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A95551 The Kings Most Excellent Majesties vvelcome to his owne house, truly called the honour of Hampton Court, vvho came thither on the 24. of August, and so consequently hoped and humbly desired to White-Hall. Written by his Majesties most humble servant John Tailor, one of the yeoman of His Maiesties guard. Alius poeta aquatticus. From my house at the Crowne in Globe Lane (alias Phœnix Ally, nere the Globe Taverne in Long Aker. Taylor, John, 1580-1653. 1647 (1647) Wing T472; Thomason E404_31; ESTC R201864 2,639 8

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THE KINGS MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTIES VVellcome to his owne House Truly called the Honour of Hampton COVRT VVho came thither on the 24. of August and so consequently hoped and humbly desired to White-Hall Written by his Majesties most humble servant John Tailor one of the Yeoman of His MAIESTIES Guard Alius Poeta Aquatticus From my House at the Crowne in Globe Lane Alias Phaenix Ally nere the Globe Taverne in Long Aker Printed in the Yeare 1647. THE KINGS Most Excellent MAIESTIES VVellcome to his owne House Truly called the Honour of Hampton-Court MOst Gracious suffring Soveraigne Lord King Had I a quill pluckd from the Phaenix wing Or Homers Muse or Virgills towring stile Thy ten times long wish'd wellcom to compile Had I all these great aides all were to few Thy Subjects long expected joyes to shew Thy presence hath inspir'd this Muse of mine More then Apollo and his triple Trine Hee 's dull braind and a Poet cannot bee That wants a Muse great King and writes of thee A juster Master servants never had And servants false to man to bad But as the Eagle never cast his eyes On abject objects vermin gnatts or flies So thou not minding injuries hast still VVith thine owne goodnes overcome their ill Ingratefull men tooke cloathing wages food From thee and have repaid thee ill for good Which thy Heroicke mind still slighted hath As most unworthy of thy Royall wrath Ther 's not a grace a vertue or an Art But are in●hroned in thy Princely Heart Faith and Fame unshaken with the wrongs Of perjur'd wri●ers and perfidious tongues Thy 〈◊〉 Hope in thy Majestique Breast That fix'd beliefe shall be made manifest By Charitie which thou hast shew'd to those Who are thy cursed causeles mortall foes VVhereby thy virtues patient constancy Hath won thee a more glorious victory Then if by conquest thy sharpe sword should peirce Through all the Kingdomes of the Universe Thy Mercy and thy Iustice are the Jems And richest Jewells in thy Diadems To summe up all 't is truly understood Ther 's nothing may be named just or good But is in thee ingraff'd and nothing ill Thou sayst or do'st but 't is against thy will Thy Master Christ the light made thee discerne And this blest Lesson thou from him didst learne That he that Loveth Father Mother VVife Children earths goods or glory or his life More then his Saviour such a sordid Spirit Is most unworthy of his Masters Merrit This precept thou hast practis'd this thy troath Kept in thy Christian Coronation Oath Wife Children Crowne and Kingdomes friends Life all Thou hazzard'st either to rise stand or fall Thy Love Great King to thy great King of Kings By thee hath been pr●●'d above all things For which he 'le crowne his Gifts in thee and hee Will crowne thee glorious with Eternitie Thy Constancie hath trip'd up Fortunes heele Thy mind ne're minded her Inconstant Wheele What good or bad Occurrances effected Thy Spirits were ne're errected or dejected Not with a stuped Humor stoicall But with a Christian Mind Majesticall And with Impregnable strong confidence Still trusting in the Almighties Providence Now may wee see that Patience Clemencie Religion and true Magnanimitie Are Talents lent whose value doth excell And all the Proffits their's that use them well And Royall Sir Thou hast done well no doubt Thou hast not wrap'd thy Talent in a Clowte But so improv'd thy trust in thy Trustee That ten fold ten times more thy trust shall bee And now poore England hath so many years Bin Plagu'd with causles Jellosies and Feares Which like Blacke clouds disperst with wavering wind Made Wit squint-ey'd and Vnderstanding blind Whearby each howre was frighted hence sweet Peace And every moment miseries encrease But as bright Phebus interpos'd by Clowds Which with a mourning face the earth e'n shrowds At last dispells them with his Radient Ray And makes the dolsome darke a glad some day So wee mistaken Subjects hood-winck over With Ignorance our sights againe recover King Charles shines cleare as Sols Corn scant Beames Hath prov'd our Jeallous Feares wer ●●sse then dreames Milde Dove-like King brings Peace with th' Ollive Braunch Whose Love like Balsome Bleeding wounds will staunch Our chearefull faces shewes our minds like Mirrors Free from suspitious thoughts or needlesse Terrors Hearts over flow'd with Joyes Thankes up erected To God who for us hath this good effected Our joyfull eyes shewes Aprill drops of pleasure And showrs of Joy fill th' Horizons measure Th' Almightie hath thy troubles seene and heard And hath thy upright heart in such regard That mauger mischiefe His outstretched Arme Hath doth and will defend thee still from Harme Base Shiemei Railes not as he erst hath done Nor rake-hell Sheba Bieri's cursed sonne Doth rore and raile with lowd Infernall yell Or cry out to your Tents o Israell That Sectaries no more contention Breed But humbly learne to know their Christian Creed That Iudasses no more Hayle Master say When as they meane their Master to betray That Reverend Levites of a new hatcht Brood Make England drunk no more with English Blood That we may have our Qveene and Prince once more And use them Kinder then we did of yore Triumphing trumpetts sownd shall mount toth' starres Hnd not the dreadfull charge of civill warres Sweet Peace we hope shall still the Churlish Drumb And Murd'ring Thundring Guns Commanded Dumb Iustice and Mercy both Kisse when they meete No heavy sad complaining in our streete No more shall England bath in her owne Gore Or leading to captivity no more Sword drunk with blood shall in their Scabberds rest No plundering or free quartering shall molest The painefull farmer ploughman or the swaine And weapons shall give place to gownes againe The Church resume her rights she had before The Cleargie to be scandaliz'd no more Thus each man hopes he shall his right enjoy And all cease one another to destroy The King shall have his owne againe and see His enemies asham'd and odious bee Upon thy Head still flourish may thy Crowne And ten times troubled be thy high Renoune That thee and thine in glory here may Raigne Untill the King of glory come againe For such as speake peace and doe warre intend For any Sinister or privateend That of tranquillity doe prate and prattle But wish for war yet dare not see a Battle Let all such never claime a Christian Name Whose trade or pleasure in Blood and Flame Of their deere Country to Rippe Rend and teare Their Mothers Woombe which did such Bastards beare Belike some feare that Peace would drive 'em hence To England New or th' Isle of Providence Virginia Barmoodies or St. Kitts Barbadoes Mevis or befides their witts But those that offering to the Altars bring To raise new warres 'gainst Kingdome Lawes and King Let them goe West-ward to the Triple tree And like false Traitours hang both he and shee Those Sonnes of Hittits and of Amorites God doe to them as to the Midianites As Heathen Sisera and as Fabin dyd At Endors Field where Kishowes Brooke doth slyd As they became as dunge so let them be That to a blessed Peace will not agree The peace of God grant us thou God of Peace Let us cease sinne thou wil't our sorrowes cease Let 's frame our lives according to thy word Ang let no Sword be drawne but Justice Sword To which ends thou good God of Consolation Send happy peace to this afflicted Nation So wellcome good King Charles to Hampton Court And God be still thy shield defence and Fourt FINIS