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majesty_n	house_n	parliament_n	speaker_n	3,357	5	10.8139	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95863	Verses in honour of the reverend and learned judge of the law, Iudge Ienkin; the sole author of his soveraignes rights, Englands laws, and the peoples liberty. / Written by a loyall subject of his Majesties.	Loyall subject of his Majesties.	1648 (1648)	Wing V258; Thomason E435_30; ESTC R203910	4,115	8

VERSES IN HONOVR OF THE Reverend and Learned Iudge of the Law IVDGE IENKIN The sole Author of his Soveraignes Rights Englands Laws and the peoples Liberty Written by a Loyall Subject of his Majesties Printed in the Yeare 1648. Vpon Iudge Ienkin and his Plea before the Speakers of the two Houses of Parliament Lord of Manchester William Lenthall Esquire at the Chancery Barre Feb. 14. 1647. HAve you e're seen a sullen Rock disdain The high-swolne Billows of th' enraged Main And in pure Indignation defie Neptune and all his curl'd Artillery Just so stood JENKIN like a well-fix'd Rock Built on a Base that never fear'd the shock Of Rage or Tempest Justice and the Law Which by a Lovely yet Majestick Awe Bounded and bless'd Us till these savage Bores Broke it upon Her and cast out of Dores Law and Religion Mercy Discipline Sence and Civillity and what e're 's Divine Or decent and in lieu of them did bring Geneva's Sluttery and that cursed Thing The Hell bred Covenant ' mongst us to ensnare And cheat poore Israel with Gibeons Ware Could any but this Parliament and Hell Ere teach the very Law for to Rebell And implead Loyalty call it Criminous Nay Treason worst of crimes yet even thus Great Strafford Reverend Laud and Burley fell Whose Martyrdomes when after-ages tell Posterity will stand agast and sweare That Rebell Typhons and not Men dwelt here Unpolitick Miscreants to un-hinge a State And leave it's Emendation unto Fate Or Fortune Prudence being banish quite Which the Learn'd Bude calls Reasons Favourite Did not that * Lord Brooke in his speech against Bishops Anno 1642. or 43. Sophie Senator once cry We came not here to build let us Destroy Thus downe fell D gon-Bishops who had stood Full foureteene hundred yeares before his bloud Did speake him Gentleman admit that he Were of no posterne but true Pedigree But straight as those * The Bishops Bright Stars were all unspher'd The Dung-hill Exhalations appeard The House of Commons and began to strive For Parity at least and boldly give The Lords check-mate how wise how just is God To pay degenerous Peeres with their owne Rod Yet boast not Feet of Clay against the Head Of Gold Your Kingdome too is numbered For all your Bramble-Grandeur Greg does vow To be supreame when you doe hang below And when your Rebell-soules doe frie in Hell Infecting with your Names our Chronicle Then JENKIN shall be Canoniz'd in Story His KINGS Defender and his Kingdomes Glory Another Coppy of Verses on the Reverend Iudge Jenkins BRave Limb of Law great Englands Statute prop Whom Tyrants neither can make stoop or stop Against their Ord'nance thou thy Cannon bring'st They un-king Charles and Him again Thou King'st For Lawes and Statutes Humane and Divine Thy knowledge makes thy true allegeance shine And 't is more easie for thy foes to be Three Kingdomes ruine then to conquer thee Stout heart of Oke whom no false private end Corrupts but dares to break but not to bend Afflictions fire hath burnish'd bright thy fame All Britain is embrodered with thy name And Wales thy Honour no Ecclipse can shade Because thou didst produce so brave a Blade Grave Reverend Jenkin that with pen and word Support'st true Justice Ballance and her sword Will never hurt thee If in justice dares Draw forth her hanger thou art clear'd of cares If Foes judge thee to death they doe no more Then Nature Nature doomd thy death before The more thy sufferings are the more thy praise They may take minutes from thee houres and dayes Weekes they may rob thee of but ther 's no feare That they will steale thy Climactericall yeare Thou art Lawes Line whose Levell is dispatch Thou art Lawes Larke whose unseeld eyes keepe watch Lawes Lamp whose light shewes justice what is right Lawes Loome whose list cannot be swayd by might Law is the Helme that steeres the ship of State The chearefull Star which earely shines and late The staffe whose stay supports the languishing The Spring whose streame is ever flourishing Straight line bright lamp sweet Lark strong Loome choice List Guide shine shield guard and live Truths Martialist Rare Helme straight staffe pure streame illustrious Star Steeres cheeres directs supports in Peace and War Cleare Light pure Lampe rich streame of truth and life Justices Throane to coole the heate of strife Whose spotlesse currant runnes a christall course By curbing Awe with Law with censures force By making every wronger render right By being blinde and yet have clearest sight This is just Law and he a Lawyer is Who rightly knowes and practiseth all this And such art thou grave Judge even thou art he The Magazine of Lawes Integrity Long maist thou live since thy good life doth give Justice new breath and make her ever live 'T is not by Law that thou a Prisoner art But for thy taking Law and Justice part Opressions weight thy minde cannot deject Thou protect'st Law and Law will thee protect The courage of a Martyr is his cause Who suffers for his God and Countries Lawes If thou fall for thy King and Kingdomes sake The Cause will thee a glorious Martyr make Courage brave Patriot to thy tacklin stand Thou art supported by th' Almighties hand Thy fame and name shall live with the Eternall When as thy foes shall fry in flames Infernall T. I. In Honour of the Reverend Father of the Law Judge Jenkin 1 A Sophy politicke that slights all charmes The Argument 2 A Rock that beares a House against all stormes 3 Moses and 's Serpents Rod 4 A nimble Cat 5 One of the lean Kine that devoured the fat 6 A Brittish Lawyer well belov'd and knowne 7 Judge Jenkin wise grave just is such a one STate Lawyers you that make the Lawes your spells 1 A Sophy And charme the Truth dissembling Machiavils Well may you charm with Law-tearms doubtfull words And feed with Chaffe in stead of corne young Birds Jenkins too old for you he spies your nets He tells us where and how and who them sets Send out your stormes floods gusts tempestuous rain 2 Rock You beat upon this house his corps in vain You storm at him he cares not for 't a louse His God 's his Rock that props Him and his House Beat not against this Rock this if you spurne To powder yea to Atomes yee shall turne Ye Egyptian Jugglers shew your Serpent stickes 3 Moses and his serpent Statutes misconstru'd shew your shuffling trickes To blind your Pharaoh your grand Parliament God out of Cambria hath a Moses sent His Serpent Will devoure yours every crumme Hee 'l spoyle your pleading strike you all quite dumb You tosse and tumble him 4 A nimble Cat. but what of that He lights still on his feet as doth a Cat And in good time may scratch out all your eyes That on King Charles are false rebellious spies Y 'ave made him leane 5 One of the