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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57191	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 / by Lancelot Reynolds, Gent.	Reynolds, Lancelot.	1662 (1662)	Wing R1319; ESTC R12010	34,891	114

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 S IR. 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 D R. 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

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

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 't was 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. S IR. 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 FVLFFORD 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 FVLFFORD 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 't was 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 't is 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