MAJESTY In MISERY,
OR,
AN IMPLORATION
TO THE
KING OF KINGS
Written by his late MAJESTY King CHARES the first, dureing His Captivity at Carisbrook-
Castle, Anno DOM. 1648.
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GREAT Monarch of the World, from whose Power springs
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The Potency and Power of KINGS,
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Record the Royal Woe my Suffering brings;
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And Teach my Tongue, that ever did Confine
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Its Faculties in truths Seraphick Line,
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To Track the Treasons of Thy Foes and mine.
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Nature and Law, by the Divine Decree
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(The only Root of Righteous Loyalty)
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With this Dim Diadem Invested me,
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With it, the Sacred Scepter, Purple Robe,
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The Holy Unction, and the Royal Globe:
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Yet am I Levelld with the Life of JOB.
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The fiercest Furies, that do dayly Tread
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Upon my Grief, my Gray Dis-crowned Head,
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Are those that owe my Bounty for their Bread.
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They raise a War, and Christen it, The Cause,
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Whilst Sacrilegious Hands have best Applause,
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Plunder, and Murder, are the Kingdoms Laws;
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Tyranny, bears the Title of Taxation!
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Revenge, and Robbery, are Reformation!
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Oppression, gains the Name of Sequestration!
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My Loyal Subjects who in this bad Season
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Attend me (by the Law of GOD and Reason)
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They do Impeach, and Punish for High Treason.
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Next at the Clergy do their Furies Frown,
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Pious Episcopacy must go down,
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They will Destroy the Crosser and the Crown.
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Church-men are Chaind, and Schismaticks are freed!
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Mechanicks Preach, and Holy Fathers Bleed,
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The Crown is Crucified with the Creed.
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The Church of England doth all Faction Foster,
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The Pulpit is Usurpd by each Imposter,
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Ex Tempore Excludes the Pater Noster.
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The Presbyter and Independent Seed,
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Springs with Broad Blades; to make Religion Bleed,
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Herod and Pontius Pilate are Agreed.
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The Corner-stone is Mis-placd by every Pavier,
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With such a Bloody Method and Behaviour,
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Their Ancestors did Crucifie our Saviour.
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My Royal Consort, from whose Fruitful Womb,
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So many Princes Legally have come,
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Is forcd in Pilgrimage to seek a Tomb.
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Great Britains HEIR is forced into France,
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Whilst on his Fathers Head his Foes Advance,
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Poor Child! He weeps out His Inheritance.
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With My own Power My Majesty they wound,
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In the KINGs Name, the King Himselfs Uncrownd:
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So doth the Dust Destroy the Diamond.
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Which Propositions Dayly they Enchant
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My Peoples Ears, such as do Reason daunt,
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And the Almighty will not let Me Grant.
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They promise to Erect My Royal Stem,
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To make Me great, t Advance My Diadem,
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If I will first fall Down, and Worship them;
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But for Refusal they Devour My Thrones,
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Distress My Children, and Destroy My Bones,
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I fear theyl Force Me to make Bread of Stones.
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My Life they prize at such a slender Rate
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That in My Absence they draw Bills of Hate,
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To prove the KING a Traitor to the State.
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Fellows obtain more Priviledge then I,
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They are Allowd to Answer ere they Die,
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Tis Death for Me to Ask the Reason, Why!
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But, Sacred Saviour, with My Words I Echo
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Thee to Forgive, and not be Bitter to
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Such, as thou knowst do not know what they do.
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For since they from their LORD are so Disjoynted,
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As to Condemn those Edicts He Appointed,
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How can they Prize the Power of His Anointed?
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Augment my Patience, Nullifie my Hate,
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Preserve My Issue, and Inspire My Mate,
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Yet though We Perish, Bless the Church and State.
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Vota dabunt que Bella negerunt.
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Bona agere, & Mala pati Regium est.
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