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Cultores sui Deus protegit CAROLUS |
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Cultores sui Deus protegit CAROLUS
Flint-hearted Tyrants! use your arts
To bruise our Bones, & breake our Hearts!
Tempestuous Storms may swell and rise,
But cannot range above the Skies:
Where Innocence & Vertue stand aloofe,
Free from the darts of Envy, Malice-proofe.
To bruise our Bones, & breake our Hearts!
Tempestuous Storms may swell and rise,
But cannot range above the Skies:
Where Innocence & Vertue stand aloofe,
Free from the darts of Envy, Malice-proofe.
Danger is nothing but a Name
Which jealous States-men slily frame
To fright their Vassalls: Wee that looke
At Heaven's Favour, are not strooke
With Apparitions. Shackles, Fire, & Sword,
Are but to Us the Terrour of a Word.
Which jealous States-men slily frame
To fright their Vassalls: Wee that looke
At Heaven's Favour, are not strooke
With Apparitions. Shackles, Fire, & Sword,
Are but to Us the Terrour of a Word.
Vaine Fancy! Idle Fury! what
Is that Device, you call a Plot?
What are those subtle, pretty Snares?
Cobwebs for Flies, or Traps for Hares?
Fishers of Men you are not sure: for then
Wee should be proud to fill your greedy Den.
Is that Device, you call a Plot?
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Cobwebs for Flies, or Traps for Hares?
Fishers of Men you are not sure: for then
Wee should be proud to fill your greedy Den.
Poor, silly, Cut-throat! that same Knife
May let out blood, but let in Life.
Our Dwelling is above! there, there
Wee live! wee are but Pris'ners here!
Such is the Kindnes of your Wrath! The Theefe
That would have rob'd us, sends a quick Releife.
May let out blood, but let in Life.
Our Dwelling is above! there, there
Wee live! wee are but Pris'ners here!
Such is the Kindnes of your Wrath! The Theefe
That would have rob'd us, sends a quick Releife.
Religion cannot suffer so,
As not to overcome her Foe.
Goodnes is such a Roiall Charm,
It both prevents & drives off Harm.
The Naked Truth is Meate, Drinke, Cloaths, and Sleepe:
Hee's ever safe, whom Heav'n vouchsafes to keepe.
As not to overcome her Foe.
Goodnes is such a Roiall Charm,
It both prevents & drives off Harm.
The Naked Truth is Meate, Drinke, Cloaths, and Sleepe:
Hee's ever safe, whom Heav'n vouchsafes to keepe.
His Service is our Libertie;
And in that Freedome wee enjoy
Such strong Defence, such things of Price,
Our Prison is our Paradise:
And though layd up for Death, preserv'd to bleed,
Wee only lie to be secur'd indeed.
And in that Freedome wee enjoy
Such strong Defence, such things of Price,
Our Prison is our Paradise:
And though layd up for Death, preserv'd to bleed,
Wee only lie to be secur'd indeed.
Thus our Renowned Palm doth rise
Like a brave Embleme to our Eyes.
His Weights make light his Resurrection:
The Beaten Rock is His Perfection.
Grace exceeds Vanitie, till both conclude
A Crown of Glory and Beatitude.
Like a brave Embleme to our Eyes.
His Weights make light his Resurrection:
The Beaten Rock is His Perfection.
Grace exceeds Vanitie, till both conclude
A Crown of Glory and Beatitude.
Thus mighty Charls still lives to bee
The Image of his Victorie.
And though rebellious Hands combine
To spoile his Statues, and his Coine;
Hee shall remaine by his Example, best:
An Angell of bright Gold in every Breast.
The Image of his Victorie.
And though rebellious Hands combine
To spoile his Statues, and his Coine;
Hee shall remaine by his Example, best:
An Angell of bright Gold in every Breast.
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The fatall Axe, the surly Frown,
The rugged Buffe, & rufling Gown,
These Signes of Pride shall ne're put down
The brightnes of his high Renown.
Hee is the Hieroglyphik of Eternall Joy,
Which no faint Stroaks of Witchcraft can destroy.
The rugged Buffe, & rufling Gown,
These Signes of Pride shall ne're put down
The brightnes of his high Renown.
Hee is the Hieroglyphik of Eternall Joy,
Which no faint Stroaks of Witchcraft can destroy.
Thus the Defender of our Faith
From the same Faith protection hath.
Devotion was his Guard; and then
He could not need the strength of Men.
He that can worship, and beleeve so well,
Is above all the Pow'rs of Earth & Hell.
From the same Faith protection hath.
Devotion was his Guard; and then
He could not need the strength of Men.
He that can worship, and beleeve so well,
Is above all the Pow'rs of Earth & Hell.
He scornes to lurke in a Disguise
To cheate the Folly of our Eyes:
Hypocrisie is but a Vaile;
Plaine Justice was his Coat of Maile.
Thus arm'd, Hee may bee truly, safely sayd,
Like Solomon, in Proverbs all array'd.
To cheate the Folly of our Eyes:
Hypocrisie is but a Vaile;
Plaine Justice was his Coat of Maile.
Thus arm'd, Hee may bee truly, safely sayd,
Like Solomon, in Proverbs all array'd.
His firm Repentance was in stead
Of a rich Helmet to his Head.
No bloody Speare or fierie Dart
Could peirce the Breast-plate of his Heart.
His solid Greifes, and strict Anxieties
Were the Close Armour of his Victories.
Of a rich Helmet to his Head.
No bloody Speare or fierie Dart
Could peirce the Breast-plate of his Heart.
His solid Greifes, and strict Anxieties
Were the Close Armour of his Victories.
Hee was a Christian Cap-a-pe,
Girt round with true Divinitie:
And though hee walk'd in a Red Sea
Of Civill War and Crueltie,
His Hands were white, his Feet with Peace were shod;
Indued all over with the Arms of God.
Girt round with true Divinitie:
And though hee walk'd in a Red Sea
Of Civill War and Crueltie,
His Hands were white, his Feet with Peace were shod;
Indued all over with the Arms of God.
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