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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

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 S IR 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 'T was of wonder and admiration 'T is 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 'T was 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

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

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

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