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<P><PB REF="1">
AN ELEGIE AND EPITAPH On that glorious Saint, and ble&s;&s;ed Martyr, King Charles I.</P>
<P>The be&s;t of Kings &s;ince Chri&s;t, but mur|ther'd by the wor&s;t of men &s;ince the Creation.</P>
<P>Written a day or two after his Martyrdom, and occa&s;ioned by an Arbitrary and Tyrannous Procla|mation that made it Trea&s;on for any man to &s;peak or write again&s;t the barbarous Murther.</P>
<P>Now publi&s;hed to &s;hew the World the unparallel'd Patience and Piety of the dead Murther'd King; and the matchle&s;&s;e impudence and impiety of his pa&s;t and pre&s;ent living Murtherers.</P>
<P>For the &s;u&s;pition of which, and many other things, the Author lay almo&s;t two years in the Gate-hou&s;e, defy|ing all the in&s;olent and illagal U&s;urpation, and power at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter</HI> and <HI>White-Hall.</HI></P>
<P>Saying alwayes then, and ever &s;ince, and ever will, <HI>God ble&s;s King CHARLES the Second.</HI></P>
<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Williams</HI> at the Crown in St. <HI>Paul's</HI> Church-yard. 1661.</P>
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<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
<PB N="3" REF="2">
<HEAD><HI>An Elegie on that glorious Saint, and ble&s;sed Mar|tyr,</HI> KING CHARLES <HI>the Fir&s;t, the be&s;t of Kings &s;ince Chri&s;t, but murther'd by the wor&s;t of men &s;ince the Creation.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>NOt &s;peak! not write! I'le &s;ooner pray to Hell,</L>
<L>Preach again&s;t Heaven; &amp; the Almighty tell,</L>
<L>That <HI>Cromwel, Ireton, Peters,</HI> tho&s;e damn'd three</L>
<L>He-Furies: Earth's inhumane Trinitie,</L>
<L>Hell's <HI>Cerberus</HI> &s;hall be my Saviour, &s;et</L>
<L>My faith on this new Triple <HI>Mahomet:</HI></L>
<L>Change Greek and Hebrew for th' Arabick work;</L>
<L>And from a Chri&s;tian Cavalier, turn Turk.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not &s;peak! not write! Comets &s;hall &s;ooner be</L>
<L>Took to &s;top bloody-fluxt impietie:</L>
<L>And a full draught from Hell of liquid heat,</L>
<L>A cooling julip to the flaming meat.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not &s;peak! not write! the many headed Snake,</L>
<L><HI>Hydra,</HI> as many Chri&s;tian Kings &s;hall make:</L>
<L>And all the Chri&s;tian Monarchs make at be&s;t</L>
<L>(Single or joyn'd) a many-headed Bea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Can any pen or tongue be dumb, when guilt</L>
<L>Cries out &s;o loud, &s;uch innocent blood is &s;pilt?</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="3">
No, it were &s;ilent bla&s;phemy, and nigh</L>
<L>To a conceal'd Chri&s;tian Apo&s;tacy;</L>
<L>And we might ju&s;tly fear again&s;t us all</L>
<L>The fatal hand-writing upon the Wall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not &s;peak! nor write! hell's lower hou&s;e as &s;oon</L>
<L>May vote &s;alvation to us, and the boon</L>
<L>Be &s;ign'd above, and I as eas'ly fear,</L>
<L>De&s;truction, as a Proclamation here.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Hence halters to tho&s;e hell-hounds that proclaim</L>
<L>Bad, good; truth, trea&s;on, in the Devil's name;</L>
<L>Shall <HI>Brad&s;haw, Steel,</HI> and <HI>Cook,</HI> controul and rant,</L>
<L>Like <HI>Minos, Aeacus, and Rhadamant?</HI></L>
<L>Shall a whole Legion of packt fiends contrive</L>
<L>To murther God-like <HI>Charles,</HI> and I connive?</L>
<L>No, Were I dumb like <HI>Atys, (Cre&s;us</HI> &s;on)</L>
<L>I mu&s;t cry out, when &s;uch a deed is done<HI>:</HI></L>
<L>And &s;peak, and write in &s;trains as big, and high</L>
<L>(If po&s;&s;ible) as all their villany:</L>
<L>Out-voice the Thunder when 'tis lowdly &s;ent</L>
<L>The wicked for a fright and puni&s;hment:</L>
<L>Silence hell's howles, and (faithle&s;&s;e) &s;earch to find</L>
<L>Murtherers there of &s;uch a bloudy kind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Catiline, Sylla, Marius,</HI> tho&s;e old three;</L>
<L>Three Children in the fiery furnace be,</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="3">
Compar'd to the&s;e: the Roman Senat's hate</L>
<L>To <HI>Ce&s;ar,</HI> but an honorable fate.</L>
<L><HI>Ravilliac's</HI> hand imbrewd in milk, the ill</L>
<L>By <HI>Faux</HI> intended a meer pecca-dill.</L>
<L>The age and acts of that mad Parliament,</L>
<L><HI>Henry</HI> the third's; a holy time of <HI>Lent,</HI></L>
<L>And pious works the Divell him&s;elf may pa&s;&s;e</L>
<L>For a pa&s;t, pre&s;ent, and a future A&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wi&s;e <HI>Solomon</HI> was out, if he did &s;umm</L>
<L>Prophetically up what was to come,</L>
<L>In his old &s;aw; for I dare boldly &s;ay,</L>
<L>There's &s;omething new under the Sun to day:</L>
<L>And the more new, becau&s;e it did not &s;oon</L>
<L>Fright to a mid-night darknes, mid-day noon:</L>
<L>Threaten the World with Doom&s;day, &amp; each globe,</L>
<L>Hang round for it with a &s;ad fun'rall robe:</L>
<L>But caus'd Heavens &s;earcher pry with brighter light,</L>
<L>As having never &s;een &s;o black a &s;ight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A &s;ight, at which all ages pa&s;t, to come,</L>
<L>Out of Religion, mu&s;t for &s;hame be dumb:</L>
<L>Only this pre&s;ent, bold, Athei&s;tick, tell,</L>
<L>What makes one ignorant, one Infidell:</L>
<L>Yet they who dare but &s;peak it now, may fear</L>
<L>Convul&s;ions, we contu&s;ions but to hear.</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="4">
I tremble when Gods vengeance &s;hall begin,</L>
<L>What &s;hoals of &s;ouls mu&s;t expiate this &s;in?</L>
<L>The Briti&s;h name and Nation mu&s;t not die</L>
<L>Alone, but all the Princes far and nigh,</L>
<L>That &s;uffer'd it: King Charles his bloody head,</L>
<L>The hairy Comet that portends them dead.</L>
<L><HI>France, Spain, Pole, Denmark,</HI> all ye royal Clowns,</L>
<L>Self-Traytors, Sons of <HI>Coridons,</HI> not Crowns,</L>
<L>Look to it well, de&s;truction's at your door;</L>
<L>This bloody Star was never &s;een before.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The World mu&s;t be beheaded, common Fate</L>
<L>Head&s;man to introduce a common State:</L>
<L>And <HI>(Nero-like)</HI> all Monarchs here below,</L>
<L>By the ba&s;e people &s;uffer at one blow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And may it come to pa&s;&s;e, and wor&s;e, may earth</L>
<L>And Heaven mix &s;trongly in a mon&s;trous birth</L>
<L>Of &s;trange unheard confu&s;ion: the fixt &s;tars</L>
<L>Dropt to the centre, &s;et the Poles at jars.</L>
<L>The Signes Coele&s;tial trace the Earth, the Seas</L>
<L>Turn Skies, and Angels mans Antipodes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Since <HI>Charles</HI> is gone; that modern Princely frame</L>
<L>Of Ancient Virtue, and what e're bears name</L>
<L>Of pious, peaceable, religious, wi&s;e,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t, learned, patient's taken from our eyes:</L>
<L><PB N="7" REF="4">
Heaven's Darling dead; alive earth's chief delight,</L>
<L>To man let nothing &s;eem in either right:</L>
<L>Only his &s;pirit, (which now can purely &s;ee)</L>
<L>Behold in order all things as they be:</L>
<L>More bright by his eclip&s;e, and &s;et, adorn'd</L>
<L>With a Coele&s;tial Crown, for one was thorn'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now th' art a great and glorious King indeed,</L>
<L>Above the <HI>Pater-no&s;ter</HI> or the Creed</L>
<L>Of thy packt perjur'd Parliament, who &s;wore,</L>
<L>And jugled in them&s;elves; thee out of door.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here is no need a Parliament to call;</L>
<L>No uproars, tumults about this Whitehall:</L>
<L>The common-people, (Saints and Angels here)</L>
<L>Cry not for ju&s;tice, but are void of fear,</L>
<L>And jealou&s;ies; no Bomkins pens are pointed</L>
<L>With &s;harp petitions again&s;t God's Annointed.</L>
<L>Here are no Members five, that plot, and plea</L>
<L>Again&s;t the known Laws, nor will ever be;</L>
<L>No City-guard, for &s;ubtile, guilty fear,</L>
<L>The Cittizens are wi&s;e, and hone&s;t here.</L>
<L>Here's no Rebellion under a pretence</L>
<L>Of evill Council, and a ju&s;t defence:</L>
<L>No Presbyters, or Independents be,</L>
<L>To preach it up, heres onely Hierarchy,</L>
<L>And Monarchy, where God, as King controuls,</L>
<L>And Chri&s;t as the Arch-Bi&s;hop of the &s;ouls.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="8" REF="5">
<L>Here is no driving hence, or forced flight,</L>
<L>No battell at <HI>Edge-hill,</HI> or <HI>Na&s;eby</HI> fight:</L>
<L>No running to the Scots, and then be &s;old</L>
<L>By his fal&s;e, covetous Natives, back for gold</L>
<L>To the bloud-thir&s;ty Engli&s;h: an old crew</L>
<L>Of Chri&s;tian Savages, beyond the new</L>
<L>Heatheni&s;h Americans, and deeper dy'd</L>
<L>In royal goar than all the world be&s;ide:</L>
<L>Only the Scot excepted, to who&s;e &s;hame</L>
<L>King-killer is a convertible name;</L>
<L>Fal&s;e, &s;tubborn, form, and matter: <HI>Judas</HI> can</L>
<L>Say, he was not &s;o much Chri&s;t's Countryman;</L>
<L>Nor bound to &s;uch obedience by the tie</L>
<L>Of &s;ubject, or the Law of Soveraignty:</L>
<L>Be&s;ides that Chri&s;t could not &s;o well be &s;til'd,</L>
<L>The Father of his Country, he his child:</L>
<L>Nay, boldly more in his defence he got</L>
<L>Not the tyth-penny of the greedy Scot.</L>
<L>But <HI>Judas</HI> there is out, and adds a lye</L>
<L>Unto his avarice, and treachery;</L>
<L>For he was onely one, and in earth's round</L>
<L>There could not be another <HI>Judas</HI> found?</L>
<L>To join and &s;hare the &s;um with him; but here</L>
<L>Did twenty thou&s;and <HI>Juda&s;ses</HI> appear,</L>
<L>At once to &s;ell and &s;hare their Ma&s;ter: he</L>
<L>Out-&s;trips them yet in his la&s;t ob&s;equie,</L>
<L>And hangs him&s;elf for &s;orrow; the&s;e are bent</L>
<L>To hang them&s;elves before they will repent;</L>
<L><PB N="9" REF="5">
Such is their bloudy hardne&s;s, cur&s;ed <HI>Cain</HI></L>
<L>Stand &s;till, and let the&s;e Vagabonds obtain</L>
<L>Thy &s;tragling puni&s;hment, 'tis theirs the rather,</L>
<L>Being le&s;&s;e to kill a Brother than a Father.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here is no <HI>Holmby</HI> to re&s;train, or fright</L>
<L>Thy power, or peace; no Sea-bound <HI>I&s;le of Wight</HI></L>
<L>To limit thee, no <HI>Carisbrook,</HI> no <HI>Hurst,</HI></L>
<L>No <HI>Whaley, Hammond, Ewer,</HI> and which is wor&s;t;</L>
<L>No high, forg'd Court of fal&s;hood, that dares try,</L>
<L>Affront, adjudge their Soveraign Lord to dye:</L>
<L>Again&s;t all honour, wi&s;dom, law, or right,</L>
<L>The <HI>Magna Charta</HI> of the meane&s;t wight:</L>
<L>Unheard, or unaccus'd by any tongue,</L>
<L>But what from their own &s;etting malice &s;prung:</L>
<L>And after all the&s;e deeds of darkne&s;&s;e done,</L>
<L>To execute him in the open Sun:</L>
<L>An action without boldne&s;&s;e I may dare</L>
<L>Place next the Jews, to Chri&s;t; though not compare,</L>
<L>And yet the Jews were better in one thing,</L>
<L>The&s;e call'd <HI>Charles</HI> Tyrant; and they Chri&s;t a King.</L>
<L>And I may &s;ay, his &s;uffering &s;et a&s;ide,</L>
<L>None e're le&s;s King-like, or more Chri&s;t-like died.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To &s;ee a Monarch of three Kingdoms &s;tand</L>
<L>At his own Gate, and in his chiefe&s;t land:</L>
<L>Mounted in &s;pite upon a common throne</L>
<L>Of &s;hame, and trea&s;on, by him&s;elf alone:</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="6">
For&s;aken of his Nobles, Subjects, all,</L>
<L>But Rebells, by who&s;e power he is to fall</L>
<L>A Martyr for Religion; and to die</L>
<L>Redeemer of the peoples libertie</L>
<L>From popular in&s;lavement, his bare head</L>
<L>bow'd to the Heads-mans hand to &s;trike him dead.</L>
<L>Yet all this while neither in word, or deed,</L>
<L>Oppo&s;e the traitrous axe, but mildly bleed,</L>
<L>In&s;tructing fir&s;t with a Maje&s;tick grace,</L>
<L>His gracele&s;&s;e guard that gaz'd him in the face,</L>
<L>Undutifully cover'd, praying too,</L>
<L>And pard'ning tho&s;e, that God can hardly do;</L>
<L>His ab&s;ent, pre&s;ent murtherers, who boa&s;t</L>
<L>A &s;in next that again&s;t the Holy Gho&s;t:</L>
<L>Malitious 'gain&s;t the light of truth, who can</L>
<L>Believe it? and all this as meerly man.</L>
<L>The earth that at Chri&s;ts pa&s;&s;ion &s;hook before,</L>
<L>Stood now &s;tone-&s;till, as being amaz'd the more.</L>
<L>The graves that open'd at that horrid &s;ight,</L>
<L>Were hu&s;ht at this, as in a greater fright.</L>
<L>The veyl rent then, with us was long before,</L>
<L>Temple, Prie&s;ts, Tables, all in peices tore.</L>
<L>Hell that but howl'd, now wept, and laught, the devil</L>
<L>Came &s;ad, and glad at once, to &s;ee this evil,</L>
<L>And good together mixt; whereby his Crown</L>
<L>Was &s;o at once exalted, and ca&s;t down.</L>
<L>Each circum&s;tance and accident to paint,</L>
<L>Would make a Saint an Athei&s;t, Athei&s;t Saint:</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="6">
And I to draw this white and black be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t have an Angel's wing, a Divel's hide.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And therefore being &s;et (bright <HI>Charles)</HI> and we</L>
<L>Left here, not thine, but our own Elegie;</L>
<L>Dark, clowded Cavaliers, who hourly look</L>
<L>To find our names writ in thy &s;anguine book:</L>
<L>By thy example let us learn to dye,</L>
<L>(As formerly to live) in piety,</L>
<L>Practi&s;e thy gifts, that we as well may be</L>
<L>The &s;ubjects of thy graces; as of thee:</L>
<L>Mild, merciful in death, and Martyrs fall</L>
<L>All we for thee; as thou ha&s;t done for all:</L>
<L>That <HI>Charles,</HI> and Cavalier, within this Land,</L>
<L>For Saint, and Martyr, may hereafter &s;tand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And may thy Son, the glory of his Age,</L>
<L>And hopeful &s;top, and &s;courge of Rebels rage:</L>
<L>King <HI>Charles</HI> the &s;econd, fir&s;t to all be&s;ide,</L>
<L>But thee, whom Engli&s;h Jews have cruci&s;ied:</L>
<L>Great in good &s;ubjects and a vertuous name,</L>
<L>Be only <HI>Charles</HI> the le&s;&s;e in martyr'd fame.</L>
</LG>
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<PB REF="7">
<PB N="13" REF="7">
<HEAD>An Epitaph</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<P><HI>On that unparallel'd Prince King</HI> CHARLS <HI>the Fir&s;t, the Sacred and Royal, Church and State-Martyr of</HI> England; <HI>to his own glory, and the eternal &s;hame of his three Kingdoms, and all Chri&s;tian Princes be&s;ide, patiently yet publickly beheaded at his chief Court-gate,</HI> White-Hall <HI>January the</HI> 30. 1648.</P>
</ARGUMENT>
<LG>
<L>STand off Rebellion, let no traitrous eye</L>
<L>Pre&s;ume to glance on Martyr'd Maje&s;ty.</L>
<L>Duty, and love approach: yet draw not neer,</L>
<L>Without a drooping heart, a dropping tear:</L>
<L>No Age did ever any place intru&s;t</L>
<L>With &s;uch &s;ad, &s;acred, royall, dangerous du&s;t:</L>
<L>So threatning, and portentous, it may make</L>
<L>The pre&s;ent tremble, future Ages quake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Here &s;ever'd lies, joind <HI>Britain's Charles</HI> the Fir&s;t,</L>
<L>Be&s;t King &s;ince Chri&s;t, but butcher'd by the wor&s;t</L>
<L>Of men &s;ince the Creation: a packt crew</L>
<L>Of Devils, that make the crucifying Jew</L>
<L>A Circumci&s;ing Angell, and advance</L>
<L>Known malice above bloody ignorance:</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="8">
Such feinds 'twere &s;in in Chri&s;tians to be wav'd,</L>
<L>To think they were created, can be &s;av'd:</L>
<L>Who&s;e Sun-burnt actions, and black midnight works,</L>
<L>White hells, Saint Athei&s;ts, deifie the Turks:</L>
<L>Not God's &s;ent executioners, and rod,</L>
<L>But executioners them&s;elves of God,</L>
<L>As high as they could reach; for here lies dead</L>
<L>God, in his earthly Image murthered.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A looking gla&s;&s;e, for Chri&s;tian Kings to &s;ee</L>
<L>Their downfall in beheaded Monarchy;</L>
<L>And Chri&s;tianity in it's full raie</L>
<L>Of Maje&s;ty, benighted at noon-day:</L>
<L>As if the great and good of all the world,</L>
<L>In <HI>Charles</HI> his &s;ett were to a Chaos hurld.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But God, to vindicate the clowded flame</L>
<L>Of his &s;lain Second, hath &s;o &s;tarr'd his name;</L>
<L>Black Trea&s;on needs this blazing truth mu&s;t tell</L>
<L>Had he till Doom&s;-day &s;tood, h'ad &s;ooner fell.</L>
</LG>
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