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A79960	Monumentum Regale or a tombe, erected for that incomparable and glorious monarch, Charles the First, King of Great Britane, France and Ireland, &c. In select elegies, epitaphs, and poems.	Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.	1649 (1649)	Wing C4681; Thomason E1217_5; ESTC R208852	19,792	48

Carthage hath And Scotch more slippery proves then Punick Faith When they can trade their King and beat a price For 's Bloud to ingrain their crimson Avarice Whilst we un-king His Fame dethrone's repute Word our artillery and libells shoot Shift His restraints and bound him with new hedge Not for enlargement but fresh pawn and pledge To now prevailing Gaol snare Him with Shapes Of neerer ills to prompt him to escapes So the close practis'd foulers treacherous gin Already seiz'd of prey the lost bird in Yet hath attendant dogs whose disciplin'd throat And busie roavings aid their threatning note Till th' feather'd pris'ner scar'd with mixt mishap Un-skill'd i' th' guil of the industrious trap Struggles and flings with unsuccessefull coyl Till motion weaves inevitable toyl When varied bondages some beames afford To checker plots dissembling some accord Which though smooth-phras'd rough sense doth still controul T' un-crown his head or else un-king His soul When all of Meniall trust whose cares expence Hearty with long experienc'd confidence Pay'd diligent homage to his justest will Must see their desolate ranks and courses fill By rough unpractis'd home-spun Colonies Of Russet Courtiers and instructed spies VVhose treacherous attendance and slie drift Makes all their servi●e but Officious shrift VVhen the pure Altars sacred sons must flee His reverent approach when single He Must both His Priest and Congregation stand Or some rash Korahs foul unhallowed hand Corrupt His virgin gums and raise a smoak Not to appease His deity but choak VVhen the revolted C●ssocks plum their darts VVith crooked Sophistry's perverted arts To reason down His faith with studied pow'r And drown His soul in that confederate show'r To heighten these when some whose nobler name In His declining Banner arms their fame VVhom yet ignoble envy bent awry Or Faint Devotion cool'd to Indifferencie Conspir'd the Churches battery His weights Took ballance from her cause not from their hates He pois'd thin calumny by ponderous good Her sole and yet unconquer'd champion stood VVhen warmer onsets like the searching ploughs More fertile wounds on natures yielding brows VVere not the scar but tillage of his heart Cares thriving husbandry and fruitfull smart VVhere what was sown a Crosse sprung upon a sheaf And Virtue Harvest though the Furrow grief His glorious own Record gave this presage VVhich next to hallowed writ and sacred page Shall busie pious wonder and abide To Christian pilgrimage the second guid VVhich reconciles till now the eternall hates 'Twixt simple piety and fraudulent States Shews how all Michiavell in Solomon lies And Cunning makes men wilely but not wise Bottomes a stable Throne whose secure chance Shall steady sit or in her fall advance When gastly Death 's astonishing Arrest In all her terrors and grim wardrobe drest From a green Treaty nipt ere fully blown And soft amusements of a restored throne He meets with cheerfull combat and arm'd breath A vigorous Resignation not a Death When His unlimited forgivenesse flies High as His Blood 's shrill voice and towring cryes Not spun in scanty half denying prayers But Legacie obliging to His Heirs CAROLI 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I Come but come with trembling lest I prove Th' unequall Greete of Semele and Jove As She was too obscure and He too bright My Theam's too heavy and my Pen too light And whilst like Midas I presume to sit In wise Apollo's Chair without HIS wit Is it not just t' expect that He who dares Higher then Midas should wear longer Eares May I not fear Patroclus Fate and feel The dangerous honour of Achilles steel Just like that busie Elf whose vent'rous Pride Found none but Titan Titan's Coach could guide Why Hee 'l not stand in Verse Can I enclose Him whom the greatest Libertie of Prose Wants room to hold And whose unweildy Name Is big enough to fill the Trump of Fame An Individuall species like the Sun At once a Multitude and yet but One One of such vast Importance that He fell The Festivall of Heav'n and England's Hell One who for Eminence was these two things * De Catone vetus dictum Ultimus Romanorum Primus Hominum The last of Christians and the first of Kings One so diffusive that he liv'd to all And One that dy'd the whole world's Funeral For Charles being thus dismounted and the Swain High shoo'd Bootes leapt into the Wain Is not old Beldame Nature truly said T' advance her Heeles and stand upon her Head Does not the Judge and Law too for a need The Stirrop hold whilst Treason mounts the Steed Is not Gods Word and 's Providence besides Us'd as a Laquy whilst th' white Devil rides Sure all things thus into Confusion hurld Make though an universe yet not a World And so our Soveraign's like our Saviours Passion Becomes a kind of Doomsday to the Nation If Dead men did not walk 't would be admir'd The Breath of all our Nostrils thus expir'd What 't is that gives us motion And can I Who want my self write Him an Elegie Though Virgil turnd Evangelist and wrote Not from his Tripod but Gods Altar taught Though all the Poets of the Age should sit In Inquest of Invention and club wit To make words Epigrams should they combine To crowd whole stock of Fancie in each line Sell the Fee-simple to advance one summe As Eglis spake but once and then liv'd dumb 'T were all as inarticulate and weak As when those men make signes that cannot speak But where the Theme confounds us * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Longin 't is a sort Of glorious Merit proudly to fall short Despair sometimes gives courage any one May lisp him out who can be spoke by none None but a King No King unlesse He be As Wise as Just as Good as Great as He. When Late Posterity shall run t' advise With Times impartiall Register how Wise This Great-one was they 'l find it there inroll'd That He was ne'r in 's Nonage but born old View hm whilst Prince of Wales and it appears His wisdome did so antedate his years That He was Ful i' th' Bud and 's Soul divine Nestor might be Great Grandfather to thine View him agen where he so ripe was grown As not to rise but drop into a Throne How did those rayes of Majestie which were Scatter'd in other Kings concenter here As if h 'ad got King Sapors sphere and prov'd How each Intelligence his Orbe had mov'd Wise Charles like them sate steering at two Helmes King of himself but Father of his Realms And just as if old Trismegistus Cup Had by his thirsty Soul been all drunk up His understanding did begirt this All As t' were Ecliptick or Meridionall Supp●se a Dyet of all Christian Kings And Bish●ps too conven'd to weigh the things Of Church and State Nay adde Inferiour men Those of the Sword the pensil and the pen. From th' Scepter to the Sheep-hook Charles in all Must have been Vmpire Oecumenicall He liv'd

Monumentum Regale OR A TOMBE Erected for that incomparable and Glorious Monarch CHARLES THE FIRST King of Great Britane France and Ireland c. C. R. In select Elegies Epitaphs and Poems Printed in the Yeare 1649. EPITAPH BEhold the Mirror of a Prince Pourtraid The living Emblem of glorious shade Whose Chair of State was late a Scaffold made One then whom never any did professe More Zeal to th' Publique and received lesse Of more desert and brought to more distresse That reall lustre to our Royall Garter That late inlarger of our Cities Charter Whose Crown the Crime that made this Monarch-Martyr Adien Dear Prince Death like a loving friend Hath Crown'd thy sufferings with a peacefull end While headlesse we our ruine must attend Nor can we lesse expect Judgement 's at hand To scourge the follies of a sinfull Land What Brightman wrote we would not understand From th' fatall period of a Charlemain Wain should a Kingdom in her Charles-wain But Prayers nor tears might call him back again Lords should resign their Patents to the Sword Lurdane should equall any English Lord. O brave Platonick Levell Martiall Boord CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI Regis c. tricessimo die Januarii secunda hora Pomeridiana Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII Ter Deno IanI Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptroqVe SeCVre CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Losse Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread-Soveraign hold lest Out-law'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial Powers and distrust Heav'n can Behold such Treason and prove Just CHARLES our Dread-Sveraign's murther'd Tremble and View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land Court Citty Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last stage and Set with Him their Sun CHARLES our Dread-Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell Feinds dire Hydra's of a Stiff-neck't-State Strange Body-Politick whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain Hee who was the known King of three Realms lie's murther'd in his Own Hee Hee who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Die'd here to re-Baptize it in His Blood No more no more Fame's Trumpe shall Eccho all The Rest in dreadfull Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendomene're Pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not as this dismal Change The Blow struck Britain blind each well-set Limbe By Dislocation was lop't off in HIM And though Shee yet live's Shee live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul RELIGION put 's on Black Sad LOYALTY Bulshe's and Mourn's to see bright-Majesty Butcher'd by such Assassinates nay both ' Gainst GOD ' gainst LAW ALLEGIANCE and their OATH Farewell sad Isle Farewell Thy fatal Glory Is Summ'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGIE On The Meekest of Men The most glorious of Princes The most Constant of Martyrs CHARLES the I. c. Most cruell Men CAn you a winged souls swift flight restrain and lure her to her widowed home again Or bound the wanderings of the floating blood And to his purple channell charm his flood Can you a gasping hearts faln heat repair And into breath coyne the unfashion'd ayer Can you unweave the Nerves then twist their thred And to th'unravell'd corps re-fit the head Who can doe lesse then this should feare to kill Best pulling down is by a Builder still But coole debates you can embrace no more Then Cesars Lion who his Teacher tore From meaner gore and Subjects courser flood Your curious Treason thirsts your Princes blood And flesht in under-slaughter boldly brings Rais'd appetite to diet on your Kings No Epicure like thriving Murder 's found Her Stream tasts foul unles her Spring be crown'd But though who Thrones and Majesty betray As largest guilt so reap the largest prey And sage projecting Hell her snares might fear But that she bids high pay and damnes some dear Yet few have levell'd at a Princes fall But such whose claim did for succession call Whose bordering title tyr'd to be kept down Cast trains lesse for his ruine then his Crown But here the desperate Rebell strikes at sway Not for who shall succeed but that none may Deeming the crimelesse daring of lesse hight To ravish Scepters then to break them quite As if an ampler beam of pow'r were hurl'd To hatch a Chaos then create a world No shie concealment leads this murder in That were too much the Modesty of sin No closet-ambush unsuspected pill No mingled cup no secret drug must kill Successe hath rais'd them up to opner crimes Rolfe was an Instrument for doubtfull times A mock Tribunal's built a pageant Court Which but for matchlesse crimes might passe for sport So frail and lawlesse Faith hath no defence To credit 't is at all but insolence No fond Romance no fam'd Arcadia treats Of such Eutopian frantick Judgement Seats At whose dire black decrees we wondering stand As some pale Ghoasts dim taper and cold hand Did waftus through the shades untill he brings Where Fairie Traytors murder aery Kings While slumbring we invoke the mornings light To chase the Legend-vision from our sight High in this dream in this phantastick Bench Bold apparition Bradshaw doth intrench One whom the genuine Bar did seldome see Whose obscure tongue scarce boasts a seven years Fee Whose Lungs are all his Law whose pleading noise And silence dearer then discreeter voice Whose conscience wears a face for every dresse Religion justifies the Savages Faction'd and byas'd for who gives most fair Camelion through onely not hir'd with Aire Whose insolence no presence can relaxe Whose carriage wounds his King worse then the Axe This needy Oratour now richer drest And higher plac'd is Image still at best VVho though from hell he his glib dictates hold As Satan talk't i' th' Idols tongues of old Yet the close drift of this bright pomp and shrine Is nor the Devill nor He but worse design The Ephesian work-men great Diana made Not for Diana's sake but their own trade Our Soveraigns sighs the Peoples louder groan Is not black Incense burnt to Bell alone But strow their Altars round and we shall meet An undistinguisht rapines numerous feet The Bloudy Rebells conscious of their slain Like the first murderer the guilty Cain Though just Remorse lookes nobler then offence Prefer continuance to penitence VVeigh crimes gainst mercies down the Balance bear Much with their sins but most with their despair Their own pale fears arm to this desperate thrust their King can pardon but they cannot trust The haughty Tygers dare the Lyons spight And force bold inrodes through their Soveraigns right But if retireing from incroaching pride They make their proper confines bound their tide A faithfull truce is struck peace shuts in warres And fresh assurance springs ev'n from their jarres One equall desert shrowds their pastime still And each intrust their slumbers to one hill

a Perpendicular The Thread His Wisdome was Humility the Lead By which he measur'd Men and Things took aim At actions crooked and at actions plain He and all from him into Cubes did fall And yet as perfect as the Circle all 'T was He took Nature's Bredth Depth and Hight Knew the just difference 'twixt Wrong and Right He saw the points of things could justly hit What must be done what may what 's just what fit As if like Moses he had had resort Unto Gods Councell ere he was of 's Court. Hence his Religion was his choice not Fate Rul'd by Gods Word not Interest of State Others may thank their stars He his inquest Who sounding all sides anchor'd in the best His Crown contain'd a Miter He did twist Moses and Aaron King and Casuist When the Mahumetan or Pope shall look On his Soul's best Interpreter his Book His Book his Life his Death will henceforth be The Church of England's best Apologie Thus Dove and Serpent kiss'd as if they meant To render him as wise so innocent His own good Genius knew not whether were His Heart more single or his Head more clear Virtue was his Prerogative and thus Charles rul'd the King before the King rul'd Vs He knew that to command his onely way Was first to teach his Passions to obey And his incessant waiting on God's Throne Gave him such meek reflections on his own That being forc't to censure he exprest A Judges Office with a Mothers breast And when some sturdie violence began T'unsheath his sword unwilling to be drawn He but destroy'd and so soft mercy can The malefactor to preserve the Man Even Hell 's blind Journey-men those Sons of Night Who look on scarlet murder and think 't white Unwillingly confess'd The onely thing Which made him guiltie was That He was King He was Incarnate Justice and 't is said Astraea liv'd in him yet dy'd a Maid We want an Emblem for him Phoebus must Stand still in Libra to speak Charles the Just And yet though he were such that nothing lesse Then Virtue 's mean stretcht to a just Excesse Flew from his Soul He like the Sun was known To see all excellence except his own His Modesty was such that All which He ' Ere spake or thought os's self was Calumny But yet so mixt with state that one might see It made him not lesse Kingly but more free He was not like those Princes whot ' expresse A learned surfeit a sublime excesse Send to dispeople all the Sea of Fish Depopulate the Aire to make one dish Such skilfull ' luxuries as onely serve To make their minds more plentifully sterve Whatever Dainties fill'd his Board by chance His onely constant Dish was a Evagr. l. 1. c. 21. de Monachis quibusdam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Temperance His Virtue did so limit him his Court Implied his Cloyster and his very sport Was Self-deniall Nay though he were seen So roab'd in purple and so macht t' a Queen As made him glitter like a Noon-day Sun Yet still his Soul wore sackcloth and liv'd Nun. b Evagr. l. 1. c. 13 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Simeon the Stylite in his Pillar pent Might live more strict but not more innocent So wise so just so good so great and all What is' t could set him higher but his fal When he caught up by a Celestiall Train Began his second and more solid Raign How to that Heaven did this Pilot steer Twixt th' Independent and the Presbyter Plac'd in the confines of two shipwracks thus The Greeks are seated 'twixt the Turks and Vs Whom did By zantium free Rome would condemn And freed from Rome they are enslaved by them So plac'd betwixt a Precipice and Wolf There the Aegaean here the Venice gulf What with the rising and the setting Sun By these th' are hated and by those undon Thus virtues hemm'd with vices and though either Solicites her consent she yields to neither Nay thus our Saviour to enhance his grief Was hung betwixt a Murderer and a Thief Now Charles as King and as a good King too Being Christs adopted self was both to do And suffer like him both to live and die So much more humble as he was more high Then his own Subjects He was thus to tread In the same footsteps and submit his Head To the same thorns when spit upon and beat To make his Conscience serve for his retreat And overcome by suffering To take up His Saviours Crosse and pledge him in his Cup. Since then our Soveraign by just account Liv'd o're our Saviours Sermon in the Mount And did all Christian Precepts so reduce That 's Life the Doctrine was his Death the Use Posterity will say he should have dy'd No other Death then by being Crucifi'd And their renownedst Epocha will be Great Charles his Death next Christ's Nativity Thus Treason 's grown most Orthodox who since They said they 'd make him the most glorious Prince In all the Christian World 't is plain this way They onely promis'd what they meant to pay For now besides that beatisick Vision Where all desire is lost into fruition The stones they hurled at him with intent To crush his fame have prov'd his monument Their Libels his best Obeliske To have A fit Mausóle were to want a Grave His Scaffold like mount Tabor will in story Become the proudest Theater of Glory Next to the blessed Crosse and thus 't is sense T' affirm him murder'd in his own Defence For though all Hells Artillery and skill Combin'd together to besiege his Will And when their malice could not bring 't about To hurt God's Image they raz'd Adam's out Like men repuls'd whose Choler think 's it witty To burn the Suburbs when they can't the City Howe're they storm'd his walls and draind his blood Which moted round his Soul yet still he stood Defender of the Faith and that which He Found sweeter then revenge his Charity This then the utmost was their rage could do It shew'd him King of his afflictions too Vntempted Virtue is but coldly good As she 's scarce chaste that 's so but in cold blood To scorn base Quarter is the best escape As Lucrece dy'd the chaster for her rape These two did Charles his Virtue most befriend His glorious hardships first and then his end Death we forgive thee and thy Bourreaux too Since what did seem thy rape proves but his due For how could he be said to fall too soon Whose green was mellow whose dawn was noon Since Charles was onely by thy curteous knife Redeemd from this great injury of life To one so lasting that 't is truly said Not He but his mortality is dead To weep his Death 's the treason of our eyes Our Sun did onely set that he might rise But we do mock not cheat our grief and sit Onely at best t' upbraid our selves in wit And want him learnedly such colours do Disguise disasters not delude

But jealous guilt nor fence nor safety hath A Rebell is a Tiger without faith But though stung conscience presse to be secure And would be wary when she can't be sure Yet oft she most encounters what she flies And all her ruine in her Refuge lies For had their Foes conspir'd and fram'd a pit Whose train whose deepest artifice should hit They none so speeding none so fleet could bring As what themselves have shap'd their slaughter'd King By this they naked lie to weakest eyes And quit their ablest guard their long disguise Whose strength like mens in ambush still hath been Not frō their strength but cause their strength 's unseen Whō shal they combat now in 's own defence And whom bring home onely by driving hence Whom shall they disobey to serve his will Whom shall their Canon court and humbly kill Whose omnipresence space shall reconcile Be here and yet be hence a hundred mile Whose doubtfull seal shall while it is betwain And burnt from phenix cinders bud again They whose thick vows exalted hearts and eyes High as the skies and stable as the skies Who know their lives are frail short recompence And cheap oblation weigh'd with conscience Will now no longer gorge their venomous pils Nor by elusions steer enlightned wils Nor prize the shame of finding former sin At the sad rate of wading farther in But haste returns as vigorous as mistake And hate the gastly dream the more they wake No longer brook a Tyler or a Cade Those Dung-hill Tyrants whom themselves have made Which like dire comets mounted in the aire Rain plagues on earth whose vapours plac't them there They find this hot impatience ' gainst the throne Is by its embers but to light their own Like him who rais'd his Gods adored head To make his own blaspheme it in the stead Hence their Agreement chains and shackles throws As not what we Agree but they impose Gilding the peircing'st flames with specious smoak Glossing in our consent which is their yoak Were their dark arts soft as their glistering shews Did their throng'd chapplets scatter nought but Rose Did they a Freedome give was ours before Which the Kings slaughter were but to restore Yet the Acceptance ought to prove ours still And none obtrude a blisse against our will 'T is not a Liberty we needs must have And he is onely free who may be slave Nay were 't our keen request and eager cry It might so fall 't were nobler to deny Their bounty us might to our ruine arm And better not bestow then give to harm Who weapons one who seeks himself to kill Bestows a murder and a Liberall Ill. And such is theirs and worse for they afford Not onely means to kill but prompt the Sword Mens phrensie bated now and could endure To hear of physick though 't were far from cure When cruell they break in and crying save Intombe the Nation in their Soveraigns grave The Heathen Brutus did at murder stay Who though he durst eject he durst not slay His bare deposing too no shelter brings But that it fastned on the worst of Kings The Publick curse had blasted all his praise Had his attempt been up ere Tarquins dayes Where shall they build their plea who at once do Destroy the best of Men and Princes too Whose rooted Thrones fair growth did lesse improve From clear unenvied claim then Subjects love Whose boundlesse worth and rate had given Him sway Though His descent and title were away And now since virtue vice doth best descrie As straight shews straightnesse and obliquity His prudent sway her beauty best affords Drawn out and shadowed by usurping Lords Whose early first decree so loath'd hath stood By framers guilt and injur'd Straffords Blood Who suppled Laws and gag'd them to their wills Not to support their Rights but strengthen Ills. No resolves steady no vote tumult strong But ratified or cancell'd by th' next throng Such floating levities their coin disgrac't Till cheap irreverence the mint defac't Whence poorly conscious of their ticklish sway They sweat to husband and improve their day Working to steer their low designs about Ere the next Faction shake their title out They lease their interest each suffrage rent As the two Houses were their Tenement Who chaffers best buyes mercenary throats Reaps plenteous harvest in the next dayes votes They shear the People bear their fleece away Not as their Orphan-wards but happier prey Place and preferments passe their market-curse Not to the worthiest men but strongest purse Succeed by families relations scale Make Patriots not our choice but their Intail Desert or hold their stations with the Tide Ruine or ruined as Factions side Nere acting right now suffering this alone Their Vsurpation fell with CHARLES His Throne Who Antidote to all the ills of these And all their poisons strict Antipodes Who when his crowns soar'd highest did ev'n then Remember still he was a King of men Made their advantage to compasse to his own And rankt their freedome equall with his throne Ne'r checkt their Liberty till 't license stood Nor askt their goods but for their greater good Who i'th'loud prejudice five Members sin Which hung Reforming out but Ruine in Arm'd with the Guards of unoffended State Like one that would not crush it but debate Like Titus tamely wish'd confederates leave Ask bate his Empire and they should receive Which fertile showres of grace so thick exprest They fell too weighty on their narrowed breast And as the clamorous channells shallow wombe VVould force the bounteous Sea her streams resume And from his banks doth foul contractions take And for a Chrystal-flood re-payes a Lake So their unsound receipt his bounty slew Return'd in Poyson what He shed in Dew Nor did a happier arm His gifts dispence VVhich private threw but vast munificence VVhen hands Himself had rais'd would reach Him down And nerves His Alms had strengthned shake His Crown The Vultur's Rapine doth at Bounty stand VVho though she gorge the prey she spares the hand The Gyant Elephant obeyes for bread And can forgo his rage where he is fed VVhere shall unthankfull men for place intrude Nor Aire nor Desert shrowds Ingratitude Yet as the equall Sun ore all doth tend Though some use light onely to see t' offend And both the barren Bramble and the Flow'r Partake the juice o'th'undistinguisht showr Because the teeming Clouds descending flood Designes the many onely not the good So His impartiall bountie Blessings threw Nor did the Recompence but Gift persue His Temperance might an Anchorite rigour tell And make the Pallace Standard to the Cell Not that its Laws from the thin board proceed VVhere to abstaine is Avarice or Nèed Or that the coursenesse of the Cates might please Like the great Consull caught a parching pease But from the strict chastising Plenties wings And the severest use of highest things His Table grasp'd the seas the earth the aire Yet ne'r His surfet was nor others snare His

Bowels massacred none nor did in inrage Till Subjects blood the Princes wine asswage No Orphans swam about his riotous cup Like his who kill'd but first dranke Clytus up Unbatter'd Chastity his reines and law Firme ' gainst the lustre of all threating thaw Which though it want the checks of mean restraint Where charge chills sin and makes the goatish faint VVhere Continence is dread lest Vice succeed And trembles at the issue not the deed Nay though't seem fortfy'd with plea and they VVho sin with Him might seeme but to obey At least the guilt might large allayes indure Since few deny where Scepters doe allure Or stand the vigour of a storme or rape VVhere He was King as by descent so shape For He their title had to back his owne VVho to the goodly feature give the throne Yet all was fraile to Him and soone supprest VVho set His Scepter first ore his owne breast And that His Crowns be in full square combin'd He made His fourth Dominion be His mind Not like that Romans ch●st but timerous care VVhere to be chast was not to see the faire VVho found his breast not proof against the flames But to escape did bid remove the Dames But as firme-sighted Eagles range the skies And eye the Sun when stro●gest lustre flies So His keene manag'd view severely sees Not frailty to corrupt but Judge the piece And could i' th' dazeling round securely stay To blesse the potter not abuse the clay Wise Iustice such as mercy might dispence To spare the Men but punish the offence Not to indanger Law but temper doome To kill despair and yet make none presume And here to match the births of strictest wills Where naked virtues are but glistering ills He layes His ballance at the Temple gates The Sanctuary Shekles are His weights He quarters all His day with constant prayers No businesse shall dispence no pleasure dares Limnes Copies to His Court doth rein and hold By Constancie the carelesse Zeal the cold His intent thoughts do their perplext decry His bent knees stiffe His fixt the wandring eye Humble the arrogant His vigorous dead His awe irreverence affiance dread Makes all His practice dictate this alone They had two Kings t' obey Himself had one But Calm and Sun-shine undistracted ease Yeeld but the Trophies of well-order'd peace But He was furnisht through and had a stock As for Fates fawn and courtship so their shock And though some c●ses make the task as great To manage temper as to master heat Though a sound prudence may deserve as well To wave assaults as courage to repell Yet here the generous lustre justly springs Lesse from the Scepter then the Sufferings For as the rage of these tempestuous times VVas His Misfortune onely not His crimes ' Lesse Socrates the Lightnings blame must bear Because it Lightned when he took the Aire Or ' lesse the drought lies still at th' Christians gate ' Cause Drought and Christians were contemporate So His harsh draught had some ingredients mixt VVhich ne'r on Prince or Man till now were fixt No Agonie so temper'd no such Cup Unlesse when God help'd Man to drink it up VVhere though the sufferings rival none endure ' Cause one so sound receiv'd so sharp a cure Yet we may safely give Perswasion this Those Jews then these lesse knew they did amisse His first affliction from rude Tumults came From them the fuell but elsewhere the flame Their trunk and boughs build the instructed pile But worse men light and fan the flames the while That waves and winds should mix united stocks To bruise and threaten Ships with shelves rocks Provokes our wonder lesse then moves our grief Because they want the sense of our relief Nay were their rage design and ship-wracks spleen Yet there might clear pretence and plea be seen Since our incroachments they but pay with spight And do but check usurpers of their right For words we to commerce and traffick melt By them is inrode and invasion felt But should this sea these winds conduct their threats To th' awfull palace where great Neptune sets Should their swell'd surge make his bent Trident grone And dash their foaming billows ' gainst his Throne Then might they pattern us then we might see That winds and waves at least are wild as we Nor was our phrensie fit our uproares blasts Or cloud that outs not light but overcasts But like that fatall inauspicious day When all the lesse and larger birds of prey Conspir'd to force the Eagle from her throne Because her eyes were clearer then their own When the vast aire seem'd to th' throng'd muster scant And with oppressing load the Element pant The injur'd Eagle girt in this distresse When reason nothing could and force could lesse She arms her active plumes with swiftest spring Darts through their ranks saves her self by wing But Eagles they are well when freed from rape And need no reparation but th' escape Re-view the sun with undishonourd eye And build again their towring nests as high But Princes scape not though they are not slain They may the wound but cannot flie the stain Yet hath our mischief father arts and can Distresse Him both at once as King and Man Our sharp alarmes forbid his shortest stay He may advise for gone but not which way We set His maz'd resolves at gaze and start Else t' were not to drive hence but bid Depart Else had our fury lessen'd of its spight W' had forc d Him to a progresse not a flight But like a pilot huddled up i' th' dark Himself surpris'd and His unfurnish't bark Whom unexpected tempests do constrain And from His harbour drive into the main No tackle tight no anchor weather proof But waves invade below and winds aloof Distract and tost not bound for any road Nor can return nor can hold out abroad Such was His mixt distresse how what or where Uncertain all but dangers certain were By this self-pregnant sin improves to th' full Affront at London Treason growes at Hull A bold repulse succeeds perplext abode Despis'd at home thrives to refus'd abroad Place tutors Place on Cities Cities call He may not here be safe not there at all When loe the spreading mischief not content To force up breaches in one element Invades His Navy doth insulting stand O're the joynt Trophees both of Sea and Land To gild this rapine for the vulgar eyes They chase Him through all His capacities Shift lights and distances untill they see Another self in Him which is not He. Vex stills and Crucibles the furnace ply To sift and drain a Chymick Majesty At last their carefull sweats auspicious how'r Drops Him apart distinguish't from His pow'r But the afflicted quill whose penance lies Through all His thorns must stories martyr rise What hardy plume dares register His cares When forraign close to sow'r His home affaires When Ireland charitable fame untells Adopts the vvorst of ven'mous beasts Rebells When Edenburg out-villain'd