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A02597	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	Hamilton, Francis, of Silvertown-hill.	1626 (1626)	STC 12726; ESTC S105969	15,621	34

shield of Faith in Christ fred his default And quench'd those fierie darts with sacred blood Which Christ for Iames had shed vpon the Rood His counting booke of Conscience did occurre For to controule his Faith and barre the doore Or gates of Heauen for his sinfull transgression But hee by true repentance and confession Through faith in Christ to God by 's mercies looke Had all his sinnes scrapt out of Conscience booke Vpon his head the helmet of Salvation Vpon his breast to save him from damnation The breastplate of true righteousnesse through faith In Christ his Saviour who him sav'de from wrath And did the joyes of Heaven for him procure Giving him Faiths true shield to make him sure His loynes hee girt with Trueth his feete hee shod With Peace-preparing Gospell of our God Watching and praying in his Spirit assuring His Soule by perseverance and enduring Till his last breath Who thus and thus could say Death can dissolve this Mansion house of clay But gainst my Faith my love my hope my zeale To kill my Soule there can no death prevaile I know my sinnes are great and that they might Iustlie bring on an everlasting Night Vpon my Soule but my Redeemer liveth My God my Lord who all my sinnes forgiveth And mee releives from all such hellish paine As would my Soule and bodie aye haue slaine Christ was my comfort now is and shall bee My All in All in his Aeternitie My faith is firme and in Religion right My hope in him through his owne mercies might Who hath directed and protected mee In the right way of true fidelitie So calling for the blessed Bread and Wine Externall signes of mysteries divine The Sacramentall seales of his Salvation And tokens given of true justification Making true mention of our Saviours death And how hee hath his Saints redeemde from wrath Hee them receives vpon the selfe-same day Wherein hee first did Englands Scepter sway The third day after that hee had received The Sacrament which hee sincerely craved The twentie sixt of March beeing Saturday Yet the Iewes Sabbath who did Christ betray A day for rest ordaind at the Creation That therein God should haue by everie Nation Adored beene according to the rites Contained in the ancient holie writes And kept till Christ did from the dead arise To gaine to all his Saints heavens glorious Prise Which day the Iewes while as from Christ they swerve Doe keepe as holy for they so deserve For crucifying of the Lord of glorie Renouncing Iesus Christ and 's sacred storie Of saving grace who doth Salvation giue To all baptised who in him belieue The noon-tide of this Iewish Sabbath past About two houres King Iames lost speech at last After that hee his Princely sonne resolued And often kiss'd longing to be dissolved And though approching Death did him assaile So that his speech had now begun to faile Yet whilst they read or pray as Christ commands He lifting up his eyes his armes his hands Gaue cleare consent and what hee could not speake His sighing Soule did from Christ Iesus seeke The twenty sixt of March Saturday gone The Iewish Sabbath chang'd for this reason Our Saviour rose having made satisfaction To God his justice for all sinfull action Of all his Elect in thought vvord and deed And for all sinne originall did proceed From our preceeding parents whosoever From Adam Eue and from them all together Triumphing over Satan Sinne Death Hell That hee and his in heaven might ever dwell On the first day as then was of the weeke Before that Mary Magdalen did seeke The Tombe of Christ wherein hee was interred Calling him for the Gardner having erred Which day all Christians doe our Lords day call Religiously observing it withall Sinceritie mov'd by the good example Of the Apostles preaching in the temple And by the warrant of Gods word in writ Saint Iohn being ravish'd in his spirit on it Heard a great voyce as of a trumpet sound Which Alpha and Omega did resound Commanding him to write within a booke What he did see that they thereon might looke And send it to the Churches seven which were In Asia Ephesse Smyrne Pergame Thyatire To Sardis Philadelphia Laodicea Where now the Turke reignes cruelties Idea Even on that day Christ Iesus did arise From death to gaine heavens glory for a prise To him and all his Elect through his merit On that Lords day King IAMES did heaven inherit The Holy One in persons three distinguish'd One God and indivisible extinguish'd His mortall life and life immortall gaue him And did in new Ierusalem receiue him The three times nint or nine times third of March The twenty seventh King Iames his soule did marche Amongst those Angels and those Saints of God Which haue with our Redeemer their abode The thousand yeare six hundred twenty fiue Since our sole Saviour tooke on mortall life Immortall life prevailing over breath Made him triumph over sinne shame hell and death O is hee gone and shall we not bedew His Tombe with teares did peace and loue renew So oft Shall he for such rare vertues sake As rang in him which many Christians lacke Forgotten be No till this world shall end Our pennes and poems shall King Iames commend And were it not that heavens did so decree Our prayers yet had stayd Deaths destinie But that his maker would such Soule embrace As lov'd and long'd to see his Sauiours face To render thankes and euerlasting praise Alwayes to him who did through Christ him raise Vnto such Glory as he shall adore And never cease to praise the Lord therefore We waile not KING IAMES Nor need we him lament Whose Soule in Heauen before his oyle was spent Whose Lampe gaue Light and Lanterne like did lead By his example rightly to proceed Both Kings and Kaesars Monarches of the Earth Princes and Peares as well in life as death We waile not KING IAMES who for the heauenly Ioyes Hath left to dally with all earthly Toyes We wail not KING IAMES whose Ioye surmounteth more Now in one houre then all his dayes before We wail not KING IAMES Great Britains Iewell faire Thrise Crowned King ' mongst Kings a Phoenix rare We wail not KING IAMES who rendered to his race Three Kingdomes Crownes t' enjoy in heauen his place We wail not KING IAMES whose potent pen refuted The Foes of Christ and hath them much rebuted We wail not KING IAMES who writ those thornie cares Which Crownes and Scepters in their compasse beares We wail not KING IAMES who Mysteries vnfolded Which Iohn in Pathmos I le in trance beholded We wail not KING IAMES whose Daemoniacke storie Discovered many vices and vaine Glorie We wail not KING IAMES nor need we to deplore one Who did afford such a Basilike Doron Wee waile not KING IAMES who learn'dly did rehearse King Davids Psalmes in his owne royall verse We wail not KING IAMES whose Name whose Fame whose worth Is more and more by

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 ● 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 perso●●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