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Flosculum poeticum poems divine and humane : panegyrical, satyrical, ironical / by P. K.
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Ker, Patrick, fl. 1691.
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is Power and who may say unto him what dost thou Chap. 10. Vers 20. Curse not the King no not in thy Thought c. Job 34.18 Is it fit to say to a King thou art Wicked and to Princes ye are Vngodly BEtray'd by Tumults to a Bloody War And now Arreign'd at black Rebellion's Bar Where Lawless Law-pretending Traytors plead Religiously both for my Crown and Head Yet they to me the Priviledge deny To speak one Word my self to justify Is England's King become a home-born Slave Both Life and Liberty to Beg and Crave From those Blood-sucking Rebels who proceeds From open Traytors unto Regicides Is this the fate of Kings what then must be The just revenge of those who murther me If Reason Law Religion this allow To me their King what dare injustice do To these few Loyal Subjects who have stood With me in Tumults to the Knees in Blood Unhappy Nation thrice that dost not know This Visitation day and dismal blow Yet in my rigid Fate I 'll Kiss the Rod Submitting all in Patience to my God Without who 's Providence there is not found A Lark or Sparrow falling to the ground Then since all beings bow at thy Command Take Head and Heart and Crown into thine Hand Since thou my Friends removed hast from me My Counsellor Lord and my Safe-guard be If thou thy Power and Presence me bequeath I shall be more than Conqueror in death Though Faith be flown and Truth hath taken wings Let me prove Faithful to the KING of KINGS A Reflection on the Arreigument OF King Charles the First HEre lyes Treason in a Trap Rebellion did commit a rape On Loyalty and Traytours bring The Brat of Treason to the King To Father the Hop-gobling Elf Of Treachery against Himself Then Sophister you plainly lie Quae malum cannot appeti But it is true as it is said A Crown is of a Cob-web made In memoriam Caroli primi docollati Regis Magnae Brittanniae Franciae et Hiberniae c. CAROLUS REX anagramma Cras cro Lux. Ut CeCIDIt CaroLUs CasU praeCIsUs atroCI Cras LUX In CoeL ois ClarIor InqUIt ero Englished thus When Charles did fall And brake us all Struck through with fatal Sorrow He said I see That I shall be A Star in Heaven to morrow An Elegy On the Murther and Martyrdome of CHARLES the First King of Great Brittain c. 'T Is said late times and Ages could but bring Two names of good Kings graven in a Ring-three But CHARLES the Great and Good augments them And leaves the World a new TRIUMVIRI A Black Swan sure a KING that did excel All Learned Subjects under him did dwell In his Dominions what could be the cause ' Gainst Wisdom Knowledge Reason Natur 's Laws Great Brittain slew it self and Murthered It's greatest Honour and cut off it's Head Religion kill'd the CHURCH and LAW did fall And LOYALTY did tax the Crown for all Great Brittain's Blush rigidity of Fate Revenge without the meanest cause of hate A Pious King and Master of such Reason And Murthered Martyr guilty of High Treason ' Gainst whom I cannot tell in Love or Hate Nor no Man else but say it was his Fate What Contradictions and Enigmaes lye Within the Riddle of this Cruelty But by past Ages tell me if ye saw KINGS clear'd by Justice and condemn'd by Law What Law Rebellion only that dare bring Objections in against a Lawful KING But ther 's no need in such Self-murdering Treason To knock down Comradictions by sound Reason On the same HEre lyes Ashes pure and just More pretious than the Guiny-dust Our CHARLES that was both Good and Great Whom Envy murder'd in despite Cause his Perfections did appeal The World to show his Parallel The cruel Draco ne'r did bring A Law to Murther any KING But here s a Madness made of Must Which Rebels only own as Just In Brittain Great he once did Reign Both King and States-Man and Divine But here his great Crime only stood He was o'rballenc'd with too good But dying Martyr now we see Non ultra in Humanitie Then Traytour tell me if you can Though two parts Pruit and third part Man Was ever such a passage seen Since Pilate pester'd Palesteen On the same COuld Ashes speak or Dust prove Eloquent Dead Bones would cry and Martyrs wou'd lament This dismal Darkness which did blind our Eyes Which Law conceals and History denies This doleful Tragedy may let us see That God's Perntissive sometimes in decree That Men may know that he can bring to pass Wisely his work from Satan's Wickedness E'en so he from this Super-Treason brings True Loyalty to all succeeding Kings This Bloody Brutish blow may well detect What Treason is and break Rebellion's Neck For though 't is mask'd up in a smiling dress This turns it up and showes it's Nakedness A Babel's Brat Engraven with disgrace A Regicide with a Religious face Here 's REPUGNANTIA real or at least Hirco-Cervus or such another beast A show of Law which such sine tricks contains Can cut off Kings and break the hearts of Queens Great Brittain's MONARCH speechless here doth lye But cryes aloud the Nation 's Treachery His very Name foretold his future state By Anagram Cras ero Lux by Fare Which Divine Providence to him foretold The day before he Suffer'd to uphold Him in his Death though some ambitious Men Usurp the Glory to their pedling Pen. His Kingdom was his Cross which now doth burn And melts all Loyal hearts to Sigh and Mourn He famous was in Life and Death yet I Could wish his Life to live his Death to die CHARLES STUART Anagram THUS A CLEAR STAR did only set not die Parenthisiz'd not ended Monarchy King CHARLES the Second in the Oak PRetending Salus Populi To be Suprema LEX Here CAROLUS was forc'd to fly When Murdered was REX Arbor honoretur Cujus nos Umbra tuetur Heb. 5.8 Although he was the Son yet did he learn Patience by Suffering BEhold and See Upon this Tree The tastless Fruit of Treason Whereby we know That here below Is little Truth or Reason There 's nothing sure That doth endure By Fate or Chance choose either Here sits upon This Wooden Throne Both KING and PRINCE yet neither Loe every Bough That here doth grow Make hast they know not whether And envelop Upon his Top To Crown him altogether Each Leaf I 'll name A Diadem O Cruel English Nation These trifles be More true than thee Loe here 's a Demonstration Then Brittain Great This Emblem write And grave it on thy Nature That henceforth thou May still prove true And never play the Traytour On the Return of CHARLES the Second King of Great Brittain France and Ireland c. Psal 126.1 When the Lord turned again the Captivity of Zion we were like them that Dream WHen I cast up our by past Miscries And set our Floods of Blood before mine eyes And then behold our
race renoun'd Hath been with Glory's greatness crown'd And in this one thing equals yours In being chosen Emperours And what is more our ANN by name Did wear your Royal Diadem Yea all the Glory and Renown That hangs upon Great Brittain's Crown In some respect belongeth now To Deâ—mark and to Holland too Since c. When York and Lanchaster did bring Their Hoody War within a Ring To see it was a great delight The red Rose hugg and kiss the white The flaming Sword before that burn'd Unto a Setpter streight was turn'd Even so since Denmark and the States Of Holland be unite by Mates To England's Royal Race and sky Of unecclipsed Majesty Let no old rancour hence remain Twixt Brittain Saxon Scot or Dane Nor let no Controversie be Nor Bloody War by Land or Sea But saves your lives c. The Dutch Man hearing this grew bold And Swearing Sacrament he told On s heerlijk Hendrick Broeder Deen Brave grave van Nassow ook van Spain Prins van Oranje needs must be The tweede Ruler of the Sea He 's Hogan Mogan na Dane blester Daer he Getrouwt c. A Sturdy Scot then started up And Preach'd thus ore a rowzing Cup God bless them all by Land and Sea And her 's a Health to all the three Apage Satan OR A Poem on the Turk's defeat at Vienna HOld Passenger and gently jog I 'll tell thee news of Hamon-gog A Beast-like Man half Horse and Hogg Was ape to Alexander Who confidently did presume That he could conquer Christendome And overthrow the Pope of Rome And be the World's Commander Therefore he did together call His Janizaries great and small And he on Germany did fall And camp'd against Vienna But as his Mufty up did rear This new Seraglio in the Air The Christians panted forth a pray'r Did fright him like Gehenna There came an Army from the East Resolv'd the Riddle of the Beast Made Magog march and fly in hast And leave his Tools behind him But now as mad in great dispair He threatens Pope and Prince of Air Therefore let Christians all take care For chains of Balls to bind him His Holiness and Majesty Call'd Christian can not well deny To aid the German with supply That never will surrender Then Hogan Mogan Sweed and Dane Unite your Forces all with Spain Let Brittain's Menarch rule the main And prove true Faith's Dâ—fender He 's a Pedantick Pedlame Tom That fights a Neighbour King at home To pimp the Turk to Christendome To cause the fire run further He to Grand Seignior quotes an ace That Ottoman may turn the chase And root out every Royal race And Loyal Subjects Murther The wandering World see with their eyes Who 't is himself that deifies The Father and the Son denies And since the Beast is wounded Pray live in peace and love at home And fight the Foe of Christendome That he whose right it is may come And Babel be confounded Rejoyce in Triumph OR A Plaudite on the Ottoman's defeat at Vienna I 'm glad to hear the Cannon roaâ— Resounding from the German shoar Better news than heretofore That Babel's Beast is wounded Then Christians brave both all and some Charge with Horse and Kettle-Drum The Enemy of Christendome Till Turks be quite confounded The King of Poland in a phraze The great Grand Seignior did amaze And with a noise his siege did raise Couragious Solymanus If thou resolv'st to come again Thou must recruit both might and main Or else it will be all in vain To think that thou'lt trapan us Fis Christian Majesty of France Doth Booty play the German dance And he doth laugh at our mischance Himself he dare not venter But pimp the Beast to Babels Whore And he Bo-peep stand at the door Until the wanton Cannon roar Then Hector like he 'll enter But shite on Turk and great Mogul A Pox upon the Scarlet Trull And we the Poppie too dare pull If CHARLES but be Commander For though the neutral seem to be He can command both Land and Sea And overthrew the big-look'd three And trace brave Alexander Then let no rancour joyn'd with hate Make Ruptures in the Church or State But all submit to divine fate And keep within our border Let none old England then forsake Since Crownes and Kingdomes ly at stake A Forreign War to undertake Till CHARLES give further order The German tell that heretofore They Captive took one Bull and Boar The Minotaurus of a Whore That roar'd like any thunder Then P. P. could this be The Bugg-bear ramphant of the Sea Whose army was to fight with thee And force the World to wunder But Ottoman pray get thee gone The Christians doe but draw you on They 'l greater booty have or none And if you 'l not prevent it If e're you turn your Face this way We 'l make the Cannon Musick play And you must dance the York-shire hay Till all your Bauds lament it Then fill the Piss-pot to the Swine Heap me a rouzing Glass with Wine The dancing Thames shall pledge the Rhyne And Tyber shall be Preses Then here 's to CHARLES that rules the main To Poland Holland Swâ—ed and Dane To Germany and brave Lorrain But pray you Potus ne sis A Song Sung by the Greenwich-Green-coats to shew their thankfulness to their adopted Father and Entertainer The Right Honourable Sr. William Boreman Knight SOme doe conclude Ingratitude To be the chief of Evils And every Brat That is Ungrate Not like to Men but Devils Then why should I My Mite deny I 'll pay it ev'ry hour Man My voice I 'll raise My God to praise And bless Sir William Boreman He doth me feed And likewise breed In Fruitfull education Wherebâ— I know To undergoe A Christian vocation If speechless I Were like to dye And but to live an hour Man My leaping Heart Should play it's part And sigh Sir William Boreman A thing that 's bought Is good for nought And filthy Lucre meerly But he did bring An Offering Was good and gave it freely My God above I 'll fear and love Though I should dye a poor Man I 'll Honour bring Unto my King And bless Sir William Boreman All gifts decay And fade away But Divine love doth never T' is allwayes seen To Flourish Green And doth endure for ever My comely dress That 's Green like Grass Showes that it will endure then T' immortalize And cannonize The brave Sir William Boreman Then Green-coats all Both great and small I do you all adjure then Both Night and Day You ever pray God Bless Sir William Boreman His obsequies Shall be our cryes His funeral our Mourning Untill he Fly Above the sky From whence is no returning A PROLOGUE To a play entituled The Indian Empress A TRAGEDY acted by some young Ladyes at Green-wich THis is that famous place where once did dwell Our Vâ—â—gin Queen who did her sex excell Then we her tâ—ain may enter not intrude With in her