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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

so much hath sought thee Goe then and count though thy sinnes doe amount The sand of the sea like red crimfie thou repenting Thy faith shall surmount or them thou recount If thy abode bee with God who likes not thy tormenting Whiter then the whitest snow he shall make thy being Who obedience to his law craues but not thy dying As he liveth so he sweareth he hath no delight in Sinners death if from wrath they returne or smiten Loe as a Hen calls her Birds to defend He calling cries more then twice or thrice for repentance Harden not thy heart least he depart in end And sometime thou heare in thine eare this fearefull sentence Goe yee cursed into hell where damned Divels are dying And from heaven he you repell for your sinnes and lying Kisse his sonne our Saviour sweet Brace him by returning Rest at your redeemers feet till he end your mourning What though a day or a month or a yeare Crosse thy desires with imagin'd discontentings Can not the change of an houre from all feare Crowne thy delights with ten thousand true contentings Worldly honour beautie wealth like vnto flowres are fading Painted pleasures posting pelfe from true ioyes disswading But when grace guides there place then in seemly sorting Loue faith truth zeale and ruth makes them all comforting What if at morne at noone-tide or evening Thy God shall recall thee art thou not content than Time to regard when he is befreanding Think not that hee 'l saue thee without thy consent man Turne he from thee looke for wrath for he is all-seeing No repentance after death but aye life or dying Heav'n or in Hell man must dwell thence is no returning Glore or griefe without reliefe alwayes ioy or mourning Make thy abode in this world with thy God By faith feare loue zeale prayer praise and repenting Thy sinnes which blinds thy soule with such loade As seeme gainst heav'n with the Divels or their evils indenting Wouldst thou ring with thy King in heav'n at his appearance Heere thou must fight as a Christian knight by faith perseverance Triumphs ioyes fred from noyes there we will finde aye byding Crownes of glore evermore which are never slyding Then new heaven and new earth when gone's all breath Create shall be by infinitie both former not remembred In the towne of renowne where is no death Saints shall dwell fred from hell and be no more dismembred Saint Iohn saw that towne out of heaven coming downe new Ierusalem From God prepared in this compared to Methusalem The spoyler of death where is no wrath as a bride for her husband Full of glory and ioy Loue freeing from noy many thousand There Saints shall remaine where is nothing filthy The Citie pure gold like glasse free from mould transparant The foundation of the walles of the Citie Were garnish'd with all sorts of precious stones apparant 1 Iasper 2 Saphyr 3 Chalcedone 4 Emeraude 5 Sardonixe 6 Sardius one 7 Chrysolite 8 Beril 9 Topas one 10 Chrysophras 11 Iacinth 12 Amethist stone Twelue gates twelue pearles each gate of one pearle was apparant And the streets of the Citie pure gold as glasse transparant God and the Lambe are the Temple therein There no need of the Sunne nor shining moone where Tri-unitie For the glorie of God did it lighten And the Lambe is the light thereof most bright Infinitie And the people sav'd shall there be receav'd shall walk in its light the kings of the earth shal bring after death to it their glory might the gates of it shal by day not be shut for there shal be no night there And the honor glore of the gentils evermore vnto it shal be brought there There shall enter in it nothing vncleane Nor that doth work lies falshood to lurke or abhomination But onely those who are written and seene In the Lambs book of life where is no strife there rests al contentation In him who belieue was dead and doth liue for aye in his purchesse Who hath an eare let him heare what the spirit sayth vnto the Churchs To him that overcommeth To him will I giue for ever to liue and with me to haue abode And to eate of the tree of life we shal see in the midst of the paradice of God Exhortation to all true Christians for the praising of our Saviour KIng CHARLES our King come now and sing Exult for ioy before thy King The King of Kings thy God and Lord And let thy soule and heart accord To magnifie and to extoll Thy King who doth his foes controll Mine heart reioyceth whiles I heare How Christian like thou doest thee beare Obedience offering to Christs will By life and conversation still The sacrifice of Thankesgiving With prayers offring to thy King Through Iesus Christ thy Saviour sweete Who thee protecteth with his Sprite When God King David had advaunced Before Gods Arke good David daunced With all his might for he reiosed In God in whom he still reposed Great Britaine with the Ocean sea Inviron'd come now and with me Sing praise and glore to Christ our Lord Who grace peace mercie doth affoord Come learned and come Laickes all Come Nobles Gentles great and small Come rich come poore come every creature Conformed in true Christian feature Now let vs sing in songs the praise Of God who Charles our King doth raise And doth devouring pests repell Captiving Satan Sinne Death Hell The World and whatsoe're gaine-stood His glorie through his precious blood Who by the power of his Sprite Doth his owne Saints to him vnite Come Scotland and exult for ioy Praise Christ who doth prevent thy noy And Charles thy Soveraigne Lord hath sent Apparent perils to prevent Come Edinburgh renown'd for worth The towne wherein I had my birth Thou Citie situate on a mountaine Wherein doth flow the liuely fountaine Of Christs Evangell for whom Christ Is Sacrifice and King and Priest Come come all Christians true resound The praise and glorie so profound Of God our Lord of Christ our King Who moff triumphantly doth raigne Let men and Angels all agree To praise his glorious Maiestie Extoll the name of Christ our Lord And from his will doe not debord O Christians true O Saints of God Whiles heere on earth you haue abode Suffer for Christ and for his sake If need require all things forsake Which doth to mortall life pertaine For he doth all in all containe Who every moment doth thee view For loue of Christ O Christian true If need require if iust occasion Affoord thy liues sincere oblation O Christian rather then thou slide From Iesus Christ who from his side His royall precious blood made fall To saue the faithfull great or small Who doe beleeue in him through grace Sent by his Sprit for to deface Satan sinne shame the world death hell That such with him may alwayes dwell Forsake thy father and thy mother Forsake thy sister and thy brother Forsake thy children health wealth wife Thy credite and thy mortall life Or whatsoever's to thee deere Loe he shall recompence thee heere And hence give million millions more Which he in heav'n hath layd in store For thee true Christian and for thine An Oceant of true ioyes propine Surpassing thought of mortall man For let man thinke all that he can And speeke and write it to define Man in this life can not attaine Vnto the thousand millions part Which he shall haue in soule and heart When the Arch-Angell shall with sound Of Trumpet raise the dead from ground And Christ with his eternall sentence Shall doome pronounce when as repentance Shall after that no time receaue Though damn'd could giue what Christ did craue Then after that there 's be no time For time shall then run out of time As doth that Angell testifie To Iohn whom Iohn in traunce did see Which sware by him who life vs giveth For ever and for ever liveth Who Heav'n earth sea and all therein Created Who subdued sinne Through Iesus Christ and his great store Of grace That time shall be no more Come all true Christians now whiles time Doth pardon to your sinnes proclaime Returne againe to Christ our Lord And from his will no more debord Come come and ioyfully resound The praise of Christ who doth abound In loue in mercie peace and grace And shall make vs to see his face In ioy and glory who contend ' Gainst sinne and Satan till hee end This mortall life and to vs giue For evermore with him to liue Michael the Dragon cast from Heav'n And Babels whoore shall al 's bee driven And dashed strongly downe to dust The Antichrist whom God hath curst O she is fallen in Gods sight And daily falling through his might The glorie of her pompe and pride Must yeeld to Christ and to his Bride Gods Israel O Christians true Come shoute for ioy and still renue A battery to proud Babels wall Till that presumptuous Harlot fall Would God mine eyes might see her dash'd And dung to dust who long hath fash'd The Bride of Christ O Lord of might Grant we may shortly see that sight O mightie Lord delay not long Behold thy little ones in throng And front of battell fighting still Attending thy command and will How long how long remember Lord Thy Saints with whom we doe accord Vnder thy throne who call and cry How long how long doest thou delay For to avenge vs of our wrongs But thou Lord know'st what best belongs Vnto thy glorie which fulfill According to thine holy will Rev. 1.10.11 Rev. 10.5.6

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 ● 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 perso●●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