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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE
On the Death of that mo&s;t Noble and Heroick KNIGHT,
<HI>SIR CHARLES L&V;CAS,</HI>
Governour of <HI>Colche&s;ter,</HI> and Generall of the <HI>E&s;&s;exian</HI> Forces, who was Murthered
by the Excellent Rebell <HI>Fairfax,</HI> the day on which <HI>Colche&s;ter</HI>
was Surrendered, <HI>Augu&s;t</HI> 27. 1648.</HEAD>
<L>I Cannot weepe, their Ponniards that doe fall</L>
<L>My eyes, refu&s;e to drop: but were my gall</L>
<L>Tran&s;parant, all might &s;ee, a bitter flood</L>
<L>Wafting my &s;oul away, with <HI>Lucas</HI> blood;</L>
<L>Though but a Rivelet, more &s;trong then <HI>Nile</HI></L>
<L>The Loyall Blood, that flow'd from him and <HI>Lile,</HI></L>
<L>Like a huge torrent, beares Rebellion downe</L>
<L>To <HI>Carisbrooke,</HI> conveighing <HI>Charles</HI> his Crowne.</L>
<L>Have all the Gods, &s;ign'd Edicts unto <HI>Mars,</HI></L>
<L>And covenanted, for perpetuall Warres,</L>
<L>That we mu&s;t wade in Blood, and dive in Gore,</L>
<L>And all for le&s;&s;e, then for a Spartan Whore?</L>
<L><HI>Menalaus</HI> fought 'gain&s;t <HI>Illium,</HI> for a face</L>
<L>We boar each other, but to win di&s;grace,</L>
<L>A &s;quare Cap, pair of Linnen Sleeves and Hood</L>
<L>Drawes Swords, &s;wels Battailes, and de&s;troyes all Good.</L>
<L>Say ye &s;lie Sophi&s;ters, who&s;e Votes are Acts,</L>
<L>Who plow up <HI>Pluto's</HI> man&s;ion with your Facts:</L>
<L>Who Flaunt in Gawdy Tryumph, feeding hie,</L>
<L><HI>Lucullus</HI>-like to heighten Luxurie,</L>
<L>Whom tumble on your Yvorie Beds, who&s;e will</L>
<L>For to Act mi&s;chief, doth &s;urpa&s;&s;e your skill;</L>
<L>Who&s;e madne&s;&s;e make you Antick, &s;uch as they</L>
<L>Who ta&s;t the bite of the Tarantula.</L>
<L>Mu&s;t Brittaine's <HI>Cae&s;ar,</HI> be a Monk for ever,</L>
<L>An Anchorite, Manumited never?</L>
<L>Whiles <HI>Hammond's</HI> wor&s;hip feeds Him with a bit,</L>
<L>Sometimes a knock, if he remember it,</L>
<L>While you his gracious Ma&s;ters think it meet</L>
<L>To to&s;&s;e to Aire, three Kingdomes with your feet.</L>
<L>Dam'd <HI>Nero</HI> like, minding your Sports and Games,</L>
<L>While <HI>Ireland</HI> &s;wallowed by devouring Flames.</L>
<L>And <HI>England,</HI> though by Mulciber not burn'd,</L>
<L>Yet by your Jarring, to a Chaos turn'd:</L>
<L>The fierie <HI>Anabapti&s;t</HI> is in Fight</L>
<L>Perpetually with the cold <HI>Adamite.</HI></L>
<L>The hardy <HI>Independent</HI> doth make War</L>
<L>Again&s;t the ea&s;ie natur'd <HI>Presbyter:</HI></L>
<L>And both of them fight jointly with the <HI>Arian,</HI></L>
<L>Again&s;t [the truly good] <HI>Epi&s;coparian,</HI></L>
<L>Whiles that Religion, with <HI>A&s;traea's</HI> gon</L>
<L>For to &s;eek out &s;ome &s;afer man&s;ion.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;o; you have agreed &s;till Kings to be,</L>
<L>Although you crack the Kingdom's Axeltree:</L>
<L>'Twill break if you &s;it long, mean time all tho&s;e</L>
<L>That love their Soveraign, are the Kingdomes foes:</L>
<L>Strange Paradoxes the&s;e, that tho&s;e mu&s;t die</L>
<L>As Traytors, who gra&s;pe &s;teel for Soveraigntie:</L>
<L>And tho&s;e who drench their Swords in Loyall Blood,</L>
<L>Are the &s;ole &s;eekers of the Kingdomes good:</L>
<L>Some Sphinx &s;alve this <HI>Aenigma</HI> unto me,</L>
<L>And by the Gods, I will a Rebell be.</L>
<L>But all my Faith, although conjoyned in one,</L>
<L>Cannot per&s;wade me 'tis Religion</L>
<L>To murther pious Kings; to Plunder lie,</L>
<L>And to grow Great, by Blood and Treacherie;</L>
<L>To fat my &s;elf, augmenting others woes,</L>
<L>Selling the needy, for a pair of &s;hoes.</L>
<L><HI>Pim's</HI> &s;pectacles with a <HI>Geneva</HI> Print,</L>
<L>Although fre&s;h coin'd in learned <HI>Calvins</HI> Mint,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t not &s;o tame my &s;en&s;e, but that I'le &s;weare</L>
<L>There's no true Subject, &s;ave the Cavaliere.</L>
<L>But you mo&s;t mighty Mon&s;ters, who out-vie</L>
<L>The &s;trange man-eating Anthropophagi,</L>
<L>With <HI>Cataline,</HI> have &s;worn to Levell all</L>
<L>To your di&s;tinction <HI>Diabolicall.</HI></L>
<L>Was't not enough, ye Vipers, that ye flew</L>
<L><HI>Tomkins</HI> and <HI>Challoner</HI> in open veiw?</L>
<L>Suckt <HI>Bourchers</HI> blood, and took great <HI>Burleighs</HI> breath,</L>
<L>By <HI>Wild, Steel, Steel</HI> and <HI>Wild</HI> betrai'd to Death</L>
<L>Again&s;t the cour&s;e and current of the Lawes,</L>
<L>Which doomes to Death, your cur&s;t Rebellious Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>That you this &s;even yeares, whil'&s;t none controules,</L>
<L>Have quafft our purple Blood in mazor Bowles.</L>
<L>But to conclude, your cruelties immen&s;e,</L>
<L>In butchering true &s;potle&s;&s;e Innocence,</L>
<L>Wounding faire Truth, and dooming Zeale to die,</L>
<L>By murthering <HI>Lucas</HI> for his Loyaltie;</L>
<L>Who&s;e worthy farewell challengeth applau&s;e,</L>
<L>Though dead be, yet &s;urvives (Fame pleades the Cau&s;e)</L>
<L>Falne in his middle Age; but what of that?</L>
<L>He fell full ripe, &s;natcht by the hand of Fate.</L>
<L>Goodne&s;&s;e doth mea&s;ure Age. Ile cea&s;e to moane:</L>
<L>He lived long, although he dy'd &s;o &s;oone.</L>
<L>When Fates impartiall hand &s;hall &s;ummon me,</L>
<L>It will increa&s;e my joy to vi&s;it Thee.</L>
<L>Blame not the THREE for this &s;ad fate; They doe</L>
<L>Con&s;ume them&s;elves in teares as well as you.</L>
<L>They had re&s;olv'd, upon the common Stage,</L>
<L>He &s;hould have Acted out old <HI>Ne&s;tors</HI> age:</L>
<L>But <HI>Jove</HI> would have him neere him, and decreed</L>
<L>He by the hands of Perjur'd &s;laves &s;hould bleed:</L>
<L>No other way there was, for him to come,</L>
<L>With happy &s;peed, to ble&s;t <HI>Elizium:</HI></L>
<L>Where next <HI>Jehovah's</HI> Throne, he now doth &s;it,</L>
<L>Beholds the Rebels Acts, and &s;miles at it;</L>
<L>Knowing, at la&s;t they &s;hall receive their Hire</L>
<L>With <HI>Cataline,</HI> in never dying Fire.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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