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A56858	Regale lectum miseriæ, or, A kingly bed of misery in which is contained a dreame with an elegie upon the martyrdome of Charls, late King of England, of blessed memory, and another upon the right Honorable the Lord Capel : with A curse against the enemies of peace, and The authors farewell to England / by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q135; ESTC R5228	28,866	72

Oh make them to behold Their errours Let not Conquest make them bold Here stop my Muse le ts labour to accost Our former Glory Charles though we have lost His sacred Person yet we must not lose His happy memory Ah who can chuse But sigh when as they seat his glorious name Within their serious thoughts If ever Fame Receiv'd a Crown it was from Him whose worth My wearied Quil's too weak to blazon forth And when the best of my endeavour's done I shall but light a Candle to the Sun Yet will I spend my strength a feeble light Plac'd by a greater makes it shine more bright He was 't is not unknown to all the earth A Prince by vertue and a Prince by birth In the exordium of his Reign he swaid The Scepter of this Land till time betraid Cupid and Mars with a Majestick brow And made his chearfull subjects hearts to bo● In honor and it could not be exprest Whether he rul'd himself or Subjects best He was a Prince whose life and conversation Impoverish'd vices and enrich'd his Nation With good examples Honor never found So sweet an harbour Vertue never crown'd So rare a heart Love reign'd within his eye And there was clothed with Divinitie Vertue and Majestie did seem to strive Within his Royall brest which should survive In greatest Glory but 't was soon decided Martha and Mary would not be divided No more would they there was a sympathie Between them both for if the one should die The other could not live they were combin'd Within his brest and could not be disjoynd O happy is that Land where Vertue shall Meet Majestie within a Princes Hall He was a King not onely over Land But over Passion for he could command His Royall Self and when approaching trouble Assaild his mind his wisdome would redouble His present patience and he would allow The worst of sorrows a contented brow His undivided soul was alwaies free To propagate the works of Pietie His heart was still attracted to good motions By the true Loadstone of his firm devotions He alwaies studied how to recompence Good deeds with full rewards as for offence He sooner would forgive it then impose A punishment his meekness made his foes Grow supercilious and at last they made A private snare and zealously betraid The Lord of Englands life whose free consent Granted them a Triennial Parliament To salve the Kingdoms grievances but they Took not the grievances but Him away It could not be distinguish'd which did reign Mars or Apollo most within his brain He was a Cesar and the equall fame Of War and Wisdom dwelt upon his Name As for his Martiall parts Edge-hill will bear An everlasting record how his care And resolution did maintain that Fight Till day submitted to th' incroaching night Although Heavens General was pleas'd to bring Such small conditions to so great a King We must not judge that 't is success that can Procure the title of a valiant man For that will but instruct him how to fly Upon the wings of popularity As for his Theologick parts I may Without presumption absolute say He was a second David and could raise A lofty strain to sing his Makers praise Read but his Meditations and you 'l finde His brest attain'd an heav'n-enameld minde Now Reader close thine eys and do not read My following lines except thy heart can bleed And thou not die Ah here 's a mournfull text Imports a death Suppose what follows next And 't is enough Oh that I could ingrosse The Language of the world t' expresse this losse Break hearts weep eys lament your Soveraign's And let Him swim unto his Funerall In Subjects teares oh had you seen his feet Mounted the stage of blood and run to meet The fury of his foes and how his breath Proclaim'd a correspondency with death Oh then thy diving heart must needs have found The depth of sorrow and receiv'd a wound That Time could not recure oh such a sight Had been sufficient to have made a night Within this little world hadst thou but seen What soule-defending patience stood between Passion and him with what a pleasing grace As if that death had blush'd within his face He look'd upon his people which surrounded His mourning Scaffold whilst his thoughts abounded With heav'nly ruptures his Angellike voice Taught Ioy to weep and sorrow to rejoyce Teares blinded many that they could not see So bloody so abhorr'd a Tragedy He look'd as if he rather came to view His Subjects then to bid them all adue Feare had no habitation in his breast And what he spoke was readily exprest Heav'ns sacred Orator divinely typp'd His tongue with golden languages and dipp'd His soul in Loves sweet fountaine so that all That lov'd admir'd and griev'd to see him fall Whil or he submitting Prince devoutly pray'd That Heav'n would pardon those that had betraid His body to the grave as from his soul He had forgave them all and did condole Their sad conditions having spent his breath He yeelded like a Lamb unto his death Much more he utterd but my burthen'd Quill Recoils and will not prosecute my will My Pen and I must now abrubtly part Pardon oh Reader for love bindes my heart With chains of sorrow let me crave what I Shall want in Language that thou wilt supply In Meditation But before I let My Quill desert my hand I 'le make it set This Tragi comick period to my story Charles liv'd in trouble and he dy'd in glory FINIS Habakkuk chap. 1 ver 13 Thou art of purer eys O God then to behold evil and canst not look on iniquity Wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devoureth the man that is more righteous then they AN EPITAPH Vpon Caines having kill'd their Abel lay'd Him underneath whom they betray'd And forc'd to death Kind Reader know Religion was his overthrow Lament lament this fatall losse England never had a Crosse So Great as This Let every Eye Keep teares to weep his Elegie I may presume to say a Tombe Never had a richer wombe Goe not till your sorrowes have Offered teares unto his grave Faile not to spend some reall groanes Except your hearts are turn'd to stones Now methinkes his ashes cryes Guiltlesse blood 's a Sacrifice London lately lost her heart And is sicke in every part Nothing could appease but bloud Death took her King and left a flood FINIS AN ELEGY UPON The Right Honorable the LORD CAPELL Baron of Hadham Who was beheaded at Westminster for maintaining the ancient and fundamentall Lawes of the Kingdome of ENGLAND March the 9. 1648. Heu●jrc●t aut fuctis vivat ubique suis DIsturbe me not my thoughts are mounting high To build a Nest for Capells memory Fool that I am I doe not meane a Nest No nor a Kingdome neither that 's the least Of all my thoughts It is a world that shall Be rul'd by Capells eccho

Regale Lectum Miseriae OR A KINGLY BED OF MISERY In which is contained A DREAME WITH An Elegie upon the Martyrdome of CHARLS late King of ENGLAND of blessed Memory AND Another upon the Right Honorable the Lord Capel With a Curse against the Enemies of Peace and the Authors Farewell to England By JOHN QUARLES Printed in the Yeere 1649. To that Patronesse of Vertue and most illustrious Princesse ELIZABETH The sorrowfull Daughter to our late Martyr'd Soveraign CHARLS King of England c. Most vertuous Princesse AS this subject which my zealous presumption presents to your serious view is a compound of joy and grief so I hope it will furnish your Royall breast as well with the raptures of joy as the principles of sorrow Madam I am confident that I may without adulation say that your Royall Fathers death gave a life to Vertue And as we have a sufficient cause to deplore the absence of his Person so we have an undeniable reason to rejoyce for the presence of his perfections which will build everlasting Pyramids in the hearts of those which were his loyall Subjects Madam although Heaven hath been pleased to diminish your joyes in this miserable Kingdome yet no question but he will hereafter multiply your pleasures in his own In the mean time may the Glories of heaven and the Meditations of your incomparable Fathers vertues keep a constant correspondency with your Royall heart as it is the unfained prayers of him who dedicates himself to your Highnesses perfections and is MADAM A sworn Servant to your Vertues JO. QUARLES To the Reader Courteous Reader I Have not much to say in my own defence for the weak performance of this work which I confesse was hammer'd out of a disturbed mind therefore if there be any thing in it contrary to thy disposition I shall desire thee to moderate thy passion and pardon my imbecility for it is generally known that errours in grief are incident to all as for the errours of the Presse I suppose them pardonable in respect that it hath received many interruptions and hast joyn'd with feare are conductours to mistakes Now Reader my occasions beyond Sea advise me to bid thee adieu the worst that I can expect to suffer abroad is but the extremities of Warre and the best that I can expect at home is but the worst of miseries if therefore there be a necessity of suffering I conceive it to be the best of sufferings to suffer with the best of sufferers whose faithfull Subject I am and thy Servant Reader if thou art Loyall JOHN QUARLES A Dreame MOrpheus thou Turn-key to all humane sense Unlock my brain that I may flie from hence Out of this Cage of sleep let me not lie And drown my senses in stupidity My thoughts surprise my thoughts I cannot rest I have a Civill Warre within my brest I 'me full of thoughts what uncontroled streams Flow from the fancies Ocean Oh! what dreams Have sail'd into my stormy mind And bring No other burthen with them but a King A King could I but kisse that word and not be thought An Idolizer 't is too great a fault To kisse his hand Nor can I think it strange For times maners needs must have their change 'T is true I dream'd methoughts my watchful eys Observ'd a King and then a sacrifice And ravish'd with that majesty and grace I saw united in his modest face I ran to kisse his hand but with a fall I wak'd and lost both King and kisse and all And thus restored to my former sense I thus proceeded in my thoughts from whence Arise these fancies what did fancie meane To cause a sudden fall to intervene Between a kisse and me 't was an abuse That runs beyond the limits of excuse I was enrag'd to think that I should misse Being so near his hand so sweet a kisse I check'd my fancy which was too precise To make me run so fast yet lose the prize Thoughts follow thoughts and when the first is spent A second rises which does oft prevent An inconvenient action many time A second thought gains virtue by a crim The first being banish'd reason thought it good To place a second where the first thought stood And then I found my active fancy play d The Politician and that thought allay'd The former flames of passion in my brest Then was I pleas'd with what my thought exprest Which was to this effect Me thoughts I saw A grieved King whose very looks were Law He sigh'd as if his tender heart had taken A farewell of his body and forsaken This lower world his star-like eyes were fixt Upon the face of Heav'n his hands commixt His tongue was parsimonious yet my ear That was attentive could not prevail to hear This whis'pring eccho Oh be pleas'd t' incline Thy sacred eares was ever grief life mine Was ever heart so sad was ever any So destitute of joy that had so many As I have had though all be snatch'd from me Yet let me have an intetest in thee Oh Heaven and there he stop'd as if his breath Had stept aside to entertain a death My soul was ravish'd and the private dart Of new-bred love struck pity in my heart I could not hold but silently bequeath Some drops unto the ground my soul did cleave Unto his lips for every word he spoke Was ponderous and would have easily broke Th' obdurest heart I turn'd away my eye And suddenly methoughts I did espie A sacrifice which when I did behold My bloud recoiled and my heart grew cold I was transported and methoughts the place Whereon I stood seem'd bloudy for a space I trembling cast my wearied eyes about Thinking to find my former object out But he was gone and in his room was plac'd A many-headed monster that disgrac'd The very place they vanish'd then appear'd A large pretending rout as well be-ear'd As Balam's Asse methoughts they did excell The Asse in eares but could not speak so well Methoughts they call'd a Counsell to contrive Their high designs and zealously dissive Some great Offenders that they thought too wise To live amongst such eares such cast-up eyes One I observ'd amongst the studious race That had methoughts a bone-fire in his face Another I descry'd amongst the pack That seem'd to bear a Kingdome on his back Another I beheld which pleas'd me best That could not rule himself yet rul'd the rest Another I espy'd which seem'd to look And read but at the wrong end of his book Another I observ'd which seem'd to weep And in conclusion pray'd himselfe asleep Another I descry'd among these Brothers That vow'd 't was right because he 'd please the others Another he stood up and wisely broke His long-kept silent lips and thus he spoke Come let 's no longer now be kept in aw I 'me sure our welfare is the Supreme Law A King that 's nothing but a power that is Subordinate the Lawes are ours not His Is 't not

tears but rather joy that I Am gone before you to Eternitie Where now me thinks I see you all and hear The lofty Seraphims salute my ear With heav'n-bred raptures which does even woo My soul out of my ears I long to go And fill my self with melody and sing Perpetuall Halelujahs to my King So now my wasting lamp begins to blaze Come Death and put a period to my dayes Let out my life that I may flie unto My God and bid this loathed world adieu Adieu vain pleasures of unconstant earth Adieu false joys and world-derived mirth My dear Relations I must now expresse A farewell to you all and then addresse My self to Heaven within whose Court I shall My soul now tels me shortly meet you all Till then enjoy what heav'n shall please to give And rather study how to die then live Make use of time and languish not in vain Those hours which cannot be recall'd again Comfort each other and if fortune frown Smile ye at fortune lay your sorrows down Before the face of Heav'n and he 'l relieve Your pining wants oh let your hearts not grieve For food and raiment labour to be true And he that feeds the Ravens will feed you Oh let your morning thoughts be sure to mount To Heav'ns high Altar give him an account Of all your actions they which every day Make their accounts to God prepare a way To go to heav'n But time will give me leave T' expresse no more my soul begins to cleave Unto a blest Eternitie my heart Declares unto me that I must depart Time whets his sithe Oh do not ring my knell With sighs and sobs farewel my Joys farewell So now the Load-stone of this world shall have No art t' attract my soul I 'll not enslave My self to earth shall transitory toyes Surrept my soul from heavens eternall Joys Oh no they shall not Now I 'll dedicate My self to thee my God who didst create Both soul and body thou that knowst the thoughts And hearts of Kings and numerates their faults Pardon what I have done amiss to thee Forgive my enemies Thou knowst I 'm free From what I suffer for thou knowst my hands Are cleer from blood thou knowst that my Commands Were not tyranical thou knowst my brest Was never stain'd with Treason My request O God is this that thou wouldst make them know And timely feel what a most wilfull blow Th 'ave given to their Consciences oh turn Their flaming hearts to thee which daily burn Against thy servants cause them to relent And let their griefs induce them to repent Be mercifull to them as they were cruel To me and mine oh quench the blazing fuel Of their desires gives them not their deserts But wash my blood from their unfountain'd hearts And as for me presented to thy eyes Suppos'd as an attoning Sacrifice By them whose seven-years malice have contriv'd My downfall when my body is disliv'd Receive my soul into thy glorious Tent And mak 't a member of thy Parliament Now farewel world and dirt-composed Crowns Farewel earths smiles and fortunes surly frowns Farewel to you that thus my life expell Oh may my farewell make you all farewell Reader the sound of death hath made me start Out of my slumbers and my wak'ned heart Trembles within me Oh what shall we doe Oh may I never dream to dream thus true But since 't is so kind Reader let thy eie Survay the paths of his sad Elegie Lavish not out your tears too fast but keep A strong reserve your eyes must bleed or weep Till then adue and when I meet thee there Reader assure thy self I 'le spend a teare AN ELEGY UPON That never to be forgotten CHARLS THE FIRST Late but too soon Martyr'd KING of England Scotland France and Ireland Who with unmoved Constancy laid down His Life t' exchange it for a heav'nly Crown January 30. 1648. In adibus Regum Mors venit Printed in the Year 1649. AN ELEGIE UPON That never to be forgotten CHARLES THE FIRST WHat do I dream or does my fancy scatter Into my various mind a reall matter What ails my thoughts what uncorrected passion Is this that puts my Senses out of fashion Where am I hurri'd what sanguinious place Is this I breathe in garnish'd with disgrace Why what 's the reason that my eys behold These waves of blood Does the Red sea infold My shivering body Oh what stormy weather Was that which violently tost me hither Where am I now what rubicundious light Is this that bloudies my amazed sight What Reformation's this that 's newly bred And turns my white into so deep a red Awake my fancy come delude no more Say are my feet upon the English shore Sure not these are usurping thoughts that raine Within the Kingdom of a troubl'd braine If this be England oh what alteration Is lately bred within so blest a Nation My soul is now assured for I see Those lofty Structures where mild Majesty Did once recide abounding with a flood That swells and almost moates them round with blood England sad object that wer'● lately crown'd With a most glorious prince how art ' thou drownd In Royall bloud was not thy master-veine Open'd of late ah who can stop't againe Look round about thee and thou shalt descry How every face imports an Elegy Review thy self see how thou art ingrain'd With guiltlesse blood was ever Land so stain'd Needs must your hearts expect a cloudy night Now Sol is set and Cynthia wants her light And dost thou think O England to immure Thy self in bloud and alwayes rest secure Oh no assure thy self there is a hand That rules above which will correct thy land Be well advis'd oh Nation learn to know That language cannot ebb when bloud shal flow All hearts all eyes all hands all tongues all Quillt Will think wil weep wil write speak their wills I 'le not invoke this Subject will invite Th' obdurest hearts and teach that pen to write Which never fram'd a Letter and infuse The seed of Life into a barren Muse Thou gre●● Instructer teach me to distil An Eagles Uertues with an Eagles quil Rais'd by a f●ll my Muse begins to sing The melancholy farewels of a KING And is he gone I did not the dolefull Bells Dissolve when as they t●ld his sad Farewills If he be gone what language can there be Remaining in this Land except Ah me Ah me Ah lass how is this Realm unblest In such a loss I cannot speak the rest My Heart is full of Arrows shot of late From the stiff Bow of a commanding STATE Each wound is mortall yet in spight of pain I le pluck them out and shoot them back again And when my tongue shall empty out my heart Let Death surprize me with a single Dart I le strive t' outface Rebellion and my eyes Shall s 〈…〉 n all new invented Tyrannies Sorrow will not be tongue ty'd tides must run Their usuall