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<P>AN ELOGIE, AND <HI>EPITAPH,</HI> Con&s;ecrated to the ever Sacred Me|mory of that mo&s;t ILLUSTRIOUS, and Incomparable MONARCH, CHARLES, By the Grace of God, of <HI>England, Scotland, France,</HI> and <HI>Ireland,</HI> late King, <HI>&amp;c.</HI></P>
<P>Together with an Elogy and Epitaph upon the truely lamented death of that Excellent patterne of perfect Magnanimity, Virtue, Va|lour, and Loyalty, <HI>Arthur</HI> Lord <HI>Capell.</HI></P>
<P>With &s;ome &s;treames of remembrance i&s;&s;ued from the bloods of his Noble Fellow-&s;ufferers, Duke <HI>Hamil|ton,</HI> and <HI>Henry</HI> Earle of <HI>Holland.</HI></P>
<P>By <HI>F. H. Philomu&s;us.</HI></P>
<P>Printed in the Yeare, 1649.</P>
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<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
<PB REF="3">
<PB N="1" REF="3">
<HEAD>An Elogie and Epitaph, &amp;c.</HEAD>
<LG N="1">
<HEAD>1</HEAD>
<L>HOwle, howle, di&s;tracted Kingdome, let thy cryes</L>
<L>Like Dragons roarings, terrifie the earth,</L>
<L>Amaze the Heavens, fright Hell, and darke the skyes;</L>
<L>For now thy throwes have i&s;&s;ued a cur&s;ed birth:</L>
<L>Let the Sun blu&s;h, and all the trembling &s;tarres</L>
<L>Refraine be&s;pangling of their moving Spheares,</L>
<L>Untill they &s;ee the termine of our jarres;</L>
<L>Let this, of all, be deleated from yeeres,</L>
<L>Le&s;t in't the guilt of King-&s;hed &s;acred bloud.</L>
<L>Increa&s;e t' a torrent, period in a floud.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>O could we &s;ee the depth of our di&s;tre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>With <HI>Linxceys</HI> eyes! it would torment our &s;oules:</L>
<L>All Rhetorique's dumbe, our angui&s;h to expre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Horror our mourning, feare our teares controules;</L>
<L>Th'imminent judgements and impetuous &s;tormes</L>
<L>Hov'ring in vengeance ore our hardned Nation,</L>
<L>Makes zeale for woe, rave in prepo&s;terous formes,</L>
<L>And &s;tretch our heart-&s;trings on the Racke of pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t bleeding &s;oules, in &s;tead of dropping eyes</L>
<L>Bedewes the foot-&s;teps to our mi&s;eries.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Rent, rent your hearts, your garments are defil'd</L>
<L>Ye trayterous Nation, with your deare Kings bloud;</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t th'hopefull branches of his root exil'd,</L>
<L>Adds a full &s;ea to our afflictions floud:</L>
<L>Ye have betray'd a gratious King to death</L>
<L>Ye murtherous varlets, by your ba&s;e revolt</L>
<L>From th' Diadem to th' dunghill, could the breath,</L>
<L>That nine yeares &s;ince his glory did exalt</L>
<L>Unto the Heavens, with cur&s;ed yealps now cry,</L>
<L>Give us the&s;e Barrabbe&s;&s;es? let our Soveraigne die.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="2" REF="4">
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L><HI>Bu&s;iris</HI> like, ye murderers did ye dreame,</L>
<L>Heaven would raine peace f<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="2 letters"> this &s;trange Sacrifice?</L>
<L>Ye &s;hould have let your owne ours'd bloods to &s;treame,</L>
<L>And quench'd the flame of all our mi&s;eries:</L>
<L>But he in Lamb-like &s;ufferings hath wrought</L>
<L>More then Herculian conque&s;t o're your rage,</L>
<L>Though with the deare price of his blood y' have bought</L>
<L>England th' Aceldama; your dreadfull &s;tage,</L>
<L>Whereon y'have acted &s;uch a Tragedy,</L>
<L><HI>Nero</HI> had wept, had he but liv'd to &s;ee:</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Had he by Schythians, or a ruder hand,</L>
<L>Been ravi&s;h'd from us to his Crowne of glory,</L>
<L>Rea&s;on might o're our pa&s;&s;ions claime command,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e their natures yielde their acts a &s;tory:</L>
<L>But for a Tribe of Hypocrites to lurke</L>
<L>Under the wings of Zeale and Reformation,</L>
<L>Till they had fini&s;h'd Satans ma&s;ter-worke,</L>
<L>And ruin'd all the Bulworks of our Nation:</L>
<L>Thus making God, who&s;e Soule abhorres all evills,</L>
<L>Seeme to command tho&s;e acts proclaime them Divells.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>Trembled yee not, yee Furies, for to &s;ee</L>
<L>When yee conven'd, &s;uch reverence in his face?</L>
<L>Such high deportment, &s;acred Maje&s;ty,</L>
<L>Such radiant Lu&s;ter, and &s;uch awefull Grace?</L>
<L>No, no, thriving Rebellion's mov'd no more</L>
<L>With &s;uch transfixions, then a flint with teares;</L>
<L>But their de&s;ire to wallow in his goare</L>
<L>Have proved them &s;uch, nor God nor Devill feares;</L>
<L>But in contempt of both, have challeng'd all</L>
<L>The powers of VENGEANCE on their heads to fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7</HEAD>
<L>Yee viperous broode, who with your &s;ubtill teeth,</L>
<L>Un&s;eene, have gnawne through th'bowels of our State:</L>
<PB N="3" REF="4">
<L>Thinke yee REVENGE with REGICIDE agreeth?</L>
<L>Or Kingdome ruines can &s;hake hands with hate?</L>
<L>Thinke yee the extirpation of a Race</L>
<L>Divinely Royall, can e&s;tabli&s;h Peace?</L>
<L>Or &s;eat rude Traytors in our Princes place?</L>
<L>Or blood can fill our garners with increa&s;e?</L>
<L>No, no, VENGEANCE but writes in the&s;e red letters</L>
<L>How much to Hell, and torment ye are debters.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8</HEAD>
<L>But Reader, le&s;t our &s;orrows and exclaims</L>
<L>Should &s;eeme for one who&s;e graces are forgot,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e Rebellion tooke &s;uch tedious pains</L>
<L>His &s;potle&s;&s;e &s;oule, with helli&s;h guilt to blot:</L>
<L>Though language faulter, and our Contemplation</L>
<L>Reach but the Idea of his ble&s;t perfection;</L>
<L>Yet let our groans disburthen's of &s;ome pa&s;&s;ion;</L>
<L>Communicating Mourners (Sans exception)</L>
<L>May clap a <HI>plaudit,</HI> to th' eternall Fame</L>
<L>Of him, who&s;e <HI>exit</HI> &s;eal'd our la&s;ting &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9</HEAD>
<L>Would yee have Heaven in a choice Cabinet</L>
<L>Trea&s;ure her riche&s;t graces up in &s;tore&punc;</L>
<L>For a &s;elected people to be &s;et</L>
<L>In th' Arke of their affections? he was more,</L>
<L>For the continued fire of Divine ZEALE,</L>
<L>For his Redeemers glory did inflame</L>
<L>The darke&s;t angles of our Common-weale;</L>
<L>He was a burning Light, who&s;e &s;hining Fame</L>
<L>Made ENGLAND &s;eeme, once, as &s;he had con&s;pir'd</L>
<L>With radiant truth&punc; the world t' have wholly fir'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10</HEAD>
<L>RELIGION was enhaunc'd to &s;uch a price</L>
<L>In his e&s;teeme, 't &s;eem'd as Devotion had</L>
<L>Been onely moulded by his exerci&s;e,</L>
<L>(To make the ZEALOUS-HEARTED truly glad:)</L>
<PB N="4" REF="5">
<L>Nor onely in a Cell his piety,</L>
<L>Gave life to th' hou<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">es of his well &s;pent dayes;</L>
<L>But in the Temple of the Diety,</L>
<L>He oft proclaimed his Creatours prai&s;e:</L>
<L>So fervent in, of prayer, &s;o rich a prizer,</L>
<L>As earth had had no other Sacrificer.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11</HEAD>
<L>Have ye ob&s;erv'd the curling Maine to trea&s;ure</L>
<L>Each Rivers Off-&s;pring in her &s;pacious wombe,</L>
<L>Rendring to every Fountaine her ju&s;t mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Making her &s;elfe againe their tributes tombe;</L>
<L>So did this Sea of wi&s;edome &s;till receive</L>
<L>Th'i&s;&s;uing Rivolets of ingenious &s;tore,</L>
<L>Nor did he by retention thus bereave</L>
<L>Them of their wealth, but rendred foure fold more,</L>
<L>To each &s;mall Spring that &s;tream'd pure waters forth,</L>
<L>Yet &s;till re&s;erv'd's owne inexhau&s;tine worth.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="12">
<HEAD>12</HEAD>
<L>The Arts in him con&s;pired to erect</L>
<L>A la&s;ting fabrick to eternity,</L>
<L>Who&s;e concave did containe the true effect</L>
<L>Of the mo&s;t ab&s;olute ACADEMIE:</L>
<L>Had ye ob&s;erv'd, this Mirour did pre&s;ent</L>
<L>The Sciences in an EPITOMIE;</L>
<L>Or rather't &s;eem'd they had beene onely &s;ent</L>
<L>From him to borrow light and dignity;</L>
<L>Each Science &s;erving but t' attend and doe</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Acts that his perfection prompt them to.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="13">
<HEAD>13</HEAD>
<L>So highly Gods pure wor&s;hip did he tender,</L>
<L>That in his late&s;t exigent of breath</L>
<L>He prov'd him&s;elfe our &s;aving faiths Defender,</L>
<L>By &s;igning with his blood 'ts reprieve from death;</L>
<L>Still David-like in valour he appear'd,</L>
<L>And in his troubles Job and David too,</L>
<PB N="5" REF="5">
<L>For Patient Magnanimity, y' have heard,</L>
<L>Were perfect patterns of his tedious woe,</L>
<L>Who SAMPSON like, drownd in his la&s;t &s;pilt goare</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of &s;oules, that laugh'd at's greefe before.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="14">
<HEAD>14</HEAD>
<L>Now &s;narle accur&s;ed ENVIE, let thy gall</L>
<L>Bur&s;t with thy Venome, for this object will</L>
<L>Rebound thy blunt a&s;pertions, like a wall</L>
<L>Of Adamant, (thy meager &s;oule to kill:)</L>
<L>And when the Armies of our Nation &s;hall</L>
<L>Di&s;claime to trea&s;ure, with his glory, our &s;hame,</L>
<L>His glories tryumph in our fatall fall,</L>
<L>T' eternity &s;hall &s;till pre&s;erve his Fame:</L>
<L>For death hath murder'd in this cruel &s;troke</L>
<L>Three Kingdomes Honours, and their Ba&s;is broke.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="15">
<HEAD>15</HEAD>
<L>Re&s;t &s;acred Mattyr, who&s;e ble&s;t Temples are</L>
<L>Crown'd with the glory of thy SAVIOURS merit,</L>
<L>And let the&s;e Traytors for thy Scepter jarre,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thou a heavenly Kingdome do'&s;t inherit;</L>
<L>And though we langui&s;h in a dying life.</L>
<L>Yet may thy Royal Off-&s;pring be pre&s;erv'd</L>
<L>From being butcher'd on our &s;tage of &s;trife,</L>
<L>(More &s;wift to urge our vengeance, ju&s;t de&s;erv'd,)</L>
<L>And whil&s;t the woes of REGICIDES increa&s;e,</L>
<L>May thy blood be our Sacrifice of peace.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="epitaph">
<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<L>Reader, here lies three Kingdomes Peace,</L>
<L>Their Honours, plenty, and increa&s;e&punc;</L>
<L>Religion, Learning, Faith, Law, Grace,</L>
<L>Are all in&s;hrin'd in this &s;mall place;</L>
<L>One accurs'd In&s;trument of wrath and woe,</L>
<L>Made three brave Kingdomes headle&s;&s;e with a blow.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV2>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="elegy">
<PB REF="6">
<PB N="7" REF="6">
<HEAD>An ELOGIE, and EPITAPH upon <HI>ARTHUR</HI> Lord <HI>CAPELL.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>WRetched'&s;t of Kingdomes, late the world admir'd</L>
<L>Thy glorious Lu&s;tre, State, magnificence,</L>
<L>Untill prepo&s;trous ZEALE thy brambles fir'd.</L>
<L>Who&s;e rage hath ruin'd all thy excellence;</L>
<L>Thus Heaven we &s;ee when Kingdomes but augment,</L>
<L>Their &s;innes appeare, or plenties doe increa&s;e,</L>
<L>(And with choyce mercies their ba&s;e lu&s;ts foment)</L>
<L>Can change th'abu&s;ed benefits of peace</L>
<L>Into continued judgements, as Heaven woo'd</L>
<L>Drownd's in a deluge of our noble&s;t blood.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="2">
<HEAD>2</HEAD>
<L>Suffic'd it not your thir&s;t (ye hell-fir'd &s;oules)</L>
<L>T' have drunke the dregs of wrath in your Kings gore?</L>
<L>But mu&s;t ye quaffe damnations healths in bowles</L>
<L>Of our Peeres blood, t'intoxicate ye more?</L>
<L>Feed ye upon our poore like bread, and will</L>
<L>Nought &s;urfet ye? nor Prince, nor peoples meanes?</L>
<L>Mu&s;t Lords e&s;tates your Idoll panches fill?</L>
<L>Can Heaven de&s;igne's no plagues but the&s;e extreames?</L>
<L>No, no, tis ju&s;t that Tyranny and Hate</L>
<L>Should feed on people ripened in debate.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="3">
<HEAD>3</HEAD>
<L>Me thinks it &s;eemes a wonder ye &s;hould thir&s;t</L>
<L>After ye have drunke the Royall fountayne dry:</L>
<L>But oh! that blood exa&s;perates your curs't</L>
<L>In&s;atiate drought; who&s;e rage will never die</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t &s;treames of noble tincture flow in vaines</L>
<L>Of chry&s;tall, t'out &s;hine yours of Stygian hue;</L>
<L>Your &s;oules though di'd with Regicidiall &s;taines,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t be redrench'd in blood of Worthies too,</L>
<L>And le&s;t &s;wift vengeance &s;eize ye on lifes &s;hore,</L>
<L>Yee'l &s;wim to hell ore &s;eas of noble goare.</L>
</LG>
<PB N="8" REF="7">
<LG N="4">
<HEAD>4</HEAD>
<L>But &s;ay, (ye ENGINEERS of TORMENT, why</L>
<L>Devi&s;e yee plagues to langui&s;h us to death?</L>
<L>Could yee not (as<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Cali gu|la.</NOTE> ROMES TYRANT wi&s;h'd) once tye</L>
<L>Our va&s;&s;al<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">d necks to one fierce &s;troake of death?</L>
<L>Though yee becharm'd us to believe our woe</L>
<L>For chiefe&s;t good, yet when we &s;ee ye teare</L>
<L>The Limbs from the falne Cedar, we mu&s;t &s;hew</L>
<L>The world your fal&s;hoods in our trembling feare;</L>
<L>But vengeance will not &s;pare that bla&s;pemie</L>
<L>Which makes Heaven &s;eeme t' approve cur&s;t cruelty.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="5">
<HEAD>5</HEAD>
<L>Can neither cries of Widdows, nor the teares</L>
<L>Of tender Orphans, not the dreadfull groanes</L>
<L>Of three &s;ad Kingdomes pierce your deafned eares?</L>
<L>Will ye not heare the Pri&s;oners ruefull moanes?</L>
<L>The cries of blood have peirc't the Firmament,</L>
<L>And vengeance &s;lumbereth not, ye brands of ire,</L>
<L>TOPHET'S prepar'd of old, not as ye meant</L>
<L>For glorious CHARLES, nor CAPELL, but with fire</L>
<L>Eternally to torture tho&s;e that &s;ell</L>
<L>Kings and Peeres bloods to purcha&s;e Thrones in Hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="6">
<HEAD>6</HEAD>
<L>Readers, perchance now ye expect to know</L>
<L>Why we amaze the world with our exclaimes;</L>
<L>And whence tho&s;e torrents of dire pa&s;&s;ions flow,</L>
<L>That the&s;e &s;ad dirge-&s;trains powerfully proclaimes?</L>
<L>Did not the flames of Zeale for our late lo&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Extract the quint'&s;ence of all anxious teares?</L>
<L>That ruine quite transform'd our joyes to dro&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>And this our hopes to agravated feares;</L>
<L>Ruine &s;aid I? no, CHARLES and CAPELLS name</L>
<L>Re&s;ts crown'd with glory, but their Foes with &s;hame.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="7">
<HEAD>7</HEAD>
<L>He whom we now lament earth equals not, in him</L>
<L>Valour, and Fortitude, feem'd both to place</L>
<PB N="9" REF="7">
<L>Their choi&s;e demen&s;ions in his every Limb,</L>
<L>Which his Zeale manag'd with HEROICK grace;</L>
<L>Prudence but u&s;her'd his accompli&s;hments,</L>
<L>And though blinde fortune, him betray'd to th'hate</L>
<L>Of a perfidious enemy, 's in tents</L>
<L>Proclaim'd him Victor in his captive &s;tate;</L>
<L>Who in his late&s;t exigent of breath,</L>
<L>Conquer'd his murdters in outbraving death.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="8">
<HEAD>8</HEAD>
<L>Nor here expect our griefes &s;hould entertaine</L>
<L>Their Worths,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Hamilton and Hol|land.</NOTE> as th' honor'd lo&s;&s;e we chiefely waile,</L>
<L>Though with their bloods th' have purified the &s;taine</L>
<L>Of their di&s;loyalty; true, fle&s;h is fraile,</L>
<L>Nor therefore &s;hall black obloquy cloud or'e</L>
<L>Their redeem'd Honours; but joynt &s;uffering &s;hall</L>
<L>Write their eternall glory with the goare</L>
<L>That &s;tream'd from CAPELL in's HEROICK fall;</L>
<L><NOTE PLACE="marg">Religion, King, Lawes.</NOTE>For one true Martyr in that * three fold cau&s;e</L>
<L>May render three brave exits their applau&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="9">
<HEAD>9</HEAD>
<L>You who&s;e afflicted &s;oules doe merrit here</L>
<L>True Crownes of Patience, O remember how</L>
<L>This con&s;tant pre&s;ident did &s;till appeare</L>
<L>Glorious in Tryals, crown'd with glory now;</L>
<L>Let not ba&s;e feare of Tyranny and Rage</L>
<L>Betray your Honours to a la&s;ting &s;hame,</L>
<L>Their Tragick Tryumphs but their woes pre&s;age,</L>
<L>Which will increa&s;e, as your eternall Fame:</L>
<L>Your blood's &s;o &s;pilt mo&s;t potently invoke</L>
<L>Your Mercies, whil&s;t REVENGE prepares their &s;troake.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="10">
<HEAD>10</HEAD>
<L>Cea&s;e, cea&s;e your mournings, ye indulgent &s;oules;</L>
<L>Give not occa&s;ion to tho&s;e in&s;olent</L>
<L>To tryumph whil&s;t your pa&s;&s;ions hope controules,</L>
<L>Teares now &s;eeme &s;tream'd from inward di&s;content</L>
<PB N="10" REF="8">
<L>At his eternall happine&s;&s;e (the Sunne</L>
<L>Appears mo&s;t radiant &s;till before a &s;howre)</L>
<L>But if your &s;orrowes in a full &s;treame runne,</L>
<L>'T may cloud his lu&s;tre, and augment the power</L>
<L>Of petulency, deluge like t' o'reflow</L>
<L>His honours Pillar in their flood of woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG N="11">
<HEAD>11</HEAD>
<L>Re&s;t, re&s;t, Renowned Martyr, whil&s;t we prai&s;e</L>
<L>Gods power that in thy con&s;tancy appear'd;</L>
<L>Thy vertues thee a Pyramid &s;hall rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t Tyrants of their &s;hadowes are affeard,</L>
<L>Thou who ha&s;t &s;acrific'd thy well-&s;pent life,</L>
<L>For God and King, with them art crown'd in glory,</L>
<L>May thy ble&s;t Off-&s;pring and thy fruitfull Wife,</L>
<L>Joy to contemplate on thy honour'd &s;tory;</L>
<L>And may thy blood, or prove a drench to purge</L>
<L>Thy Murderers mallice, or their ruines urge.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 TYPE="epitaph">
<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<L>Grace, Valour, Magnanimity,</L>
<L>Zeale, Fortitude, Faith, Loyalty.</L>
<L>Cho&s;e this true HEROE here in&s;hrin'd,</L>
<L>To be their Champion, he who&s;e minde</L>
<L>Vanqui&s;h'd the power of Tyranny and rage,</L>
<L>Defying death upon's owne tragicke Stage,</L>
<L>And though his Murderers on his &s;uffrings fed,</L>
<L>They drunke their bane when's innocency bled.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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