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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

and triumph ouer me No no I will not they shall live to dye When I shall dye to live and glorifie The Generall of Heav'n within whose Tent I hope to rest where Time will ne're be spent But now ah now these lipps must bid farewell Methinks I heare Deaths Orator the Bell Plead for an issue and I must not stay Death comes in haste and I must post away Come then my tender Babes dearest Spouse Thou that wert alwayes constant to thy vows And let those short-liv'd armes of mine inclose You all together e're I doe repose My earth-defatigated limbs forbeare To drench my farewell in so large a teare My deare Relations if my wasting glasse Afford no sand I must be gone Alas Teares cannot hold my soul and woe may have More priviledge to take then he that gave My Iourney 's almost ended and I must Take up an Inn and lodge my self in dust Then shine upon me with the beams of mirth That I may say I saw a heav'n on earth A pleasing smile or two will make me know No paine in death but if in teares you flow Oh then But know my dearest Heav'n wil be A fitter husband for thee far than me Thou need'st not feare thy foes contriving harmes They cannot keep thee from his folding armes As they have done from mine oh may wee meet I dare not say within a winding-sheet For I am sure those weeping Babes will misse Th' unwelcome absence of so great a blisse But when thy husband heav'n shall please to bring Thy soul into his Quire oh then wee 'l sing Prolonged Anthems where we shall combine Our souls together in a place divine Till then oh why why does thy trembling hand Freeze within mine Ah me why dost thou stand And gaze upon me are thy veins afray'd To entertaine thy blood has grief betray'd Thy fainting heart to death wilt thou precede My resolutions give me leave to lead The way to heav'n Alas and wilt thou die Because I cannot live cast back thine eye Upon thy Royall Issue doe but see How fast their sighes doe faile in tears to thee Oh let the sight of them revive thy heart Cheer up and give me courage to depart For they that dye because another dyes Usurpe a Death and make themselves a prize Doe not oh doe not thus torment thy soul For my departure if you must condole Condole my stay my soule desires to be Disolv'd Indulgent God and rest with thee A bed of Roses that 's a fading sweet Oh there 's no comfort to a winding sheet A Grave 's the best of Pallaces for there Is neither whining grief nor pining care Why should we scorne this earth that entertains Our wearied bones and hides us from our paines Earth is a place of worth yet would I have Not any dote upon 't but for a grave Now death march bravely on and let thy dart Sing as it flies unto my obvious heart What art thou daunted dost thou feare to kill Because I am a King what daunted still Why dost thou look so pale what art thou charm'd By Majesty or has thy self disarm'd Thy self or else art thou asham'd to doe So foul a deed or wil't thou not imbrew Thy shaft in Royall blood Come lay aside Thy feare and shoot or else my foes will chide But hold a while nor doe I bid thee stay Because my soul 's desirous of delay Once more thou sole Commandresse of my brest Draw nere before I fall into my rest Approach unto me let these lipps of mine Intaile a farewell on those cheeks of thine Weep not but let thy tender knees salute The ground with mine let 's labour to confute Our sorrows with our prayers and recommend Our souls to heav'n whose glory knows no end Thou great thou glorious thou all-ruling King Thou Rocke thou fountaine thou eternall spring Of Grace we that are cloathed with the night Of sin present our selves into thy sight And with unfained hearts devoutly pray That thou wouldst send thy Son to chase away Our soul-absconding clouds that thou mayst take A pleasure to behold us for his sake We beg this needfull grace in whom we know Thou art well pleased and to whom we owe A debt unpayable oh therefore let Thy satisfying mercy pay our debt Oh hear our prayers which strongly doe importune Thy gracious pardon though it was our fortune To be unfortunate yet let us be Indulgent Father fortunate with thee Forgive our youthfull sins and speak some peace Unto our souls and as our sins encrease So let thy mercy more and more abound That having lost our sins thou may'st be found Heal our back-slidings guide us in thy way That so our feet may never goe astray Oh blesse these blessings which thy blessed hand Bestow'd upon me let them fil the Land With good examples guard them from their foes And send them patience when thou send'st them woes Hear me for them oh God them for me And hear our Saviour for us all and be A Father and a Husband to them all And let me rise in mercy when I fall Strengthen their soules and teach them to renew Their patience when my soul shall bid adue To this infatuated world oh let Their hearts seclude all grief for 't is a debt That must be pay'd let thy exchequer take Such ill-coyn'd treasure as my soul can make Oh grant dear Father this my great request Then take me when thou pleasest to thy rest So now my joyes be chearfull let 's create A heav'nly mirth and let our sorrows wait Upon our pleasures let our watchfull eies Observe our Makers great Immunities Let 's first observe how his free hand provided For us before we were how he divided The water from the land and made it drie To entertain our feet and made the skie To give us light and afterwards he made Poor helpless Man that suddenly betray'd Himself to ruine and by deviation Abus'd the glory of his free Creation But see the bounty of our God above Who quickly turn'd his fury into love And sent a speedy balsom to make sound The deadly anguish of so deep a wound And shall we be ungratefull shall we not Remember him that never yet forgot To pity us and shall we waste our dayes In vain contentions and not give him praise That gave us his own Son whose willing breath Redeem'd our souls from everlasting death Alass how miserable had we been Had his spontanious death not stept between Veng'ance and us and shall we then deny What he requires if he command that I Retire unto him shall my soul refuse To run unto him and embrace the newes Oh no it must not hee 's accurst that shall Desire to stay if Heaven be pleas'd to call Death hath no ears to hear complaints 't is vain To weep for that which tears cannot regain You my sad standers by when death shall send A Message to my heart forbear to spend Offensive

courses till their strength is don I have a stream of grief within my brest That tumbles up and down and cannot rest I am resolv'd let death distwade to speak What Reason dictate or my heart must break I 'le mount the Stage let standers by behold My Actions for my sorrows must be bold I fear not those whose powers may controll The language of my tongue but not my soul Advance dejected souls hear reason call Let not the truth be passive though we fall Blush not to own those tears which you have spent In private for a Publick discontent Let not your tongues be Pris'ners to your lips When Justice cals oh let not fear ecclipse The light of truth rouse up your selves draw neer When Justice finds a Tongue finde you an eare The day 's expir'd bright Sal hath drawn his head Within the curtaines of his Tethean bed Where shall we hide our slumbring souls and lay Our wearied limbes till he renews the day A day Alasse have not our wretched eyes Seen a great fall can we expect a Rise Should Heav'n who justly may command his powres T' expel this light as we have lately ones What should we do where should we finde a sun That have by too much doing quite undone Our wilfull selves by snuffing out that light Which he inspir'd to guard us from the night Of sad confusion ah how could we spoile So pure a lampe and so usurpe that oyle Which was ordain'd to nourish us We run To light a Candle and put out the Sun In vain we waste our times and range about To look for new lights now the old Light 's out We seek and we may finde but heav'n knowes when Old lights were made by God new by men Shake England for thy Grand Vpholders down Thy feet have lately spurn'd against thy Crown Thy hands are daub'd with bloud one ruine calls An other to the others funeralls Destruction thunders and the earth is fill'd With doleful ecchoes bloud that hath been spill'd By unjust hands like seas begin to roare As if 't would take revenge upon the shore The whistling woods and their subjected springs Sends forth Elegious blasts each corner rings With unaccustom'd sounds All things expresse By thir prognosticating looks unhappinesse Deploring Philomel does now repeare Contristed notes upon her Thorny seat She has forgot those sweet no turnall notes Which lately charm'd all sorrow now she dotes Upon her woefull he prolixed tones And findes no sweetnesse in her bitter groanes The Commons of the aire conspire to throw Their Soveraign down and will not fly so low As formerly but are resolv'd to be Oppugnant to the Eagles Majesty How pregnant is Rebellion every where Not onely here on earth but in the aire Can thunder roare and not the lofty sound Be heard can Cedar fall unto the ground And not be seen can Mountaines shrinke away And not observ'd nor can there be a day Without a Sun nor can there be a night Without some darknesie can there be a light Put our unwanted or can murther be Committed upon sacred Majestie And not lamented sure no humane heart Can be so brazen as not to impart Some sorrow to the world for such a losse When gold is gone how uselesse is the drosse Now mournfull Muses light your Torches all T' attend your glory to his Funerall Shal our Mecaenas dye and you stand still And not appeare upon Parnassus bill Away away invoke Apolloes aide Tell him that your Mecaenas was betray'd To an unlawfull death and you desire To sacrifice a verse and then retire Could I translate my heart into a verse I 'de pinne it with my soul upon his herse Could I command the world I 'de make it burne Like a pure lampe upon his sacred Vrne Could I command all eyes I 'de have them make As a memoriall for great Charles his sake A sea of teares that after ages may Lament to see but not lament to say He dy'd without a teare and it should be Call'd the salt sea of flowing Loyaltie Could I command all hearts I 'de make them spend Some drops of bloud upon his tombe and send Millions of sighes to Heav'n that may expresse His death was Englands great unhappinesse Could I command all tongues I 'de make them run Divisions on his praise till time were done Could I command all hands I 'de strike them dead Because they should not rise against their head Could I command all feet I 'de make them goe And give the Son that duty which they owe To his deserts I 'm in a desert and I know not where To guide my steps that path which seemes most faire Broves most pernicious to me and will lend My feet a good beginning but no end Great Charl's oh happy word but what 's the next Bad 's th' application of so good a Text Is dead most killing word what is he dead Nay more if more may be hee 's murthered Ah then my thoughts are murther'd my sad eyes Shall never cease to weep his Obsequies I 'le turn this place into a bubling spring Of briny teares and then I 'le freely bring A Sacrifice to sorrow which shall be A flaming heart that 's crown'd with Loyaltie Now could I spend an age in thoughts and tyre The night with sighes methinks I could inspire Sorrow it self and teach it to proclaime What ruine waites upon our new-bred flame But 't is in vaine perswasions have no powre On them whose resolutions can devoure Both Law and Reason two most horrid crimes In these pernicious these contentious times Come then my thoughts and let us ruminate Upon our sorrows oh unhappy Fate Why didst thou snuffle out Charles his royal blaze In the Aurora of his well-spent days But 't is in vaine to blame thee for thy hand Cannot refraine to strike if God command Heav'n saw he was too good to be enjoy'd By us but not too good to be destroy'd For his owne glory let 's rejoyce we had So good a King but grieve to think how bad We us'd his goodness we may justly say He gave in mercy what he took away In Iudgment for his own commands appointed We should not touch much more slay his anointed And yet we have as if our hearts had sworn To contradict his will abus'd and torn His own Vicegerent to whose thriving hand He gave the Scepter of a glorious Land But now unhappy land thy glories fled Thy Crown is fallen and thy Charles is dead Goe then deplore thy self whilst others sing The living vertues of thy martyr'd King His glory shall survive with Fame when they Shall lye forgotten in a heape of Clay That were the Authors of his death their bones Shall turne to ashes as their hearts are stones But did my tongue expresse that they should be Forgot oh no their long-liv'd Tyranny Shall be perpetuall harke misfortune sings The worst of Tyrants kill'd the best of Kings He was the best what impious tongue

shall dare To contradict my language or impare His living worth and they that goe about To blast his Fame oh may their tongues drop out Pardon oh Heav'ns if passion make me breake Into extremes who can forbeare to speake In such a lawfull cause may we not claime A Priviledge to speak in Charles his name Is any timerous then let them keep Their language and reserve themselves to weep Is any Joyful let them keep their mirth To please the Tyrants of this groaning earth Is any sorry let them keep their grief Til Heav'n shall please to send their souls reliefe Did ever Iland find so great a losse Was ever Nation crownd with such a crosse Could ever Kingdom boast they had a Prince That could be more laborious to convince The errours of his times or contradict The dictates of his rage or be more strict In his Devotions ne're did Prince inherit So rich a Crowne with so inrich'd a Spirit He was the best of Conquerors he made Conquests of hearts although he was betray'd By some inferiour spirits which he found Had lately started from the lowely ground And were not worth a Conquest yet he gave Them more respect then their deserts could crave None could observe during the time he stood Before his Pilates that his royal blood Mov'd into fury but his heart was prone To hear their speeches and retort his own But when they found his language did increase With sense he was desir'd to hold his peace And some related that their furies bred Because his at inclos'd his royal head Good God what times are these when subjects dare Presume to make their Soveraign stand bare And when they sent him from their new made place Of Justice basely spit upon his face But he whose patience could admit no date Conquer'd their envies and subdu'd their hate Ah who could blame our Soveraign to decline Their ways and say were ever grief like mine First when his feet approach'd into the Hall The ill-tun'd tongues of sycophants would call Aloud for Justice though they never knew What Justice was yet still they would renew Their most confounding and discordious noates And baul for Justice with their sluce-like throats But he that Lambe of Patience never vented A word of anger but with speed prevented Their louder cryes and with a pleasing breath Reply'd If Justice can be gain'd by death Yea shall not want it only be content Yea may as soon endeavour to repent As now ye doe to spil my blood advise Your souls will suffer for your forward cryes Having thus spoke immediately he stept Unto the barre where for a time he kept Himself in silence like a sun he shin'd Amongst those gloomy clowds which had combin'd Themselves together plotting to disgrace His orient luster and impul'd his face And with a thundring voice they first salute His ears with Tyrant Traytor and impute Murder unto him With a pleasing smile He look'd upon them and a little while He made a pause but by and by he broke His silent lips and moderatly spoke To this effect May I desire to know From whence this great Authority doth flow That you pretend to act by If it bee Derivative I shall desire to see And know from whom till then I shall deny To give my tongue a licence to reply You are our Pris'ner Sir you ought not to Demand what your appointed Judges do For our Authority 't is known at large Unto our selves pray answer to your Charge Or els we shall proceed I thought t' have seen My Lords and Peers together that had been A means to make my fading hopes renew For most of them I know but none of you As for my Charge I own i● as a thing Of small concernment as I am a King You cannot try me what your new made laws May do I know not have a care and pause Before you act in Blood strive to convince Your stubborn hearts know I am your Prince Y' are but abortive Judges have a care Ye may be tangled in your own made snare Proceed ye can but throw me to the earth They which p 〈…〉 needs must own the birth God knows my heart 't is not my life that I Account of but my Subjects Liberty That 's all that I desire Sir now we must A little interrupt You 'T is unjust A Prisoner as you are should be allow'd So great a Priviledge Y 'ave disavow'd Our known Authoritie and make a sport Of reall Justice and affront the Court Feed not your guilty heart with such delay Waste no more time for Justice will not stay Pray give me leave to speak great Charls reply'd You ought not Sir to speak w' are satisfi'd Already of your guilt you must prepare To hear your Sentence and you must forbear Your vain and weak discourses Is it so He then reply'd that I am forc'd to go Away unheard Alas 't is not the voice Of Death can daunt my brest ye may rejoyce At my destruction though you have no ear To entertain my language Heaven will hear Take notice People that you King 's deny'd To speak Was ever Justice rul'd by pride Thus having laid the burthen of their spight Upon his head they sent him from their ●ight But he that was inspir'd by Heaven did show A countenance that did import their woe More then a sorrow for his death his face Was dy'd with honour theirs with foul disgrace His patience was their passions and they found His mind a kingdom where his heart was crown'd With constant love Oh that I could rehearse His living Vertues with a living Verse But now my Pen must leave Him for a time And dwell upon the mountains of that crime Which they committed Put a King to death Oh horrid action what venomous breath Pronounc'd that fatall Sentence May it live To poyson Scorpions and not dare to give The least of sounds to any humane ear Sure he was deaf himself and could not hear The cadence of his language for the sound Had been sufficient to inflict a wound Within his marble heart Oh such a deed Stabs Kingdoms to the hearts and makes them bleed Themselves to death to lose so good a King By such base means will prove a viperous sting To this detested Land If Kings transgresse And prove Tyrannicall we must addresse Our selves to Heaven and by our Prayers desire Th' assistance of his mercy to inspire Our souls with true obedience that we may Strengthen our selves and passively obey What actively we cannot for Kings reign By God we therefore ought not to maintain Our rage against them He that shall controul The actions of a King burthens his Soul With a most ponderous crime If to suppose But ill of Kings be sin oh how have those Transgress'd that have destroyd their King and made Him subject to bad Subjects that betraid Their souls to Tyranny Oh Heaven forgive What they have done and let their sorrows live Within their Souls