Divine Poems In seuen seuerall Classes, Written To his most Excellent Maiestie, Charles, By the Grace of God King of Great Britaine, France, and Ireland, Defender of the Faith &c. By Sr Iohn Stradling |
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An Epitaph for the happy memorie of
our late Renowmed Soueraigne, King Iames.
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An Epitaph for the happy memorie of our late Renowmed Soueraigne, King Iames.
To his Royall Sonne, our dread LIEGE LORD, King Charles.
Oft
haue we heard an old-said-saw,
Voucht by great Masters of the Law,
As a cleere case: The King ne're dyes.
What then meane all these watrie eyes?
These sable sutes? These heauie lookes?
Th' example ouer-rules their bookes.
For Iames, of late the Kingdomes Head,
(Liuing the body) here lyes dead.
Voucht by great Masters of the Law,
As a cleere case: The King ne're dyes.
What then meane all these watrie eyes?
These sable sutes? These heauie lookes?
Th' example ouer-rules their bookes.
For Iames, of late the Kingdomes Head,
(Liuing the body) here lyes dead.
Why? headlesse bodies haue no life!
To solue this doubt, and end the strife:
Know, Kings doe onely change the name,
The Stile and State remayne the same.
For, iust as King Iacobvs dy'de,
God saue King Charles, the people cry'de.
So soone as th' one breath'd-out his last,
The Crowne on th' others head was cast.
Then, as the Law sayes, so say I,
(Conceaue it right.) Kings neuer die.
To solue this doubt, and end the strife:
Know, Kings doe onely change the name,
The Stile and State remayne the same.
For, iust as King Iacobvs dy'de,
God saue King Charles, the people cry'de.
So soone as th' one breath'd-out his last,
The Crowne on th' others head was cast.
Then, as the Law sayes, so say I,
(Conceaue it right.) Kings neuer die.
In other sense it may bee sed
Of good King Iames, hee's not yet dead,
The while that Royall Charles here liues,
Life to renowmed Iames hee giues.
Of whom hee first receau'd his breath,
Him now hee vindicates from death.
Thrice happy Sire in such a Son,
A Dauid after a Solomon:
Both, in his Person, fast combin'd,
With gifts of Body, and of Mind.
Of good King Iames, hee's not yet dead,
The while that Royall Charles here liues,
Life to renowmed Iames hee giues.
Of whom hee first receau'd his breath,
Him now hee vindicates from death.
Thrice happy Sire in such a Son,
A Dauid after a Solomon:
Both, in his Person, fast combin'd,
With gifts of Body, and of Mind.
I iudge the World a body fit,
On which so braue a Head should sit.
Thou little World, Great Britaine, sing:
That Art made blest with such a King.
Now faithfull Subjects ceasse your mourning,
Your Sorrowes into Prayers turning:
That they in their Posteritie,
May alwayes liue, and neuer die:
But sway the Scepter of these Lands,
Which God hath put into their hands.
On which so braue a Head should sit.
Thou little World, Great Britaine, sing:
That Art made blest with such a King.
Now faithfull Subjects ceasse your mourning,
Your Sorrowes into Prayers turning:
That they in their Posteritie,
May alwayes liue, and neuer die:
But sway the Scepter of these Lands,
Which God hath put into their hands.
So prayeth Your Maiesties zealously deuoted
Beadsman, Ioh. Stradling.
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