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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

learned men set foorth Ev'n Vorstius and the Cardinalls record King IAMES a Learned and Religious Lord. Wee waile our want of such a worthie King Yet more wee joye since hee in Heaven doth reigne Whose Corps though now interred in the dust Shall rise with Iacobs and with Iobs the just Nor neede wee curse such mountaines as Gilboah Nor waile such waters as our Father Noah Nor neede wee waile private or publicke crime Wrought in our native Soyle at any time Nor valleyes vaunting monstruous-marching might Of forraine foes or homebred houshold spight Nor thundring Cannons nor the Trumpets sound Nor Turkish spyte which else where doth abound Nor Papists plots with Powder-plotted treason Prepared ' gainst him and his against all reason Nor Spanish-Papist policies disguised Deliberat and long before advised Which masked with the shew of friendly love Like craftie Serpent cunninglie to move And so to lurke amidst brave Britaines bowres Crossing our Gardens tripping in our Towres Into our pleasant Palaces approching And on our lives Lands Liberties enchroching Accusing and accrochjng and seducing Our Nobles and our commountie abusing With Gundomerian-Gunnes to make vs g●ne And lose our lives before wee see our want Our God and Saviour did such things prevent And to such Parent of our peace hath sent In peace a Messenger to take Iames breath His Generall-muster-master mortall Death Bounding Deaths limits that hee no more could But bring to dust of dust his earthly mould Maugre the Hells no second Death nor terrour Durst sease on him nor no affrighting horrour Durst so attempt his breast as for to Iudge In his heroicke Heart one faithlesse grudge Firme was his Faith and franck his forttiude Through and in Christ who for him shed his blood For Adams and for Eva's curious lust By Gods decree dust must returne to dust First Adam through his fall damnation brought Christ second Adam our Salvation wrought Spoyler of Death more than Methusalem No Babell Builder but Ierusalem Ierusalem the New prepar'd of God Where Saints amongst his Angells haue abode Through Iesus Christ By whom Iames justified Heere a crown'd King hence a King glorified Whilst heere hee range hee justice did affect Truth Love and Peace hee much more did respect Religion right and reason Chastitie Than any King on Earth with clemencie Nor Glorie vaine nor greed nor golde nor gaine Gould make him from the hope of heaven refraine Nor trust in treasure which Earth could afford For why his trust was in the living Lord. King Iames thy blames are buried and forgot Thy Faith Fame Name claime Crowne without a spot Now blessed Iacob rest in Heaven and sing The everlasting praise of Christ thy King The King of Kings thy God the Lord of Hostes Was is and shall bee to whom the Worlds coastes Subjected are Didst thou the Scriptures quote To praise thy God didst thou thy pen devote Loe many pens of vertuous men expresse Thy worthie parts thy praise for to incresse Wast thou of modest mind of bodie chaste Religious learn'd thou joy'st the interest Thy Clemencie thy bountie and thy Love And such true vertues sent thee from above Returne to thee much more aboundantly Good Name good Fame since vertue can not dye Thy pleasant Poems learned and profound Shall till the World have end thy worth resounds And counter-check such ignorant prophaine As Cuckooe-glorious mocke the inspyred vaine Of Christian Poets who in sacred verse The praise of Christ and of his Church rehearse Those learned workes which from thee did proceede Such ignorants vaineglorie shall deride As jeast at learning and esteeme it folly To bee train'd vp in Christian Schooles most holy And shall move others also to deplore This vitious Age And praise God evermore Who as hee gave the Kingdomes Scepters Crownes So gave hee wisdome which thee now renownes Those earthly things too litle for thy minde Hee gave then tooke when hee had thee refinde And in exchange a Crowne of glorie gave thee And did in Heaven for evermore receive thee That thou to him mightst sing that sacred Song Which doth Gods Angells and Christs Saints belong Right faithfull Stewart Kings may learne by thee To serve their God while as they Stewarts bee Heere of alitle with the Virgins wise Attending on their Master and their prise With burning Lamps till that they heare the call Of their Bride-groome and with him enter all In Heaven that they may Crownes receive makes sure In joye and glorie ever to endure O Potent Patron of all vertues true Who didst for thine Sinne Hell and Death subdue Lord Iesus Christ God-Man my Saviour sweet Inspire mee with the wisedome of thy Spirit That I with Faith and zeale may thinke speake write With wisedome worke and with discretion dite Thy praise and glorie for thy gifts so good Which thou to thine hast giv'n through thine owne Blood And for since it hath pleased thee to call King Iames to Heaven thou Charles makest to all True Christian subjects a true Patron bee A Father and a friend to pietie To vertues valour and to right and reason A friend to peace of conscience foe to treason Committed against Christ and 's sacred Saints By men which of their sinnes and vices vaunts O wee vnwoorthie justly did deserve That thou hadst sent a King to make vs swerve From true Religion but thou didst prevent Our miscrie with mercie and hast sent A Royall Loyall Learn'd Religious Prince Magnanimous and mightie for defence Of all true Christians Whom good God decore With wisedome that in zeale he thee adore In Loue Faith Feare Obedience to thy will Aye more and more till he thy will fulfill Wee did deserve and did by sinne procure That thou shouldst not haue suffred to endure That Royall race of faithfull Stewarts line For that wee did so oft ' gainst thee repine If for our sinnes thou hadst cut with the stocke The seede and siplings and madest vs a mocke To all the World Yet wee much more deserved Who by our sinfull lusts so oft haue swerved From the obedience of thy Law and will Our fleshly sinfull pleasures to fulfill And but thy mercie is so eminent All perills of thy people to prevent Wee had beene made a prey to everie Nation For our contempt and for our provocation For our contempt of thy most sacred Word Provoking thee to wrath long-suffering Lord. Infinite thou not willing to contend ' Gainst flesh infirme didst grace and mercie send Through Iesus Christ in whom wee are well eased Through whom with vs thou canst not bee displeased Aeternall trueth who gavest to Iames to bee Royall on Earth Religious towards thee Extend thy blessings vnto his succession Doe not repell our earnest intercession O Lord our God That so wee may sing praise Aye more and more to thee who did him raise Now neede we pray no more for Iames since gone Exempt from prayer and exempt from mone Direct our hearts therefore to praise thee for him