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A96784	Vaticinium votivum or, Palæmon's prophetick prayer. Lately presented privately to His now Majestie in a Latin poëm; and here published in English. To which is annexed a paraphrase on Paulus Grebnerus's prophecie. With several elegies on Charls the First. The Lord Capel. The Lord Francis Villiers.	Grebner, Paul.; Wither, George, 1588-1667.	1649 (1649)	Wing W3206; Thomason E1217_2; ESTC R204106	24,839	96

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NO more of Annals let great Rome grow mute In quoting Catiline or recording Brute Britain now wear's the Sock the Theater 's clean Transplanted hither both in Place and Scene No Vail nor Periwig-vizor Murther here Without a mask dare's on the Stage appear Out-facing even the Sun which oft hath fled And at less crimes shrunk in his frighted head Rome had som Plea though shee ne're justifi'd Those fatal Swords by which great Caesar di'd But here a greater far then Caesar fall's By a spurious Senate and her Cannibals How do that Monster-headless-multitude Gaze on the Beams and giddily intrude On 's Sacred Person murthering Him before The eies of Heaven and at His own Door A Prince so sweetly Pious Rebels must Confess 't is they were guiltie but Hee Just And now behold the Scene White-hall's decreed The fatal shambles where the Lamb must bleed White-hall from whence Hee oft dispers'd and hurl'd His Sacred Oracles through the Peaceful world There with an uncontrolled Courage higher Far then that Scaffold did His Soul asspire In glorious Elohims making His last state His Haleluiah or Magnificat Thus Great AUGUSTUS falling did bequeath New Edicts to the world even at His Death Such as did Screen His Memorie from the rust Of black Oblivion and embalm His Dust But Thou blest CHARLS whom Historie shall stile The Princelie Proto-Martyr of this Isle Fell'st Champion of the Church and did'st make good The Realms grand Charter sealed in Thy Blood And could this dismal shock of Thunder light Onely on Britain's breast and not affright The Vnivers to let us understand The general Dooms-daie of the world 's at hand Children unborn shall still bewail the time Of this sad Hour and deprecate the Crime Of those dire Regicides whose blushing guilt For Vengeance crie's loud as that Blood th' have spilt Thy Caus invoke's just Heaven and doth implore Confederate Princes to the farthest Shore Of all the world as far as Phoebus raie Doth guild the Zodiack and proclaim's the daie And yet should all these fail Blest CHARLS 't is known Thou 'st left a Princelie Progenie of Thine own Who ' l expiate Thy Murther OF resign Their own Lives too as Offerings at Thy Shrine And now see see another Phenix rise From the blest ashes of this Sacrifice A Second CHARLS who shall in fame asspire And grow more Mightie then His Princelie Sire And now O may th' unanimous world inthrone Him soon and re-invest Him in His Own May Hee out-live old Nestor's daie and go Not hence but cloathed in a Robe of Snow And then when envious Heaven too shall remove His Swaie from Earth O may Hee Reign above And meet His Sire wh ' having past this flood In Robes of scarlet di'd in His own Blood Sit's now a Crowned Martyr and hath free Title to add a Fourth Crown to His Three Sur la mort de CHARLES I. Deffunt Roy de la Grand Bretaigne SONNET ANGLOIS est il donc vray que ce PIEUX MONARQUE Que Trois Peuples ont veu Regner si Justement Ainsy q'un Criminel assiste en jugement Et puis souffre le coup de la Mortelle Parque Est il vray que Charon ose amener sa Barque Jusques dessus le seuil de ce Grand Bâstiment Qui fut de son Palais le plus bel ornement Et que son sang l'ait teint d'une Eternelle marque Ouy mais malaisement chez la Posterité Ce recit passeroit pour vne verité Tant de cet attentat les coups sont effroyables Si la Foy n'enseignoit un Christ persecuté Ou que lon ne s ' ceust pas Que regnersur des * Diables Est un pas dangereux pour tant de Pieté In MARTYRIUM CAROLI I. Epigramma DUm Populi curas REX per Tua damna salutem Jure novo veniunt jam nova Regna Tibi Quarta etenim Triplici superadditur ista Coronae Quòd moriens Populo MARTYR es atque Deo E vivis ereptus IIII. Kal. Febr. Anno Aerae Christianae MDCXLIX In CAROLI I. obitum Epigramma GRex erat viridi carpebat gramina campo Grex felix fidus cui modo Pastor erat Lex erat justae lis omnis subdita legi Lis felix Legis cui modo Lator erat Rex erat placido Rexit Moderamine Pastor Et Legis-lator plangite justus obit Nunc sine lege Duces sed non sine lite furores Nunc sine Pastore est Grex sine Rege Thronus Omnia Rex Lex Grex jam sunt pessundata Terris Quid superest nisi Faex Plebs ferè victa jacet Epigramma Historicum De Termino Hilarii Juridico in Angliâ intercalato Anno Dom. 1649. TErminus en Hilar I fuit hoc tristissimus Anno Purpura Regalis tincta cruore Togae In terra retinent spinas Diademata Regum In Coelo electis grata Corona datur Memoriae Sacrum Optimi Maximi CAROLI I. GReat SIR Your pardon that my ruder Vers Dare's with her Feet profane Your Sacred Hers True Grief no Manners know's and to begin With Courtship were but ceremonious sin Whiles You surviv'd blest SIR my Loial breath Still waited on Your Service and since Death Sent by the Actors of so black a Treason As puzzles Faith and quite confounds all Reason Hath hurl'd You hence You justly SIR may call My Bodied thoughts to wait Your Funeral My dwindling-dwarf-like-Fancie swell's not big Nor know's to wear a borrowed Periwig Of Metaphors nor from Parnassus rise To ransack far-fetch't Phrases from the Skies Since all those pidling Epithites are too brief Great CHARLS to shew Thy Glorie or my Grief Go thou grim Conqueror search thy kingdom through Examine everie Vrn and Pitcher too Taste all thy Earths and call at everie Grot Even those whose Names Rust the Worms have got And tell mee if in all thy Dark-hous bee Snch a Prince faln and Prince though faln as Hee Greatness and Goodness too which seldom fall Within the Compass of the self-same Scale In Him were poized and divinely met Whose Meekness made Him Good and Mercie Great His Meekness oh that inexhausted Mine And Magazine of Moral and Divine Graces which like the influence and the bright Beams of the Sun fill'd Britain with their Light But why am I thus partial when that all His Thoughts Words Actions were Angelical Which like fix't Load-stars did direct most men To sail by th' Compass of His Life and Pen Each pious action was so chaste and such As held it sin to think but death to touch His Mercie such as if Hee did but live To know His Subjects failings and forgive Unheard of Love which could offences mask And sooner grant their Pardon then they ask Thus was His Life un-pattern'd but His Death Oh how the sens which suffocate's my breath Curdle's my blood and like swift poison flie's In curling flames through all

qui durabit in Imperio tres annos aut circiter At postea idem Populus eliget alium Imperatorem Equitem non ejusdem Familiae nec Dignitatis cui detrudet omnia sub pedibus suis durabit aliquantò longiore tempore post hunc eliget nullum Post hunc apparebit quidam CAROLUS è CAROLO descendens cum immensâ Classe in Litore Ditionis Patris sui cum Auxiliariis Danicis Suedicis Hollandicis Francicis prosrernet Adversarios Suos administrabit Imperium perfelicissimè longè latéque dominabitur erit CAROLO Magno major Englished thus About that time a Northern King shall Reign CHARLS by Name who shall take to Wife MARIE of the Popish Religion vvhereupon Hee shall bee a most unfortunate Prince Then the People of His Dominion shall chuse to themselvs another Commander or Governor viz. an Earl whose Government shall last three years or there about And afterwards the same People shall chuse another Commander or or Governor viz. a Knight not of the same Familie nor Dignitie who shall trample all things under his feet Hee shall endure somwhat longer time and after him they shall chuse none at all After him shall appear one CHARLS descending from CHARLS with a mightie Navie on the Shore of His Father's Kingdom and with Aid from Denmark Swedeland Holland France shall overthrow His Adversaries and shall govern His Kingdom wonderful happily and shall bear Rule far and near and shall bee greater then CHARLS the Great A short Paraphrase on the fore-going PROPHECIE HOw well could Grebner in those Blinde Times see And in these Seeing-Times how blinde are wee Our new-Found-Lights are lost those squint-ei'd-Elvs And purblinde Seekers may now seek themselvs Who have thus err'd imagining Prediction Of Sacred Prophesie but som feigned Fiction But wee blest Grebner who have still admir'd And look't upon thee as som Soul inspir'd Will hold thy Saws no longer in suspens Wch now w' have reach't with th' Opticks of our Sens Since what was once Apocalyps is known The unridled Truth of Revelation Those two grand Champions that trode on the Neck Of Nations and had Kingdom 's at Their Beck Are both exstinct and Fame can onely give A bare relation that They once did live But Thou renowned CHARLS whose matchless Fate Design'd Thee a Victim to the People's Hate Maugre the malice of Thy Foes wert hurl'd With Haleluiahs from the wondring vvorld A Conqueror o're Thy doom from vvhence vvee may Infer Thou onely liv'dst vvee di'd that daie And now look back look back and have recours From whence these streams of Mischief had their sours Whiles those promiscuous Hodg-podg-Powers oppose Like high-swoln Floods that River whence they rose The Eagle thus dislodg'd a Wren-like race Of dunghil-Dors soon pierch't-up in His Place And Lapwing-Libertie e're fleg'd take's flight First hath her Champion-Earl the next a Knight Whose heavie Pressure hath so imp't her wings Shee hath lost by Consuls what shee got by KINGS And now but life's in Prophecie wee might Die and despair to see Thy Second Light Great CHARLS who like the Bridegroom of the daie Shalt gil'd sad Britain with Thy glorious Raie Whiles all those shower-shot Mushroms and those new Created Brats melt like the morning dew And all those Ignes fatui shrink and run Like Exhalations at the rising Sun This is the Wish great KING and pious Care Of those who piece-forth Prophecie with their Praier O may blest Grebner bee added to the Small Prophets and prove each line Canonical Whiles what in th' old Queen's Reign hee did divine May bee fulfill'd and ratifi'd in Thine O mai'st Thou Reign in Thy known Realms who art Inthron'd alreadie in Thy People's heart O mai'st Thou Rule and spread Thy Fame through th' whole Earth from the Artick to t' Antartick Pole Till the just world with Grebner shall maintein Thee a mightier Monarch then brave Charlemain FINIS Aeternae Memoriae ET SANCTIS MANIBUS CAROLI I. Nuper MAGNAE BRITANNIAE REGIS Pientissimi Nunc verò Angliae Proto-Martyris-Regii Gloriosissimi SACRUM In iniquitatibus illorum Gloriam Tuam perfecisti Typis excusum Anno CAROLI Martyris primo 1649. Aeternae Memoriae CAROLI I. c. NE jam Roma tuis Catilinae crimina chartis Devoveas jactésve tuos ô Brute triumphos Major enim quàm quum vidisti haec Monstra Britanne Disque exosa magis tractatur Scena Theatro Non Patriae furtim ferales subdere taedas Conjurata manus tentat non Publica caecis Nunc petitur Res consiliis non dira recessus Infandum molita nefas jam quaerit Erynnis Sed testem te Phoebe vocat quem caena Thyestae Crimine velavit quondam polluta minori CAESAR enim periit justè quum Roma Tyrannos Extimuit veróque nefas culpante Senatu Plaudente hîc Illegitimo REX CAESARE MAJOR Fata subit laetus Themidis faedátque secures Dum non visa priùs Populis spectacula praebet Turba ferox Regis Sacram scelerata prophanat Cervicem Proprii sub limina Sancta Palati REGIS quo Melior nunquam vel Justior alter Lubrica vesanis admovit fraena Britannis * Hîc ubi vicinis quondam responsa Legatis Ipse dabat toto spargens Oracula Mundo Insignis Triplici Diademate saeva securim Dextra parat verùm immoto jamjam ultima vultu Fata videt Mortémque Hostésque in Morte triumphans Calcat intrepidus minitantem despicit Ensem Non minus Augusto spectandus lumine Coeli Mox ut abiturus sacras sublimis ad Arces Quàm Populo quum jura dabat Sic CAROLUS astra Divorúmque domos petit * sibi cognita Regna Indomitóque Tuas animo Themis Anglica Leges Asserit propriae tua praefet jura saluti Sed cadet hoc fulmen nec totum terreat Orbem Legibus ô MARTYR Populóque ô victima nostris Non benè caesa malis mundóque ignota priori * Ovos venturi lugete haec damna Nepotes Quanta etenim tantos placabunt funera manes Caussa Dei Caussa haec Regum est quà lumina condit Quáque oritur Phoebus tangent Tua Fata Monarchas CAROLE dum Coelo volvetur Lucidus axis At conjuratae tandem Tibi sanguine dextrae Litabunt proprióque cadent Tibi victima ferro Dúmque Tuo è cinere ut Phoenix renovabitur alter Proxima quem Sceptri faciunt Tibi jura secundum CAROLUS atque Tuos vindex exsurget in hostes Tota secundabit Terrarum Machina votis Justa ejus conata Suis intérque Nepotes Heroüm in numero potiorem sera locabit Posteritas Tecúmque olim post fata beabit Suprema hunc Coelique domus Divúmque Corona Amen ô Deus O vindex scelerum Regúmque custos To the Sacred Memorie of that late High and Mightie Monarch CHARLS the FIRST Hee who fell Jan. 30. 1648. the Princelie Proto-Martyr of Great BRITAIN

my Arteries Hee di'd by th' barbarous hands of such a Frie As fed on Furies and have dreined Drie The Lerna of all Murthers to new-stock Mankinde with spreading Crimes such as may mock Preceding Treasons and the world supplie With a strange Mould to cast all Future by All former Acts were fictions unto this Raviliacks too is a Parenthesis A Murther so transcendent Annals shall Henceforth grow faithless and Apochryphal But Thou blest Martyr who hast here laid down And chang'd a Temporal for a Glorious Crown Hast finish't Thy great Work and by th' event Attain'd more then they promis'd but ne'r meant Rest ROYAL SIR rest in Your Sacred Hers While wee embalm Your Memorie with our Vers And trickling Tears which shall like Pearls refine Your Urn and serv for Diamonds to your Shrine You need no other Monument who have No less then three whole Kingdoms for Your Grave Whiles from the melting Marble of their Eies Is Crystalliz'd this Epitaph Here lie's Honor's rich Fountain the True Faith's Defender Religion and the Law's Prop and Extender The purest quintessence of Christian Zeal Best Father both of Church and Common-weal Virtues rare Patern Wedlocks chastest Mirror Rebellions and bold Treasons Scorn and Terror The spotless Sacrifice for the wilde flood Of 's People's loud sins CHARLS the Great the Good CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI REGIS c. tricesimo die Januarii secunda hora Pomeridiana Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII Ter Deno IanI Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroLVs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptróqVe SeCVre CHARLS ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His Name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Loss Thrice cursed and forlorn Bee that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLS our Dread Sovereign hold lest Out-law'd Sens Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispens With those Celestial Powers and distrust Heaven can Behold such Treason and prove Just CHARLS our Dread Sovereign's murther'd Tremble and View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land Court Citie Countrie nay three Kingdoms run To their last Stage and Set with Him their Sun CHARLS our Dread Sovereign's Murther'd at His Gate Fell Fiends dire Hydra's of a Stiff-neck't-State Strange Bodie-Politick whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their Head CHARLS of Great Britain Hee who was the known King of three Realms lie's murther'd in His Own Hee Hee who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Die'd here to re-Baptize it in His Blood No more no more Fame's Trump shall Eccho all The Rest in dreadful Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom ne're Pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The Blow struck Britain blinde each well-set Limb By Dislocation was lop't off in Him And if Shee yet live's Shee live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion put's on Black Sad Loialtie Blushe's and Mourn's to see bright Majestie Butcher'd by such Assassinates nay both 'gainst God 'gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewel sad Isle Farewel Thy fatal Glorie Is Summ'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Storie FINIS OBSEQUIES ON That unexemplar Champion of Chivalrie and Pattern of true Prowess ARTHUR Lord CAPEL T' Is fals Astronomie Nor are wee yet In utter darkness though the Sun bee set Since Thy star-beaming-influence prove's all Those Rules Excentrick and Apocryphal Thou 'rt hight'ned by Thy Fall and dost now shine With doubled lustre since Thy last Decline Bright mirror of our Sphere who art no less Then Valor 's wonder Virtue's Master-piece Filling whole Volums with Thy Fame to tell The World Thy Worth was her own Chronicle To tell the World those Praises in the Wars Thou 'st purchas'd might bee numbred with the Stars And had Thy well-proportion'd-Daies been Spun Out by Thy Deeds Thou had'st out-liv'd the Sun Forcing the World's great Luminarie t' have His Chaös climacterick with Thy Grave Thus Thy renowned Meeds like Incens hurl'd On flaming Altars have Perfum'd the World With such rich Odors that scarce Envie knew Whether Thou wer 't to King or Realm most true Let State-Chronographers admire and plead Those Rites they ow to Honor when they read Thy rare Atchievements studying to refine The truth of Modern Historie by Thine Carthage bee dumb our Colchester stand's now Corrival with thee and dare's more then Thou And all those Punick Wars thy Walls could boast Have o're and o're been travers'd on her Coast Rome's three Horatii are pos'd our Isle Hath bred a Capel Lucas and a Lisle Whose matchless deed 's have Dub'd them with that late And glorious title of Triumvirate Whiles their transcendent merit strut's and strive's To stand on tip-toe in Superlatives And still there 's somthing more for what was mixt Promiscuously in these in Thee was fixt In Thee that Pythagorean Maxime's true And what was stale Philosophie prove's new Divinitie since th' Souls of all those Nine Renowned Ones Transmigrated in Thine But why do wee Adore Thee made immens And far sublim'd above our Sphere of Sens Scorning bright Obelisques of Brass or Stone Should rais Thy Monument who art Thine own Yet should'st Thou exspect a Shrine on Earth wee must Make Colchester th' Exchequer of Thy Dust Nor is it more then reason since 't were pitie To give Thee a less Church-yard then that Citie T' Interr Thee in her Breaches and o're-turn Her stately Bulwarks to support Thine Urn Whil'st the throng'd streets would justle to make room And spread their Towrs as Trophies o're Thy Tomb But this grand Task I recommend to those Who can limm Fancies in more lively Prose Whose Rhetorick may richly guild this Pile And rais Invention to a loftie stile Such as may Conjure Horror and oblige Faith-founder'd-Zelots to confess that Siege That fatal Siege whose Trenches were or'e-spread With mangled trunks and bodies of the Dead Till the discolour'd Earth thus di'd in Grain Blush't to behold such Shambles of the Slain And the pale Furies stood like heartless Elvs Trembling to see Men do more then Themselvs The Center-shaking-Brass grew hot and spoke In Flames of Lightning and in Clouds of Smoke And Charon fainted Ferrying Souls to Hell When Hecatombs of the Besiegers fell Amidst these Tragick Triumphs did'st Thou rear Thy brave Top-gallant 'bove the reach of Fear Undauntedly exposing Thy bold Head To shocks of Thunder and thick showrs of Lead Those Bullets were then Tame and wee may tax The partial Sword that spar'd Thee for the Ax. The Field th' Asylum of great Spirits clean Is changed here the Citie is the Scene The Cannon shew'd fair-plaie But Thou wer 't pack't Away not by an Ordnance but an Act. The Scaffold turn'd a Stage Where 't is confest The last Act though most Bloodie prov'd Thy Best It prov'd Thy solemn Coronation since The Yard 's Thy Palace and a Glorious Prince Thy President Who after Him art hurl'd To meet Thy Sovereign in another World Transferr'd from Earth to Heaven to remain A fixed Star and wait on CHARLS his WAIN OBSEQUIES Offered up