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A Flattering elegie vpon the death of King Charles the cleane contrary way : with a parallell something significant.
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1649
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Wing F1156; ESTC R15469
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A Flattering ELEGIE Vpon the death of King Charles The cleane contrary way With a Parallell something significant Printed in the Yeare 1649. A flattering ELEGIE c. VVEre all the flatt'ry in the world in me Yet Royall soule I could not flatter thee Celestiall joyes thy blessed spirit includes In full fruition of Beatitudes Immortall Martyr'd Monarch to thy Hearse I dedicate my poore unpollish'd Verse I flattering flatter not but I commend Those Villaines that procur'd thy glorious end Those holy men that vow'd to quell Oppressors And make thee greater then thy Predecessors I flatter none but such and still I pray They may be blest the cleane contrary way 'T is wonder how these Atheists dare to frame Their prayers to God or call upon his name When they believe there is no God at all But that by nature all things stand or fall For to know God is trust in him alone And to believe Gods word and God are one And as sure as his Word and he are true So sure damnation is the Rebels due Rom. 13. Their Humiliations and Hypocrisie Can never expiate their perjury Their feigned Fasts and seeming penitence Were mockeries of Gods high omnipotence Daies of Thanks giving were in use no further But to praise God for their committing murther Or when they had done mischiefe to the King Then would they give God thanks and Bells should ring Some good those wicked Imps of Hell have done We may choose our Religion all or none Or any that will please our fancies well We may be Pagan Jew Turke Infidell Or the Religion of a Horse or Mule Where God commands not where no King doth rule We may be Protestants againe they say Prâ—vided that we will no King obey Let 's never strive more to be Christians then Since Godlesse Villaines are held best of men England was sick of too much ease and wealth The Divell was sick too and to gaine his health He tooke from 's Doctor and Apothecary A Vomit Clister and Suppositary The Physick would not worke which griev'd him more His Gripâ—s and pangs made him make Hell to roarâ— At last to England he a journey makes And turn'd our happy Kingdome to his Jakes His damned Physick here wrought up and downe In Church Court Countrey City Village Towne Here from his Hellish throat he spawl'd and spew'd Of Sectaries a cursed Multitude Presbyters Independents Agitators Thieves Murderers rude Rebels and false Traytors And from his gut beneath he vented out An ill look't vermine with a fiery snowt Who as he squirted from 's infernall Breech It scalded him and made his Divelship screech A mighty blackfac'd worme he eke did void And those two have our happinesse destroy'd And thus the Divels excrements did vent A cursed Army and a Parliament Thus did this vomit and this purge defile With putrifaction this most famous I le That stinking stuffe bred Frogs Toads Caterpillers The worst of vermine Traytors and King-killers The noy some favour of these fowle contagions Flew into every Kingdome Lands and Regions That now our names and fames stinke every where And will not soone be sweet againe I fear Thus have they begger'd Englands common weale And all good men may either beg or steale Or starve chuse which of all those three Or hazard Newgate and the Tryple tree Whilst they surprize the goods of any mans And ride in pompe in Coaches and Sedans Like Sea and Hell are their insatiate Mawes They have devour'd Church Kingdome King and Lawes Of Sequestrations foure score thousand odde And if they could they would Sequester God All the Kings jewels Scepter and his Crowne Lands and all goods which Kings have held their owne All the Revenues they have swallowed clear Worth fifteen hundred thousand pounds a year All Forrests and Kings woods all Churches lands They 've grip'd into their Avaricious hands All plundrings Contributions and Excise Free Loanes forc'd Loanes Taxes and penalties Pole moneys weekly meales and Subsidies 50. All these cannot their greedy guts suffice An hundred millions they 've near spent and lost And not one penny of it of their cost Yet still they owe some millions of arreares With great ingagements more as it appeares The Publique Faith is now so faithlesse found Lenders would take five shillings in the pound And maney for arreares right glad would be For every twenty shillings to have three But there are cheaper waies to pay arrears To starve or hang 'em up all reckoning clears Death quits all scores let them be long delay'd And they ' le be kil'd or hang'd and then all 's payd For wealth and pride and power their soules they 've sold And never will be fill'd with bloud and gold Thus they imagine mischief every day Pray'd for and blest the clean contrary way The year full sixteen hundred and two score King CHARLES from Scotland came and never more Was flattry us'd with great magnificence The City London entertain'd their Prince Mark how the cursed Jews Hosanna cry'd When Christ into Hierusalem did ride With boughs they deckt their doors and in their street They threw their garments trampled under feet These flattring duties then those Jews did shew To whom both heaven and earth obedience owe Yet few dayes after their malitious strife Did crucifie our glorious Lord of life Much like to this was Londons fading flame Of love when royall CHARLES from Scotland came They rang the Bels and Bonefires were consum'd Thousands were sick with Healths and th' aire perfum'd With Cannons thundring roar and chimneis reake Yea all that heart could think or tongue could speak By flattring Loyalty was then exprest With th' entertainment of a mighty Feast This did brave London do yet pray but note In three dayes after they would cut his throat For thousands of them did like fiends conjoyn To spend their lives their souls their goods and coyne And many a Thimble Bodkin and a Ring They offered up to sacrifice their King Oh faithlesse trust accurs'd with flattry varnisht Like to a rotten Sepulchre new garnisht And as the City hath this mischief bought For which the Parliament our ruines brought So a seditious Army base and scurvy Hath turn'd the Parliament quite topsie turvy So Parliament and City dare not act Except great TOM and NOL approve the fact Some wonders do but last a nine daies space But this is not our murdred Soveraignes case For God whose dreadfull voice is more then thunder Will make King CHARLES his bloud ten ages wonder So wise so just so mercifull so good So happy had he well been understood That we had all been happy had we bin So blest as not to kill him with our sin As sure as man dies when he ath lost his head So with one blow three Kingdomes are struck dead The ignorant accus'd JEVVES SANHEDRIM Were not so guilty of selfe-knowing sin Great PONTIUS PILATE on 's Tribunall Throne To judge the High eternall THREE in ONE He did not know what then our Saviour was Yet did corrupt unwilling censure passe He was a Heathen and from him was hid Such knowledge that he knew not what he did He was not brib'd with thousands gold or gaine As BRAD SHAVV was to judge his SOVERAIGNE PILATE had full authority and power From great TIBERIUS Romes high Emperour But our usurping President did know His power was false and that himselfe did owe With all his fellow Knaves obedience To him that stood arraign'd by false pretence You knew but would not know then here 's your lot Depart from me for now I know you not But yet when Heavens just Judge shall all decide Those Jewes before you shall be justified You sinn'd against your consciences you knew Your King the best of Kings was in your view He unto whom you plighted had your troaths By Protestation Covenant and Oaths Of true Allegiance and Supremacy And that you 'd make him great most gloriously You knew the King was innocent and right You knew your cursed hearts were full of spight You knew your malice ' gainst his life conspir'd You knew false witnesses suborn'd and hir'd You knew that BRADSHAVV and COOKE INCUBUS Were Villaines both the sons of CERBERUS You knew not one amongst your damned Crew Was friend unto the King this you all knew You knew that by the Laws it plain appeares That every man should be try'd by his Peeres For in my life I never yet have heard it But common men had common Juries Verdict Peeres try'd by Peeres but no Record yet brings But Kings should be a Jury unto Kings This is the thing that all our lives enslaves That Tapsters Drawers Firkin men proud knaves Were by a foisting Parliament appoynted To judge and doome to death the Lords Anoynted You knew the accursed wealth you ' aue rak'd and pull'd From three rich Kingdomes basely cheated gull'd And you did feare if CHARLES should once more Raigne You should restore your theevish gaines againe You knew your guilt of such transcendency You durst not trust offended Majesty For which we know your want of wit and grace Have glorified him in a better place For this black deed I 'le tell what will ensue Three Kingdomes spoyle damnation unto you All Christendome will hold you most abhorr'd For murdering of your gracious Soveraigne Lord In any Countrey where this crime is knowne An English man dares not his Country owne Turkes Pagans Heathens Jewes and rugged Tartars In all wars willgive English men no quarters As you accurs'd have liv'd accursed dye Or else repent or damne perpetually FINIS