Regale Lectum Miseriae: or, a Kingly bed of Miserie 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 Honourable The Lord Capel. With A curse against the Enemies of Peace, and the Authors Farewell to England. By John Quarles |
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A CURSE, AGAINST The Enemies of PEACE. |
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A CURSE, AGAINST The Enemies of PEACE.
Peace, peace Rebellious Vipers; you that cry,
Advance Mechannicks, downe with Majestie.
Cease your vaine wishes, may ye never rest
That love no Peace; nay, may ye ne're be blest
That envie Sion; ah! shall Sions glory
Be thus abstracted, and thus made a story
To after ages hath your hungry zeale
Devoured all your senses at one meale
What doe ye meane? doe ye intend to try
A Reformation with Phlebotomy?
Or has your hell-bred thoughts found out a way
To turne a Canaan, to a Golgotha?
Hath the Tartarian Counsellour invented
Such thriving plotts, that cannot be prevented,
Leave off base acts Mechannicks, and begin
To deal uprightly, and reforme within:
Bury your aged crimes, and then goe call
Your stragling senses to the funerall:
Thus I advise you, if this will not doe,
Assure your selves I'le learne to curse ye too.
Advance Mechannicks, downe with Majestie.
Cease your vaine wishes, may ye never rest
That love no Peace; nay, may ye ne're be blest
That envie Sion; ah! shall Sions glory
Be thus abstracted, and thus made a story
To after ages hath your hungry zeale
Devoured all your senses at one meale
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A Reformation with Phlebotomy?
Or has your hell-bred thoughts found out a way
To turne a Canaan, to a Golgotha?
Hath the Tartarian Counsellour invented
Such thriving plotts, that cannot be prevented,
Leave off base acts Mechannicks, and begin
To deal uprightly, and reforme within:
Bury your aged crimes, and then goe call
Your stragling senses to the funerall:
Thus I advise you, if this will not doe,
Assure your selves I'le learne to curse ye too.
May heav'n, whose frowning countenance doth show
An angry resolution, overthrow
You, and your prick-ear'd Progeny, and make
Your children suffer, for their parents sake;
May ye all begge, and wander up and downe
Like vagabonds, be lash'd from Towne to Towne;
And may the Loadstones of your crimes attract
Ten thousand plagues, and may those plagues exact
Upon your lavish souls, let impious Fate
Blush, if she chance to make you fortunate.
May torments pursue torments, and still grow
Till Rithmatick be non-plust, and o'rethrow
Your Treason-loaded hearts; And if this Curse
Will not succeed, may't yeeld unto a worse
For you, that this declining age may see
The just rewards of your impietie.
Let basenesse be entayl'd upon your names,
Too strong for all recovery; Let shames
And lasting infamies remaine
In deeper Charactars then that of Cain.
May your souls burn, till heav'n shall think it good
To quench them in your generations blood,
That all the world may heare you hisse, and cry
Who lov'd no Peace, in Peace shall never dye.
An angry resolution, overthrow
You, and your prick-ear'd Progeny, and make
Your children suffer, for their parents sake;
May ye all begge, and wander up and downe
Like vagabonds, be lash'd from Towne to Towne;
And may the Loadstones of your crimes attract
Ten thousand plagues, and may those plagues exact
Upon your lavish souls, let impious Fate
Blush, if she chance to make you fortunate.
May torments pursue torments, and still grow
Till Rithmatick be non-plust, and o'rethrow
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Will not succeed, may't yeeld unto a worse
For you, that this declining age may see
The just rewards of your impietie.
Let basenesse be entayl'd upon your names,
Too strong for all recovery; Let shames
And lasting infamies remaine
In deeper Charactars then that of Cain.
May your souls burn, till heav'n shall think it good
To quench them in your generations blood,
That all the world may heare you hisse, and cry
Who lov'd no Peace, in Peace shall never dye.
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