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<HEAD>An Elegie upon the Death of Our Dread Soveraign Lord King <HI>CHARLS the MARTYR.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>COm, com, let's Mourn; all eies, that &s;ee this <HI>Daie,</HI></L>
<L>Melt into Showrs, and Weep your &s;elvs awaie:</L>
<L>O that each Private head could yield a Flood</L>
<L>Of Tears, whil'&s;t <HI>Britain's Head</HI> &s;tream's out His Blood;</L>
<L>Could wee paie what His <HI>Sacred Drops</HI> might claim,</L>
<L>The World mu&s;t needs bee drowned once again.</L>
<L>Hands cannot write for Trembling; let our Eie</L>
<L>Supplie the Quill, and &s;hed an <HI>Elegie.</HI></L>
<L>Tongues cannot &s;peak; this Grief know's no &s;uch vent,</L>
<L>Nothing, but Silence, can bee Eloquent.</L>
<L>Words are not here &s;ignificant; in This</L>
<L>Our Sighs, our Groans bear all the <HI>Empha&s;is.</HI></L>
<L>Dread SIR! What &s;hall wee &s;aie? <HI>Hyperbole</HI></L>
<L>Is not a Figure, when it &s;peak's of <HI>Thee:</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Book</HI> is our be&s;t Language; what to this</L>
<L>Shall e're bee added, is Thy <HI>Mei&ouml;&s;is:</HI></L>
<L>Thy <HI>Name's</HI> a <HI>Text</HI> too hard for us: no men</L>
<L>Can write of it, without <HI>Thy Parts</HI> and <HI>Pen.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thy <HI>Pri&s;ons, Scorns, Reproach,</HI> and <HI>Povertie</HI></L>
<L>(Though the&s;e were thought too courteous Injurie)</L>
<L>How could'&s;t Thou bear? Thou Meeker <HI>Mo&s;es,</HI> how?</L>
<L>Was ever <HI>Lion</HI> bit with <HI>Whelps</HI> till now</L>
<L>And did not roar? Thou <HI>England's David,</HI> how</L>
<L>Did <HI>Shimei's</HI> Tongue not move Thee? Where's the Man?</L>
<L>Where is the <HI>King?</HI> CHARLS is all <HI>Chri&s;tian.</HI></L>
<L>Thou never wanted'&s;t Subjects, no; when they</L>
<L>Rebell'd, Thou mad'&s;t Thy Pa&s;&s;ions to obeie.</L>
<L>Had'&s;t Thou regain'd Thy Throne of State by Power,</L>
<L>Thou had'&s;t not then been more a <HI>Conqueror.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But Thou, thine own <HI>Soul's Monarch,</HI> art above</L>
<L>Revenge and Anger, Can'&s;t Thou tame Thy Love?</L>
<L>How could'&s;t Thou bear Thy <HI>Queen's</HI> Divorce? mu&s;t Shee</L>
<L>At once Thy <HI>Wife,</HI> and yet Thy <HI>Widdow</HI> bee?</L>
<L>Where are Thy tender <HI>Babes</HI> once Princely bred,</L>
<L>Thy choice&s;t Jewels, are They <HI>Seque&s;tred?</HI></L>
<L>Where are Thy Nobles? Lo, in &s;tead of the&s;e</L>
<L>Ba&s;e &s;avage Villains, and Thine Enemies:</L>
<L><HI>Egyptian</HI> Plague! 'twas onely <HI>Pharaoh's</HI> doom,</L>
<L>To &s;ee &s;uch Vermin in His Lodging-room.</L>
<L>What Guards are &s;et, what Watches do they keep?</L>
<L>They do not think Thee &s;afe, though lock't in <HI>Sleep.</HI></L>
<L>Would they confine Thy Dreams within to dwell,</L>
<L>Nor let Thy Fancie pa&s;s their <HI>Centinel</HI></L>
<L>Are Thy <HI>Devotions</HI> dangerous? Or do</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Praiers</HI> want a Guard? The&s;e faultie too?</L>
<L>Varlets, 't was onely, when they &s;pake for You.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But lo a Charge is drawn, a Daie is &s;et,</L>
<L>The &s;ilent LAMB is brought, the <HI>Wolves</HI> are met.</L>
<L><HI>Law</HI> is arraign'd of Trea&s;on, <HI>Peace</HI> of War,</L>
<L>And <HI>Ju&s;tice</HI> &s;tand's a Pri&s;oner at the Bar.</L>
<L>This <HI>Scene</HI> was like the <HI>Pa&s;&s;ion-Tragedie,</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Saviour's Per&s;on</HI> none could Act, but Hee.</L>
<L>Behold what <HI>Scribes</HI> were here, what <HI>Phari&s;ees!</HI></L>
<L>What <HI>bands of Souldiers!</HI> What <HI>fal&s; witne&s;&s;es!</HI></L>
<L>Here was a <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> and that a <HI>Chief</HI> one; who</L>
<L>Dur&s;t &s;trike at <HI>God,</HI> and His <HI>Vicegerent</HI> too.</L>
<L>Here <HI>Brad&s;haw, Pilate</HI> there: This make's them twain,</L>
<L><HI>Pilate</HI> for <HI>Fear, Brad&s;haw</HI> condemn'd for <HI>Gain.</HI></L>
<L>Wretch! could'&s;t not thou bee rich, till <HI>Charls</HI> was dead?</L>
<L>Thou might'&s;t have took the <HI>Crown,</HI> yet &s;par'd the <HI>Head.</HI></L>
<L>Th' ha&s;t ju&s;tifi'd that <HI>Roman</HI> Judg; Hee &s;tood</L>
<L>And wa&s;ht in <HI>Water,</HI> thou ha&s;t dipt in <HI>Blood.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And where's the Slaughter-Hou&s;? <HI>White-hall</HI> mu&s;t bee,</L>
<L>Lately His <HI>Palace,</HI> now His <HI>Calvarie.</HI></L>
<L>Great CHARLS, is this Thy Dying-place? And where</L>
<L>Thou wer't our KING, art Thou our MARTYR there?</L>
<L>Thence, thence Thy Soul took flight; and there will wee</L>
<L>Not cea&s; to <HI>Mourn,</HI> where Thou did'&s;t cea&s; to <HI>Bee.</HI></L>
<L>And thus, ble&s;t Soul, Hee's gon: a <HI>Star,</HI> who&s;e fall,</L>
<L>As no <HI>Eclip&s;</HI> prove's <HI>Oecumenical.</HI></L>
<L>That Wretch had <HI>skill</HI> to &s;in, who&s;e Hand did know</L>
<L>How to behead three Kingdoms at one blow.</L>
<L><HI>England</HI> hath lo&s;t the Influence of Her KING,</L>
<L>No wonder that &s;o backward was Her <HI>Spring.</HI></L>
<L>O di&s;mal <HI>Daie!</HI> but yet how quickly gon?</L>
<L>It mu&s;t bee &s;hort, Our SUN went down at <HI>Noon.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now, yee <HI>Senators,</HI> is this the Thing</L>
<L>So oft declar'd; Is this your <HI>Glorious King?</HI></L>
<L>Did you by <HI>Oaths</HI> your God, and Countrie mock,</L>
<L>Pretend a <HI>Crown,</HI> and yet prepare a <HI>Block?</HI></L>
<L>Did you, that &s;wore you'd Mount CHARLS higher yet,</L>
<L>Intend the <HI>Scaffold</HI> for His <HI>Olivet?</HI></L>
<L>Was this, <HI>Hail Master?</HI> Did you bow the knee</L>
<L>That you might murder Him with <HI>Loialtie?</HI></L>
<L>Alas! two Deaths! what Crueltie was this?</L>
<L>The <HI>Ax</HI> de&s;ign'd, you might have &s;par'd the <HI>Ki&s;s.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>London,</HI> did'&s;t thou Thy Prince's Life betraie?</L>
<L>What? could thy <HI>Sables</HI> vent no other waie?</L>
<L>Or el&s; did'&s;t thou bemoan His <HI>Cro&s;s?</HI> then, ah!</L>
<L>Why would'&s;t thou bee the cur&s;ed <HI>Golgotha?</HI></L>
<L>Thou once had&s;t Men, Plate, Arms, a Trea&s;urie</L>
<L>To <HI>binde</HI> thy KING, and ha&s;t thou none to <HI>free?</HI></L>
<L>Dull bea&s;t! thou &s;hould'&s;t, before thy <HI>Head</HI> did fall,</L>
<L>Have had at lea&s;t thy Spirits <HI>Animal.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Did You, Yee <HI>Nobles,</HI> envie CHARLS His <HI>Crown?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> beeing fal'n the <HI>Punie-gods</HI> mu&s;t down:</L>
<L>Your Raies of <HI>Honor</HI> are eclip'&s;t in Night,</L>
<L>The <HI>Sun</HI> is &s;et, from whence You drew your <HI>Light.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Religion</HI> Vail's her &s;elf; and Mourn's that &s;hee</L>
<L>Is forc'd to own &s;uch horrid Villanie.</L>
<L>The <HI>Church</HI> and <HI>State</HI> do &s;hake; that Building mu&s;t</L>
<L>Ex&s;pect to fall, who&s;e <HI>Prop</HI> is turn'd to <HI>Du&s;t.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But cea&s; from Tears. CHARLS is mo&s;t ble&s;t of men;</L>
<L>A God on Earth, more then a Saint in Heav'n.</L>
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<CLOSER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>June 16 1644</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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