tants Esteeming them not worthy mortall breath Take pittie on your selves yee wicked men And strive yet if yee can to enter in In the right way to Heaven least yee as then Debarred bee for your omissions sinne Let elect Saints in trembling love and feare In faith and true repentance watch and pray Praise God in zeale in wisedome persevere Vntill the end attending on that Day That Day wherein God shall make even our ods And Heathen Poets damne with fained Gods THE EPISTLE DEDICATORIE To all true Christians to my Countrey of Great Britaine my native Soyle of Scotland and to that famous and woorthie Towne of EDINBVRGH And especially to the two magnanimous and worthie Lords IAMES Marquesse of Hamiltoun c. And GEORGE Lord Chancelour of SCOTLAND MAgnanimous Lords with duetifull respects This Pilgrims Poëme FRANCK to you directs Wishing your Lordships daigne to patronize it What FRANCK affoords let favour infranchize it My loyall love though I bee much destressed From praising Vertue should not bee suppressed And how much more in Kings its eminent So much the more to praise it should bee bent Each generous genius Since conjectures past True tacticke practicke teacheth vs at last That IAMES the Iust hath both begunne and ended In mercie peace and grace now much commended And since so oft installed on a Throne His happie Head was honoured with a Crowne Till that nor Crownes nor Kingdomes to him given Could keepe his Soule on Earth now crownd in Heaven Who having left of his owne royall race A royall loyall Prince to fill his place And having him in Christian Schooles vptrained Till hee true vertue and Religion gained So that in tender age hee did surmount All Christian Princes in the best account In Peace and true Religion hath layd downe Three