is Power and who may say unto him what dost thou Chap. 10. Vers 20. Curse not the King no not in thy Thought c. Job 34.18 Is it fit to say to a King thou art Wicked and to Princes ye are Vngodly BEtray'd by Tumults to a Bloody War And now Arreign'd at black Rebellion's Bar Where Lawless Law-pretending Traytors plead Religiously both for my Crown and Head Yet they to me the Priviledge deny To speak one Word my self to justify Is England's King become a home-born Slave Both Life and Liberty to Beg and Crave From those Blood-sucking Rebels who proceeds From open Traytors unto Regicides Is this the fate of Kings what then must be The just revenge of those who murther me If Reason Law Religion this allow To me their King what dare injustice do To these few Loyal Subjects who have stood With me in Tumults to the Knees in Blood Unhappy Nation thrice that dost not know This Visitation day and dismal blow Yet in my rigid Fate I 'll Kiss the Rod Submitting all in Patience to my God Without who 's Providence there is not found A Lark or Sparrow falling to the ground Then since all beings bow at thy Command Take Head and Heart and Crown into thine Hand Since thou my Friends removed hast from me My Counsellor Lord and my Safe-guard be If thou thy Power and Presence me bequeath I shall be more than Conqueror in death Though Faith be flown and Truth hath taken wings Let me prove Faithful to the KING of KINGS A Reflection on the Arreigument OF King Charles the First HEre lyes Treason in a Trap Rebellion did commit a rape On Loyalty and Traytours bring The Brat of Treason to the King To Father the Hop-gobling Elf Of Treachery against Himself Then Sophister you plainly lie Quae malum cannot appeti But it is true as it is said A Crown is of a Cob-web made In memoriam Caroli primi docollati Regis Magnae Brittanniae Franciae et Hiberniae c. CAROLUS REX anagramma Cras cro Lux. Ut CeCIDIt CaroLUs CasU praeCIsUs atroCI Cras LUX In CoeL ois ClarIor InqUIt ero Englished thus When Charles did fall And brake us all Struck through with fatal Sorrow He said I see That I shall be A Star in Heaven to morrow An Elegy On the Murther and Martyrdome of CHARLES the First King of Great Brittain c. 'T Is said late times and Ages could but bring Two names of good Kings graven in a Ring-three But CHARLES the Great and Good augments them And leaves the World a new TRIUMVIRI A Black Swan sure a KING that did excel All Learned Subjects under him did dwell In his Dominions what could be the cause ' Gainst Wisdom Knowledge Reason Natur 's Laws Great Brittain slew it self and Murthered It's greatest Honour and cut off it's Head Religion kill'd the CHURCH and LAW did fall And LOYALTY did tax the Crown for all Great Brittain's Blush rigidity of Fate Revenge without the meanest cause of hate A Pious King and Master of such Reason And Murthered Martyr guilty of High Treason ' Gainst whom I cannot tell in Love or Hate Nor no Man else but say it was his Fate What Contradictions and Enigmaes lye Within the Riddle of this Cruelty But by past Ages tell me if ye saw KINGS clear'd by Justice and condemn'd by Law What Law Rebellion only that dare bring Objections in against a Lawful KING But ther 's no need in such Self-murdering Treason To knock down Comradictions by sound Reason On the same HEre lyes Ashes pure and just More pretious than the Guiny-dust Our CHARLES that was both Good and Great Whom Envy murder'd in despite Cause his Perfections did appeal The World to show his Parallel The cruel Draco ne'r did bring A Law to Murther any KING But here s a Madness made of Must Which Rebels only own as Just In Brittain Great he once did Reign Both King and States-Man and Divine But here his great Crime only stood He was o'rballenc'd with too good But dying Martyr now we see Non ultra in Humanitie Then Traytour tell me if you can Though two parts Pruit and third part Man Was ever such a passage seen Since Pilate pester'd Palesteen On the same COuld Ashes speak or Dust prove Eloquent Dead Bones would cry and Martyrs wou'd lament This dismal Darkness which did blind our Eyes Which Law conceals and History denies This doleful Tragedy may let us see That God's Perntissive sometimes in decree That Men may know that he can bring to pass Wisely his work from Satan's Wickedness E'en so he from this Super-Treason brings True Loyalty to all succeeding Kings This Bloody Brutish blow may well detect What Treason is and break Rebellion's Neck For though 't is mask'd up in a smiling dress This turns it up and showes it's Nakedness A Babel's Brat Engraven with disgrace A Regicide with a Religious face Here 's REPUGNANTIA real or at least Hirco-Cervus or such another beast A show of Law which such sine tricks contains Can cut off Kings and break the hearts of Queens Great Brittain's MONARCH speechless here doth lye But cryes aloud the Nation 's Treachery His very Name foretold his future state By Anagram Cras ero Lux by Fare Which Divine Providence to him foretold The day before he Suffer'd to uphold Him in his Death though some ambitious Men Usurp the Glory to their pedling Pen. His Kingdom was his Cross which now doth burn And melts all Loyal hearts to Sigh and Mourn He famous was in Life and Death yet I Could wish his Life to live his Death to die CHARLES STUART Anagram THUS A CLEAR STAR did only set not die Parenthisiz'd not ended Monarchy King CHARLES the Second in the Oak PRetending Salus Populi To be Suprema LEX Here CAROLUS was forc'd to fly When Murdered was REX Arbor honoretur Cujus nos Umbra tuetur Heb. 5.8 Although he was the Son yet did he learn Patience by Suffering BEhold and See Upon this Tree The tastless Fruit of Treason Whereby we know That here below Is little Truth or Reason There 's nothing sure That doth endure By Fate or Chance choose either Here sits upon This Wooden Throne Both KING and PRINCE yet neither Loe every Bough That here doth grow Make hast they know not whether And envelop Upon his Top To Crown him altogether Each Leaf I 'll name A Diadem O Cruel English Nation These trifles be More true than thee Loe here 's a Demonstration Then Brittain Great This Emblem write And grave it on thy Nature That henceforth thou May still prove true And never play the Traytour On the Return of CHARLES the Second King of Great Brittain France and Ireland c. Psal 126.1 When the Lord turned again the Captivity of Zion we were like them that Dream WHen I cast up our by past Miscries And set our Floods of Blood before mine eyes And then behold our
Flosculum Poeticum POEMS DIVINE and HUMANE Panegyrical Satyrical Ironical By P. K. LONDON Printed for Benjamin Billingsley at the Printing-Press near the Royal Exchange 1684. READER This Poem is an extemporanian by-blow of the Muses brought forth into the World before its full time It is in puris or rather nudis naturalibus and beggeth a smile of acceptance for a Swadling-Clout to cover it's Nakedness Nothing can murther it but the Eye of a carping Critick Neither do I fear but an Ingenuous Reader will find a dish that can both relish his Tast and suffice his Appetite without any danger of a Surfeit There are some Typographical Errours a thing very absurd in Poesie but they are so obvious that none will impute them to the Author's Ignorance Therefore Pray Page 25. read the last two lines thus What need I care what Mortal Men can say Whilst Great JEHOVAH doth a Scepter sway Soli Deo omnis Gloria ALmighty Good Great Merciful and Iust The Angel's Joy of Men the Hope and Trust Heaven is thy Throne thou spans it with thine hand Non-entities obey at thy Command Earth's thy Foot-stool thou view's it with thine eye Yet both are narrow for thy Majesty All that we have we owe it unto thee Both Life and Breath and our Existencie Thou when we were o'r-guilt with Adam's stain Turn'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to restore's again And by thy Powr and Spirit did us call To guid our Feet from such another fall Thou' rt only good and he that loves not thee Is Satan's Slave and not as yet set free From strength of Sin which thou alone most high Didst overcome gave us the Victory Let Angels praise and Men adore thy Name And let all beings bow and pay the same Omniscience and Omnipotence are thine And thy Ubiquity admits no line Then let thy Kingdome turn to Monarchy And it's Duration be Eternity That Sin and Death may us no more destroy Then when Stars sung and thy Sons shouted joy To the Memory of KING CHARLES the First BLess'd Saint Great King and constant Martyr I Pay my small Mite here to thy Memory Yet these three Nations cannot all pay home The Summe that 's due Engraven on thy Tomb. Yet hope thy Blood ah Blood was guiltless shed No Vengeance cryes but our Sin pardoned Impute it not for boldness then that I Could wish thy Life to live thy Death to die INDEX ON Eternity page 1. The World's Unworthiness page 5. The Worlds Ingratitude page 7. The Stedfast Christian page 10. A Royal Meditation of K. Charles the First on his Arraignment page 11. A reflexfive Meditation on the same page 13. His Anagram composed by himself the day before he was c. page 14. An Elegy on his Murder and Martyrdom page 15. On the same page 16. On the same page 17. King CHARLES the 2d in the Oak page 19. On his Return and Restauration page 21. On the Death of MARY Q. to CHARLES 1st page 22. CAROLISMVS or the Sovereign touch page 23. An Anagram on JAMES STEWART page 25. Meditatio regalis de Curiae conjuâ—aâ— iâ— nibus page 28. A Conference 'twixt the sleepy Soul and the watchful Shepherd page 29. Promotion page 35. The great Oppressour page ibid. On the O. M. page 36. On the D. Y. page 37. On a Beautiful Young Lady page 38. On Mrs. M. F. page 39. On Mrs. S. G. page 41. On the same ibid. An Aâ—â—estick on Mrs. J. 〈◊〉 page 42. On Mâ—◠〈◊〉 F. page 43. A Complement to Mrs. R. G. page 44. The Luke-warm Lover page 46. Love's Valedictory page 47. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 page 48. On the Turk's defeat at Vienna page 50. A Plaudite on the same page 52. The Green-with Green coats Song page 55. A Prologue to a Play page 58. Another page 61. An Epilogue page 60. On the slow building of St. Pauls Church page 62. An Elogium on D. T. C. ibid. The noble commendation of S. G. G. page 63. The London-Monument page 64. My Lady's Train page 65. A Poem to one whose Loyalty was suspected page 66. A Reply to a Pasquil page 67. A Blow to the Hang-Man page 68. On the Memory of the Earl of OSSORY page 69. On the Memory of Mr. J. F. page 70. On the Memory of Mr. J. K. page 71. On Memory of a Married Maid page 72. On the Death of a Hopeful young Child page 73. An Epitaph on the Brother of Heliogabolus ibid. Regicida or an Epitaph on Old Nol. page 74. On Death page 76. The Statue Royal page 77. The description of a Lie and Character of a Liar page 78. The Character of a Fortune-Teller page 80. The Description of Drunkenness page 83. The Character of a Drunkard page 84. The Character of a Cuckold page 68. Isa 57.15 Thus sayeth the High and Losty One who inhabiteth Eternity Isa 66.1 Heaven is my Throne and Earth is my Foot-stool But to this Man will I look even to him that is Poor c. Eâ—cl 1.14 Thou sâ—â—â— all the works thâ—t are undâ—â— the Sun c. Prov. 8.31 I took my solace in the Compass of the Earth and my delight was with the Sons of Men. The Night 's far spent the Day draws nigh The Morning Star aloud doth cry Remember Long ETERNITY Joh. 5.7 There are three that bare Record in Heaven c. Joh. 1.18 No Man hath seen God at any time c. Joh. 14.6 No Man c. ETERNITI FathrÌ„ is not the Son is not the Holy gÌ„ is not the is God 〈◊〉 is is a threefold Cord is not eaâ—â—â— broken Faiâ—h hope Loue 1 Cor. 12.3 No man can say that Jesus is the Lord c. Joh. 15.5 Without me ye can do nothing Heb. 11.6 Without Faith it is impossible c. Rom. 8.24 We are saved by Hope 1 Cor. 13 1â— The greatest of thâ—se three is Love God is Love Heb. 3.12 Tâ—ke bâ—ed Brethren lest there be in any of you c. 1 Joh. 5.8 And there are three that bâ—re Witness in Earth c. Oft hâ—â—e I striven and labour given Eteraâ—l to sâ—an But still I find I bâ—at the Wind And end where I began POEMS On several Occasions Eternity WHat is Eternity A thing That 's round in fashion like a Ring It is a NOW that endeth never It is a LINE that lasteth ever 'T is semper Idem still the same An Abstract only known by name A Point that cannot be decided Substracted Added nor Divided It is a round long endless Sphere And sister-twins with Every-where 'T is Non ens clad in something 's dress It laughs the Arts and Sciences None can this clew of threed untwine Or it In terminis define 'T is absent still yet In Praesentia No Genus but all Differentia I trac'd it by a Demonstration 'Twixt Vaâ—tium and Penitration And though I did exactly mind it I lost my self but could not find it I did conclude it once to call A Forme though not substantial
now-returning King I 'm ready both at once to Weep and Sing But Melancholly hold for why should I My smile of gladness from this joy deny Since Providence dispenseth us a-pace Such Miracles of Mercy Acts of Grace As lately would have forc'd a States-man say Such things may be but per possibile Our Lawful King whom we had lost before No Host of Men but Angels doth restore Who 's Royal Peace-portending Scepter showes What Love he to his Loyal Subjects owes His flaming Sword of Justice doth discry All Traytours ought but Regicides must die Justice and Mercy sets us up on high Not as an Object of a new envy But that with Int'rest they may us restore All that we lost in Civil-War before Thus 't is most true what commonly is said A Morning clear succeeds an Evening red A Mournful Elegy ON The Deplorable Death of the Thrice Vertuous Religious and Renowned MARY Queen to CHARLES the First King of Great Brittain c. HEre lyes she that up did rear By stooping to a higher Spherâ— Of Vertue where her Memory Shall ever live and never die She was our Queen but we ingrate Threw fewel to her frowning Fate Who both by Birth Worth and Renown Deserv'd a Kingdom both and Crown Yet she by Fate or Fortune rather Had both and yet possessed neither She was a Mary by her Grace An Angel by her comely Face Who 's Parts and Person I may call In most respects Reciprocal She with her King our CHARLES the good Was almost sunk in Seas of Blood But both endur'd the Tempests rage And swam a patient Pilgrimage Then MARY since you overcame Take ARMY for your Anagram CAROLISMUS Or The Loyal Patient on the Sovereign touch MOunt Divine Muse with Loyal Wings and fly Above the Sphere of common Poetry Touch the Coelestial Orbs and sweetly sing And celebrate the praises of a King A King who 's Race unless experience lie Doth bear the Tincture of a Diety Who from his Cradle upward bore his Cross Through Seas of Blood who 's Billows did him toss From Kingdom both and Crown but all in vain The King of Kings restor'd them both again Yet though the Crown be purifi'd from dross The Kingdom sometimes makes him bear his Cross But Providence Iscariot Plots detects And turns them round upon the Traytour's necks Then Babel's brood smell Pope-adoreing band A Sweaty Toe I 'll Kiss a Sacred Hand Who 's Health-restoring Faculty is such It cures Diseases by a Soveraign Touch. Not by your Ripmish â—hocus hear-say tricks Nor Babilonian Holy-water bricks Nor i st a vain sophisticate Relation Of Pro or Con but real Demonstration Hence then hood-wink'd Impostors get ye gone Church Mountebanks stain of Religion Who Controversie end but in Contention And work your Miracles by Apprehension To His Royal Highness JAMES Duke of York JAMES STEWART anagram I MASTER AT SEA ONe's Name and Fate do oft agree So may it with your Highness be Succesful both at Lund and Sea On leaving the Wâ—â—out of the preceeding Anagram THe Royal Name will not admit A W to dwell in it Then to the Royal Race and True Be Real Loyal Single U. JAMES Duke of York Anagram Fa. Jes do my Work I shall not care at all what Men can say So long as great Jehovah beats the sway Meditatio Reg alis De Curiae Conjuration ibus Ejaculatio Spiritu alis In Curiae Conjuration es Eccles 1.14 I have seen all the Works that are done under the Sun and behold all is Vanity and Vexation of Spirit Psal 58.6 Break their teeth O God in their Mouth Meditatio Regalis THe Life of Man Is but a Span That endeth like a Taper A Royal Crown May tumble down Promotion's but a Vapour Ejaculatio Spiritualis Since thine 's the Right Withal my might Good God I unto thee Both me and mine Do all resign But only stand for me Meditatio The Church doth moan The State doth groan And no man knows the Reason The Court doth cry Conspiracy The Country eccho's Treason Ejaculatio Iscariots And and all their Plots Lord frustrate and deliver Both me and all Who on thee call That thou may'st reign for ever Meditatio Strength Wit and Wealth Beauty and Health Are all but Shaddowes flying Ther 's none that 's sure To live one Hour Our whole Lif 's but a dying Ejaculatio In Earth and Heaven All Power is given Lord Jesus unto thee Then bythy might Own thou my right My Sword and Safe-guard be Meditatio Our Life doth run Below the Sun Ther 's nothing that abideth 'T is here to day But flies away And in a Moment fadeth Ejaculatio Let Justice reign The Gospel shine Faith Truth and Mercy be Our aim that all What e'r befal May Center'd be in thee Bellum Intestinum A Battle 'twixt Nature and Grace Or A Conference between the Watchful Shephard and the Sleepy Soul Gen. 25.23 The Elder shall Serve the Younger Cant. 5.4 My Beloved put in his Hand by the hole of the Door and my Bowels were moved for him Rev. 3.20 Behold I stand at the Door and knock Shepherd Awake poor Soul and come away From sleep of Sin 't is break of day Make hast ther 's no time to delay Soul Thy Invitation I deny In Worldly Pleasures I do lye Too sweet so soon to be lay'd by Let those who are decripit Old Delight to hear such tidings told When spring of Youth turns winter cold Shepherd Me Angels praise and Men adore The Devils tremble Seas doth roar Yet flowes no further than her shoar I with my Hand the Heavens do span The Wind bind in my fist I can Yet my delight still is with Man I di'd that I Death's Death might be I gave my Life for life to thee And must I thus requited be Poor Soul thy Life is but a flower That springs and withers in an hour And Satan stands before the Door If Death step in and but make bold Thy short life's Riddle to unfold Wher 's spring of Youth or winter cold Soul I can not leave my Glass of Wine My dainty fare Apparel fine For things they tell me are Divine I must carouze a while and rant My Revelling's I will not want And yet for all I 'll die a Saint Shepherd Can Dark and Light together dwell The one the other doth expel Such Saints are turned into Hell Take but a sound advice of me Leave off the World 's base Slave to be An Hundred fold I 'll pay to thee Thy Life is but a Sorrowes scheme Thy Pleasures are but flying fame And dross to what should be thy aim Soul Then tell but what thou'lt give to me And what I must pay back to thee Or if I shall receive all free And I will leave this World behind And follow thee because I sind My joyes do but molest my mind Shepherd My Name is Wisdom and I stand Far off and yet I 'm nigh at hand He 's Wise that