Great Britains JUBILE; OR A Rural Present; to his Royall Majesty, my Gracious, renowned, and Admired SOVERAIGN, Charles the IJd. OF Great Britain, France, and Ireland, King. Defender of the Faith, &c. In divers Panegyricks, and Poems, on several Objects, Persons, and Occasions: relating to his sacred Person, and Progress.

Si Deus nobiscum, quis contra nos,

Rom. 8.31.

By LANCELOT REYNOLDS, Gent.

LONDON: Printed by Roger Ʋaughan, for the Authour, 1662.

THE ROYAL OAK REVIVED: SOME Branches thereof Illustrated, AND SOVERAIGN MAJESTY PROTECTED.

THat Royal Oak that kept my Gracious King, Continue green, in Summer, Winter, Spring:

TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY Charles the II.
By the Grace of God King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, DEFENDER OF THE FAITH, &c.

Most Dread and Admired Soveraign;

THe whole world cannot parallel such a Miracle of Mercy, as the Lord hath vouchsafed in your gra­cious and miraculous Preservation, and Restorati­on, beyond many mens expectation of your Sacred Majesty, unto us your obedient Subiects, and to be invested in your dear and Royal Fathers Throne, without effusion of blood. For which unspeakable mercy and blessing, let us magnifie the grand mercy of our good God, for his mercy endureth for ever, and render our thankfulness from the ground [Page]and bottom of our hearts. As Artaxerxes the Persian King, did kindly accept of a handful of fair water from his poor Subject Sinates: And another great Monarch, of a handful of roots from his poor Subject: So my hope is, that your Royal Majesty will be pleased, graciously to accept this Paper-present, proceeding from the heart, hand, and pen, of your most Loyal Subject, who doth truly reverence and honour your Sacred Person. Part of these poor unpo­lisht lines were intended against your Majesties coming to the Right Honourable John Lord Poulet of Henton Saint George, within the County of Sommerset; and to the Honourable Colonel Francis Windham at Trent. I am truly sensible of mine inabilities to answer expectation, and therefore do humbly sue for your gracious pardon: I be­seech the ancient of days, to add many years unto your preci­ous life. The Lord make your Sacred Majesty a special choice instrument of his glory, that you may reign gloriously here, and have a Crown of Immortal Glory hereafter; for the obtaining whereof, your Majesty shall have the most fer­vent and hearty prayers of

Your Majesties most humble, loyal, and faithful Subject. Lancelot Reynolds.
The Royall, famous Oak, no [...] revived;
His Maiesties Court obs [...]ur'd for a [...]ime:
Some constant, faithful Courtiers, described;
Both now praised be God most bright do shine.
FOr to begin, with Wor'sters bloudy Fight
It would almost amaze the World to write:
Where they did kill and slay without measure;
And car'd not for their lives, but their Treasure.
The Fight was hot, and bloudy was that day:
It was indeed, a deadly mortall Fray.
Oh may we to our God most thankfull be
Who did preserve our King, our all in Thee.
'Tis beyound Mans thoughts, and admiration,
His Escape, and blest Preservation!
Of my Soveraignes Person and Deare Life,
Which comforts doth conveigh, to Man and Wife,
And Children likewise, doth thereof pertake,
Oh let us love him, for his own Names sake
He is our Soveraigne Lord that doth protect,
Friends, and En [...]mies, that do not him reject;
His Lawfull power, and his Command;
That doth Gods word obey, and firmly stand.
At Worster, at that great and cruel fight,
Our royal Sov'raign then was forc'd to flight:
He knew not where to go, to ride, or run,
To keep himself from being quite undone.
Our blessed Saviour did an Oak provide:
His sacred Person, for a time to hide:
Until Brave Lord Wilmot, did him remove:
Whereby he shew'd his Zeal, and faithful love.
Oh blessed Oak, that shel red my dear Lord:
Who alwayes trusted in Gods holy Word:
From sight of wicked, and ungodly men:
Not fit for Earth, but for a Lyons Den.
If that they meant my Sov'raign to destroy,
They would thereby, three Kingdomes much annoy.
When our gracious Lord was in distresse,
God did support him in his heavinesse.
To his dear Lord, then he did make his mone,
Who did him comfort, though he were alone.
Gods Angel guided him stil in his way;
In a most safe, and hollow tree to stay.
Oh, When, dear Lord, shall my weak eyes be blest,
To see that woman, gave my King sweet rest:
When his sad heart with sorrow did abound,
So rare escape, on Earth, can scarce be found.
The hollow woods, the Trees did comforts bring,
Unto our gracious, and admired King.
Did ever God for any King so work?
In time of horrid danger; for to lurk,
In so obscure, and solitary place;
Where Gods Vicegerent King, by Gods high grace;
When griefs, fear, horror, did his soul affright,
My royal Soveraign in the dark some night:
Where one blest man, by hap, did him attend;
And prov'd to be his true, and faithful friend.
God blesse him still, in body and in soul,
That he may ne're but for his sinnes condole.
The shady woods, and trees, comforts afford
Unto our soveraign King, and gracious Lord.
From woods and trees, a Lane God did provide:
A Lane adorn'd with vertue, and with grace;
O're whelm'd with joy, to see her Sov'raigns face:
To free him from his fears, and dangers deep;
Secure his person, and his life to keep,
In blessed safety, free from mortal harmes;
From bloudy men, clasp'd in his Saviours armes.
Th' Almighty did, his precious soul, protect;
And will alwayes, his faithful, blest elect.
1623.
When that royal P. Charles went into Spain
Resolving, then, a Princesse for to gaine:
For safety of his life, he chang'd his name:
And travel'd with great Duke of Buckingham.
There names they thought fit for to chang;
That they might see far Countreys strang:
Will, and Tom Smith, were then their names,
Which might seem strange unto King James,
That gracious, wise, and royal King,
Who to fa [...] Nations peace did bring,
Read Wilmot forward, backward, and then finde;
[...] and Tom ready, perfect in your minde.
W [...]n Subjects chang'd their love, king Charles his name;
Royal C [...]aries is after call'd William.
A name of Conquerour it did foretell;
A happy Omen, that he should do well:
To live to conquer, overcome at last;
Pardon Offences, forgive what is past.
To live to reign, to be a glorious King;
Much joy, and happinesse, to three kingdomes bring:
In a fourth also he hath a good share;
And likewise doth a Sovereign title bare;
My Sovereign conquer'd not by sword, but love;
God did his words and actions well approve.
On our gracious KING his feigned Name
When he rode disguiz'd with Mistrisse Lane.
William, Conquerour of this Nation;
Jesus, the worker of our salvation.
Last [...]l did labour to preserve our king;
Lane ventured life, him for to safety bring:
In Jesus Christ our Lord, puts all his trust;
Abounding in mercy, able for to save:
Majesty dejected, from untimely grave.
Wise men, and great, have changes in this life;
In youth, and age, avoid all mortal strife:
Lift up your heart unto your Creator;
Lose no time, of Heav'n to be Pertaker:
In time of life, think on that night of death;
All that are born, are surely born to dy;
Man lives below, may your soul mount on high.
Wealth, nor honour, can keep us from grim death,
Jewels, nor gold can much prolong our breath;
Lord, we must all drink of Deaths bitter cup,
Low brought by sin, yet Christ can raise us up,
In glory bright, above the starry sky,
Amidst the glorious Saints your foul w [...]l fly.
Mongst holy Martyrs to the Trinity.
Whiles I did live in heart of Oake,
I fear'd not death, nor yet his stroake.
Laid low by sad event of War,
Lifting my heart to God above,
In Jesus Christ my Saviours love,
Advanced by his King, his God;
Made to escape his Enemies [...]od.
While I did live in sorrow for my king;
It joy'd my heart, when brave Monck [...]d him bring
Lare, better then never, for him to raign:
Long live king Charles, in glory to remain,
In health, and happinesse, unto the end
And never [...]and in need of earthly friend;
Mongst Saints and Angels after this life spend.

On his Sacred Majesty CHARLES STUART, King of ENGLAND, &c.

Christ now hath brought you, to your fathers throne:
Heav'n hath his soul, to you we make our mone:
A [...]rs, and armes, with him are gon to grave;
Royalty remains yours, his Crown to have:
Lord, after this life, bring your soul to bliss;
Eternal Joy, and endless Happiness;
Saints robes put on, of Christ his righteousness.
Soaring aloft by Meditation,
Truth to maintain, and Reformation:
Up ready, to uphold Gods word,
A gracious King, and Soveraign Lord;
Right just, and good, in word, and deed;
Tyrants power, by your hand is freed.
Calamities are past, and gone;
Heav'ns pow'r hath fixt you on your Throne:
Arts now embrace, let Warrs depart,
Rejoyce in God, with all your heart:
Let Heav'ns King guide you, in your wayes,
Eternally, your good God to praise;
Sanctity, you will practice, all your dayes.
Sweet influence, dear Lord, doth flow from thee,
Truth, Peace, Love, heroick Clemency:
Unanimous Providence, Gods Decree;
Again to raise your sacred Majesty;
Raising You up, above your Family,
To do service, for your grand King, on high.
Cares, and great Troubles do attend a Crown:
Heav'ns King protect You, put your En'mies down:
A happy chang we have now liv'd to see,
Royal king Charles in perfect Majestie:
Let us lift up our hearts to God on high,
Ever to blesse, praise, and perform his will,
Serve our dread Sov'raign, be obedient still.
Sanity from your blest hand doth proceed;
The gentle touch of your fair hand doth breed;
Unto the sick Patient quick cure, and ease;
A happy Cordial for so sad Disease:
Royal Kings have such vertue in their touch;
The like, no other man, can do so much.
When our happy Parliament did ordain,
To fetch our blessed Soveraign home again;
And valiant Montague pointed to bring,
The Person of our royal gracious King,
The royal Fleet, committed to his hands,
To wait him home, who ruleth divers Lands:
Grief did then vanish, and soon passe away;
Then did begin our happy Halcion Day.

On that Mirrour of loyaltie, and admired Gentlewoman, Mistress Jane Lane.
His MAJESTIES most faithful, humble, and obedient Subject.

Jane, gracious your Name doth signifie,
A good Name doth the Owner dignifie.
Nature and rich Grace did contend in thee,
Ever to comfort royal Majestie.
Loyalty, and faithfull love thee did invite,
A gracious Lane a comfort for to be;
Nature and Grace did in you take delight,
Even to live, or dye, for's Majestie.
Jngenious Lane, you did your wits awake,
Add greatest vigour for your Sov'raigns sake;
No wit, nor p [...]licy you did omit,
Endeavours, of your own, proper, and fit.
Lanes numberlesse are, in Great Britains Land,
Amongst them all none did more firmly stand;
None in fair England, better could accord:
Enter a way to please her sacred Lord
Judicious Jane, thy wayes were firm, and good,
An honourer still of the Royal blood;
Nights may seem pleasant, for to tell of thee,
End, and begin, of's Blessed Majestie.
Led on by Angels, for to guide thy way,
Above most Names, may Lane bare the sway;
No Night approach, but be a Halcion Day,
E're for your carrying, your Dear Lord away.
Jn sorrow, and in joy, I'le bear my part,
And love my Sov'raign with my soul, and heart;
No worldly thing shall part my loyal love,
E're to maintain, and still to him approve.
Laud still that Name, that holy Name of God,
Abide in Vertue, shun his 'venging rod;
None, None but Christ, did that brave Martyr say;
Eternity crown you, on your last day.
Jnspire your heart, with knowledg, and with grace,
Attend at last to see thy Soveraigns face;
New shall your Name and actions then be found,
E're for to praise, and make his Praise resound.
Lament you did, for your good Lord and King;
Adventured your life, him safe to bring;
Nere to the sea his Person to convey,
Expecting him to rule another day.
Jane was that blessed name, gave me my life,
And being in the World, t'enjoy a Wife
Nature, and Grace caus'd her my life to save,
Ere comforted me, and kept me from grave.
Least in my infancy I should perish,
A Nurse did provide, me for to cherish;
Nature being weak, made choice of a Nurce,
Ev'n me to luckle, though to me the worse.
A blessed Jane did our dear Father feed;
In a sad time, when 'twas of greatest need;
The happy Father of my Native Land,
Who firm in his faith, did for ever stand:
As he was firm, and constant to the Lord,
And carefull to obey his sacred Word;
So did the Lord in his due time provide,
A faithfull, valiant Champion, him to guide;
And to conduct unto His Fathers throne;
Where all sad hearts are heard, who make their moan.
Our wise Solomon doth hear Cause just;
Do righteous things, before he turn to dust.
God grant him Nestors years, yea long to live
And many Godly Acts, and Lawes to give.
God make my Sov'raign happy in a Wife,
Vertuous, firtile, grand comfort to his life:
Give him a royal, and most faithful Queen,
As ever was in fair great Britain seen.
Master JOHN DANVERD, for your precious lines,
Valu'd in part equal to golden Mines:
I will in praise and honour of you write,
Which of our Soveraign did such things indite:
Thou dost recount his dangers that are past;
Of your royal Master, and King at last:
Which doth now give the Nation great content;
That d [...]d, in th'acting, make him to lament:
To see, at that time, his disastrous fate:
Brought low, by fatall war, his Princely [...]tate.
But God, in mercy, did at last him bring,
To be our Soveraign Lord, and Gracious King.
John, Gracious your name doth import,
On things divine thy thoughts resort;
Heav'ns glory thy soul mounts to see,
Night of Death past in joyes to be,
Dan, one of Jacobs blessed Sons;
An Angel will thy soul convey;
Nature subdu'd, Grace bears the sway.
Verd waxing green, in vertue bright,
Eternal Day, when past thy night.
Raise up thy soul above the sky,
Dauverds heart loves true Majestie.

Upon the happy and joyfull News of his sacred Majesty, King Charles the IId. his returning into England; And proclaiming of him, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland.

REturn, return brave Prince, from fertile France;
Fair England long hath lain in a sad trance.
From rich Holland our King will soon arrive:
Make joyfull hearts, and many will revive;
Passe o're the Sea, and come to Dover Town:
T'enjoy his Crown with Glory, and Renown.
Our Noble Phenix, he will come at last;
And put a period to our griefs, are past.
When he shall land, in faithfull, fruitfull Kent;
Many brave Nobles will be thither sent:
For to conduct our Royal, Gracious Prince;
His Enemies actions will them then convince.
Your just, and blessed Parliament will act,
What they think fit, about that horrid fact,
Of putting your Royal Father to death:
And taking from him, his most precious breath.
They did so soon sever's immortal Soul;
That most o'th kingdome did with greif condole:
Oh may sad, horrid Warre now passe away;
And when you come, appear a haleion day,
May mirth, and gladnesse, be in place of grief,
And yeild the most remotest soul relief.
Your Fathers spirit soar'd unto the skie;
His Meditations were profound, and high:
His active Genius it did soar aloft;
Who trusted in's Saviour, whose soul he bought.
Welcome Royal Charles, unto your Fathers Throne;
His Friends do live, though he be dead and gone.
They do revive, though in Vault he lies dead:
And will support you; What more can be sed:
With Life, and Fortunes, as long's they draw breath:
And will continue constant, till their death.
Christ will conduct you to your Fathers Court;
Where Great, and Small, will thither then resort.
Times various are, in turning of Mans state:
Most happy those, that are Regenerate.
After many sorrows, joy doth come at last;
And seems greater, when dangers are overpast.
The King will come, to joy sad hearts of Men:
That joy I cannot full expresse by pen.
When that, with Triumph, he shall be landed here;
Many brave, wise, Noble Men will appear;
And wait upon his Person, and it guard;
Our heavenly King give them their reward,
Our Royal Sun will shine in Albions Isle;
And make things clear, whom envy doth defile.
Obscure, and darken, with their envious breath:
Which nothing will work of, but time and death.
Whiles Britains Isle doth flourish, and wax green:
Your famous Actions, ever shall be seen;
Renown your Name, unto after Ages:
In well writ Books, admir'd and learn'd Pages:
Regain the Honour of our brave Nation;
And bring it into some better Fashion.
News is now come, king Charles proclaim'd shall be:
God give him happinesse, and prosperitie:
Long Life, and Peace, that He may safely raign;
And prove to be a second Charlema [...]gn.
May great Jehovah blesse your Majestie:
Your royal Person, and Posterity.
Pardon, great Prince; my failings, and accept:
A Mite instead of Pounds, for my great Debt.

The faithful CHAMPION, and admired SUBJECT.

On his Excellency General MONCK,
And those brave Valiant, and Religious Men,
Who was a mean [...] to bring king CHARLES agen,
To rule and raign in fair Great BRITAINS Isle:
Let us praise God, that he doth on us smile.
THe time is come, that joyes men for to see
A Supreme Power of high Soveraignity:
Our Famous English Nation strive to bring,
Faire, and rich Presents to their royal King.
Joy doth abound, and stir up their brave minde:
For to expresse their Love, and Nature kind.
They do bethink the time of his absence:
And post unto him, with golden Presents;
There's nothing that they have they think too dear;
The worthy Gentleman, and noble Peer;
The Sun doth shine, and yeild a pleasant light:
This new great chang, doth give mens hearts delight.
Behold how God doth worke in his due time;
To blesse, and comfort the good True Divine;
Yea, and all other men, we hope beside;
That in his sacred truth doth firm abide.
It is the hand of God, hath this thing wrought:
It was his Son, our Soules most dearly bought.
Monck mounted high, to bring his Soveraign home;
That Power, was deriv'd, from God alone.
Gods Spirit mov'd him to do such a thing;
Well pleasing to Gods People, and the King.
It was not in the simple power of Man;
For to obtain, nor in their power to skan:
The Finger of the Lord did it direct,
And brought the same, at last, to good effect.
No Gold, or Silver, could the same obtain:
So rare, so Rich, and unexspected gain.
A King, to rule a Religious Nation;
In Godly order, is a stately Fashion.
Those happy Men that studied this Great work,
God still preserve from Pagan, and from Turk:
I mean, from all sorts of vile, wicked Men:
Too long for to recount, with my weak Pen.
We want a Homer, to set forth thy Fame:
Your Noble Actions, and thy Mighty Name.
The high, and gracious Work, thou didst archive,
Will make thy Fame, even after death, to live.
No Julius Coesar, can his fame advance,
So high as thine, in England, or in France.
Stout Hannibal could not do such a Thing:
To bring from Forraign Parts, his Soveraign King:
In such a manner, and you sh [...]d no blood:
Perform an Act on, could not be withstood.
Rich Croesus could not purchase, with all his wealth,
So rare a cordial, for Englands perfect health:
Their Treasure was exhausted, and grown low:
In great Distresse, and knew not where to go.
Many people did want, and cry for bread:
And knew not, by their Labour, to be fed:
Most Trades were barren, and grown very poore:
And knew not how for to encrease their store.
These blessed Men have us'd a strain above:
That will, most justly, merit faithfull Love.
In all things then, let us humbly submit,
Unto his hand, that knowes what is most fit
Our Maker made us, and he knowes our mould:
Christ paid our ransome: we are bought and sold.
In brief, let us love God, honour our King:
Give them the praise, that did him safely bring,
From Forraign Parts, into our Native Land.
And, in true Faith, see that you firmly stand.
Let English Men, then due prayses render,
To God that hath restor'd their Faiths Defender.
Oh that I could immortalize thy Name:
And build a stately Structure to thy fame.
I would crect a stately Monument:
To continue, till time on Earth be spent:
In mind, it should exceed Romes Capitol:
For him that was so wise, Majesticall:
As high, and famous Capitol of Rome,
Which might continue, till the Day of Dome.
Or famous Colossus, that did Ships guide;
His Lamp did light them, not to sail aside
Or ancient, famous, Mausoles Tombe:
Beyond that sumptuous Capitol of Rome:
Or rare, brave Pyramids of Egypts Land;
Or what might be fram'd by a Mortal hand.
Could erect a Pile, of that great Store:
For to continue while time were no more.
All these, I wish, I could perform by pen;
Brave Monck, and his Friends still might live 'mongst Men
God will advance, continue your rare Name:
Let Angels sound the Trump of thy great Fame.
Soladine, after all his brave Conquests past,
Carryed but a Shirt unto his Grave at last.
God blesse the King,'s High Court of Parliament,
That they may love, and act with joynt consent.
When that your Gracious Soul away shall flie,
The Glorious Angels guide it to the skie.
When that your body shall be laid to sleep,
In Mother Earth, your dust, most safe, shall keep.
When Crowns and honours shall turn to an Urn,
May Glory, after Death, be your Return.

On that Worthy, Accomplished Gentleman, Mr. Thomas Mayhew.

TRanscendent Mayhew, for your royal Lines,
Writ with a quill, pluckt from an Angells wing;
Shall flour [...]sh and wax green, in future times:
For writing the welcome, of our dearest King.
Who is the Fountain of our Bliss, our All:
His Royal Person, high Emperiall.
Of brave Mayhews Writing let's take a veiw;
So rich, so rare, and of so fair a hew.
Mount up, rare Mayhew, get Promothean Fire:
To warm thy wings, and mount high by desire.
Thou dost bestir, thy golden, nimble Pen:
To exhilerate the sad hearts of men.
Thy hew is glorious, in the Moneth of May:
The Flowers, then are fair, fresh, look full gay:
Flowers then are sweet, pleasant, rare, and new.
Nones fairer have expressed, then Mayhew.
His dainty Fancy, and his golden Pen,
Doth eq [...]l, if not exceed, most of Men,
Thy Noble Spirit, it doth soar alost;
Christs precious blood, thy pure soul, dearly bought,
Thy Genius is sublime, and mounteth high:
Thy blessed Saviour will thee dignifie.
Thy Muse doth soar up high, and elevate:
Thy thoughts are profound, and do contemplate,
On things sacred, sumpt'ous, rare, and divine;
which shall continue, as long's Mortal time.
Maynew [...] is brave, sublime, and royal Pen,
Doth [...]eetly please, delight the hearts of Men.
His Th [...]am is high, and lofty is his Spirit;
Which, one Day will, the spacious Heaven inherit.
Long may you live, to write on divers things:
On high Jehovah, and the state of Kings.
High Matters, do well become, thy brave Pen:
To solace rich Saints, and the best of Men
Mayhew doth fill he minde, with wonders great:
In writing in such manner, brave, compleat.
The more thou dost extol, and praise my King:
The more I will thee praise, thy goodnesse sing.
My weak Pen cannot, expresse, thy rare worth:
A Homer, or Lucan, must it set forth,
In perfect Colours, and thy Noble hew:
Who can expresse, and write like brave Mayhew.
The very lustre, of thy famous Name,
Shall still preserve, thy rare, and Noble Fame.
Let Angels sound the Trump of thy high praise:
For to continue beyond length of Dayes.
Let Time be weary, for to measure times:
So long, or longer, dure thy Famous Lines.
Let Angels sing, the praises, of your Verse;
Which I, weak man, not able to Rehearse.
I wish and pray, that long, long, thou mayst live:
More Royal Verses, to my Soveraign give.

Upon the Sight of King Charles the II. his Picture, at the Honourable Colonel, Sr. JOHN DRAKE, Knight, and Baronet, his House at Trill, in Devon.

IF that the Shadow doth the minde content:
Much more the Substance, pure, excellent.
If that the Shadow, doth such Reverence move:
What will the Substance, with dear, faithfull Love!
If that the Shadow do but represent:
How doth the Substance give most sweet content!
Though's hair be black, yet his Soul's white within:
God keep his Body safe, his Soul from sin.
Christ our Saviour, and Immortal King,
CHARLES REX, to the highest honours bring.
May he be happy, 'bove all Kings on Earth:
Eternally happy after his death.
I want Apelles Pencil, for to limb:
And Homers famous Pen to paint out him.
His royal Head, the watch-Tower of the Sences
His sweet Clemency pardons great Offences.
His Eyes, though black, yet do most purely shine:
His Knowledge high, like a Rare Divine.
His Eye of Providence, did long foresee,
The Effects of Times, and how they would be.
His precious Eares, do ever love, to hear,
Gods sacred Word, which he doth hold most dear.
His Smelling, sweet things, doth revive his sences:
God, and our gracious King pardons offences:
Yet to a Lover, nothing smells more sweet;
Than M [...]striss brea [...]h, when lip [...] and hearts do meet.
His Taste is pure, sweet with Delectation;
By Faith he feeds on Christ, for his Salvation.
His Feeling's quick, and all his Sences good;
His greatest Treasure, is Christs precious blood.
His rubie Lips, though shadowes, I could kiss;
His Soul, and Body, God for ever bless:
His Lilly white hand, I have kiss'd before;
And hope hereafter, to kiss it once more.
His golden Crown, doth by his sweet side lie:
After this life, may his Soul mount on high;
Above the Sphears, and bright star spangled Skie:
To live with's Saviour Christ eternally.
I'le pray, that he may long, and happy raign:
And after death, in Heaven e're remain.

On's sacred MAJESTIES CORONATION: The blest Precursor of Reformation.

THis Day, my Gracious Soveraign crown'd shall be;
And will show forth his Royal Majestie.
God blesse that reverend hand, that crown's our King
Let us praise God, that he did safely bring
Him hither, for to sit, on's Fathers Throne;
It was the handy work of God alone.
Famous Albemarle was the Instrument,
Of our royal Comforts, and high Content;
Cncurring with the blessed Parliament.
God give him a happy, and a blessed Boon;
Comfort his blest Soul, Morning, Night, and Noon.
Rejoyce this Day, Great Britains KING is crown'd:
Long may he live, and ever be renown'd.
Oh let his Life, and Glory so transcend;
That Every Nation may become his Friend.
Defend Him Lord, who is Faiths Defender;
Strengthen Brethren, and confirm the Tender.
Protect him, Lord, who art the Worlds Protector.
From's Enemies, and every ill Projector,
Famous King Charles, let his Name ever Ring;
Royal, brave Anthems to his praises sing.
The Nobles, and the Gentry flock to see,
This famous, far renown'd Solemnitie.
Oh what a Royal, Stately, and brave sight:
To see the King, with's Nobles, shine most bright:
In Radicant manner, with that luster shine,
With Royal Glory, and with Lords Divine:
Royall attended with a Princely Train:
Not inferiour to brave, Great Charlemain.
To that Famous Abby Our Soveraign came:
Bravely attended with his Men of Fame.
The Noble Lords all came in their order,
In their Rich Robes, and most stately border:
Coller of Esses, their George, and brave things:
Fit, well becoming the high state of Kings.
The Bells did ring: Conduits run wine: all rejoyce:
Expressing it, both with hand, heart, and voice:
When he had heard a Sermon preached there:
He was conducted to an ancient Chair:
Where many Kings have been crown'd in this land
God still preserve tha [...] blessed, happy hand.
But first, his brave grand Champion claim'd the Crown
For our true Soveraign, of so great renown.
They did acknowledge him to be true Heir:
And did conduct him to that Royal Chair:
Being the next great Prince of Royal Blood:
Who will undoub [...]ed do this Nation good.
The Nobles then did performe their Duty:
And [...]omage to their Gracious Soveraign Lord.
They put their hands unto the Royal Crown.
And venture Life, and state for his Renown.
The Reverend Bishops preach to him Gods Word:
Which he most ready is for to obey.
God keep his Person safe, both Night and Day.
They present themselves at his Royall Feet.
His Sacred Person did them kindly greet.
And most lovingly did kiss their Right Cheek:
In gallant manner, and [...]n order meek.
A Ring's put on, as wedded to a Wife.
Great God of Heaven preserve him all his life.
Our King's anointed with most precious Oyl.
May he his Enemies overcome, and quail.
Then was the Crown put on his sacred head.
Let Angels guide him, till his soul be fled.
And afterwards convey his Soul to blisse;
To Glory, and Eternall happinesse.
Great Acclamations made, God save the King.
The Trumpets sounded, and with Ecchoes ring.
Let Bonfires blaze, and Bells out loud now ring:
To show our Love unto our Graciou [...] King.
The Great, and Glorious God assist my Pen;
To write of my Soveraign, the best of Men;
That Rules, and Raigns in Fair Great Britans Isle.
Let's praise the Lord, that he doth on us smile.
The King of Kings give Power for to write,
On him, in home he taketh great delight.
No Angel will forbid quills from his wing;
To write in praise, of my renowned Ring.
Some blessed, holy, precious Angel bright;
Give me a Quill from his rare Wing, to write;
What I do for my Dear Soveraigns sake.
My drow sie Muse, O Lord do thou awake.
My mind will be content, my heart at ease;
If some fow Lines may my Dear Soveraign please.
This royal Solemnity being past;
They did return in order, all at last.
It was a stately Sight, there for to see,
The Nobles passe in Rank, in their Degree.
But b'ing
115 miles
far distant, cannot now relate,
The manner how they rode, or walkt in state.
It was my happinesse, for to see
King Charles the first, crowned for to be.
In the same manner I do apprehend,
Thu was perform'd; and so do draw to'n end.
Wishing, praying, my Soveraign long may live
More worthy Lawes, unto his Subjects give.
Lord give my Soveraign, a Vertuous Queen,
As ever was in fair Great Britain seen.
Grant him a happy Issue, prosperous Raign;
Long here on Earth, with Saints for to remain.
After this Mortal Crown shall passe away,
Give an immortall Crown, ne're to decay.
In the highe [...]t heav'ns, where the Saints excell;
In that blest Place may his Soul ever dwell.

On His most Excellent MAJESTY, King Charles the Second, His exspected coming to the Honourable Colonel FRANCIS WINDHAM, his House at Trent.

WElcome Dear Soveraign, welcome to Trent.
May it yield your Highness, all sweet content;
Even to Admiration, Astonishment.
At difference of the times, You live to see,
How sad you were, now joyfull may you be.
Let all true Subjects yeild to God the praise;
That did prolong Your Life, with happy Dayes.
Behold the Place once you were in sorrow;
Some time, to rest your felf, you did borrow
Your sacred Majesty made choyce then to rest,
With one of your faithfull Subjects, lov'd you best
Mr. Francis Windham, of a happy Name;
May he e're live in honour, and in Fame;
His heart, and house, rea [...]y to entertain,
So Gracious a Guest, with him to remain.
A Guest above all others, did excell;
Who wisht, with you for ever for to dwell.
The times then were wilde, dangerous, and wood:
Windham adveutu'rd's Life, to do you good;
Francis, Free his Name doth signifie;
Receiving you, his Name did dignifie.
Behold the Place, that sheltred my Dear Lord:
(Who alwayes trusted in Gods holy Word)
Which his Faithfull Servant did him afford,
In time of need, and horrid Danger deep;
When many for your Person then did weep;
Your Grace kept waking, whiles that they did sleep.
Let's praise God, who did your Soul deliver,
From cruel Men, and bloody Oliver.
Your Gracious heart was sad when you pass'd by:
And saw an Object of Englands Tragedy:
Brave, Noble, Learned Digby's Famous Seat:
A Place of strength, and beauty, most compleat.
I should but Eclipse his great noble worth;
Weakly, and lame, t'expresse it, and set forth.
There is a Famous River, called Trent;
Where thirty Rivers are into it sent.
These several Rivers fall into her Flood:
And thirty sorts of Fish, to do men good.
More various are the Favours of my King:
Innumerable Comforts they do bring,
From the greatest Subject, unto the least:
Happy is he that hath so Rare a Guest.
No thing is wanting, that may set forth
Some part of Lustre, of the Owners worth.
A Windham brave, vert'ous, wise, did you cherish:
This Windham kept you, that you might not perish.
The King of heaven highly him reward;
That of my Soveraign had such due regard.
I ne're was in the House of this brave Wight;
And therefore know not fully how to write.
Pardon (dear Prince) my weaknesse, and accept
A Mite, instead of Pounds, for my great Debt.
During my Life, I will, Sir, dayly pray;
God preserve my Soveraign both Night and Day.
When Crowns and honours shall be laid in Dust,
May Your Soule live, in Happinesse, 'mongst the Just.
When Death shall put a Period to your Daies:
God crown your soule, with wreaths of heav'nly baies.

On his most excellent Majesty, King CHARLESH. his exp [...]ted coming to the Right honourable JOHN [...], his House, at Henton S. George.

WElcome dread Soveraign, welcome to this Place:
Unto a Noble Lord, who loves your Grace.
Your Royal Father here took great Delight:
Pleasing his S [...]nces, and his Eye most bright.
Nought is here wanting, that may give content:
Even to admiration, Ravishment:
For wholesome Dwelling, and sweet healthy Aire;
Few Places, in the County can compare:
A neat compacted House, in brave order;
Rich Pictures, Hangings, and stately Border;
Land skips, and Maps, for to delight the sence:
With many other things, of Excellence,
Rich Curtains, and sumptuous Tapestry:
Rare and soft Beds of Down, whereon to lye.
Walks, Water works, Gardens, Parks, Oh brave Seat!
Where's nothing wanting to make it compleat:
With other, sumptuous, stately, costly things;
Fit, well-becomeing the high state of Kings.
Nothing is wanting here, that may set forth,
Some part of lustre, of the Owners worth.
Wellcome Emperial Monarch, I do say;
Where You do come, you'l make a Halcyon Day.
Shine forth bright Sol, unto my Soveraign dear;
And show thy self, now that he doth appear,
Within this pleasant kind of Paradice.
God blesse your Councellors, that give advice.
Part of that Noble Order, that attend;
The dew of heaven, still on them descend;
And all the rest, that do my King follow;
Let time, and death, all your Enemies swallow;
Let glorious Planets all then now rejoyce:
And we your Subjects, for to hear your voice;
And see your sacred Person, at this time;
Extend your Vertues, 'bove a Grand Divine.
And eke, blest Physician, for to cure,
The Kings Evil, which many do endure.
Your Majesty is willing to do good:
What rare Ver ues flow from Kings Royal Blood!
Heavenly Motions do their mindes incline;
To move to heavenly Raptures, most sublime.
Before, or after your rich, stately cheer;
Your Majesty may hunt, the fat, brave Deer;
Walk in sweet Gardens, for to take delight;
View Objects rare, for to content your sight.
Recreate with bowling, or other sport,
To see your Person, many will resort.
Your Gracious Person doth Mens mindes content;
To see with joy Gods blessed Vicege [...]ent,
Mercury doth point before or behind:
To shew the various changes of the wind:
And on each side, he doth not then omit,
To point to the place, that's proper, and fit,
For to direct, where Boreas blasts do blow.
And to informe the Standers by, to know,
Nothing in this frail Life is firm and sure:
God grant us his Grace, for e're to endure.
This Place your Royal Court, is fit to feast;
So divine, rich, rare, sumptuous a Guest.
Shine forth, and show your Rayes of Majesty;
God blesse your Person, and Posterity;
That shall hereafter, I do hope succeed:
From royal, gracious, King Charles loyns proceed.
The Birds do now sweetly melodious sing:
To welcome hither our most gracious King.
Henton St. George is a mark of honour:
That brave Progenitors cast upon her.
St. George is a high, noble mark of Fame:
Kings, and Nobles will preserve that great Name.
The highest Order of our brave Nation:
Which other famous Kings keep in fashion,
The Heavens do smile, and the fields look gay:
For here is now kept high St. George's Day.
As much as tongue can speak, and pen expresse;
I'le wish, pray for, my Soveraigns happinesse.
I will expresse my love with heart and hand;
And be, for ever, at your blest command.
I will set forth my love with tongue, and pen;
God save my King; let all Men say Amen.
After your Progresses on Earth are past;
God give you heaven, to raign in at last.
There to be crowned an Eternal King;
For to praise God, and heavenly Anthems sing.

Accrosticks Upon the Royall, and most Illustrious DUKE, IAMES STVART, His Majesties only Brother.

JAMES, only Brother to our Gracious KING:
Abundant comforts, by your service bring.
Majectick Actions do your Name advance:
England of late was in a dismal Trance:
Sweet Blessings hath, by our Sov'raigns good chance.
Strength of Gods arme, his Power you defend:
The Life of Grace here live, unto the end.
Up at last blest Soul mount, to Heavens Glory:
A HOMER's Pen shall write your blessed Story.
Relig [...]on, Vertue, Valour, and true Fame:
These do, in part proclaim your Royall Name.
In time of Sorrow you did bare your part:
Again regain'd your Honour, by Desert.
Majestie doth smile on your grand Merit:
Ended this Life, Glory then inherit;
Sing praises to God, by his sacred Spirit.
Soar up aloft to heav'n, by Raptures high:
Truth still maintain, and its pure Dignity.
Up, above the Clouds your Soul soar's aloft:
Advancing towards Christ, your Soul he bought.
Renown your name, brave Duke, by your rare deeds:
'Tis from your Vertuous Actions it proceeds.
Iames, that learned, wise, and Religious King;
Admir'd amongst all Nations, peace did bring.
Magnificent Prince, that late rul'd this Land;
Eternal Blessings wrought by his fair hand;
Still let's admire him, for his grand Command.
Sir, you're a Royall Branch of that learn'd Sire;
Truth did maintain, with Zeal as hot as fire.
Unitie, Peace, and Love he did maintain;
Amongst his greatest Enemies peace did gain.
Rare, famous Duke, may you his Acts embrace;
Truths Friends cherish, Enemies deface.

On the most Illustrious, and Religious Elisabeth; DUTCHESSE of YORK.

Elizabeth, Blessed Peace of the Lord:
Loving ever to obey Gods pure Word.
In Life, and Death, God guide you by his Grace,
Zealous of his glory: you shall see his Face.
Angells at last convey your Soul to bless.
Bright radiant Glory, heavens happiness:
Even as Glasse doth run, and sand passe away;
The greatest Beauty, one day turns to clay.
Heav'ns happy Harbour will receive your Soul.
Satiate with Gods presence, ne're condole.
Ther's nothing that shall trouble you above:
Up raised 'bove the World, by perfect love.
A mind you have, to do those things are good:
Rich by your Faith, in Christ his precious blood.
There is no fear, where this is understood.
Dukes, Kings, and Princes; one Day all must die:
Unto their God ascend, and mount on high.
Treasure immortal the good shall enjoy:
Christ will tree them from this vain worlds annoy.
Heaven is the happy Place where Saints do dwell:
Each being content, not striving to Excell.
Sufficient Glory every Saint hath there;
Singing praises to their Saviour dear.
Of heavens glory each Saint hath his part;
Farr transcending the thoughts of humane heart.
Your blessed Saviour did your Soul Redeem;
Ordain'd you happy, and of high Esteem.
Raign rare Dutchesse, a Queen in that fair Land;
Kings are joyfull there to bear least command,
E're guided by the wile, Almighties hand.

On his Excellency George Monck, Duke of Albemarle.

Great Duke, God give you length of dayes on earth:
E're make you happy both in Life and death.
Our Gracious King you happ'ly dia restore:
Riches immortal may you have therefore.
God grant, hereafter you may see Gods face;
Enthron'd by Christ unto a heavenly Place.
Majestie doth on you most sweetly shine,
Oh, may Gods Providence you safely keep,
Noon, Day, and Night, whether you wake, or sleep.
Christ, and King Charles your Soul and Body love;
King, and Subject your faithfull Love approve.
George is the Name of fair brave Englands Saint:
England made happy, by your noble hand.
Our Gracious Soveraign will hear our complaint;
Religiously rule, and govern this Land.
Great God of Heaven and Earth you ever blesse;
Ev'n here on earth, with heav'nly happinesse.
Maj'stick Monck, Mirrour of this Nation:
Oh what brave order, and stately Fashion;
Now that our Gracious King doth rule and raign:
Christ grant him Nestor's years, here to remain.
Kings to exceed, yea great King Charlemain.
God gave you Life; and in his full due time,
Exalted you, unto a Place sublime;
Oh may Gods Blessing still on you descend:
Remaining to our King, a faithfull Friend.
God hath rewarded you, for your great pains;
Eternal Mansions be your blest Souls gains.
Geometry cannot measure your great worth;
Emanent Logicks Science not set forth;
Or Arithmat [...]cks usefull Art number.
Rhetorick cannot more divinely move;
Gracious Moncks heart, his Soveraign for to love;
Exceeding the kind, faithfull Tuttle Dove.
Musick, for sweetness d'ont exceed your voyce,
Of making so good, praise worthy a choyce
Not Nature, but three Nations for't rejoyce.
Christ blesse you, and the sacred Trinity [...]
King Charles to bring, to's Royall Dignity.
Grand famous Warrier, maist thou still win fa [...]
Eternize your great vertues, and your Name
Oh let all Kingdomes, of our joyes pertake;
Rouze other Nations, and their Valour wake.
Great God of heav [...]n, and Earth, our Champion bless
Ev'n with all joy, Eternall happinesse.
Great Riches, and Honours shall passe away
Ended this life, enjoy a glorious Day,
Oh that my Dull Muse could fully expresse,
Rich, rare, transcendent, future happinesse.
God hath in heav [...]n, I hope, laid up for thee,
E're blessed Mansion to Eternitie.
Mount up alost you shall to Saints above.
On Angells wings your blessed Soul shall fly,
Neere to our Saviour, mounting up on high,
Convey'd by Angels to a place sublime:
Kings, Saints, and Martyrs: there may your soul shine.

On the most Reverend FATHER in GOD; William Juxon, Arch-bishop of Ganterbury, His Grace.

Willing ever to serve your Soveraign Lord;
Industrious to advance Gods sacred Word.
Laud still the Lord, that did our Soveraign bring,
In his due time unto his Fathers Throne:
Advance the Name of Jah, of God alone.
May you shine bright, like a Transcendent one.
Jesus the grand true Bishop of your Soul,
Up hath rais'd you, by your Soveraign dear,
Xalted on high, in our Hemisphear.
On your Royal Master you did fix your love:
None higher then your self did he approve.
When he was to suffer that fatal stroake
It made your heart to bleed yea heart of Oake:
Lamenting sore, for your Soveraigns death,
Like to have cost you your dear vitall breath.
In Jesus Christ, you did put all your trust:
Angells still guide you, till you turn to dust:
Mongst Saints and Angells shine among the Just.
Jn Troublous Times, at last you liv'd to see
Unto your joy, his sacred Majesty;
Xonerated from his pain and grief:
Our gracious God did send him his relief.
Next to Gods Name, let us extoll him chief.
Wayting long, at last our Sunn did arise:
In radiant manner, clearing our dim eyes;
Lamenting him, whose Death they did deplore.
It was a Blest Time, when brave Monck did bring,
Again our gracious Soveraign, Lord, and King;
May we due praises of our Soveraign sing.
Jt pleas'd our good God, after many years;
Unto your joy, being almost drown'd in tears;
Xalt your griev'd heart, and sorrowfull minde,
On your Dread Soveraign Lord, who was so kinde,
Now double joy doth spring: your King to find.
When that sable Day, and sad Night of Death,
Iudicious Juxon, stop thy Soveraigns breath:
Lord, what a time was then to your sad Soul:
Lamenting his departure, did condole:
In grief, and tears, you were almost drown'd then.
A better, happy time, God hath you sent:
May heav'ns King crown you, with most sweet content.
Jn heavenly things you do spend your Dayes;
Unto your grand King, and Creators praise.
Xhorting Christians purely for to live;
Oh blessed Soul, such fair Instructions give;
None, none but Christ, can our foul sinnes forgive.
Wisdome advanceth Men of good desert;
It crown's that Man, who hath a perfect heart.
Lord inflame your heart with holy fire;
Let your Affection be of like desire.
In place, as your Grace is advanced high;
Angels after Death, with your soul then flie;
Mount up aloft to highest Majestie.
Jnstall'd a Bishop in a blessed time;
Uprai's'd to honour, to a place sublime;
Xalted may you be to place of Blesse;
Of heavenly Glory, and Happinesse,
N [...]re Jesus Christ, in Robes of Righteousnesse.

On the most Reverend FATHER in GOD Edward, LORD BISHOP of NORWICH.
My ever Honoured Priend and Kinsman.

Christ called you unto his
Dean of Christ Church in Oxen.
Church again
Enabling you in's service to take pain.
But long you did not then continue there
But in a higher Place did soon appear.
You reap'd a happy Guerdon for your love;
Both King and Kingdome did your wayes approve.
God guided you by his sacred Spirit:
After this Life, Eternall joyes inherit.
You preacht before the Commons, and our King:
Praising the Lord, that did our Soveraign bring,
At last, with joy, unto his Fathers Throne:
It was the glorious work of God alone.
Your loyalty unto our Gracious Lord,
Doth now unto you great comforts afford.
Your healing precious Balm was well apply'd:
The king the happy Bridegroom to our Bride.
The bride, this Kingdome was married at last:
Your Griefs, and Sorrows then were everpast.
Oh let us, to our God, most handfull be.
That did preserve his Royall Majestie.
Oh how I did rejoyce to read you
Sermons before the King and Parlia­ment.
Books
And therein see your gracious heart and looks
It did m [...] drooping spirits then revive,
God garde [...]y Sov'raign, keep him long alive
And tha [...] his Enemies he may overcome:
Preserve his Ofspring till the Day of D [...]me.
Let REYNOLDS then ever renowned be:
For's healing Balme, for Royal Sov'raignty.
He did prepare the Physick, for to cure,
The Maladie which long we did indure.
God blesse all the happy Physicians skill.
That did obey Gods word, and it fulfill.
The happy Patriots of our Country dear,
Which doth our Gracious Soveraign love and fear.
Unite their hearts in Bonds of faithfull Love;
Loving's Majestie, and his Acts approve.
And being made happie with all sweet content,
By a brave, blessed, healing Parliament.

On my Ever Honoured Friend and Kinsman Doctor Iohn Castle Esquire, one of the Clerks of his Majesties Privy Seale.

Iohn Gratious your name doth signify:
Oh! how good Names, the owners Dignify
Hereditus was for brave History,
Nathan a Prophet, in Divine Mistery.
Casting Your Care on God, hath set You [...].
Advanc'd you to former Dignitie.
Still by your Vertues, get to honours seate,
The grand King of Kings make you still Compleat,
Laid low by Warre, yet Christ hath rais'd you up.
Even to Dine, and at last with him to Sup.
Iesus of Nazareth, g [...]i [...] you in your Wayes:
O [...] Christ [...] full [...] his praise
H [...] high of Bless,
No [...] Can you Wish.
Constant e're, in serving your Lord, and God:
And alwaies diligent, to hear his word.
Serving your Lord, and Master faithfully,
The King, of Heav'n, and Earth you dignifie
Laud God above: who hath Preserv'd your life:
E're made you happy, for a ver [...]uous wife.
In all your troubles, you were not dismaid:
On God, you put your tru [...]: were not afraid.
Hosanna then at last, may you: soul sing:
None could you draw, from your dear Soveraign (King)
Christ gave your mind rest, after so much pain;
Advanc't you to Honour, and place Ag [...]n.
Still did you w [...]te, upon the [...]and of God:
The Tyrants pow'r's removd, his cruel Rod.
Lord thou hast brought my friend; for to sit down,
Ev'n under the Rayes, of a blessed Crown.
Iudicious Sir, I love your learned Arts:
On vertue grounded, and Renowned parts.
Heavenly fire, doth inflame your mind;
Nought can remain of Dro [...]s, b'ing thus refind.
Christ make you happie: both in Life, and Death,
Advance his glory, with your vital breath;
Standing still firm, and constant in your faith:
Truth to maintain, and what our Saviour saith.
L [...]uding the Lord, in the most sadest time,
Even then your soul, did mount to place sublime.
In contemplation, and divinest things:
On things Celestial, and the King of Kings;
High Heav'nly Raptures, for to place your minde:
None so sweet, and good on Earth, as Christ to find.
Clouds of calamity, being past away,
Advanc't you now to see, a Halcyon day.
Salvator Mundi, doth you comfort give,
The Lord grant your blest soul, long life to live.
Lord when thy servants work, is done and past:
Eternal joyes, give his blest soul, at last
This have I poorly drawn, from your good Name
Let Blessed Angels, blow your Trump of Fame.
You have been like a Father unto me,
God bless your soul, to all Eternity.

On the right worshipful, and noble minded Gentleman, Henry Ford, Esquire; one of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace, in the County of Devon, and Lieutenant Colonel to the Honorable Sir JOHNDRAKE, Knight, and Barronet, &c.

High, he [...]v'nly knowledge doth inrich thy mind;
Eternal happiness may your Soul find:
Not Nature, but Grace, doth thy Saviour please:
Restor'd by Christ, cur'd of sinns disease;
Y [...]n brightness of his Glory maist thou shine:
Far more Transcendent than a brave Divine.
Ore Topps and Mountains thy Wit doth aspire:
Rais'd up to Heav'n By a heavenly fire;
Death shall not quench the flame of thy desire.
High dost thou mount by thy rich Phantasie:
Ear [...]h can't turn it into an Extasie.
None none but Christ, did that brave Martyr say:
Raise up thy though [...] & live with Christ for aye,
Yet, happy to have all things here on Earth:
Far more happy to have a blessed death.
On things [...], thy blest Soul doth not feed;
[...] Divine; [...] of immortal seed;
Death wh [...] [...] come, thou fear'st not, oh bea­v'nly breed.
Wisdom and Learning doth adorn a man,
I m [...]kes him flourish, and things duly scan:
Learning adorns a worthy noble mind:
Learning invites men to beloving, [...]ind:
It doth inrich the mind with knowledge store:
Adds lustre to its witt, and makes it more:
Magnifie Gods great Name; praise him therefore.
Could I your worthy noble parts rehearse:
And write the same in high immortal verse:
I should then to your Country; then declare;
Your Vertues and your Learning rich and rare.
A mirrour to the World thou dost appear,
Thy Learning and thy Iudgment shineth clear:
Go on blest Saint in thy brave way to bliss,
And at the last enjoy Heav'ns happiness.
Lieutenant Ford,
One of those famous Worthies of my King:
God in his due time to happiness bring:
Eternal happiness after thy death:
To Gods glory, er'e spend your vital breath.

On the Worshipfull, Francis Poulet, Esquire; One of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace, for the County of SOMERSET.

Fair may your Name be writ in book of Life:
Rais'd is your Soul'bove Earth, and mortal strife.
Angells attend you both in life and death:
Nature b [...]ing spent, yield up your vital breath.
Christ will call home your Soul in his due time,
Into his Manssion; where it bright shall shine;
Sweet Saviour, grant it so, in place sublime.
Pondering and musing on Divine things:
On blessed Angells, and the King of Kings.
Up may your Soul rise 'bove Earthly Story,
Lord mount it up to Eternal Glory.
Ended this life, may your Soul mount on high,
There to reem [...]in to all Eternity.
Famous, and Renow'd; were your blest Ancestors
Records of 'time, shew forth your Progenitors.
A famous Author doth preserve their Name:
Not to be mention'd, but with Trump of Fame.
Christ hath obtain'd, by his precious merit,
In Heav'n a place, your Soul to inherit;
Solace with Saints, and the Holy Spirit.
Prudent in your actions, and circumspect;
Oh may Gods mercy on you still reflect.
Up may you rise unto a Heav'nly Throne;
Lauding your blessed Saviour, God alo [...]e:
E'r may you on Earth; and heaven happy be;
Transcendent live to's Sacred Majestie.
FRANCIS, Free, your Name doth signifie.
Right good Name doth the Owner dignisie:
And may the holie Spirit you comfort give;
Nurtur'd on Earth, in Heaven for to live.
Casting your care on God, and him to serve.
In health and sicknesse, till grim Death shall come.
Sweetly resting in hope, till Day of Dome.
Pleasures immortal may you e're enjoy.
On earth, and heav'n, past this vain Worlds annoy.
Up may your soul mount, to eternal bless;
Lord give you true, and perfect happiness.
E [...]re may you shine, like starr, celestial bright;
T'enjoy the comforts of transcendent Light.

On Coming to the Right Worshipfull Sir COVRTNEY POLE, Knight and Barronet, his Court Holden at Brod­winsor in the County of Dors [...]t the Fourth day of Aprill 1661. to take the Oath of Alegiance.

VVElcome to Brave Sir Courtney Pole his Court:
Where many Loyall Subjects do resort.
Come Sware With joy to be true to your King:
It was the hand of God that did him bring,
Into his Native Land to Rule and Raigne:
Rejoyce now Loving Friends, with might and maine,
That the [...]ing doth sway the septer of this Land:
Oh! be true and Faithfull, to his Command.
Do you what good, true Subjects doth befit:
That you may hereafter downe in Heav'n sit;
With Faithfull Abraham, and his blest traine:
With Saints and Angles there for to remayne.
The Clouds of blacknesse, Now are past away
Our Soveraigne Lord: hath brought a Glorious Day.
Let then your Loyal hearts: with true Love burne:
After you're sworne you may againe returne:
V [...]o your Houses: or Places Where you Dwell,
Wishing and praying, none More may rebell.
Living in peace and L [...]ving Each other:
Doing good, not hurt to your Deare brother.
Let Writh and Anger cease, that God may blesse:
And send you Everlasting Happinesse.
May'th the King, and's People live and so accord,
Truly to love and serve our gratious Lord.
May the King and's People live and agree,
In true Love, Peace, and perfect Amitie

On hearing of his honoured, and reverend Kinsman, Edward Reynolds, Doctor in Divinity, consecrated Lord BISHOP of NORWICH.

As God hath call'd you to a Bishops Seat,
Long may you live, and preach Gods Word com­pleat.
May your holy life give such example;
That your Charge o're Sin and Vice may trample:
May your holy life such example give,
That may proclaim, that Christ in you do live;
And by his power doth foul Sin destroy:
And so at last enter your Masters Joy.
Welcome dear Kinsman, to Norwich City,
A place rare, ancient, famous, and pretty,
By your heavenly Doctrine you mount aloft;
And show how Christ mans sinful soul hath bought.
The preciousness of Faith you do descrie:
And mount the Soul up to Eternitie:
To see the face of Christ through holy Faith;
To behold his Word, what our Saviour saith.
Repentance also you declare to men:
God bless your heav'nly Tongue, and golden Pen
And all your parts of Body, Soul, beside;
That you may o're a heav'nly Flock still guide:
To Heav'nly Cannan, that Coelestial Hill,
Comfort the Saints with heav'nly Manna still.
God long continue your most happy dayes;
To tune your Tongue, to your Creators praise:
Inspire your heart with a heav'nly flame;
As long as life continue praise his name.
Accept my language from a faultring Pen,
Who will reverence you 'mongst worthi'st men.
Oh happy then, when holy Saints doth greet;
May we at lest our blessed Saviour meet,
And go with him into eternal bliss,
To have a Mansion with those Saints of his.
When your work is ended, and parted hence,
God give your Soul a happy recompence.
When that your days, on Earth are past and done,
God make you happy to behold his Son.
When that your days on Earth shall pass away,
God grant your soul a Divine Halcion day.
For those famous learn'd books you do indite,
May God your Name in's book of Life down write.
When Death shall shut, and close up your blest eyes
May your Soul with Angels mount 'bove the Skies.
Where Saints, Holy Martyrs, all that are Blest:
There may your Blessed Soul, for ever rest.

ON Reading of some part of the Church HISTORY Of BRITAIN: Writen By the learned Pen of that Famous Historian. THOMAS FƲLLERD. D.

FRom time of Pagan Britains, last of Kings,
That rul'd, and Raign'd, in this Famous Isle;
Thou do'st in ample manner, so place things:
By thy melifuous, and most learned stile.
From birth of Jesus Christ, our most dear Lord:
Thou do'st begin thy sacred History,
Concluding Truth, out of his Holy word,
And do'st unfold, many hiden mistery.
The Church of Britain, thou do'st so set forth,
Advance its Glory, and make it shine bright;
That After-Ages may behold thy worth,
And see its splender, in the Darksome night.
How many learned Books, hast thou turnd o're?
Extract the quintisence, of Ancient times:
And taught the world; what they knew not before,
Enriching their minds, with thy Precious lines.
Grand Mirrour of this Nation to Advance,
Your worth and Fame, there wants a Homers Pen:
For to set forth, things Paralel to men,
Of Highest learning, and of greatest Fame,
For to Preserve Thy Rich: and famous Name.
Whiles Britain's Isle doth flourish, and wax green,
Thy Famous works with wonder shall be seen,
And be Renown'd unto After-Ages:
In your well writ, Admir'd, and learned Pages.
The Ancient British Church thou do'st revive:
Advance, Coroberate: and keep alive.
Old Father-Time, Thou do'st confer with all:
Materials for thy Building; great, and smal,
Out of many Studies, in this land:
Thou hast made search, with thy learned hand.
The Famous British Isle, Thou 'ast surrounded:
Both Truth and falshood, You'ave deeply sounded:
Whiles that Great Britain, bears that famous Name:
Your learned works shall stil preserve thy Fame:
Let others write, in whatsoever stile:
Thy writings shall be Mirrour, in this Isle;
Spred far, and travel into other lands:
Be Admir'd, that come from your curteous hands.
Your famous Books, shall preserve your Name:
And Angels high resound your Trump of Fame.
The Famous Worthies of After Ages:
Shall admire your Golden learned Pages.
As long as God by time shall leave a man;
All sorts of men your Books shall love to scan.
When life's ended; and Death shall close your eyes:
Your Body Imortal to Glory, shall Arise.

ACCROSTICKS ON The HONOURABLE and truly NOBLE SIR WIL. MORICE KT. One of the SECRETARIES OF STATE Unto His most EXCELLENT MAJESTY, K. CHARLES II.

WHiles that you ponder on the Kings Affairs,
Judicious Sir, for to advance the State;
Lab'ring diligently, early and late:
Lord guide your faithful heart to serve our King,
In Gods due time let Angels your soul bring;
Ascending up, and then with Angels fly:
Mount up aloft unto the Hea'vns high.
Majestick Morice, with your Golden Pen,
Of your great Actions, and Affairs of Men,
Rich, rarer Pen then mine, I want to write,
Royal great things, not mean ones to indite.
In Jesus Christ, you do put all your Trust:
Christ crown your soul with Kings amongst the just,
E're you attain it, you must turn to dust.
Wisedom and Learning doth advance a man,
It makes him prudent; and things duly skan,
Learning adorns a worthy noble mind:
Learning invites men to be curteous kind;
It doth enrich the mind with knowledge store.
Adds lustre to his parts, and makes them more,
Magnifie Gods great Name, praise him therefore.
More care and pains no Creature can fulfill;
Oh! you do help both King and Subject still,
Raising your heart up to that sacred hill.
Jesus still make you happy all your days:
Changes and chances doth not trouble thee,
E're in your mind b'ing noble, loyal free.
Wit, wealth and learning cannot keep from death,
In dying posture we yield up our breath.
Labour of mind and body being past,
Laid low in grave, we must be all at last.
In and by Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear,
Arise you shall out of your grave of dust,
Mounting aloft to live among the just.
Melifuouse in your words and actions still:
Oh! how I love, and honour pens mans skill,
Resplendent raptures high doth enrich your mind,
Just royal King Charles doth you great business find.
Christ still direct you, and be e're your guard,
Eternal Blessings be your blest Reward.
Whiles that ingenious fancies stir the brain,
It makes some things appear, but light and vain:
Lord so advance your Wit, your Wealth, and State,
Living and dying make you fortunate
In Jesus Christ, your blessed Saviour dear.
Awake, though dead before him, shall appear.
Mount up on high, and Heav'nly Anthems hear.
Mercy and Truth adorn your gracious sp'rit,
On sublime things to think on, and to write.
Robes of Christs righteousness may you put on,
In and by him, that is that holy one:
Chang'd one day you shall be, yet need not fear;
Enthron'd at last by Christ your Saviour dear.
BE pleas'd to relish well what I impart,
I love my Soveraign with my Soul and Heart.
It is in your power to make me live.
Oh! could I to you Fairer Present give,
Then mean bare words of a Countrey Hue,
Not Court-like, Sublime, which are fit for you.
Judicious Morice, you do move in Sphear,
Near and about my Grand Soveraign dear;
Your word to Him may make me happy then:
You shall command my Body, Heart and Pen.
Th' Operation of my head b'ing old:
My Wit is dul, my brain of temper cold.
If it were hot and strong, should be for you,
The highest fruit of brain is but your due.
I fear with tedious lines for to offend,
I will therefore conclude, and make an end.
I will, I say, end my earthly story,
Praying God may crown you with immortal glory.

ON THE RIGHT WORSHIPFUL, VALIANT, AND TRULY NOBLE MINDED GENT. SIR JOH. CLOBERY Knight.

JUstice and Goodness doth your heart affect;
On sacred works you do no time neglect:
Heavenly thoughts your mind doth pitch upon,
None, none but Christ, I there let it fix on.
Christ hath advanc'd you by his word and sword,
Laud and praise still your blessed heav'nly Lord.
Oh! may your actions ever happy be,
Blessed for ever to Eternity
Everlasting Lord your soul ever bless.
Raise up your heart and mind to happiness
Yn and by Jesus Christ his righteousness.
Ingenuous Sir, I love your valiant Arts,
On Vertue grounded, and renowned parts.
Heavenly fire doth inflame your brave mind:
Nought can remain of dust, b'ing thus refin'd.
Cares and great troubles doth attend the Saints;
Lord hear my honour'd friend, his just complaints,
Open the gates of Heav'n, and entrance make
By fervent prayer, for thy Saviours sake.
E're thou wert born, thou wert ordain'd to dye:
Raise up your heart to 's heav'nly Majesty;
Y In height of bless, up with bright Angels fly.
Joy after sorrow, you enjoy at last:
Oh render thanks, now griefs are over past.
Heav'n made you happy by a gracious King,
N New praises to your Maker daily sing.
Christ at last give your soul eternal gain,
Labour being past, and all Earthly pain.
Oh Lord make you happy in life and death.
Be careful in spending your vital breath.
Ever in praise and honour of Gods name,
Raised by Christ to place of happiness,
Ynvested be in's Robes of Righ eousness.

ON THE HONOURABLE COLONEL, AND MY EVER HONOURED FRIEND SIR JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet, &c.

RIght noble Knight I do admire your wit,
In acting of high matters, proper, fit.
Your Love was ever constant to the Crown,
Which hath purchas'd you great and high renown.
Your Name shall ever flourish and wax green,
And 'mongst the Worthies of this age be seen.
Your Wisdom solid is, moves in due place,
It advanceth your name, and noble race.
Of Knights and Baro­nets.
Who can in England exceed Drakes great Name?
His worthy Ancestors of noble Fame.
Thou didst out-strip the Kings En'mies: Please him still,
And to his Laws obedient and to his will.
His presence did revive your loyal heart,
His absence did increase your greater smart.
The Crommelites from him could get no Bayes,
It was to the King he did owe his praise.
He would not yield to any Tyrant great;
In his actions he walk'd upright, compleat.
Oh what a high and lofty brain he had!
Not to buckle, with Ruler was so bad.
Who durst to sit in's Royal Soverains Throne,
Which did belong to our King Charles alone.
He could not therefore love him in his heart,
For shooting at King Charles his mortal dart.
He was the man, King Charles his blood did shed;
He was accursed both alive and dead,
For [...]ntting off King Charles's sacred head.
Oh, how he did suck that most precious blood,
Who to three Nations would have done much good.
Drake's fit to be Counselor to a King:
He ever ready was comforts to bring.
His Wit's profound, his Genius mounts up high.
He serves his royal Master faithfully.
I must conclude, Gods Spirit did you guide,
That in your acting did not walk aside.

AN ELEGIE ON THE Death of that most Excellent, Religious and unparralel'd Queen of BOHEMIA, Only Daughter to JAMES KING OF GREAT BRITAIN, SISTER TO CHARLES THE FIRST, AND WIFE to the most Illustrious ELECTOR, FREDERICK KING OF BOHEMIA.

A Brave stately Cedar's faln in this land;
There's no withstanding of th' Almighties hand.
Ah cruel death, why didst thou now appear?
To rob us of a Jewel rich and rare.
The Mirrour of this Isse is now deceast,
Her death hath many Mourners now increast.
My gracious King and Nobles they do mourn,
And faithful servants o're her sacred Urn
They mourn in heart, with black Cloaks to the ground,
For such a Queen on earth's scarse to be found.
This vertuous Queen of fair Bohemian land,
who in the true faith did most firmly stand
Of all the famous Nations far and near,
Her like and parralel doth not appear.
She was extracted from a Royal stock;
Death came too soon, and at her door did knock.
James that great King of Peace, and learned skill,
Death would not spare for all his learned quill:
Nor yet his vertuous daughter shining bright,
But must away with him in sable night.
Great Queen of Sheba not more vertuous rare,
Then this great Queen within our Hemisphear.
When death doth summon, we must all away,
From Princely furniture, to beds of clay.
Before Queen Anne, that famous Queen she dy'd,
There was before a glorious star espy'd.
'Twas of wonder and admiration:
'Tis sad to yield account of its station.
Many sad things it did portend i'th'end,
Which God Almighty then did quickly send:
Great Wars and Blood-shed then did after come,
Which rang'd o're many parts of Christendome:
But Germany did feel the stroke most great,
A heavy Famine little for to eat.
King James that learned and renowned King,
Which to this Kingdom did great Blessings bring
Of Peace and Happiness to this Nation,
Both Penty, Riches, and stately fashion.
God hath Crown'd our Nation with great content,
A gracious King, and blessed Parliament.
King James did write of that strange blazing star;
Seen before Queens Anns death, that Princess rare
'Twas to invite this Guest God sent this star,
Whose friends and nearest kin good Princess are:
Who though they run the race of men, and dye,
Death serves but to refine their Majesty.
So did my Queen from hence her Court remove,
And put on death, to be enthron'd above:
Then she's not dead, but sleeps, no good Prince dyes,
But like the Days-Sun, only sets to rise.
Since her sad death, a bright star did appear:
I hope our Royal Queen will soon land here,
And will arrive at this famous City,
With noble Lords, sweet Ladies, and pretty.
Cleopatria not equal to thee,
Though fil'd with riches, perfect Majesty,
Attended with a sumptuous stately Train,
Yet was at last by poysonous Asp there slain.
This blessed Queen was by death summon'd hence,
Rais'd up to Heav'n to receive recompence.
The blessed Angels did her soul convay,
Freed from all Troubles, and the worlds annoy.
At last to enter her grand Masters joy,
Her many choice vertues for to recount,
Would up into afair Great volumn mount,
I want a Homer or a Mayhews pen,
Her worth and vertues to declare to men.
Her faith and patience was of that brave fame,
Which shall preserve her great and famous name:
Some famous Poet shall adorn your Herse,
And make you live by his immortal verse.
Du Bartus, heav'nly Poets fit to write
Of your rare Vertues which did shine most bright.
Beams of Eternal light lighten your soul,
Rich, rare, transcendent without mans controle.
I wish your soul high perfect happiness
Amongst blest Saints with everlasting bless.
Transcendant hrppiness I hope you find,
None but Jesus Christ fil'd your heart and mind.
None but Anne and Elizabeth like to thee,
In radiant vertues, and high Majesty.
Most blessed Queen you did prepare for death,
Advanc'd towards heav'n, part with vital breath.
Nature most kind, and grace you did set forth,
Ever to shew your vertu [...]s and great worth.
Bright shining vertues did your soul adorn,
Robes of Christs righteousness you have put on,
In and by Jesus Christ most happy be,
Ascend with Angels to the Trinity.
No earthly thing doth satiate the heart.
The holy Spirit doth all grace impart.
Gr [...]nd vertuous Queen your ways were firm and good,
Advanc'd by Christ, your Saviours precious blood.
Night of death came, thou didst go to be's bride,
Ere to sit down by Christ your Saviours side.
Bounty and Gods free love to you blest Saint
Rais'd you up, God heard your just complaint.
In full ripe years you were now cal'd away;
Advanc'd by Christ, with your blest Bridegroom stay.
Christ call'd you hence unto his Fold;
Our Saviour calls both Young and Old:
No Riches, Honour, Youth can stay,
Strong sturdy Death takes all away.
The Baly of our blessed Lord,
Away must go, obey his word.
No longer time he will neglect,
Christs calls away his blest elect
Brought now at last unto your home.
Riches to have, not of earth's lome.
Indeed that Portion will endure,
Gods mercies are for ever sure:
Away she went, when Christ did call,
No dallying death will take all.
The greatest, richest, and the small:
Brought low by death unto her grave,
Robes of Christs righteousness to have.
In Jesus Christ the put her trust,
And is now gone unto the just.
Nothing so dear that she did love,
Treasures immortal did approve.
Chang'd is your body, and refin'd shall be;
Call'd to the presence of the Trinity.
Night of death come, with Angels she did fly
Saints to live with to all Eternity.
Christ hath remov'd you to a greater joy,
Earths comforts, unto heavens, but a toy.
In earthly things there's but lintle pleasure,
Above the skie is immortal treasure.
Christ ransom'd your soul with his precious blood,
Only that Balm can do our souls most good,
Near Jesus Christ, I hope your soul doth rest,
Sav'd by your Saviour, lives amongst the blest.
The soul is wearied by its travels here,
Away shes gone unto her Saviour dear,
Her glass being run, her soul is fled away
With her Redeemer ever for to stay.
What can I think, speak, or write more then?
She doth deserve! shall have a better Pen.
To write of her high Vertues, glorious Name,
Which learned Authors shall recount her Fame.
Christ is your blessed Spouse, your Birdegroom, All,
Your God, your Saviour, King Emperial.
He hath advanc'd you to eternal bliss,
Let's be as careful not to do amiss.
She was a mother unto Princess store,
God bless them here on earth, and evermore.
Their severel names I cannot recount;
Some are on earth, others to heav'n did mount.
Prince Robert is a stout couragious wight,
And hath put many enemies to flight:
God bless his Highness long here on the earth,
And make him truly happy at his death.
Grieve not immoderately, brave Prince, her son,
For your dear mother that is dead and gone
From earth to heav, n, that blessed place of rest,
To live with glorious Saints for ever blest.
Wherefore then should I say, that she's dead;
Whenas she's gone, where life it self is bred.
Then mourn no more but set your heart at rest,
You shall be like her carcase in the chest:
As num, as wan, as pale and cold as she,
Pray God your lives and deaths no worse may be.
Grieve then no more, put not your mind to pain,
For her pure soul in heaven doth remain.
He that writes more, more time of grief must borrow,
Let him then bring his wit, I'le bring my sorrow.

ACCROSTICKS On her most sacred MAIESTY.

Elizabeth blessed peace of the Lord,
Loving his Saints, and his sacred word.
In Jesus Christ you did put all your trust,
Zealous for Religion, lives amongst the just.
A blessed change you lived for to see,
Blessed be God, his sacred Majesty:
Enthron'd compleat in his dear Fathers Throne;
The praises chiefly belongs to God alone;
Hosanna let us sing to that holy One.
Queen 'bove all Queens in glory bright,
Up mounted high unto that heav'nly light.
Eternal Joyes now to be partaker,
Ever to praise with Saints your Creator;
Now singing Anthemes to your blessed Maker.
Of all the blessings of a righteous soul,
Freedom from sin, and this vile worlds controle.
By death of Christ you have obtain'd life,
Overcome the world, and all mortal strief.
Hallalujahs sing in his height of bless,
Ever partaking of heav'ns happiness.
Made now a member of that heav'nly host;
In praising Father, Son, and holy Ghost.
Angels convey'd your soul, that heavnly Post.
Away she's gone unto that place of bless,
Immortal Saints enjoy full happiness:
Adieu blest Queen, we mortals will prove just,
Always esteeming your most precious dust,
The grave hath your body, world your fame,
Heaven your soul, your son preserves your Name.
Though you be gone, your fame is left behind.
I hope your son will prove as gracious kind.
My muse is dull, my Taper gives dim light,
Yet may invite some better Pens to write.
Ile put an end to this my mortal story,
Hoping God bath crown'd her with immortal glory.

On Hearing of the RIGHT WORSHIPFUL, JOHN MERREFIELD Esq Made one of the KINGS SERJEANTS AT LAW, Andin Election tobe a Judge.

WHen our renowed King Charls came to his Court,
Many Lords and noble persons did resort,
Who came to see'm, and kiss his royal haud,
B'ing come from far into his native land.
All sorts of men of our brave English Nation,
Were glad in heart for their Kings restauration.
It was a time then freely for to give,
To see their gracious King then for to live
In royal Honour, and in noble Fame,
God long increase, and propagate his Name,
It was a time to confer honours store,
The cause did well require long before.
Brave Monck and Patriots did love our King,
Who us'd their best means speedily to bring
Him to sit and act with them in's Parliament,
To make good Laws with one and joynt consent.
As Guerdon of's love did the King impart
Rewards of honour for their good desert.
Of those brave Nobles and deserving men,
I'm far unworthy to recount by Pen:
Yet may I not my honoured friend forget,
Whose former favours make me much in debt.
Let Merrefields name advance to his height,
May Kings and Princes in him take delight.
From worthy Squire, surmount an noble Knight.
I heard that King Charles will make him a Judge:
His domeanor is such, no man will grudge,
To hear of his good and high preferment,
Which long continue till his interment.
Loyal learned Merrefields worth do shine
In equal splendor to some rare Divine.
I did long since conceive within my brest,
When that my Royal Soverain came to rest,
And to sit down on his dear Fathers throne,
For to enjoy three kingdoms of his own:
That then his Majesty would him advance,
When being come from Holland, fertile France,
Meer love and favour would my Sovraign move
On honest Merrefield to fix his love.
For Learning, Law, Loyalty, and the rest.
He doth deserve mongst Lawyers counted best.
When he shall come to sit in justice place,
Lewd vitious men he will then disgrace.
Advance the vertuous, and the godly man,
And of mens various actions duly scan.
When he shall mount up to grand Justice seat,
His parts with lustre, then will seem compleat.
Immitate honest Crew, Hutton, Denham,
Doddrige Walters, Jenkins, Crook and Popham:
Both these and many learned Lawyers more:
Their worth he'l practice, and yet keep in store.
My Pen is weak and lame for to set forth,
His profound wisdom, and his noble worth,
Full fraught with favours of his Soveraign Lord,
Stil careful to preserve Gods sacred word.
E're may you have your Kings love here on earth,
King of Kings make you happy in your death.
May Gods Spirit joy you e're above all,
Be ready when God for your soul shall call.
As there are several degrees 'mongst men,
So in Heav'n, Saints, Angels and Syraphen.
As the King hath honoured my dear friend,
So to his Family let it extend.
According to his worth let's praises yield
Unto that well deserving Merrefield.
After all honour when't shall please your Maker,
Of heavens joys may you be made partaker.
Enough you'l have when Angels shall you bring
To glory your blest soul to Christ your King.

ON HEARING OF THE DEATH Of my dear and admired SOVERAIGN LORD, KING CHARLES the First.

GRief doth afflict, and pierce my tender heart,
That death hath slain my Soverain with his dart,
Cannibals they were, did act the devils part,
Make brave royal Branches, and whole Kingdoms smart.
Was there no mean to qualifie your ire?
But that your wrath must burn with hellish fire.
Oh cursed Monsters to do such athing,
To murder our Soveraign Lord and King.
What shall I say, 'twas sin that did provoke
God for to strike us with so sharpe a stroke,
For to deprive him of his precious breath,
And snatcht his life away by untimely death,
Ah curs'd Miscr'ant to lay thy hand on him,
For to commit so horrid bloody sin.
Did not thy heart with sorrow then relent,
And cause thy wicked heart for to repent?
For so great mischief, bloody, crying sin,
That will eternal vengeance after bring.
Where were thy eys within thy cursed head!
To strike the fonntain of Life, our Soverain dead:
I wept, and bath'd mine eyes in morning tears,
For death of my dear Soveraign Lord and King:
It was to qualifie my grief and fears:
For that sad Act, Repentance it will bring.
Had I not been in my dear brothers house,
I might been cut by Soldiers smals a mouse:
Cap. P [...]l. bu [...]ge [...] Cap in K. C [...]l. th. First his Army, liv'd and d [...]'d [...]t Waym [...]uth.
They would soon have holpt me from my weeping,
And brought me to an untimely sleeping.
God will revenge him on that cursed wretch.
Who did his murdering hand out-boldy stretch
For to cut off our gracious Sov'raigns head:
The grief thereof did strike me almost dead,
That Monster that did cut off that sacred head,
Did strike the Nobles, and the kingdom dead.
Dead in Repute, in Misery, and in fame,
Stain to our noble Nation, English name.
The wicked Vipers hasten'd him away,
Gods holy Angels did his soul conveigh
To heav'nly Canaan, there to be crown'd King,
With glorious Saints and Angels Anthemes sing.

On sight of supposed ANGELS, In shape of DUCKS, Hovering over King Charles the first, when he was beheaded,

WHy do you talk of Ducks? they Angels were!
Souldiers could not discern them, their eyes
The bright Angels waited for to conveigh [b'ing blear,
King Charle's soul, though's life were made a prey.
His blood did drown their Consciences full deep,
Whiles many for our Soveraign Lord did weep.
The blessed Angels hover d'ore his head,
And waited on him after he was dead:
Who did conveigh his blessed soul to bliss,
To a heav'nly Mansion, endless happiness,

ON Sight of the Death of that HONOURABLE & LEARNED Kt. SIR. HEN. HYDE On the fourth of March 1650.

RIch, rare, transcendent Hyde when thou didst die,
My heart did grieve my eys did weep; the sky
Was overcast with sable blackness sad,
For to behold an action was so bad.
Loyal brave Hyde when thou didst loose thy head,
My heart with grief and inward sorrow bled.
The fourth of March was that fatal day,
That brave Sir Henry Hyde was snatcht away
by cruel, sudden and untimely death:
Who in high language spent his vital breath.
He faithfully serv'd his royal Master,
His enemies made him of death a Taster.
It griev'd me for to see his head fall down;
He fell so low, for love unto the Crown.
I hope brave Hyde did not the Merchants wrong,
But that it was a lash of a false tongue.
I could scarce write these lines without weeping eye.
My eyes did weep when that brave soul did die.
Though's body dead, his soul shall e're remain
With his Lord Christ for ever to reign.
Henry, Rich Lord, it doth import,
E're lov'd the word, to it resort.
No man more loyal to his King,
Rebellious men did his soul sting,
Yet's Prayers did in Gods ears ring.
Hyde laid down his life for serving his King
In loyal manner, b'ing a blessed thing.
Death did not sad him, nor his heart dismay,
Expecting to live with his Lord Christ alway.
His soul is gone to eternal rest,
Ended now is his mortal sorrow,
No piercing cares can him molest,
Everlasting joyes did him follow.
Repine not therefore at his bliss;
If thou live well, thy joy shall be like his.
Hope doth assure me, Hyde's soul's gone to heav'n:
In this life, though of's life he were bereav'n.
Death did deprive him here of a few days:
Enemies sent him to heav'n his God to praise.

On Sight and Hearing of my HONOURED FRIEND, GEORGE FƲLFFORD, Esq One of His Majesties Justices of the PEACE For the County of DORSCET, at Prayers with his Family, the tenth of August, 1661.

BY fervent Prayer thou dost so discry,
And raise the soul up to Eternity.
Mount up rich soul with your heart and voice,
And cause those hear you, in their hearts rejoyce.
God long continue your most happy days,
To tune your tongue to your Creators praise.
Inspire your heart with a heavenly flame,
As long as life continue, praise his name.
Assist you in your Prayers by his spirit,
After may your soul heav'n inherit.
Accept my language from a faultring pen,
Who will reverence you'mongst worthy men.
May your prayers ascend and pierce the sky,
And your soul mount up, and with Angels fly.
After you've done your service, parted hence,
God give your soul in heav'n a recompence.
When that your days on earth are past away,
God give your soul a divine alchion day.
Christs precious blood's your balm, that balms your bless.
God bring your soul to endless happiness.
By Christs his merits so rewarded be,
Make you happy to all Eternity.

ON MY HONOURED FRIEND, GEORGE FƲLFFORD, Esq at Prayers with his Family, &c.

BY zealous Prayer thou dost soar aloft,
Fly up by Faith to Christ our souls who bought.
Dear 'twas indeed, it cost him his heart blood,
To save our precious souls, and do men good.
Oh what a various change of divine things,
Flows from your blest mouth to the King of Kings,
Your heav'nly tongue doth inchant the ear
With ravishing comforts of our Saviour dear.
What heav'nly language doth from you flow,
Nectar proceeds from you, though here below.
A constant servant to our Soveraign true,
With honour you are graced, 'tis your due.
Your Graces are divine and eminent.
Translucent shine, rich, rare and transcendent.
Oh my dear friend you do my mind content,
To admiration, divine ravishment.
Most rare you do pray for our gracious King:
The King of Kings your soul to glory bring
In his due season to a glorious state,
To live and reign with the regenerate.
O what sweet Raptures doth proceed from thee,
Ravish the mind with divine Extasie,
Until my soul shall up to Heav'n ascend,
God make me happy with so good a friend.
Who can conduct my soul to heavenly bliss,
To full fruition of heav'ns happiness.
Ah blessed soul what more then can I say,
Night of death come, may you see a glorious day.

ON SIR. ROB. BRET Wearing a LEEK IN HIS HAT ON S. Davids Day, And in playing Gleek with two Noble Ladies.

FRom Royal Tuders stock Eliza came,
That famous and renowned Queen, whose fame
Shall ever live in fair great Britains Isle,
Her gracious Actions still doth on us smile:
Her name doth fragrant smell amongst the Saints,
Our gracious King will hear our just complaints.
This day being Davids Saint doth me invite,
To shew forth a beam of its radiant light,
A King and Prophet that did bravely raign
Beyond the State of that great Charlamayn.
A man very rare after Gods own heart,
Oh may we in Gods service bear a part.
Eliza that Majestick Royal Queen,
Her Leek on Davids Day was to be seen,
Which she did wear in honour of that day
In silk and silver beautiful and gay,
Though first of March seem'd in the moneth of May.
The valiant old Britains strong and stout,
Foild their enemies, and gave them the rout.
The Leek did wear and for a sign display,
Vanquisht their enemies, made them run away.
It is a joy to see the old green Leek
Worn in friends Hats, and see them now at Gleek.
These noble Ladies doth become the place,
Heroick-like, playes with a comly grace.
Friends, long may you wear Leeks, and at Gleek play,
And when you marry Sir, be an Alchion Day.

ON DR. T. FULLERS Putting down the NORMAN RACE, in his History of the Church of Britain.

SEt up again that Royal Norman Race,
Which you of late turn'd down with such disgrace.
But you are wise to run the race of men,
To change your mind as you can change your Pen.
Is this your noble zeal to Royal Stock,
To turn them down, as of it make a mock!
Turn't up again, and do no longer stay,
Lest being spide, it carries gain away,
For writing of that goodly stately book,
If that our Soveraiu Lord should on it look;
Peruse that irksome passage, and it find,
It would no doubt be much against his mind:
You did it then 'gainst your mind and reason:
To set it up, 't would be connted treason.
But that time is past, now a better's come.
Arnend that Act lest you receive your dome.
Now that the learned Doctors life's ended,
Some friend of his may get it to be mended.

ACCROSTICKS, ON THO. FULLER Doctor of Divinity, and late Prebend of New SARUM.

THy Name is botomless, so is your Art:
High skil'd in History: for to Impart.
Open your Treasury, and let men view:
Mines most profound of Riches, old, and new,
Ascend Rare Sir, unto that Radiant skie:
Soare up aloft unto the Heavens high.
Fair Charecters of Grace may your heart hold,
Vertues sacred, pure, and more worth then Gold.
Lifting up your heart, to your Saviour Dear:
Low be in self, high in your Hemisphear.
E're may you be Blest, by Gods Heav'nly Grace:
Rais'd up at last; to see His glorious Face.
Thrones mighty high, shall be subdu'd at last:
Heav'n continues, when Earthly things are past.
Oh! then Remember Sir, your later end:
Mercy, and Peace obtain to be your friend.
As all things pass, on this vain Globe below,
Soar up aloft, where better fruits doth grow.
Fervent in your Prayers, and in Preaching,
Unto Heav'n, you do direct your Teaching.
Lay hold on Christ, let him be your sure Guide:
Lay hold on Him, and you shall never slide.
E're that the World was made, he did Elect,
Ransom'd his Servants, and will them Protect.
Transcendent, in your Calling, manifold,
High Raptures to Declare, out of Gods word.
Open your mouth wide, and set forth his Praise:
Mongst blessed Saints, may you spend all your Dayes.
After this mortal life, is gone and past:
Soare up to Heav'n, and live with Christ at last.
Fair, sacred Beames, that doth your Soul Inspire:
Up raise your Heart, and so Inflame desire.
Like to a Conduit-pipe, thou do'st convay,
Laborious sweetness, and Christs Rich Aray.
E'rlasting Joyes, prepared for you in store:
Remain for your Blest Soul, for evermore.
Translucent Fuller, with thy Golden Pen,
High Misteries utter, and declare to Men.
Old and young, both sexes, give Dainty food:
Meat seasonable, choice: new, old, and good.
As Fountain-like: flow out with streams of Grace:
Saciate enough the Saints, in every Place.
Full to the Brim, let thy sweet Nectar flow:
Up to the Highest Heav'ns, let your thoughts go.
Laid low in self, most high, thy Soul will mount:
Lord let his Rich Soul, be of High account.
Eternal God, Crown him, in his last Dayes;
Record his Name, for Ever Thee to Praise.

ON The hearing of the general Muster of the Honorable COLONEL, SIR. Iohn Drake. Knight, and Baronet, one of the Deputy Lieutenants of the County of Devon, and one of his Majesties JUSTICES of the Peace of the said County, his Regiment, on Otery-hill, the 20th of June. 1661.

LOok, do you see on yonder Hill,
The brave bred Souldiers shew their skil:
A royal gallant Company appear,
To the Noble Colonel counted dear.
They did their brave rich Colours there display:
Their stately Gallantry on a soul Day:
But, at the last, the he'vens began to smile:
And all did blesse, and none did them revile.
The several Captains did march in state:
And did their Colonel congratulate.
They did there then march in brave manner,
And did mount up their rich stately Banner.
They did I say, their stately Colours show:
For others as well as themselves to know:
Their Feathers wag and their rich Rapiers shine,
A Sermon preacht by a sound rare Divine.
Solid learned Ashford was that brave man,
Oh, may they his profound points duly skan.
He did both duty teach of God and King,
And to their joyful hearts much comfort bring.
Look up brave Sonldiers see your Caesars come,
Advance your pikes shoulder musket and make rome.
Suppose you saw Alexander the Great,
A Warrier brave, a Souldier most compleat.
Methinks I saw Hanibal Scipio there,
Brutus, Tigranes, Tamberlain appear:
Dion, Phocion, stout Marius, and the rest,
Themistocles, Fabius, of Souldiers best.
Methinks those famous men I did then see
A sumptuous stately, gallant Company.
To these brave famous men I would advance,
Look on by standers, see their Palfraies prance.
In fit season advance their Warlike Pikes,
And see management of War like Rites.
Great famous Caesar he will come and see,
K. Charles.
You brave Gentlemen march in Your degree.
Oh, had I Homers Pen to advance; Yee
And write according to your Company:
Of your desert and high deserved merit,
The honour of the day which you inherit.
At another time I do hope to see,
You exercise your Noble Chivalry.
Mean while kind Gentlemen I do you wish,
Health and Happinesse and Eternal blisse.

ON MY WORTHY FRIEND, Wil. Bragge Esq ONE Of the Captains belonging to the Ho­norable Colonel, SIR JOHN DRAKE Knight and Baronet, his Regiment.

WHiles that you liv'd, in Accademick Schools,
It taught you to discern wisemen from fools;
Learning taught you deep knowledge in the Arts,
Learning advanc't you, unto Noble parts.
In learnings mine, you labour'd to dig deep,
Advanc'd your Studyes, took the lesser sleep;
May God Almighty, you sleeping wakeing keep.
Brave Education doth good wits Advance,
Raise to Honour before Death leads his Dance:
Ah gracious Soul hereafter Inherit,
Goulden treasures obtain by Christs merit:
Grand Magazin of Wealth beyond compare,
Eternal treasures in the Heavens there.
Witts nimble fancy you can soon peirce,
Ingenious men you do most dearly love:
Learnings brave Litrature you do approve,
Lightnesse of mind though young you 'av laid asside.
In learnings sweetnesse you do firm abide,
Ayming at last to satiate your will:
May God in's own due time your Ayme fulfill.
Beames of Eternal light lighten your Soul,
Raise you above where you may ne're condole:
An Angel guide you in Divinest things,
God give you favor of the King of Kings.
Give you the knowledge that is high Sublime,
Eternal knowledge, that is pure Divine.

ON Consideration of our own WANTS, And my Blessed SAVIOURS All­sufficiency.

I Am in straights dear Lord and now do find,
A remedy fit to content my mind:
My pretious Lord Christ doth supply all things,
In riches far surpassing Courts of Kings.
He is the grand Lord full of bright Majesty,
He's the learnedst Dr. of Divinity.
Divines doth teach to bring us unto him,
He is my head, O make of me a limb.
The Saints account it to be a member,
Lord make me grow in grace and Glorious splender.
What can I wish that thou wilt then withhold,
The choisest Jewels passing purest gold.
Thou art my best Treasure, my gold my all,
In thee I live I move and ever shall:
Thou art my life, Oh whither can I go,
Out of the way from thee is but to woe.
If life I wish, death surely I shall find,
Death hell and sin against me doth combind:
Open the gate that leadeth unto bliss,
On let him bless me that Immortal is.
He is that light ye that bright glorious Sun,
Who will make an end as he hath begun:
He is that pretious vine that bore that grape,
Who quench'd the hea [...] of sin and lustfull rape.
He is the light of truth that glorious Sun,
Oh without him the world had been undone:
He is the way that leadeth unto life,
Out of that way it leadeth to all strife.
The wide broad way that leadeth unto hell,
Where damned souls and devils there doth dwel:
If ever thou dost mean happy to be,
Take care to serve the sacred Trinity:
The Father Son blest sprite the Holy Ghost,
Will keep all Blessed souls from being lost.
Christ is that Shepheard that doth keep his sheep,
He is a watchman when his soundly sleep:
He is our Physition when we are sick,
He comforts us against sins mortal prick.
He is that God that wonders great hath wrought,
He is our dearest friend our souls hath bought:
He is the word that teacheth us to live,
He is the Lord that doth all comforts give.
He is that fair polish'd and corner stone,
He is our God to whom we make our mone:
He is our Saviour and salvation,
Who sav'd our poor souls from D [...]mnation,
He is that Bread of life man to preserve,
Give me thy merits not what I deserve:
He is the Lyon of fair Judahs tribe,
He sent his spirit with us to abide:
He is that safe and pretious way of Life,
That comforts all persons both Man and Wife.
I look unto the way that leads to Blisse,
I look unto the truth, fair truth it is.
I look unto the life, that life doth give,
I look to dye, and in him for to live.
He is that bright and Heavenly day Starre,
That guided the wise learned men from far.
He is the subject of our sacred story,
He is the Door that enters unto glory.
If then so many comforts he doth bring,
Let us be thankfull to our Heavenly King.
I will now then conclude my mortal Storie,
Praying my Soveraign, may be a Starre of Glory.

ACCROSTICKS, ON That Rare, and Exquisite Artist, GEORGE WHARTON, Esq

GRand famous Wharton thou do'st write sublime,
End and begin of maters most Divine.
On nature of the Starres thou mountest high,
Rules perfect in that Art, thou canst discry.
God ad a Blessing to thy Heav'nly Art,
E're happy be for what thou do'st impart.
Wisdome and Art thou do'st reveal to men,
High heav'nly Mist'ries by thy learned pen:
Arts hidden and Occult thou do'st set forth,
Rarly expressing your most Noble worth.
Things pleasant and delightfull thou do'st write,
On various things which doth mens minds delight;
Not fit to lye hidden but see the light.
Golden Artist thy Art and learned skil,
E're will I love, and thy stately quil,
Of Planets high and lofty thou caust tell:
Range the Heavens and know where they do dwel,
God give you knowledg 'bove all earthly things,
E're for to live with that great King [...]f Kings.
Whiles learned Wharton doth Communicate,
Heav'ns stately fabrick and Comensurate:
Astronomies learned Art to unfold,
Rich and rare truths unto the world hath told.
Treasures transcendent maist thou discover,
On famous Arts of Arts thou'rt a lover:
Now learned Wharton, the best rules recover.
Glory after Death may your Soul obtain,
Eternal happinesse be your best gain:
Oh maist thou after death ascend on high,
Raised up unto that Heav'nly Majesty.
God grant hereafter thou maist see his face,
Enthron'd by Christ into a Heav'nly place.
Wher's nothing wanting for the souls content,
Heav'n fills it up with divine ravishment:
After all travels past ascend at last,
Raptures to feed on divine rare repast.
Things that transcend mans eye and mortal ear,
On Sion hill the like doth not appear;
None can Thee satiate but thy Saviour dear.

ON My Worthy and Learned friend Mr. ROBERT GOMERSALL, Batchelor in DIVINITY, Late Deceased.

THy Learning Language, and Rare Noble parts,
Thy truth, Piety, and deserving Arts.
What is in Man, thy Braine could comprehend,
Ever Real, and faithfull to thy friend.
Renown'd Gomersall, Thy name shall e're live,
I will due praises to your Mem'ry give.
Thou Build'st a Monument, to dure as long,
As brave great Brytaine, shall not want a Tongue:
For to express thy worth, and Noble Fame,
Still to Preserve thy worthy Learned Name.
Thy Rich Doctrine was High, and did transcend,
Taught Mortal man, how God might be his friend:
Rais'd high the heart and mind did Elevate,
On Divine things for to contemplate.
Glory of the Age thou did'st live in,
Brought Presents Rare from our Heav'nly King:
These few lynes are thy Brave fame to Revive,
Thy Books will keep the Memory alive.
What shall I say: As long as sand will Run,
Thy Hower Glass of Fame, shall ne're be Done.

The AUTHORS Conclusion.

Dear Countrymen.
EXcuse my Lines, though they are written plain,
Cast not on them your Envy or disdain:
If that my Sov'raign Lord you do love well,
Youl like my Lines for's sake who doth excel.
He's a gracious King in mercy doth abound,
The like I know not where is to be found.
He's humble, patient, Gentle to command,
And best deserves to r [...]le this famous Land.
He doth abound in meekness and in grace,
God make me happy to see's blessed face.
In Thirty Eight I kist his Royal Hand,
By means of's Servant Monsieur le Grand:
In Moneth of June his blest Hand I did kiss,
All Health and Hapinesse I do him wish;
And pray that he may long and happy raign,
And after Death in Heaven er'e remain.
Let Angels then conveigh his Soul to bless,
From Earth to Heaven's Eternal Happinesse.
FINIS.

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