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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26246	A panegyrick on His Sacred Majesties royal person, Charles IId by the grace of God, King of England, Scotland, France, & Ireland, defender of the faith, etc. : and corronation, aut Cæsar, aut nullus / by Samuel Austin ...	Austin, Samuel, d. ca. 1665.	1661 (1661)	Wing A4257; ESTC R38675	9,307	29

A PANEGYRICK ON HIS Sacred Majesties Royal Person CHARLES the II d By the Grace of God KING OF England Scotland France Ireland Defender of the Faith c. and Corronation Aut Caesar aut nullus By Samuel Austin Jun. B. A. Com. W. C. Oxon. LONDON Printed for William Miller at the Acron in Saint Pauls Churchyard 1661. THE EPISTLE TO THE READER Reader I Have nothing here of my own to present you with that can in the least merit an acceptance from you but the Royall Subject of my Poem A Subject no less then a King and a King of that choice Eminence and Virtue that I feare as the Painter being not able to quicken a Beam into its native livelinesse doth soyle the Sunne in the attempt of Drawing its resemblance least I should not sensing this so great a Majesty decline from or lessen his glory If so in all submissivenesse I crave our Gracious Soveraigns pardon not yours who in this onely may be taxed as Criminall that His overheight and beaming lustre hath occasioned my default 'T is not for every one to lay a colour on Majesty and Majesty such as his is graced with the confluence of all perfections that humane nature can aspire unto or be capable of is enough to impoverish Learning and to reduce the very Eucrasie of mans wit unto a distresse in the description thereof And therefore none can justly blame me if I am not exact therein Reader I shall not flatter you into the Reading of my broken Numbers only tell you that the Subject deserves your Worship and choice respect though I do not And if there is any thing that may be accounted worthy of your Commendation impute it to the sence of so full a Majesty that hath overborn my Muse and ravished my spirit unto that daring height that I feare the issue may prove dangerous However I 'll adventure Be Candid Read it out and so farewell Samuel Austin Jun. B. A. Com. W. C. Oxon. The Author according as these find acceptance intends a larger Book of Poems The Subjects of which are these following KIng Charles the first his disguise King Charles the second his flight from Worcester Pair Royal of strength and beauty The Duke of York and his Dutchesse An Elegy on the Duke of Glocesters Death Christs love to his Church shadowed out in Joseph and Potiphars Daughter in a familiar Dialogue betwixt them The Drones Indictment of the Bee The Mystery of God in the World The unusefulnesse of the five Sences The Common Fire Two Lovers in one Heart The sensual Lover or an Old Man Courting a Young Woman in a Dialogue The high-way to a Throne and Establishment of Kingdoms Every Faction humour'd or the Humourous Sectary The Authors descant thereon Mr Clevelands Encomium by the Author styled the Poet Laureate A Copy on Mr Abraham Cowley and his excellent faculty in Poesy The young Mans speech to a silent Woman The Answer with the true Symptomes of Love Directions for a Maids Choice Upon the Oracle Upon Death procured by a sent or smell The Authors Answer to Mr Randolphs Poem styled Love fondly refused for Conscience sake c. As also Letters in Prose upon several occasions compiled by the said Author And the Authors Plea for old Philosophical principles against those that would obtrude Novelties or new uncertainties upon us under a kind of a humble affected Ignorance c. A Panegyrick on his Sacred Majesties Royal Person Charles the II d by the Grace of God King of England Scotland France and Ireland Defender of the Faith c. and Corronation Pindarique Ode The Authors humble Addresse to his Majesty GReat Sir may you be free To read your self by me The Sun is alwaies seen most trim and fit By Glasses which are useless without it You find the King and Saint I the Pencil and Paint You make the Sunne and light But I the sense and sight I give virtue the face or ey You its temper and gravity I alone the skin You all within You Majesty include I its similitude You glory Antidate I only do it state Rise then my Muse made Royall sing Thy new Relation to a King A King to whom thy all is due Who is both Great and perfect too THey that divinests objects would descry Must void their eye sight and through blindness try He that most Sacred things would find Must study ignorance to be blind Thus of a King to have a sight Requires the blotting out of light Aelian gain-said those Authors that allow'd Their clearest exposition in a Cloud But I them like that truth alone bears spice That doth exact Interpretation twice Thick darknesse there doth best expound Where the mystery is profound Had Scripture but one single glosse That might be questioned for drosse Was Truth at first clear to the eye All might suspect it for a lye They which will buy things of great price Must offer moneys for them twice A King is deep he that would sound His Grace must more then once expound Truest Divinity runs high to mark Its clearest revelation in the dark Faiths problem streams the soundest evidence And yet must not be cloy'd by humane sense Divines Preach plainest Truths whilst he that hears Is blind and deaf concealed eyes and ears Of hallowed things they deem too light That place them in the vulgar sight He that with reverence would mark A King must fold him up i th' dark The Prophets which things highest did dispence First spake the words and then contriv'd their sence Thus must I do in Writing of my Theame First speak It out then think what It doth mean Words utter'd without knowledge date Matters that do hold most of state But when chain'd up to one known sence They point out common excellence To Scan a King that 's perfect good Is to speak words not understood Kings walk like Saints i th' notion of sence As Angels skill the finest influence Mortals they are congeal'd of spirit and blood But in the flesh may not be understood A King beyond sence safe doth ly The Persian State holds Majesty Spirits trade not with Bodies Angels sway By inward thoughts and never sence their way Thus Scepters do Intelligences find Master the body while they rule the mind Princes distill their Influences such Which are not plain perceiv'd although they touch Their Power is hid by which they sway And ●or●● their Subjects to obey Rise Charles Your grace maintains that right Of living far above our fight Majesti's by Your Scepter blown You have known all and are not known A secret Virtue do you find To conquer both our heart and mind Your Scarlet was not dy'd at the first cast But after many a colour laid in wast The perfect ruling Dye sprang up at last You did not hastily Your Scepter catch But as those Kings whom none could match And had great matters to dispatch By an inter Regnum did You come To be establisht in the