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Title: Eikon Basilike
The Pourtracture of His Sacred Majestie, in His Solitudes and Sufferings

Author: King Charles I (Stuart)

Release Date: April 30, 2010 [EBook #32188]

Language: English

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[Greek: Eikon Basilike]

THE

=POURTRACTURE=

OF

=HIS SACRED=

=MAJESTIE=,

IN

=HIS SOLITUDES=

AND

=SUFFERINGS=.

With a perfect Copy of Prayers used by his Majesty in the time of his
sufferings.

Delivered to Dr. JUXON Bishop of _London_, immediately before his
Death.

ROM. 8.

_More then Conquerour, &c._

_Bona agere, & mala pati, Regium est._

Printed at _London_, 1649.

The Explanation of the Embleme.

=PONDERIBUS= _genuus omne mali, probriq; gravatus,
Vixq; ferenda ferens_, =Palma= _ut_ =depressa=, _resurgo.
Ac, velut undarum_ =Fuctus Ventique=, _furorem
Irati Populi_ =Rupes immotta= _repello_.
=Clariore tenebris=, _c[oe]lestis stella, corusco.
Victor aeternum f[oe]lici pace_ =triumpho=.
_Auro_ =fulgentem= _rutilo gemmisque micantem,
At curis_ =Gravidam= _spernendo_ =calco Coronam=.
=Spinosam=, _at_ =ferri facilem=, _quo_ =spes mea=, _Christi
Auxilio, Nobis non est_ =tractare= _molestum_.
=AEternam=, _fixis fidei, semperque_ =beatam=
_In C[oe]los occulis_ =specto=, _Mobisque-paratam.
Quod_ =vanum= _est, sperno; quod Christi_ =Gratia= _praebet
Amplecti studium est: Virtutis_ =Gloria= _merces._

THOUGH clogg'd with _weights_ of miseries,
_Palm_-like _depress'd_, I higher rise.
And as th' _unmoved Rock_ out-braves
The boyst'rous _winds_, and raging _waves_;
So _triumph I_. And _shine more bright_
In sad Affliction's darksom night.
That _splendid_, but yet _toilsome Crown_,
Regardlesly _I trample_ down.
With joy I take this _Crown_ of _Thorn_,
Though _sharp_, yet _easie to be born_.
That _heav'nly Crown_, already mine,
I _view_ with _eyes_ of faith divine.