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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56858	Regale lectum miseriæ, or, A kingly bed of misery in which is contained a dreame with an elegie upon the martyrdome of Charls, late King of England, of blessed memory, and another upon the right Honorable the Lord Capel : with A curse against the enemies of peace, and The authors farewell to England / by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q135; ESTC R5228	28,866	72

Regale Lectum Miseriae OR A KINGLY BED OF MISERY In which is contained A DREAME WITH An Elegie upon the Martyrdome of CHARLS late King of ENGLAND of blessed Memory AND Another upon the Right Honorable the Lord Capel With a Curse against the Enemies of Peace and the Authors Farewell to England By JOHN QUARLES Printed in the Yeere 1649. To that Patronesse of Vertue and most illustrious Princesse ELIZABETH The sorrowfull Daughter to our late Martyr'd Soveraign CHARLS King of England c. Most vertuous Princesse AS this subject which my zealous presumption presents to your serious view is a compound of joy and grief so I hope it will furnish your Royall breast as well with the raptures of joy as the principles of sorrow Madam I am confident that I may without adulation say that your Royall Fathers death gave a life to Vertue And as we have a sufficient cause to deplore the absence of his Person so we have an undeniable reason to rejoyce for the presence of his perfections which will build everlasting Pyramids in the hearts of those which were his loyall Subjects Madam although Heaven hath been pleased to diminish your joyes in this miserable Kingdome yet no question but he will hereafter multiply your pleasures in his own In the mean time may the Glories of heaven and the Meditations of your incomparable Fathers vertues keep a constant correspondency with your Royall heart as it is the unfained prayers of him who dedicates himself to your Highnesses perfections and is MADAM A sworn Servant to your Vertues JO. QUARLES To the Reader Courteous Reader I Have not much to say in my own defence for the weak performance of this work which I confesse was hammer'd out of a disturbed mind therefore if there be any thing in it contrary to thy disposition I shall desire thee to moderate thy passion and pardon my imbecility for it is generally known that errours in grief are incident to all as for the errours of the Presse I suppose them pardonable in respect that it hath received many interruptions and hast joyn'd with feare are conductours to mistakes Now Reader my occasions beyond Sea advise me to bid thee adieu the worst that I can expect to suffer abroad is but the extremities of Warre and the best that I can expect at home is but the worst of miseries if therefore there be a necessity of suffering I conceive it to be the best of sufferings to suffer with the best of sufferers whose faithfull Subject I am and thy Servant Reader if thou art Loyall JOHN QUARLES A Dreame MOrpheus thou Turn-key to all humane sense Unlock my brain that I may flie from hence Out of this Cage of sleep let me not lie And drown my senses in stupidity My thoughts surprise my thoughts I cannot rest I have a Civill Warre within my brest I 'me full of thoughts what uncontroled streams Flow from the fancies Ocean Oh! what dreams Have sail'd into my stormy mind And bring No other burthen with them but a King A King could I but kisse that word and not be thought An Idolizer 't is too great a fault To kisse his hand Nor can I think it strange For times maners needs must have their change 'T is true I dream'd methoughts my watchful eys Observ'd a King and then a sacrifice And ravish'd with that majesty and grace I saw united in his modest face I ran to kisse his hand but with a fall I wak'd and lost both King and kisse and all And thus restored to my former sense I thus proceeded in my thoughts from whence Arise these fancies what did fancie meane To cause a sudden fall to intervene Between a kisse and me 't was an abuse That runs beyond the limits of excuse I was enrag'd to think that I should misse Being so near his hand so sweet a kisse I check'd my fancy which was too precise To make me run so fast yet lose the prize Thoughts follow thoughts and when the first is spent A second rises which does oft prevent An inconvenient action many time A second thought gains virtue by a crim The first being banish'd reason thought it good To place a second where the first thought stood And then I found my active fancy play d The Politician and that thought allay'd The former flames of passion in my brest Then was I pleas'd with what my thought exprest Which was to this effect Me thoughts I saw A grieved King whose very looks were Law He sigh'd as if his tender heart had taken A farewell of his body and forsaken This lower world his star-like eyes were fixt Upon the face of Heav'n his hands commixt His tongue was parsimonious yet my ear That was attentive could not prevail to hear This whis'pring eccho Oh be pleas'd t' incline Thy sacred eares was ever grief life mine Was ever heart so sad was ever any So destitute of joy that had so many As I have had though all be snatch'd from me Yet let me have an intetest in thee Oh Heaven and there he stop'd as if his breath Had stept aside to entertain a death My soul was ravish'd and the private dart Of new-bred love struck pity in my heart I could not hold but silently bequeath Some drops unto the ground my soul did cleave Unto his lips for every word he spoke Was ponderous and would have easily broke Th' obdurest heart I turn'd away my eye And suddenly methoughts I did espie A sacrifice which when I did behold My bloud recoiled and my heart grew cold I was transported and methoughts the place Whereon I stood seem'd bloudy for a space I trembling cast my wearied eyes about Thinking to find my former object out But he was gone and in his room was plac'd A many-headed monster that disgrac'd The very place they vanish'd then appear'd A large pretending rout as well be-ear'd As Balam's Asse methoughts they did excell The Asse in eares but could not speak so well Methoughts they call'd a Counsell to contrive Their high designs and zealously dissive Some great Offenders that they thought too wise To live amongst such eares such cast-up eyes One I observ'd amongst the studious race That had methoughts a bone-fire in his face Another I descry'd amongst the pack That seem'd to bear a Kingdome on his back Another I beheld which pleas'd me best That could not rule himself yet rul'd the rest Another I espy'd which seem'd to look And read but at the wrong end of his book Another I observ'd which seem'd to weep And in conclusion pray'd himselfe asleep Another I descry'd among these Brothers That vow'd 't was right because he 'd please the others Another he stood up and wisely broke His long-kept silent lips and thus he spoke Come let 's no longer now be kept in aw I 'me sure our welfare is the Supreme Law A King that 's nothing but a power that is Subordinate the Lawes are ours not His Is 't not

shall dare To contradict my language or impare His living worth and they that goe about To blast his Fame oh may their tongues drop out Pardon oh Heav'ns if passion make me breake Into extremes who can forbeare to speake In such a lawfull cause may we not claime A Priviledge to speak in Charles his name Is any timerous then let them keep Their language and reserve themselves to weep Is any Joyful let them keep their mirth To please the Tyrants of this groaning earth Is any sorry let them keep their grief Til Heav'n shall please to send their souls reliefe Did ever Iland find so great a losse Was ever Nation crownd with such a crosse Could ever Kingdom boast they had a Prince That could be more laborious to convince The errours of his times or contradict The dictates of his rage or be more strict In his Devotions ne're did Prince inherit So rich a Crowne with so inrich'd a Spirit He was the best of Conquerors he made Conquests of hearts although he was betray'd By some inferiour spirits which he found Had lately started from the lowely ground And were not worth a Conquest yet he gave Them more respect then their deserts could crave None could observe during the time he stood Before his Pilates that his royal blood Mov'd into fury but his heart was prone To hear their speeches and retort his own But when they found his language did increase With sense he was desir'd to hold his peace And some related that their furies bred Because his at inclos'd his royal head Good God what times are these when subjects dare Presume to make their Soveraign stand bare And when they sent him from their new made place Of Justice basely spit upon his face But he whose patience could admit no date Conquer'd their envies and subdu'd their hate Ah who could blame our Soveraign to decline Their ways and say were ever grief like mine First when his feet approach'd into the Hall The ill-tun'd tongues of sycophants would call Aloud for Justice though they never knew What Justice was yet still they would renew Their most confounding and discordious noates And baul for Justice with their sluce-like throats But he that Lambe of Patience never vented A word of anger but with speed prevented Their louder cryes and with a pleasing breath Reply'd If Justice can be gain'd by death Yea shall not want it only be content Yea may as soon endeavour to repent As now ye doe to spil my blood advise Your souls will suffer for your forward cryes Having thus spoke immediately he stept Unto the barre where for a time he kept Himself in silence like a sun he shin'd Amongst those gloomy clowds which had combin'd Themselves together plotting to disgrace His orient luster and impul'd his face And with a thundring voice they first salute His ears with Tyrant Traytor and impute Murder unto him With a pleasing smile He look'd upon them and a little while He made a pause but by and by he broke His silent lips and moderatly spoke To this effect May I desire to know From whence this great Authority doth flow That you pretend to act by If it bee Derivative I shall desire to see And know from whom till then I shall deny To give my tongue a licence to reply You are our Pris'ner Sir you ought not to Demand what your appointed Judges do For our Authority 't is known at large Unto our selves pray answer to your Charge Or els we shall proceed I thought t' have seen My Lords and Peers together that had been A means to make my fading hopes renew For most of them I know but none of you As for my Charge I own i● as a thing Of small concernment as I am a King You cannot try me what your new made laws May do I know not have a care and pause Before you act in Blood strive to convince Your stubborn hearts know I am your Prince Y' are but abortive Judges have a care Ye may be tangled in your own made snare Proceed ye can but throw me to the earth They which p 〈…〉 needs must own the birth God knows my heart 't is not my life that I Account of but my Subjects Liberty That 's all that I desire Sir now we must A little interrupt You 'T is unjust A Prisoner as you are should be allow'd So great a Priviledge Y 'ave disavow'd Our known Authoritie and make a sport Of reall Justice and affront the Court Feed not your guilty heart with such delay Waste no more time for Justice will not stay Pray give me leave to speak great Charls reply'd You ought not Sir to speak w' are satisfi'd Already of your guilt you must prepare To hear your Sentence and you must forbear Your vain and weak discourses Is it so He then reply'd that I am forc'd to go Away unheard Alas 't is not the voice Of Death can daunt my brest ye may rejoyce At my destruction though you have no ear To entertain my language Heaven will hear Take notice People that you King 's deny'd To speak Was ever Justice rul'd by pride Thus having laid the burthen of their spight Upon his head they sent him from their ●ight But he that was inspir'd by Heaven did show A countenance that did import their woe More then a sorrow for his death his face Was dy'd with honour theirs with foul disgrace His patience was their passions and they found His mind a kingdom where his heart was crown'd With constant love Oh that I could rehearse His living Vertues with a living Verse But now my Pen must leave Him for a time And dwell upon the mountains of that crime Which they committed Put a King to death Oh horrid action what venomous breath Pronounc'd that fatall Sentence May it live To poyson Scorpions and not dare to give The least of sounds to any humane ear Sure he was deaf himself and could not hear The cadence of his language for the sound Had been sufficient to inflict a wound Within his marble heart Oh such a deed Stabs Kingdoms to the hearts and makes them bleed Themselves to death to lose so good a King By such base means will prove a viperous sting To this detested Land If Kings transgresse And prove Tyrannicall we must addresse Our selves to Heaven and by our Prayers desire Th' assistance of his mercy to inspire Our souls with true obedience that we may Strengthen our selves and passively obey What actively we cannot for Kings reign By God we therefore ought not to maintain Our rage against them He that shall controul The actions of a King burthens his Soul With a most ponderous crime If to suppose But ill of Kings be sin oh how have those Transgress'd that have destroyd their King and made Him subject to bad Subjects that betraid Their souls to Tyranny Oh Heaven forgive What they have done and let their sorrows live Within their Souls