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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A79960	Monumentum Regale or a tombe, erected for that incomparable and glorious monarch, Charles the First, King of Great Britane, France and Ireland, &c. In select elegies, epitaphs, and poems.	Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.	1649 (1649)	Wing C4681; Thomason E1217_5; ESTC R208852	19,792	48

a Perpendicular The Thread His Wisdome was Humility the Lead By which he measur'd Men and Things took aim At actions crooked and at actions plain He and all from him into Cubes did fall And yet as perfect as the Circle all 'T was He took Nature's Bredth Depth and Hight Knew the just difference 'twixt Wrong and Right He saw the points of things could justly hit What must be done what may what 's just what fit As if like Moses he had had resort Unto Gods Councell ere he was of 's Court. Hence his Religion was his choice not Fate Rul'd by Gods Word not Interest of State Others may thank their stars He his inquest Who sounding all sides anchor'd in the best His Crown contain'd a Miter He did twist Moses and Aaron King and Casuist When the Mahumetan or Pope shall look On his Soul's best Interpreter his Book His Book his Life his Death will henceforth be The Church of England's best Apologie Thus Dove and Serpent kiss'd as if they meant To render him as wise so innocent His own good Genius knew not whether were His Heart more single or his Head more clear Virtue was his Prerogative and thus Charles rul'd the King before the King rul'd Vs He knew that to command his onely way Was first to teach his Passions to obey And his incessant waiting on God's Throne Gave him such meek reflections on his own That being forc't to censure he exprest A Judges Office with a Mothers breast And when some sturdie violence began T'unsheath his sword unwilling to be drawn He but destroy'd and so soft mercy can The malefactor to preserve the Man Even Hell 's blind Journey-men those Sons of Night Who look on scarlet murder and think 't white Unwillingly confess'd The onely thing Which made him guiltie was That He was King He was Incarnate Justice and 't is said Astraea liv'd in him yet dy'd a Maid We want an Emblem for him Phoebus must Stand still in Libra to speak Charles the Just And yet though he were such that nothing lesse Then Virtue 's mean stretcht to a just Excesse Flew from his Soul He like the Sun was known To see all excellence except his own His Modesty was such that All which He ' Ere spake or thought os's self was Calumny But yet so mixt with state that one might see It made him not lesse Kingly but more free He was not like those Princes whot ' expresse A learned surfeit a sublime excesse Send to dispeople all the Sea of Fish Depopulate the Aire to make one dish Such skilfull ' luxuries as onely serve To make their minds more plentifully sterve Whatever Dainties fill'd his Board by chance His onely constant Dish was a Evagr. l. 1. c. 21. de Monachis quibusdam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Temperance His Virtue did so limit him his Court Implied his Cloyster and his very sport Was Self-deniall Nay though he were seen So roab'd in purple and so macht t' a Queen As made him glitter like a Noon-day Sun Yet still his Soul wore sackcloth and liv'd Nun. b Evagr. l. 1. c. 13 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Simeon the Stylite in his Pillar pent Might live more strict but not more innocent So wise so just so good so great and all What is' t could set him higher but his fal When he caught up by a Celestiall Train Began his second and more solid Raign How to that Heaven did this Pilot steer Twixt th' Independent and the Presbyter Plac'd in the confines of two shipwracks thus The Greeks are seated 'twixt the Turks and Vs Whom did By zantium free Rome would condemn And freed from Rome they are enslaved by them So plac'd betwixt a Precipice and Wolf There the Aegaean here the Venice gulf What with the rising and the setting Sun By these th' are hated and by those undon Thus virtues hemm'd with vices and though either Solicites her consent she yields to neither Nay thus our Saviour to enhance his grief Was hung betwixt a Murderer and a Thief Now Charles as King and as a good King too Being Christs adopted self was both to do And suffer like him both to live and die So much more humble as he was more high Then his own Subjects He was thus to tread In the same footsteps and submit his Head To the same thorns when spit upon and beat To make his Conscience serve for his retreat And overcome by suffering To take up His Saviours Crosse and pledge him in his Cup. Since then our Soveraign by just account Liv'd o're our Saviours Sermon in the Mount And did all Christian Precepts so reduce That 's Life the Doctrine was his Death the Use Posterity will say he should have dy'd No other Death then by being Crucifi'd And their renownedst Epocha will be Great Charles his Death next Christ's Nativity Thus Treason 's grown most Orthodox who since They said they 'd make him the most glorious Prince In all the Christian World 't is plain this way They onely promis'd what they meant to pay For now besides that beatisick Vision Where all desire is lost into fruition The stones they hurled at him with intent To crush his fame have prov'd his monument Their Libels his best Obeliske To have A fit Mausóle were to want a Grave His Scaffold like mount Tabor will in story Become the proudest Theater of Glory Next to the blessed Crosse and thus 't is sense T' affirm him murder'd in his own Defence For though all Hells Artillery and skill Combin'd together to besiege his Will And when their malice could not bring 't about To hurt God's Image they raz'd Adam's out Like men repuls'd whose Choler think 's it witty To burn the Suburbs when they can't the City Howe're they storm'd his walls and draind his blood Which moted round his Soul yet still he stood Defender of the Faith and that which He Found sweeter then revenge his Charity This then the utmost was their rage could do It shew'd him King of his afflictions too Vntempted Virtue is but coldly good As she 's scarce chaste that 's so but in cold blood To scorn base Quarter is the best escape As Lucrece dy'd the chaster for her rape These two did Charles his Virtue most befriend His glorious hardships first and then his end Death we forgive thee and thy Bourreaux too Since what did seem thy rape proves but his due For how could he be said to fall too soon Whose green was mellow whose dawn was noon Since Charles was onely by thy curteous knife Redeemd from this great injury of life To one so lasting that 't is truly said Not He but his mortality is dead To weep his Death 's the treason of our eyes Our Sun did onely set that he might rise But we do mock not cheat our grief and sit Onely at best t' upbraid our selves in wit And want him learnedly such colours do Disguise disasters not delude