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A56858	Regale lectum miseriæ, or, A kingly bed of misery in which is contained a dreame with an elegie upon the martyrdome of Charls, late King of England, of blessed memory, and another upon the right Honorable the Lord Capel : with A curse against the enemies of peace, and The authors farewell to England / by John Quarles.	Quarles, John, 1624-1665.	1649 (1649)	Wing Q135; ESTC R5228	28,866	72

place I am resolv'd to view within the space Of forty houres where I intend to spare Some time and see some Brethren I have there It is a goodly place as fame relates For there the Sisters live and all the States Truly th' are very godly and pretend Just like our selves to be a faithfull friend To King and Monarchy when as Alas And then I wak'd and let the other passe Unutter'd but indeed I do confesse I wish that I had heard a geat deal lesse And yet to speake the truth I was perplext Because I could not hear what follow'd next This was a midnights dream I was in pain Till night had lull'd me in her armes again And for the space of half a tedious houre I was disturb'd till sleep had gain'd some power Over my slumb'ring senses but at last Call'd to the bar of sleep I there was cast I had not long in peacefull pleasure slumber'd Before an interposing Dream incumber'd My quiet fancy suddenly my eare Was fill'd with such a noise as none could heare Without much fear as if th' incurved back Of burth'ned Atlas had begun to crack Me thoughts I saw the Heav'ns how they begun As if th 'ad scorn'd the glory of the Sun To frown upon the earth which seem'd to flame Like sulpherous Etna from whose bowells came Whole Regiments of Spirits which disturb'd The aire whose fury hated to be curb'd Me thoughts they were ambitious to expell Some Potentate and make his seat their Hell Me thoughts at last I slumb'ring seem'd to hear A single voice that whisper'd in my ear Yet thund'red in my heart which made me grone At every word exprest in such a tone Which would with great facility have turn'd A Tyrants heart or else consum'd and burn'd His breast to ashes and if language could Move pity in a flinty-soule this would He bolted forth his griefs like claps of thunder As if each word should cleave a heart in sunder His voice being guarded with a pleasing force I sacrific'd my ears to his discourse Me thoughts my soul my very ears were blest In giving audience whilest he thus exprest Oh Heaven oh Earth how can they chuse but frown To see them make a foot-ball of a Crown How long shall I be made an aim'd at mark Of pointed envy shall they make me dark That I made light and shall that light devoure The former principle Unhappy houre When my abused willingnesse was made A Stalk-horse unto those who have betray'd An Island unto tyranny whose Lawes Oppresse true Subjects and make me the Cause Malicious age and will their fury have No end untill it send me to my grve A grave most peacefull place for I 'm sure There 's no Rebellion there I 'le rest secure Where neither grief nor care shall dare torment My sublime soule there there lies true content There there 's the death of sorrow and the life Of peace and there a period to all strife There 's none can mock my woes there none can trie A King nor make a Garrison but I And what I spake my soul protests is true I am no slave to death but unto you My soul 's my Gods and Tyrants do your worst Jobs soule was free when 's body was accurst But you blood-thirsty Zelots learne to know You never can rise high if I fall low I feare no threats let torments all conjoine Themselves at last ye'l find them yours not mine What though I suffer here my sufferings shall Advance my soul May they not make you fall Let out my life go make a streaming floud And bath your selves in my diffused blood Let loose your Furies give your passions breath And let them bait my body unto death I am resolv'd my heart shall flie above The reach of fear and view the God of love Consider well what glory can accrew From my destruction to such soules as you Be not too rash but know a cause that 's dy'd In guiltlesse blood cannot be justifi'd A prosperous vice shall never claim a right To perpetuity 't will but in-right A totall ruin 't is a greater Fame To die with virtue then to live with shame Yee seek for truth and yet you go the way To make the field of truth a Golgatha There is a great antipathy between Faction and Peace and yet my eyes have seen How you whose restlesse spirits still increase With Faction seem to study for a Peace Do not mistake for they that will compose A difference must never do 't by blowes The want of apprehensions may discrie You nourish Spiders and destroy the Flie. Who glorious in a crime will in conclusion Receive a curse and with that curse confusion I long to be resolv'd pray tell me why Ye think ye cannot live except I die Your thoughts are vaine 't will be a tainted breath That had it's derivation from my death Am I Basiliske and can my eyes Devoure you for you know my body lies Subject to be destroy'd not to destroy By taking up of Armes your Kingly joy But you suppose if I should long survive I would become laborious and contrive Some new designes with my numerous forces Divert the streame of your unlawfull courses Make reason your Companions walke a while Consult together stride not o're the stile When as the gap lies open they 're unwise That will when they foresee a harme despise Preventing meanes for if you take this life From my enjoyment ye'le beget a strife That will not end and when that strife is bred Then will my wrongs survive though I am dead And you that caus'd my guiltlesse heart to bleed Will find another to revenge the deed Aske Heaven's forgivenesse for ye cannot crave Leave to abscond your crimes within my Grave Be well assur'd that ev'ry drop which parts Out of my veins shall cleave unto your hearts Like tangling bird-lime which will hold you fast And vengeance too shall find you out at last Heav'ns all-surveying eye must needs observe Your late unpolish'd actions which deserve As many torments as th' inraged hand Of veng'ance can impose or Heav'n command Did I not labour with a serious brest During the Treaty to restore some rest To this distemper'd Kingdome but the gales Of Malice were oppugnant to my sailes My heart was loaded with the large encrease Of hopeful thoughts my soul was fill'd with peace But at the last my hopes prov'd uselesse drosse And then I lost a Crown and found a Crosse Heav'n hear my wish oh grant I may commence A Doctor in the art of Patience It matters not how poor my Person be If at the last I may be crown'd with thee Thou knowst the secret corners of my heart Which is at they disposing for thou art The King of Kings and unto thee I 'le pay The tribute of my soul both night and day I am thy Subject give me grace to stand Firmly obedient to thy just command When for my sins I shall receive thy

tears but rather joy that I Am gone before you to Eternitie Where now me thinks I see you all and hear The lofty Seraphims salute my ear With heav'n-bred raptures which does even woo My soul out of my ears I long to go And fill my self with melody and sing Perpetuall Halelujahs to my King So now my wasting lamp begins to blaze Come Death and put a period to my dayes Let out my life that I may flie unto My God and bid this loathed world adieu Adieu vain pleasures of unconstant earth Adieu false joys and world-derived mirth My dear Relations I must now expresse A farewell to you all and then addresse My self to Heaven within whose Court I shall My soul now tels me shortly meet you all Till then enjoy what heav'n shall please to give And rather study how to die then live Make use of time and languish not in vain Those hours which cannot be recall'd again Comfort each other and if fortune frown Smile ye at fortune lay your sorrows down Before the face of Heav'n and he 'l relieve Your pining wants oh let your hearts not grieve For food and raiment labour to be true And he that feeds the Ravens will feed you Oh let your morning thoughts be sure to mount To Heav'ns high Altar give him an account Of all your actions they which every day Make their accounts to God prepare a way To go to heav'n But time will give me leave T' expresse no more my soul begins to cleave Unto a blest Eternitie my heart Declares unto me that I must depart Time whets his sithe Oh do not ring my knell With sighs and sobs farewel my Joys farewell So now the Load-stone of this world shall have No art t' attract my soul I 'll not enslave My self to earth shall transitory toyes Surrept my soul from heavens eternall Joys Oh no they shall not Now I 'll dedicate My self to thee my God who didst create Both soul and body thou that knowst the thoughts And hearts of Kings and numerates their faults Pardon what I have done amiss to thee Forgive my enemies Thou knowst I 'm free From what I suffer for thou knowst my hands Are cleer from blood thou knowst that my Commands Were not tyranical thou knowst my brest Was never stain'd with Treason My request O God is this that thou wouldst make them know And timely feel what a most wilfull blow Th 'ave given to their Consciences oh turn Their flaming hearts to thee which daily burn Against thy servants cause them to relent And let their griefs induce them to repent Be mercifull to them as they were cruel To me and mine oh quench the blazing fuel Of their desires gives them not their deserts But wash my blood from their unfountain'd hearts And as for me presented to thy eyes Suppos'd as an attoning Sacrifice By them whose seven-years malice have contriv'd My downfall when my body is disliv'd Receive my soul into thy glorious Tent And mak 't a member of thy Parliament Now farewel world and dirt-composed Crowns Farewel earths smiles and fortunes surly frowns Farewel to you that thus my life expell Oh may my farewell make you all farewell Reader the sound of death hath made me start Out of my slumbers and my wak'ned heart Trembles within me Oh what shall we doe Oh may I never dream to dream thus true But since 't is so kind Reader let thy eie Survay the paths of his sad Elegie Lavish not out your tears too fast but keep A strong reserve your eyes must bleed or weep Till then adue and when I meet thee there Reader assure thy self I 'le spend a teare AN ELEGY UPON That never to be forgotten CHARLS THE FIRST Late but too soon Martyr'd KING of England Scotland France and Ireland Who with unmoved Constancy laid down His Life t' exchange it for a heav'nly Crown January 30. 1648. In adibus Regum Mors venit Printed in the Year 1649. AN ELEGIE UPON That never to be forgotten CHARLES THE FIRST WHat do I dream or does my fancy scatter Into my various mind a reall matter What ails my thoughts what uncorrected passion Is this that puts my Senses out of fashion Where am I hurri'd what sanguinious place Is this I breathe in garnish'd with disgrace Why what 's the reason that my eys behold These waves of blood Does the Red sea infold My shivering body Oh what stormy weather Was that which violently tost me hither Where am I now what rubicundious light Is this that bloudies my amazed sight What Reformation's this that 's newly bred And turns my white into so deep a red Awake my fancy come delude no more Say are my feet upon the English shore Sure not these are usurping thoughts that raine Within the Kingdom of a troubl'd braine If this be England oh what alteration Is lately bred within so blest a Nation My soul is now assured for I see Those lofty Structures where mild Majesty Did once recide abounding with a flood That swells and almost moates them round with blood England sad object that wer'● lately crown'd With a most glorious prince how art ' thou drownd In Royall bloud was not thy master-veine Open'd of late ah who can stop't againe Look round about thee and thou shalt descry How every face imports an Elegy Review thy self see how thou art ingrain'd With guiltlesse blood was ever Land so stain'd Needs must your hearts expect a cloudy night Now Sol is set and Cynthia wants her light And dost thou think O England to immure Thy self in bloud and alwayes rest secure Oh no assure thy self there is a hand That rules above which will correct thy land Be well advis'd oh Nation learn to know That language cannot ebb when bloud shal flow All hearts all eyes all hands all tongues all Quillt Will think wil weep wil write speak their wills I 'le not invoke this Subject will invite Th' obdurest hearts and teach that pen to write Which never fram'd a Letter and infuse The seed of Life into a barren Muse Thou gre●● Instructer teach me to distil An Eagles Uertues with an Eagles quil Rais'd by a f●ll my Muse begins to sing The melancholy farewels of a KING And is he gone I did not the dolefull Bells Dissolve when as they t●ld his sad Farewills If he be gone what language can there be Remaining in this Land except Ah me Ah me Ah lass how is this Realm unblest In such a loss I cannot speak the rest My Heart is full of Arrows shot of late From the stiff Bow of a commanding STATE Each wound is mortall yet in spight of pain I le pluck them out and shoot them back again And when my tongue shall empty out my heart Let Death surprize me with a single Dart I le strive t' outface Rebellion and my eyes Shall s 〈…〉 n all new invented Tyrannies Sorrow will not be tongue ty'd tides must run Their usuall

blowes Oh give me power to suffer not oppose Pardon my Enemies which have been strong And alwayes studious how to doe me wrong And though they 'ave vented that which is untrue Father forgive they know not what they do They hate their King are not pleas'd with any O grant good God they may not find too many The chiefest of their worke is to devoure Stones have usurpt their hearts as they my power Against the sound of Peace their eares are bar'd Oh never sure was Pharaohs heart so hard They dis-respect their King it was not so With Shadrach Meshach and Abeduego Their tongues have vilifi'd me oftentimes These three were never guilty of such Crimes Their hearts had vow'd obedience to their King And never try'd by force of Armes to bring Their own Designes to passe but their submission Sent comfort to their souls and much contrition To him whose more then seven times heated brest Did soon regreet what his hot rage exprest But well since thus it is I 'le strive to sway The Scepter of my miseries and lay A good foundation that my Foes may build Their torments on my breast which shall be fill'd With true content I 'le labour to support But yet must yeeld when death shal storm the fort I cannot start at death I know it brings A finis to my ancient griefs and sings Anthems of Peace how happy 's he that can Flie to his God and scorne the rage of Man Thunder ye Sons of Tyranny let rage Flash from your sulph'rous souls strive to ingage The flames of Etna too and let them dash Against my breast I 'le own them as a flash Flatter your souls prepare your hands to do A deed that Heav'n will not advise you to I pitty you my heart cannot forbeare To sigh and Nature too commands a teare Oh that my head like to a Fountaine could Furnish my eyes with teares oh then I would Begin the morning and conclude the day Whith Drops and wash the black-brow'd night away Oh let my language whet your dul belief 'T was you that fill'd my flowing heart with grief And now my Torments more and more excel Heav'n grant me breath enough to bid Farewel Farewel sad word that like a bolt of thunder Hath more then cleft my reaving heart in sunder Death's nothing like the sorrow which I finde Raising a towre of woe within my minde Thou partner of my soul how can I die And leave thee here to weep a Lullaby To my indulgent babes how can it be That I must leave so dear a spouse as thee Poor hearts If I must goe and leave you all Confus'd together in the common hall Of this inraged world what wil ye doe But mourne for me as I have mourn'd for you Oh where wil you retire your selves and spend Your groaning houres oh what regarding friend Wil give a minuits audience or relieve Your pining wants or mean to hear you grieve What Nation wil regard or entertaine A royal though a miserable traine This is a sorrow that divides my brest This is a grief that cannot be exprest Without a fractur'd heart this is a wound That makes confusion active to confound Were it a possibility to have Ten thousand Lyons lodg'd within this Cave This trunke of mine they could not more torment My heart then this unbounded discontent Should all the Tyrants in the world contrive A way to make a dying soul survive With living paine they never could exceed The Tyrants of these Times in such a deed I have been long imprison'd and at last Call'd to the bar how soon I may be cast Heav'n knows not I for they that were so bold To bring me thither will if not controul'd Force me to death their very looks declare Their resolutions whilst their hearts prepare To suck my veins Ah thus they have betray'd me And smile to see how glorious they have made me They swell'd like mountains and at last brought forth The Mouse of Reformation whose worth Is seated in all lofty braines and hurl'd Through every corner of th' inquiring World But why should I insist upon your Crimes May heav'n forgive you and send better times I know my dayes are short 't is therefore meet To leave this Crown and buy a winding sheet Be gone terrestriall pleasures for ye are But Goalers to your Keepers and insnare Your fond beleevers goe my heart 's no tombe To give you buriall seek some other roome Flie then my soul but stay what hand is this That seems to hold me from my long'd-for blisse More sorrows yet will not th' Almighty please 'T afford my soul on earth a minutes ease Oh thou that mak'st my harvest ful of paines Grant that my working soul may reap the gains Grief's grown a Polititian and it keeps A strong reserve what eye is this that weeps These briny teares into my fluent heart As if those flouds should drownd me e're I part What voice is this I seem to hear what tones Are these that lavish out themselves in groanes What ayles my thoughts what neer related breath Is this that seems to breath a sudden death Into my panting breast methinks I heare A female voice cry must I languish here Hard-hearted death why art thou thus unkinde To take him hence and leave me here behinde To weep his obsequies draw up thy boe And send me whither I desire to goe Shoot shoot oh Death thou shalt not be withstood Come dip thy arrowes in my crimson bloud Fear not let flie and let thy rovers hide Their twi-fork'd heads within my wounded side Oh Heav'n since thou wert pleas'd to joyn our hands And hearts together let thy strict cōmands Urge death to strike us both that we may fly And dedicate our souls t' eternity Alas what joy what comfort can accrew To me when he shall bid this world adue I liv'd within his heart but ah if he Shall quit this earth what life remaines in me Alas sad heart what canst thou doe but pine Never could grief be parallel'd with mine I am the Sea of grief all streams doe tend Towards me for ah my sorrowes know no end The sturdy winds of care and trouble blowes Into my soul my Ocean alwayes flowes And never ebbes oh miserable age How am I made a subject to their rage Whose pare-boyl'd souls observes no other dyet But bloud and seeme to rest in our disquiet You all-exceeding Tyrants if ye thirst For royall blood be pleas'd to take mine first Mines but a draught yee 'le quickly swil it up Alas it wil not yeeld each soul a sup You are the fountains from whose brests do spring The streames of murder and your souls can sing Nothing but bloody notes you can contract The body of all mischief and enact What pleases you But will you subjugate Your legall King whose patience is your hate But if you seek his fatall overthrow Ye'le murder more then thousands at one blow But why doe I thus

Oh make them to behold Their errours Let not Conquest make them bold Here stop my Muse le ts labour to accost Our former Glory Charles though we have lost His sacred Person yet we must not lose His happy memory Ah who can chuse But sigh when as they seat his glorious name Within their serious thoughts If ever Fame Receiv'd a Crown it was from Him whose worth My wearied Quil's too weak to blazon forth And when the best of my endeavour's done I shall but light a Candle to the Sun Yet will I spend my strength a feeble light Plac'd by a greater makes it shine more bright He was 't is not unknown to all the earth A Prince by vertue and a Prince by birth In the exordium of his Reign he swaid The Scepter of this Land till time betraid Cupid and Mars with a Majestick brow And made his chearfull subjects hearts to bo● In honor and it could not be exprest Whether he rul'd himself or Subjects best He was a Prince whose life and conversation Impoverish'd vices and enrich'd his Nation With good examples Honor never found So sweet an harbour Vertue never crown'd So rare a heart Love reign'd within his eye And there was clothed with Divinitie Vertue and Majestie did seem to strive Within his Royall brest which should survive In greatest Glory but 't was soon decided Martha and Mary would not be divided No more would they there was a sympathie Between them both for if the one should die The other could not live they were combin'd Within his brest and could not be disjoynd O happy is that Land where Vertue shall Meet Majestie within a Princes Hall He was a King not onely over Land But over Passion for he could command His Royall Self and when approaching trouble Assaild his mind his wisdome would redouble His present patience and he would allow The worst of sorrows a contented brow His undivided soul was alwaies free To propagate the works of Pietie His heart was still attracted to good motions By the true Loadstone of his firm devotions He alwaies studied how to recompence Good deeds with full rewards as for offence He sooner would forgive it then impose A punishment his meekness made his foes Grow supercilious and at last they made A private snare and zealously betraid The Lord of Englands life whose free consent Granted them a Triennial Parliament To salve the Kingdoms grievances but they Took not the grievances but Him away It could not be distinguish'd which did reign Mars or Apollo most within his brain He was a Cesar and the equall fame Of War and Wisdom dwelt upon his Name As for his Martiall parts Edge-hill will bear An everlasting record how his care And resolution did maintain that Fight Till day submitted to th' incroaching night Although Heavens General was pleas'd to bring Such small conditions to so great a King We must not judge that 't is success that can Procure the title of a valiant man For that will but instruct him how to fly Upon the wings of popularity As for his Theologick parts I may Without presumption absolute say He was a second David and could raise A lofty strain to sing his Makers praise Read but his Meditations and you 'l finde His brest attain'd an heav'n-enameld minde Now Reader close thine eys and do not read My following lines except thy heart can bleed And thou not die Ah here 's a mournfull text Imports a death Suppose what follows next And 't is enough Oh that I could ingrosse The Language of the world t' expresse this losse Break hearts weep eys lament your Soveraign's And let Him swim unto his Funerall In Subjects teares oh had you seen his feet Mounted the stage of blood and run to meet The fury of his foes and how his breath Proclaim'd a correspondency with death Oh then thy diving heart must needs have found The depth of sorrow and receiv'd a wound That Time could not recure oh such a sight Had been sufficient to have made a night Within this little world hadst thou but seen What soule-defending patience stood between Passion and him with what a pleasing grace As if that death had blush'd within his face He look'd upon his people which surrounded His mourning Scaffold whilst his thoughts abounded With heav'nly ruptures his Angellike voice Taught Ioy to weep and sorrow to rejoyce Teares blinded many that they could not see So bloody so abhorr'd a Tragedy He look'd as if he rather came to view His Subjects then to bid them all adue Feare had no habitation in his breast And what he spoke was readily exprest Heav'ns sacred Orator divinely typp'd His tongue with golden languages and dipp'd His soul in Loves sweet fountaine so that all That lov'd admir'd and griev'd to see him fall Whil or he submitting Prince devoutly pray'd That Heav'n would pardon those that had betraid His body to the grave as from his soul He had forgave them all and did condole Their sad conditions having spent his breath He yeelded like a Lamb unto his death Much more he utterd but my burthen'd Quill Recoils and will not prosecute my will My Pen and I must now abrubtly part Pardon oh Reader for love bindes my heart With chains of sorrow let me crave what I Shall want in Language that thou wilt supply In Meditation But before I let My Quill desert my hand I 'le make it set This Tragi comick period to my story Charles liv'd in trouble and he dy'd in glory FINIS Habakkuk chap. 1 ver 13 Thou art of purer eys O God then to behold evil and canst not look on iniquity Wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devoureth the man that is more righteous then they AN EPITAPH Vpon Caines having kill'd their Abel lay'd Him underneath whom they betray'd And forc'd to death Kind Reader know Religion was his overthrow Lament lament this fatall losse England never had a Crosse So Great as This Let every Eye Keep teares to weep his Elegie I may presume to say a Tombe Never had a richer wombe Goe not till your sorrowes have Offered teares unto his grave Faile not to spend some reall groanes Except your hearts are turn'd to stones Now methinkes his ashes cryes Guiltlesse blood 's a Sacrifice London lately lost her heart And is sicke in every part Nothing could appease but bloud Death took her King and left a flood FINIS AN ELEGY UPON The Right Honorable the LORD CAPELL Baron of Hadham Who was beheaded at Westminster for maintaining the ancient and fundamentall Lawes of the Kingdome of ENGLAND March the 9. 1648. Heu●jrc●t aut fuctis vivat ubique suis DIsturbe me not my thoughts are mounting high To build a Nest for Capells memory Fool that I am I doe not meane a Nest No nor a Kingdome neither that 's the least Of all my thoughts It is a world that shall Be rul'd by Capells eccho