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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57191	Great Britains jubile, or, A rural present to His Royall Majesty, my gracious, renowned and admired soveraign, Charles the IJd of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King, defender of the faith, &c. in divers panegyricks and poems on several objects, persons, and occasions : relating to his sacred person, and progress / by Lancelot Reynolds, Gent.	Reynolds, Lancelot.	1662 (1662)	Wing R1319; ESTC R12010	34,891	114

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 he●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 Y●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 Ear●h can't turn it into an Extasie None none but Christ did that brave Martyr say Raise up thy though● 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 wh●● 〈◊〉 come thou fear'st not oh beav'nly breed Wisdom and Learning doth adorn a man I m●kes him flourish and things duly scan Learning adorns a worthy noble mind Learning invites men to beloving ●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 b●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 reem●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 alo●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 E●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 Dors●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 ●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 V●●o your Houses or Places Where you Dwell Wishing and praying none More may rebell Living in peace and L●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

this life enjoy a glorious Day Oh that my Dull Muse could fully expresse Rich rare transcendent future happinesse God hath in heav●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 N●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 m● drooping spirits then revive God garde ●●y Sov'raign keep him long alive And tha● his Enemies he may overcome Preserve his Ofspring till the Day of D●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 g●i● you in your Wayes O● 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 ver●uous wife In all your troubles you were not dismaid On God you put your tru● 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 Ag●●n Still did you w●●te upon the ●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 Dro●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 L●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

parted hence God give your Soul a happy recompence When that your days on Earth are past and done God make you happy to behold his Son When that your days on Earth shall pass away God grant your soul a Divine Halcion day For those famous learn'd books you do indite May God your Name in 's book of Life down write When Death shall shut and close up your blest eyes May your Soul with Angels mount 'bove the Skies Where Saints Holy Martyrs all that are Blest There may your Blessed Soul for ever rest ON Reading of some part of the Church HISTORY Of BRITAIN Writen By the learned Pen of that Famous Historian THOMAS FVLLERD D. FRom time of Pagan Britains last of Kings That rul'd and Raign'd in this Famous Isle Thou do'st in ample manner so place things By thy melifuous and most learned stile From birth of Jesus Christ our most dear Lord Thou do'st begin thy sacred History Concluding Truth out of his Holy word And do'st unfold many hiden mistery The Church of Britain thou do'st so set forth Advance its Glory and make it shine bright That After-Ages may behold thy worth And see its splender in the Darksome night How many learned Books hast thou turnd o're Extract the quintisence of Ancient times And taught the world what they knew not before Enriching their minds with thy Precious lines Grand Mirrour of this Nation to Advance Your worth and Fame there wants a Homers Pen For to set forth things Paralel to men Of Highest learning and of greatest Fame For to Preserve Thy Rich and famous Name Whiles Britain's Isle doth flourish and wax green Thy Famous works with wonder shall be seen And be Renown'd unto After-Ages In your well writ Admir'd and learned Pages The Ancient British Church thou do'st revive Advance Coroberate and keep alive Old Father-Time Thou do'st confer with all Materials for thy Building great and smal Out of many Studies in this land Thou hast made search with thy learned hand The Famous British Isle Thou ' ast surrounded Both Truth and falshood You 'ave deeply sounded Whiles that Great Britain bears that famous Name Your learned works shall stil preserve thy Fame Let others write in whatsoever stile Thy writings shall be Mirrour in this Isle Spred far and travel into other lands Be Admir'd that come from your curteous hands Your famous Books shall preserve your Name And Angels high resound your Trump of Fame The Famous Worthies of After Ages Shall admire your Golden learned Pages As long as God by time shall leave a man All sorts of men your Books shall love to scan When life 's ended and Death shall close your eyes Your Body Imortal to Glory shall Arise ACCROSTICKS ON The HONOURABLE and truly NOBLE S IR WIL. MORICE KT. One of the SECRETARIES OF STATE Unto His most EXCELLENT MAJESTY K. CHARLES II. WHiles that you ponder on the Kings Affairs Judicious Sir for to advance the State Lab'ring diligently early and late Lord guide your faithful heart to serve our King In Gods due time let Angels your soul bring Ascending up and then with Angels fly Mount up aloft unto the Hea'vns high Majestick Morice with your Golden Pen Of your great Actions and Affairs of Men Rich rarer Pen then mine I want to write Royal great things not mean ones to indite In Jesus Christ you do put all your Trust Christ crown your soul with Kings amongst the just E're you attain it you must turn to dust Wisedom and Learning doth advance a man It makes him prudent and things duly skan Learning adorns a worthy noble mind Learning invites men to be curteous kind It doth enrich the mind with knowledge store Adds lustre to his parts and makes them more Magnifie Gods great Name praise him therefore More care and pains no Creature can fulfill Oh! you do help both King and Subject still Raising your heart up to that sacred hill Jesus still make you happy all your days Changes and chances doth not trouble thee E're in your mind b'ing noble loyal free Wit wealth and learning cannot keep from death In dying posture we yield up our breath Labour of mind and body being past Laid low in grave we must be all at last In and by Jesus Christ our Saviour dear Arise you shall out of your grave of dust Mounting aloft to live among the just Melifuouse in your words and actions still Oh! how I love and honour pens mans skill Resplendent raptures high doth enrich your mind Just royal King Charles doth you great business find Christ still direct you and be e're your guard Eternal Blessings be your blest Reward Whiles that ingenious fancies stir the brain It makes some things appear but light and vain Lord so advance your Wit your Wealth and State Living and dying make you fortunate In Jesus Christ your blessed Saviour dear Awake though dead before him shall appear Mount up on high and Heav'nly Anthems hear Mercy and Truth adorn your gracious sp'rit On sublime things to think on and to write Robes of Christs righteousness may you put on In and by him that is that holy one Chang'd one day you shall be yet need not fear Enthron'd at last by Christ your Saviour dear BE pleas'd to relish well what I impart I love my Soveraign with my Soul and Heart It is in your power to make me live Oh! could I to you Fairer Present give Then mean bare words of a Countrey Hue Not Court-like Sublime which are fit for you Judicious Morice you do move in Sphear Near and about my Grand Soveraign dear Your word to Him may make me happy then You shall command my Body Heart and Pen. Th' Operation of my head b'ing old My Wit is dul my brain of temper cold If it were hot and strong should be for you The highest fruit of brain is but your due I fear with tedious lines for to offend I will therefore conclude and make an end I will I say end my earthly story Praying God may crown you with immortal glory ON THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL VALIANT AND TRULY NOBLE MINDED GENT. S IR JOH CLOBERY Knight JUstice and Goodness doth your heart affect On sacred works you do no time neglect Heavenly thoughts your mind doth pitch upon None none but Christ I there let it fix on Christ hath advanc'd you by his word and sword Laud and praise still your blessed heav'nly Lord. Oh! may your actions ever happy be Blessed for ever to Eternity Everlasting Lord your soul ever bless Raise up your heart and mind to happiness Yn and by Jesus Christ his righteousness Ingenuous Sir I love your valiant Arts On Vertue grounded and renowned parts Heavenly fire doth inflame your brave mind Nought can remain of dust b'ing thus refin'd Cares and great troubles doth attend the Saints Lord hear my honour'd friend his just complaints Open the gates of Heav'n and entrance make By fervent prayer for thy Saviours sake E're thou wert born