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love_n	affection_n	love_v	see_v	4,893	5	3.4092	3	true

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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

the People makes a King well then If we let him be King we 're fools not Men For now we have him in his own made snare We 'l keep him fast oh that we had his Heire Come let 's proceed and if our plots hit right You shall be Lords at least and I a Knight And let Malignants prate their Purses shall Pay tribute for their tongues at Gold-smiths-hall And if they grumble at what we shall do We 'l make them pay their lives and money too The day is ours let 's not abuse that powre Which Heav'n hath lent us for sweet things prove sowre If not made use of have we not been poore And others rich Come let 's increase our store Had we but our deserts might we not crave The priviledge of all that others have All 's ours and yet our miseries are such That we are rich in little poor in much Alas our tender hearts are fill'd with pity To see so many blind in one poor City If they would please in a true zealous fashion To moderate their long-continued passion 'T would much rejoice the Saints we will pray That they may live untill a wiser day The' are very pious People and we could Both live and die together if they would But furnish our desires with every thing We want and dote not too much on a King He 's but a man at most and yet they must Adore his Person though he be unjust I could not chuse but laugh the other day I ' spy'd a Cavalier that closely lay Perdue to kisse his hand and by and by He starts away and when he was as nigh That which they call a King as his own length His legs not having that sufficient strength His hast requir'd receiv'd a sudden fall And overturn'd himselfe his King and all The sight much pleas'd me being very near I never help'd the King nor Cavalier I soon retreated from that happy place And left them both in a distracted case But as I went I was so blest to meet An upright Sister whose dividing feet Srept with such innocency that my heart Did almost leap upon her to impart My new-bred joy her very looks betray'd Her heart indeed she was a lovely Maid I bow'd my self and zealously imbrac'd The small circumf'rence of her bending wast I kiss'd her mouth and having done that duty My lips divided and I prais'd her beauty Extremes of joy did almost make me faint I thought oh here 's a Sister for a Saint I was amaz'd my very soul did move Between the great extremes of fear and love She smil'd upon me and that very smile Prov'd a Restorative and for a while I mus'd at last my lips began to break As that smile had licenced them to speak Oh! then my mouth being ram'd with words let flie Both wit and language and did soar as nigh As our Remonstrance oh how I did heat Her ears with my discourse it was so neat As if my ready mouth had been the Schoole Of language yet she pleas'd to call me Foole But 't was in jest I 'm sure or were it not 'T is nothing since my good hath forgot My Sisters weaknesse and indeed we men Must bear with Sisters failings now and then They often trip in zeal and sometimes take A fall and love it for the Givers sake Our greatest faults they 'l pardon for a buss Come we must bear with them they bear with us But after she had call'd me fool she checkt Her self I wisely own'd it with neglect I spread my cloak upon the ground and there We cool'd our passions in the open aire Sister said I you have been pleas'd to spend The name of Fool upon your faithfull friend It was my worth you rashly did eclips And I 'le have satisfaction from those lips That gave th' affront let me no longer stay My fury will admit of no delay Deare Brother she reply'd if it be so You must have satisfaction tak 't below You soare too high at first I must detest Your lofty play the middle way is best But if you are resolv'd you shall not say I 'm obstinate for if you will you may I soon return'd her thanks and with my hand I pull'd her close and made her understand What I had seen but oh how she was pleas'd Ah verily said she the news has eas'd My longing heart But when the King fell down Thou wert unwise thou hadst not snatch'd His Crown 'T is rarely spoken Sister had I had The Crown I should have made a gallant Lad Should I but sway the Scepter of this Land I 'd make my Subjects die at my command I 'd lop the great ones off and make the low Subordinate to me I 'd make them know The reines were mine but at the first I 'de steal Into their hearts and fool them with my zeal I would declare unto the world and take An Oath I acted for Religions sake I 'd fill them full of novelties and then Sister thou knowest the common sort of men Like flies will buz about my new-made light I 'd call them Babes of grace and make them fight With Cerberus himself in my defence My Soule now tells me 't is a rare pretence I 'd hire some babbling Preachers to infuse Division and to flatter them with newes I 'd plump their soules with promises that they Should never faile to swear what should I say I 'd make my Preachers urge them all to joyne And fight for God then wil their Plate be mine This is an art that lies above the reach Of every braine I 'd suffer all to preach And sow sedition every one should be At least a Saint and preach upon a Tree And if my great occasions should require Large sums of money then would I inspire A Publike Faith and if it would not rise That way I 'd make the bellowes of Excize To puffe it up this is a cleanly way To sweep up money Souldiers must have pay Sister thou know'st 't is no disgracing stealth To make Religion rob the Common-wealth What though Malignants raile at our designs We can extract our livings from their fines I 've spoke enough now Sister I 'le divorce My nimble tongue from this profound discourse Now give me leave to dedicate my heart To thee my Patronesse before I part Brother alas I am a harmlesse maid And we you know are easily betrai'd By mens delusion if your love be true The zeal of my affections light on you You know we ought to love and none can be More honest in their harmlesse loves then we For we may love each other in the spirit And pray and preach together and inherit Our owne desires whilst others send their cries To their beloveds and yet lose the prize Sister thou hast exactly satisfi'd My large desires my happinesse bety'd The thriving Spirit truly 't is a paine To part but that I hope to meet againe London that nest of worth that yeelding

Oh make them to behold Their errours Let not Conquest make them bold Here stop my Muse le ts labour to accost Our former Glory Charles though we have lost His sacred Person yet we must not lose His happy memory Ah who can chuse But sigh when as they seat his glorious name Within their serious thoughts If ever Fame Receiv'd a Crown it was from Him whose worth My wearied Quil's too weak to blazon forth And when the best of my endeavour's done I shall but light a Candle to the Sun Yet will I spend my strength a feeble light Plac'd by a greater makes it shine more bright He was 't is not unknown to all the earth A Prince by vertue and a Prince by birth In the exordium of his Reign he swaid The Scepter of this Land till time betraid Cupid and Mars with a Majestick brow And made his chearfull subjects hearts to bo● In honor and it could not be exprest Whether he rul'd himself or Subjects best He was a Prince whose life and conversation Impoverish'd vices and enrich'd his Nation With good examples Honor never found So sweet an harbour Vertue never crown'd So rare a heart Love reign'd within his eye And there was clothed with Divinitie Vertue and Majestie did seem to strive Within his Royall brest which should survive In greatest Glory but 't was soon decided Martha and Mary would not be divided No more would they there was a sympathie Between them both for if the one should die The other could not live they were combin'd Within his brest and could not be disjoynd O happy is that Land where Vertue shall Meet Majestie within a Princes Hall He was a King not onely over Land But over Passion for he could command His Royall Self and when approaching trouble Assaild his mind his wisdome would redouble His present patience and he would allow The worst of sorrows a contented brow His undivided soul was alwaies free To propagate the works of Pietie His heart was still attracted to good motions By the true Loadstone of his firm devotions He alwaies studied how to recompence Good deeds with full rewards as for offence He sooner would forgive it then impose A punishment his meekness made his foes Grow supercilious and at last they made A private snare and zealously betraid The Lord of Englands life whose free consent Granted them a Triennial Parliament To salve the Kingdoms grievances but they Took not the grievances but Him away It could not be distinguish'd which did reign Mars or Apollo most within his brain He was a Cesar and the equall fame Of War and Wisdom dwelt upon his Name As for his Martiall parts Edge-hill will bear An everlasting record how his care And resolution did maintain that Fight Till day submitted to th' incroaching night Although Heavens General was pleas'd to bring Such small conditions to so great a King We must not judge that 't is success that can Procure the title of a valiant man For that will but instruct him how to fly Upon the wings of popularity As for his Theologick parts I may Without presumption absolute say He was a second David and could raise A lofty strain to sing his Makers praise Read but his Meditations and you 'l finde His brest attain'd an heav'n-enameld minde Now Reader close thine eys and do not read My following lines except thy heart can bleed And thou not die Ah here 's a mournfull text Imports a death Suppose what follows next And 't is enough Oh that I could ingrosse The Language of the world t' expresse this losse Break hearts weep eys lament your Soveraign's And let Him swim unto his Funerall In Subjects teares oh had you seen his feet Mounted the stage of blood and run to meet The fury of his foes and how his breath Proclaim'd a correspondency with death Oh then thy diving heart must needs have found The depth of sorrow and receiv'd a wound That Time could not recure oh such a sight Had been sufficient to have made a night Within this little world hadst thou but seen What soule-defending patience stood between Passion and him with what a pleasing grace As if that death had blush'd within his face He look'd upon his people which surrounded His mourning Scaffold whilst his thoughts abounded With heav'nly ruptures his Angellike voice Taught Ioy to weep and sorrow to rejoyce Teares blinded many that they could not see So bloody so abhorr'd a Tragedy He look'd as if he rather came to view His Subjects then to bid them all adue Feare had no habitation in his breast And what he spoke was readily exprest Heav'ns sacred Orator divinely typp'd His tongue with golden languages and dipp'd His soul in Loves sweet fountaine so that all That lov'd admir'd and griev'd to see him fall Whil or he submitting Prince devoutly pray'd That Heav'n would pardon those that had betraid His body to the grave as from his soul He had forgave them all and did condole Their sad conditions having spent his breath He yeelded like a Lamb unto his death Much more he utterd but my burthen'd Quill Recoils and will not prosecute my will My Pen and I must now abrubtly part Pardon oh Reader for love bindes my heart With chains of sorrow let me crave what I Shall want in Language that thou wilt supply In Meditation But before I let My Quill desert my hand I 'le make it set This Tragi comick period to my story Charles liv'd in trouble and he dy'd in glory FINIS Habakkuk chap. 1 ver 13 Thou art of purer eys O God then to behold evil and canst not look on iniquity Wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devoureth the man that is more righteous then they AN EPITAPH Vpon Caines having kill'd their Abel lay'd Him underneath whom they betray'd And forc'd to death Kind Reader know Religion was his overthrow Lament lament this fatall losse England never had a Crosse So Great as This Let every Eye Keep teares to weep his Elegie I may presume to say a Tombe Never had a richer wombe Goe not till your sorrowes have Offered teares unto his grave Faile not to spend some reall groanes Except your hearts are turn'd to stones Now methinkes his ashes cryes Guiltlesse blood 's a Sacrifice London lately lost her heart And is sicke in every part Nothing could appease but bloud Death took her King and left a flood FINIS AN ELEGY UPON The Right Honorable the LORD CAPELL Baron of Hadham Who was beheaded at Westminster for maintaining the ancient and fundamentall Lawes of the Kingdome of ENGLAND March the 9. 1648. Heu●jrc●t aut fuctis vivat ubique suis DIsturbe me not my thoughts are mounting high To build a Nest for Capells memory Fool that I am I doe not meane a Nest No nor a Kingdome neither that 's the least Of all my thoughts It is a world that shall Be rul'd by Capells eccho