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A96784	Vaticinium votivum or, Palæmon's prophetick prayer. Lately presented privately to His now Majestie in a Latin poëm; and here published in English. To which is annexed a paraphrase on Paulus Grebnerus's prophecie. With several elegies on Charls the First. The Lord Capel. The Lord Francis Villiers.	Grebner, Paul.; Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1649 (1649)	Wing W3206; Thomason E1217_2; ESTC R204106	24,839	96

officious Waves review Thy Native Shore New string thy nervless Subjects and impart Fivers and Arteries to the Peoples heart Resolv'd to hazard all and to make good Thy Roial Title sealed in their Blood 10. And now I grow Prophetick 'bove all Fiction And breathe Divinitie in my wish't prediction Black Clouds dissolv and gloomie Horror go's Back to that cursed Chaö s whence shee rose Not daring to creep nearer or incroach When CHARLS shall in bright Majestie approach As when great Titan Charioter to the daie Rideth his Circuit in his rich Arraie The conscious Night retire's and to bewail Her Guilt the more put's on a Mourning Vail Or look as when Sol's melting Beams pearch't high To their Meridian how the poor Herds flie Head-long in Droves as though they were affraid Of those pale shadows which their flight hath made So may those Gobling Ghosts those Beasts of Prey Sneak to their sootie Hen-roosts and with-draw At Thy dread-looks so may those Serpents hiss Back countermanded to their first Abyss Let them Repent that Daie and Text it in Their fatal Rubrick when they first did sin Against their SOVEREIGN daring to Conspire And Spawn black Treason 'gainst Thy Sacred Sire Let them Repent when Vengeance and Heaven too Shall paie their Score and give them what 's their Due 11. Thus did that good Anchises son of old By th' Authentick Sybils Oracle grow bold To rescue his blest Father and thence made A strange adventure through the Elizian shade Such was His private Pietie but Thy Zeal Involv's three Kingdoms and their Publick-weal Each Act is Sacred and each aim of Thine Center 's in Heaven and thence grow's Divine 12. O thou great-wonder-working GOD above By whom the machine of th' whole Earth doth move Who rul'st both Sword and Scepter with a Rod And still'st the mutinous world with thy sole nod Inspire inspire great CHARLS and gently shed Showers of Scepters on our Sovereign's Head That Justice may return t' arraign those known Loos Outlaries Thine enemies and their own That wee may injoie old Saturn's daies of old To re-convert our Iron into Gold With these throng'd Blessings was Thy Father Crown'd Thrice seven long Summers leaving a Renown'd And Princelie Progenie which shall secure This Throne as long as Sun or Stars indure But may thy Scepter and thy Regal Power Brook no Corrival nor Competitor Whiles Princes made thy Tenants hold the Leas Both of their lives and fortunes to the Peace Of glorious Britain and preserv'd thus own Their selvs and safeties to Thy Roial Throne 13. In this sad plight Palemon did implore Th' Eternal Powers and fain would have said more But did referr the sequel of his Praier To Heaven's great Mercie and th' Almightie's Care Besides Sol had unsadled for their eas His Steeds and drench't his Chariot in the Seas The Fleet was out of sight too and t' was best For poor Palemon to conceal the rest 14. Yet since wing'd Vollies of his wishes may Wait on great CHARLS as Convoies to His waie Hee send's them wrapt in Sighs as griev'd to shew How little hee could paie how much must ow But whiles hee breathe's hee 'l deprecate those dire Accursed Band-dogs that have fann'd this fire Of Civil Discords letting loos th' unjust Reins to licentious Murther and black Lust Who welt'ring in their gore have swam to th' chin In Bloodie Riot and Seditious Sin And here they have rais'd their Crimes by the exile Of Thy blest Presence from this Brittish Isle Which last Act when their Fate grow's mellow shall Add to their Weight and Crush them in the fall 15. Go then great Champion go make good the storie That cite's Alcides O may Thy first glorie Bee vow'd to Mars whiles miscreants are thence made The Maiden-handsils of thy fatal Blade And though 't is pittie such base Blood should stain A Roial Fauchion and but little gain To kill such Hedg-hogs Let not this Plea sue Their Pardons nor debar them of their due Since the griev'd Realm doth groan and groan agen Big with those Monsters in the shape of men Whose violent pangs and long Convulsion-fits Have half bereft and robb'd her of her wits Bee Thou then her Lucina bee and close Her womb expanded through her teeming-throws And as they Brood still quell and dissipate The abortive Hydra's of an Headless State May Men and Angels further Thy intent In this great Work and wait upon th' event Since now the Season and the appointed Times Are near to powr down vengeance on their Crimes And th' hour 's at hand if Souldiers may divine To seek their Ruines that have thus sought THINE FINIS An Advertisement to the READER in reference to the annexed Prophecie READER THis Prophecie received from an honorable Person coming so opportunely to my hand I thought it but dutie to transfer it to the Publick view not daring to commit so great a sin in the secret concealment of a business of so general a concernment Touching the Author Paulus Grebnerus hee was a great Astronomer and a man of surpassing Pietie and known Integritie whose Erudition likewise and excellent Endowments have received a publick Character from this and other Kingdoms His Prophecie here need no Panegyrick and a farther amplification by waie of Apologie would prove impertinent where so manie thousands have been so throughly prepossest in the truth of his Predictions In a word Scismaticks that speak evil of Dignities and despise Prophesies may perchance persist still obstinate I am sure all ROYALISTS will rest here well satisfied For my part I shall therefore praie for the Conversion of the first and Confirmation of the last wishing the one more Faith and the other better Fortune Farewel The PROPHECIE of Paulus Grebnerus concerning these Times PAulus Grebnerus was here in England with Queen Elizabeth Anno 1582. and presented Her with a fair Manuscript in Latine describing therein the future historie of Europe here and there limming in Water-colors som principal Passages Dr. Nevil Clerk of the Closet beeing in favor with the Queen obteined this Book of Her and bestowed it on the Librarie of Trinitie Colledg in Cambridg where it hath been published to the view of all persons till about five or six years ago by much perusing and ill handling it was much slurred and defaced In his Predictions Hee describeth the Troubles of Russia and the Election of a Swedish King SIGISMUND by name to bee King of Polonia by which Hee shall irrecoverably lose his own Inheritance That of the Swedish Race there should bee one GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by name that should take heart from the Distractions of Germanie to invade the Empire with a small Armie fight manie Battles prosperously but should at last perish in a pitcht-Field That about that time should Reign Rex Septentrionalis nomine CAROLUS qui ducet Vxorem Mariam Papipisticam ex quo evadet Regum infelicissimus Tunc Populus ipsius Ditionis eliget sihi alium Imperatorem Comitem

qui durabit in Imperio tres annos aut circiter At postea idem Populus eliget alium Imperatorem Equitem non ejusdem Familiae nec Dignitatis cui detrudet omnia sub pedibus suis durabit aliquantò longiore tempore post hunc eliget nullum Post hunc apparebit quidam CAROLUS è CAROLO descendens cum immensâ Classe in Litore Ditionis Patris sui cum Auxiliariis Danicis Suedicis Hollandicis Francicis prosrernet Adversarios Suos administrabit Imperium perfelicissimè longè latéque dominabitur erit CAROLO Magno major Englished thus About that time a Northern King shall Reign CHARLS by Name who shall take to Wife MARIE of the Popish Religion vvhereupon Hee shall bee a most unfortunate Prince Then the People of His Dominion shall chuse to themselvs another Commander or Governor viz. an Earl whose Government shall last three years or there about And afterwards the same People shall chuse another Commander or or Governor viz. a Knight not of the same Familie nor Dignitie who shall trample all things under his feet Hee shall endure somwhat longer time and after him they shall chuse none at all After him shall appear one CHARLS descending from CHARLS with a mightie Navie on the Shore of His Father's Kingdom and with Aid from Denmark Swedeland Holland France shall overthrow His Adversaries and shall govern His Kingdom wonderful happily and shall bear Rule far and near and shall bee greater then CHARLS the Great A short Paraphrase on the fore-going PROPHECIE HOw well could Grebner in those Blinde Times see And in these Seeing-Times how blinde are wee Our new-Found-Lights are lost those squint-ei'd-Elvs And purblinde Seekers may now seek themselvs Who have thus err'd imagining Prediction Of Sacred Prophesie but som feigned Fiction But wee blest Grebner who have still admir'd And look't upon thee as som Soul inspir'd Will hold thy Saws no longer in suspens Wch now w' have reach't with th' Opticks of our Sens Since what was once Apocalyps is known The unridled Truth of Revelation Those two grand Champions that trode on the Neck Of Nations and had Kingdom 's at Their Beck Are both exstinct and Fame can onely give A bare relation that They once did live But Thou renowned CHARLS whose matchless Fate Design'd Thee a Victim to the People's Hate Maugre the malice of Thy Foes wert hurl'd With Haleluiahs from the wondring vvorld A Conqueror o're Thy doom from vvhence vvee may Infer Thou onely liv'dst vvee di'd that daie And now look back look back and have recours From whence these streams of Mischief had their sours Whiles those promiscuous Hodg-podg-Powers oppose Like high-swoln Floods that River whence they rose The Eagle thus dislodg'd a Wren-like race Of dunghil-Dors soon pierch't-up in His Place And Lapwing-Libertie e're fleg'd take's flight First hath her Champion-Earl the next a Knight Whose heavie Pressure hath so imp't her wings Shee hath lost by Consuls what shee got by KINGS And now but life's in Prophecie wee might Die and despair to see Thy Second Light Great CHARLS who like the Bridegroom of the daie Shalt gil'd sad Britain with Thy glorious Raie Whiles all those shower-shot Mushroms and those new Created Brats melt like the morning dew And all those Ignes fatui shrink and run Like Exhalations at the rising Sun This is the Wish great KING and pious Care Of those who piece-forth Prophecie with their Praier O may blest Grebner bee added to the Small Prophets and prove each line Canonical Whiles what in th' old Queen's Reign hee did divine May bee fulfill'd and ratifi'd in Thine O mai'st Thou Reign in Thy known Realms who art Inthron'd alreadie in Thy People's heart O mai'st Thou Rule and spread Thy Fame through th' whole Earth from the Artick to t' Antartick Pole Till the just world with Grebner shall maintein Thee a mightier Monarch then brave Charlemain FINIS Aeternae Memoriae ET SANCTIS MANIBUS CAROLI I. Nuper MAGNAE BRITANNIAE REGIS Pientissimi Nunc verò Angliae Proto-Martyris-Regii Gloriosissimi SACRUM In iniquitatibus illorum Gloriam Tuam perfecisti Typis excusum Anno CAROLI Martyris primo 1649. Aeternae Memoriae CAROLI I. c. NE jam Roma tuis Catilinae crimina chartis Devoveas jactésve tuos ô Brute triumphos Major enim quàm quum vidisti haec Monstra Britanne Disque exosa magis tractatur Scena Theatro Non Patriae furtim ferales subdere taedas Conjurata manus tentat non Publica caecis Nunc petitur Res consiliis non dira recessus Infandum molita nefas jam quaerit Erynnis Sed testem te Phoebe vocat quem caena Thyestae Crimine velavit quondam polluta minori CAESAR enim periit justè quum Roma Tyrannos Extimuit veróque nefas culpante Senatu Plaudente hîc Illegitimo REX CAESARE MAJOR Fata subit laetus Themidis faedátque secures Dum non visa priùs Populis spectacula praebet Turba ferox Regis Sacram scelerata prophanat Cervicem Proprii sub limina Sancta Palati REGIS quo Melior nunquam vel Justior alter Lubrica vesanis admovit fraena Britannis * Hîc ubi vicinis quondam responsa Legatis Ipse dabat toto spargens Oracula Mundo Insignis Triplici Diademate saeva securim Dextra parat verùm immoto jamjam ultima vultu Fata videt Mortémque Hostésque in Morte triumphans Calcat intrepidus minitantem despicit Ensem Non minus Augusto spectandus lumine Coeli Mox ut abiturus sacras sublimis ad Arces Quàm Populo quum jura dabat Sic CAROLUS astra Divorúmque domos petit * sibi cognita Regna Indomitóque Tuas animo Themis Anglica Leges Asserit propriae tua praefet jura saluti Sed cadet hoc fulmen nec totum terreat Orbem Legibus ô MARTYR Populóque ô victima nostris Non benè caesa malis mundóque ignota priori * Ovos venturi lugete haec damna Nepotes Quanta etenim tantos placabunt funera manes Caussa Dei Caussa haec Regum est quà lumina condit Quáque oritur Phoebus tangent Tua Fata Monarchas CAROLE dum Coelo volvetur Lucidus axis At conjuratae tandem Tibi sanguine dextrae Litabunt proprióque cadent Tibi victima ferro Dúmque Tuo è cinere ut Phoenix renovabitur alter Proxima quem Sceptri faciunt Tibi jura secundum CAROLUS atque Tuos vindex exsurget in hostes Tota secundabit Terrarum Machina votis Justa ejus conata Suis intérque Nepotes Heroüm in numero potiorem sera locabit Posteritas Tecúmque olim post fata beabit Suprema hunc Coelique domus Divúmque Corona Amen ô Deus O vindex scelerum Regúmque custos To the Sacred Memorie of that late High and Mightie Monarch CHARLS the FIRST Hee who fell Jan. 30. 1648. the Princelie Proto-Martyr of Great BRITAIN

my Arteries Hee di'd by th' barbarous hands of such a Frie As fed on Furies and have dreined Drie The Lerna of all Murthers to new-stock Mankinde with spreading Crimes such as may mock Preceding Treasons and the world supplie With a strange Mould to cast all Future by All former Acts were fictions unto this Raviliacks too is a Parenthesis A Murther so transcendent Annals shall Henceforth grow faithless and Apochryphal But Thou blest Martyr who hast here laid down And chang'd a Temporal for a Glorious Crown Hast finish't Thy great Work and by th' event Attain'd more then they promis'd but ne'r meant Rest ROYAL SIR rest in Your Sacred Hers While wee embalm Your Memorie with our Vers And trickling Tears which shall like Pearls refine Your Urn and serv for Diamonds to your Shrine You need no other Monument who have No less then three whole Kingdoms for Your Grave Whiles from the melting Marble of their Eies Is Crystalliz'd this Epitaph Here lie's Honor's rich Fountain the True Faith's Defender Religion and the Law's Prop and Extender The purest quintessence of Christian Zeal Best Father both of Church and Common-weal Virtues rare Patern Wedlocks chastest Mirror Rebellions and bold Treasons Scorn and Terror The spotless Sacrifice for the wilde flood Of 's People's loud sins CHARLS the Great the Good CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI REGIS c. tricesimo die Januarii secunda hora Pomeridiana Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII Ter Deno IanI Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptróqVe SeCVre CHARLS ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His Name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Loss Thrice cursed and forlorn Bee that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLS our Dread Sovereign hold lest Out-law'd Sens Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispens With those Celestial Powers and distrust Heaven can Behold such Treason and prove Just CHARLS our Dread Sovereign's murther'd Tremble and View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land Court Citie Countrie nay three Kingdoms run To their last Stage and Set with Him their Sun CHARLS our Dread Sovereign's Murther'd at His Gate Fell Fiends dire Hydra's of a Stiff-neck't-State Strange Bodie-Politick whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their Head CHARLS 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 Trump shall Eccho all The Rest in dreadful Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom ne're Pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The Blow struck Britain blinde each well-set Limb By Dislocation was lop't off in Him And if Shee yet live's Shee live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion put's on Black Sad Loialtie Blushe's and Mourn's to see bright Majestie Butcher'd by such Assassinates nay both 'gainst God 'gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewel sad Isle Farewel Thy fatal Glorie Is Summ'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Storie FINIS OBSEQUIES ON That unexemplar Champion of Chivalrie and Pattern of true Prowess ARTHUR Lord CAPEL T' Is fals Astronomie Nor are wee yet In utter darkness though the Sun bee set Since Thy star-beaming-influence prove's all Those Rules Excentrick and Apocryphal Thou 'rt hight'ned by Thy Fall and dost now shine With doubled lustre since Thy last Decline Bright mirror of our Sphere who art no less Then Valor 's wonder Virtue's Master-piece Filling whole Volums with Thy Fame to tell The World Thy Worth was her own Chronicle To tell the World those Praises in the Wars Thou 'st purchas'd might bee numbred with the Stars And had Thy well-proportion'd-Daies been Spun Out by Thy Deeds Thou had'st out-liv'd the Sun Forcing the World's great Luminarie t' have His Chaös climacterick with Thy Grave Thus Thy renowned Meeds like Incens hurl'd On flaming Altars have Perfum'd the World With such rich Odors that scarce Envie knew Whether Thou wer 't to King or Realm most true Let State-Chronographers admire and plead Those Rites they ow to Honor when they read Thy rare Atchievements studying to refine The truth of Modern Historie by Thine Carthage bee dumb our Colchester stand's now Corrival with thee and dare's more then Thou And all those Punick Wars thy Walls could boast Have o're and o're been travers'd on her Coast Rome's three Horatii are pos'd our Isle Hath bred a Capel Lucas and a Lisle Whose matchless deed 's have Dub'd them with that late And glorious title of Triumvirate Whiles their transcendent merit strut's and strive's To stand on tip-toe in Superlatives And still there 's somthing more for what was mixt Promiscuously in these in Thee was fixt In Thee that Pythagorean Maxime's true And what was stale Philosophie prove's new Divinitie since th' Souls of all those Nine Renowned Ones Transmigrated in Thine But why do wee Adore Thee made immens And far sublim'd above our Sphere of Sens Scorning bright Obelisques of Brass or Stone Should rais Thy Monument who art Thine own Yet should'st Thou exspect a Shrine on Earth wee must Make Colchester th' Exchequer of Thy Dust Nor is it more then reason since 't were pitie To give Thee a less Church-yard then that Citie T' Interr Thee in her Breaches and o're-turn Her stately Bulwarks to support Thine Urn Whil'st the throng'd streets would justle to make room And spread their Towrs as Trophies o're Thy Tomb But this grand Task I recommend to those Who can limm Fancies in more lively Prose Whose Rhetorick may richly guild this Pile And rais Invention to a loftie stile Such as may Conjure Horror and oblige Faith-founder'd-Zelots to confess that Siege That fatal Siege whose Trenches were or'e-spread With mangled trunks and bodies of the Dead Till the discolour'd Earth thus di'd in Grain Blush't to behold such Shambles of the Slain And the pale Furies stood like heartless Elvs Trembling to see Men do more then Themselvs The Center-shaking-Brass grew hot and spoke In Flames of Lightning and in Clouds of Smoke And Charon fainted Ferrying Souls to Hell When Hecatombs of the Besiegers fell Amidst these Tragick Triumphs did'st Thou rear Thy brave Top-gallant 'bove the reach of Fear Undauntedly exposing Thy bold Head To shocks of Thunder and thick showrs of Lead Those Bullets were then Tame and wee may tax The partial Sword that spar'd Thee for the Ax. The Field th' Asylum of great Spirits clean Is changed here the Citie is the Scene The Cannon shew'd fair-plaie But Thou wer 't pack't Away not by an Ordnance but an Act. The Scaffold turn'd a Stage Where 't is confest The last Act though most Bloodie prov'd Thy Best It prov'd Thy solemn Coronation since The Yard 's Thy Palace and a Glorious Prince Thy President Who after Him art hurl'd To meet Thy Sovereign in another World Transferr'd from Earth to Heaven to remain A fixed Star and wait on CHARLS his WAIN OBSEQUIES Offered up