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 â— 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 persoâ—â—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
Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne Shall hee so much was praised whilst hee lived For vertue loved and who so much was grieved At vyces of this age now beeing gone Bequeath his vertues to oblivion No since both rich and poore so well were pleased His memorie must needs bee eternized My Muse must praise such vertues as did dwell Within his Soule which made him so excell Which wee must imitate and alwayes strive Wisely to vse our Talents whilst wee live By his example who defunct doth rest In Heaven with him in whom he put his trust The vertues of the living men should praise That more and more wee may true vertue raise Till like the graine of mustard-seed it grow And all the World aboundantly ore-flow True vertues praise I heartlie doe intend Till that my breath and mortall life shall end And so much more to praise it shall bee bent As I doe finde it true and eminent Your L. loving Friend to bee commanded in all Christian dueties Fr. Hamiltoun To the right magnanimous and worthie Lord IAMES Marquesse of Hamiltoun c SON HEroicke Hamlton FRANCK to thee affoordeth With heartlie Love the praise of IAMES his worth Our King defunct and since my soule concordeth With CHARLES his vertuous valoure I send forth My hearts desire in prayer to my God That hee our Soveraigne CHARLES may still defend In Christs Religion so that his abode May in beginning in the midst and end Bee alwayes and for ever with our Lord And Saviour ioynd by holy inspiration Of Gods good spirit so that hee not debord From the right way which hath to Heaven relation But that in him his grace aboundantlie With the right vse and incresse hee supplie Your L. loving friend and kinsman to honour and serve your L. Fr. Hamiltoun To the right magnanimous and worthie Lord Sir George Hay of Kilfawnes Knight Lord Chancelour of Scotland HEroicke HAY I know nothing so strong As bands of Loue which vertue hath conbind And if I should not vertue praise I wrong My selfe more than I wrong true vertues friend That I may neither wrong I doe intend To praise and love the vertuous dead or living King IAMES and CHARLES our King I must commend King IAMES in Heaven King CHARLES for it striving Magnanimous Lord even you and I and all Must strive for Heaven and whilst wee breath must fight Gainst sinne and Satan least wee catch a fall From Heaven to Hell and so may lose our right Christs coloures now are flying in the field And woe to such as shall to Satan yeeld Your L. loving friend to honour and serve your L. Fr. Hamiltoun KING IAMES his Encomium FRom Earth to Heauen our Soveraigne Iames departs Ravish'd to Ioy who ravished the hearts Of mortall men by vertue and is gone From death to life that such may follow on By his example to our Soveraigne Lord Of Heauen and Earth who mercie doeth afford To Penitents who of their sinnes thinke shame Baptised and belieuing in the Name Of God the Father Sonne and holy Ghost Of whom not one for ever shall be lost Should not our heauenly Soveraigne Saviour Who sent vs such a King in blessed houre As Lanterne light to lead vs and to leaue His Sonne a burning Lampe by him to giue All Christians cause of Courage which are true ' gainst Athests Papists Machiavellian crue Should he not praised be aye more and more Calling our King to his Eternall store Of heauenly glorie perfect Ioy and Love Making him raigne for aye with him above Hath left vs yet a Lawfull Loyall King Such one as from his Royall Loines did spring Whill as we doe reduce to meditation How none was like King Iames in any Nation In all his time nor any knowne to bee So learn'd Religious wise a King as hee Whose Grace was graue whose words were wise and few Whose lookes were louelie mercifull and true Whose visage sage heart humble meeke of mind Bountie and vertues beautie there combin'd Whose body Chaste with cheerfull Countenance Whose blessed breast wise counsells did dispence By trusty tongue of honoured head inditing What well became a Royall pen in writing Whose potent Poems wing'd with puissant speed From a coelestiall temper did proceed Writing of warres or of a civill Storie Affected truth despised mortall glorie Parent of Peace of potent Poets Prince Religious Royall and Renown'd defence Of faithfull Christians gainst the Romish Whoore In thought word deed like Campe or Castle sure Could all the world such Phoenix King affoord Such Royall Loyall Learn'd Religious Lord No Nor should I degener from my kind And so refraine to praise a vertuous mind Heroicke Hampton prais'd a forraine King For loue of Vertue which in him did spring Mis-construed and rewarded with a cuffe Was made to change his soyle for 's counter-buffe And worthy Wallas was content to part For loue of King and Countrey from his heart Shall I deduce my pedegree from such And not befriend true vertue even as much In the defunct or living however it goe By grace of God it was is shall be so That I true vertue praise extoll and loue In thought word deed which comes from heaven aboue According to my power and skill till death My will shall be as fervent whilst I breath And what 's nor to my power nor skill permit My God of mercie will dispense with it And by his grace of loue he giveth me In and through Christ my will he 'ill rectifie Which sinfull nature alwayes would pervert Wer 't not my God by grace reformes mine heart I passe not what some perverse people say Nor mumbling Momus shall my pen affray Nor who so lust to jeast to mock or scorne me Or seeke by fraud or falshood to forlorne me By poyson or by powder-plotted-treason Or fairded faire pretences bent gainst reason I tell them all That Christ my Lord and Master Can well avenge his little ones disastre And that it better were for them to bee Bound to a Mill-stone and cast in the sea Then to injure or doe malicious-wrong Vnto the least which doe to Christ belong Except they doe repent amend and find Faith true repentance loue and zealous mind O if Christs litle ones were knowne to bee By worldlings as the aple of his eye Durst they injure molest wrong or offend The least of those that on the Lord depend All is not gold that glisters nor all good Which masked is with goods Similitude Behold the end so may you learne to know How good it is to walke in God his law Could any King since yet the world began Haue sayd as blessed IAMES who in Britaine Rang In true Religion fiftie yeeres and eight A crowned King a Magazine well fraught Sent from the Heauen to propagate true peace All where through his Dominions but release The holie Spirit his Comforter did stand Guarding his Soule with his almightie hand And now when Sinne and Satan made assault The
And pray that in King Charles thou doe restore him Restore him in such vertues and such grace Elisha-like in good Eliah's place With double portion of thy holy Spirit Confirming Faith conferring grace to vnite His whole affection both of soule and heart Rightly to thee so that they never part Make the good motions of thy Spirite him guide Supreame Essence who can not bee divide Thy wings bee his protection grace and power In the assalt of all temptations houre And if his sinnes which God forbid become Notorious blacke or thicke or darke or dimme Or like such clowdes as doth the Sunne obscure Dissolve them Lord and let not them endure King of all Kings so make thy mercies shine In through and by Christ that he knowe hee is thine So that hee doe repent returne amend In wisedome love faith zeale till life shall end New gifts new graces daylie to him grant In such aboundance so that hee nought want Incresse in him what 's good and take away All sinne which may his soule seduce or slay Most mighty Lord from throne of mercies grace Exempt him not so that thou hyde thy Face Stand by him Lord and save him from such errour Of mind as may procure his conscience terrour From damn'd defection and from all disgrace Good Lord deliver Charles in each case Remember not his sinnes but pardon give Exalt him by thy grace and him relieve From danger of all foes ' gainst him repine Who would him trap in traines which they propine Bee his defence against all stormes and charmes Remember Lord to keepe him in thine armes From all assalts bee thou his strong refuge Save him from all temptations and from grudge Grant Lord he cause amend what is amisse In all his Kingdomes so that thou doe blesse Both him and them and all to him belong Maintaine vs and avenge vs of foes wrong Except they doe repent amend returne And so leave off to make thy Saints to mourne The royall reigne of Charles wee recommend To thee O Lord of Hostes O Lord defend In right Religion his royall Realmes all His subject Princes Nobles great and small His forraine Friends and favorits reward And vnto all pertaine him bee a guard His generous Gentles blesse thou whosoever His loyall subjects that they not swerve nor sever Prevent him and all his from Heaven above With saving grace with mercie peace and love In all temptations houre must come to try Thy Saints on Earth who doe on thee rely O let not foes prevaile gainst thee nor Atheists Nor none of their owne merite-vaunting Papists Robbing the Lord of Love and life his glorie With Soule-ficke-fairded fictions making sorie Praying and causing others for to pray In tongues vnknowne not knowing what they say Suffer not foes sinne Satan so t'assalt That thine from thee or slide or fall or halt From feare or force of forraine foes or plots Preserve King Charles and his from all their shots And from their craftie carriage which is knowne Now to bee like to bladders which are blowne Conspyring ' gainst our King and Countries good Exulting when by errours they illude Abusing sacred Name calde Iesuites Who rather ought to bee calde Gibeonites Deluding men with worse than rotten bread In stead of such as Soules and bodies feed Respecting the proud Pope and his curst traine More than Christs glorie which they doe restraine Whilst craftelie they derogate from Christ And arrogate vnto their perverse Priest Distich King Charles takes vp what did King Iames lay downe Three Swords three Scepters and a triple Crowne On King Iames the defunct dead to sinne and living for ever to righteousnesse On the liuing King Charles dying to sinne living and to live for ever to righteousnesse On the perverse Pope living to sinne dying and to dye for ever to righteousnesse except he repent and convert to the Trueth Francis Hamiltoun his first Essay Feb. 7. 1626. â‚ A Poeticall Ecphrase and Paraphrase on the 13 verse of the 14 chapter of S. Iohns Revelation SAying to me from Heaven a voice hear I Write Blest are they which in the Lord doe die From hence foorth yea the Sprit sayes for they rest Them from their labours and their workes whilst blest Doe follow them * even their reward is such According to their workes litle or much Not for their workes for they doe much debord From the commands and will of Christ our Lord Although good workes from his good Sprit proceed And as from him are perfect workes indeed Yet in all mortall men by sinfull nature Are more or lesse infect'd with sinnes foule feature And as in sinfull man they cannot merite That man the ioyes of Heaven for aye inherite Through faith in Christ our Saviour God and Man Heavens ioyes we gaine which Christ vnto vs wan Yet must we have good workes as fruit which show The goodnesse of the tree whereon they grow Least wee bee lyke to fruitlesse trees which cut Are cast in fyre For to each tree its roote The axe is layd and if they bring not foorth Good fruit they are cut downe as nothing woorth But to be cast in hell amongst the Divels The Authors and suggesters of our evils The triumph of every true Christian defunct O death where is thy sting O grave where is thy victorie now shaw O all your strength through sinne was in Gods Law Which Christ fulfil'd My King Through faith which Christ inspired by his Sprit I now with him doe rest And shall aye praise my God and Saviour sweet No more with sinne opprest Song to the comfort of every true Christian BLyth may he be though his death doe arrest him Hath his sinnes dash'd out of the bookes of accounting Blyth may he be though his friends haue opprest him Finds by true faith true spirituall ioyes surmounting Earthly things though prompt in pomp like to flowres are fading When the Arch-Angell soundeth his Trumpe no time for dissuading Death when past brings at last either ioy or sorrow Then respect doth neglect one moment to morrow Time then is gone and no more can returne Time can no more as then deiect nor advaunce thee Heaven or in Hell man must dwell ioy or mourne Even as a tree cut downe to dye shall thy death inhaunce thee Chaunce and Fortune haue no place God for all provideth Sinfull life or mercies grace makes what man betideth Life or death after breath from which is no returning God doth guide and provide mirth for those are mourning If thou to day heare his voyce who doth says Better now thou weepe for sinne nor to laugh for pleasure Banish therefore away all shifts of delay Turne repent thee with teares to be kept in his treasure Mind'st thou to haue knock seeke and craue for the time is sliding Knock he wil open seek thou shalt find aske whiles thy Lord is biding He will grant thou nought want who so deare hath bought thee He will redresse thy distresse who
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