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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A85676	An elegie upon the death of our dread soveraign Lord King Charls the martyr.		1649 (1649)	Wing G1890A; Thomason 669.f.14[42]; ESTC R211177	1,742	1

An Elegie upon the Death of Our Dread Soveraign Lord King CHARLS the MARTYR COm com let 's Mourn all eies that see this Daie Melt into Showrs and Weep your selvs awaie O that each Private head could yield a Flood Of Tears whil'st Britain's Head stream's out His Blood Could wee paie what His Sacred Drops might claim The World must needs bee drowned once again Hands cannot write for Trembling let our Eie Supplie the Quill and shed an Elegie Tongues cannot speak this Grief know's no such vent Nothing but Silence can bee Eloquent Words are not here significant in This Our Sighs our Groans bear all the Emphasis Dread SIR What shall wee saie Hyperbole Is not a Figure when it speak's of Thee Thy Book is our best Language what to this Shall e're bee added is Thy Meiösis Thy Name 's a Text too hard for us no men Can write of it without Thy Parts and Pen Thy Prisons Scorns Reproach and Povertie Though these were thought too courteous Injurie How could'st Thou bear Thou Meeker Moses how Was ever Lion bit with Whelps till now And did not roar Thou England's David how Did Shimei's Tongue not move Thee Where 's the Man Where is the King CHARLS is all Christian Thou never wanted'st Subjects no when they Rebell'd Thou mad'st Thy Passions to obeie Had'st Thou regain'd Thy Throne of State by Power Thou had'st not then been more a Conqueror But Thou thine own Soul's Monarch art above Revenge and Anger Can'st Thou tame Thy Love How could'st Thou bear Thy Queen's Divorce must Shee At once Thy Wife and yet Thy Widdow bee Where are Thy tender Babes once Princely bred Thy choicest Jewels are They Sequestred Where are Thy Nobles Lo in stead of these Base savage Villains and Thine Enemies Egyptian Plague 't was onely Pharaoh's doom To see such Vermin in His Lodging-room What Guards are set what Watches do they keep They do not think Thee safe though lock't in Sleep Would they confine Thy Dreams within to dwell Nor let Thy Fancie pass their Centinel Are Thy Devotions dangerous Or do Thy Praiers want a Guard These faultie too Varlets 't was onely when they spake for You. But lo a Charge is drawn a Daie is set The silent LAMB is brought the Wolves are met Law is arraign'd of Treason Peace of War And Justice stand's a Prisoner at the Bar. This Scene was like the Passion-Tragedie His Saviour's Person none could Act but Hee Behold what Scribes were here what Pharisees What bands of Souldiers What fals witnesses Here was a Priest and that a Chief one who Durst strike at God and His Vicegerent too Here Bradshaw Pilate there This make's them twain Pilate for Fear Bradshaw condemn'd for Gain Wretch could'st not thou bee rich till Charls was dead Thou might'st have took the Crown yet spar'd the Head Th' hast justifi'd that Roman Judg Hee stood And washt in Water thou hast dipt in Blood And where 's the Slaughter-Hous White-hall must bee Lately His Palace now His Calvarie Great CHARLS is this Thy Dying-place And where Thou wer 't our KING art Thou our MARTYR there Thence thence Thy Soul took flight and there will wee Not ceas to Mourn where Thou did'st ceas to Bee And thus blest Soul Hee 's gon a Star whose fall As no Eclips prove's Oecumenical That Wretch had skill to sin whose Hand did know How to behead three Kingdoms at one blow England hath lost the Influence of Her KING No wonder that so backward was Her Spring O dismal Daie but yet how quickly gon It must bee short Our SUN went down at Noon And now yee Senators is this the Thing So oft declar'd Is this your Glorious King Did you by Oaths your God and Countrie mock Pretend a Crown and yet prepare a Block Did you that swore you 'd Mount CHARLS higher yet Intend the Scaffold for His Olivet Was this Hail Master Did you bow the knee That you might murder Him with Loialtie Alas two Deaths what Crueltie was this The Ax design'd you might have spar'd the Kiss London did'st thou Thy Prince's Life betraie What could thy Sables vent no other waie Or els did'st thou bemoan His Cross then ah Why would'st thou bee the cursed Golgotha Thou once hadst Men Plate Arms a Treasurie To binde thy KING and hast thou none to free Dull beast thou should'st before thy Head did fall Have had at least thy Spirits Animal Did You Yee Nobles envie CHARLS His Crown Jove beeing fal'n the Punie-gods must down Your Raies of Honor are eclip'st in Night The Sun is set from whence You drew your Light Religion Vail's her self and Mourn's that shee Is forc'd to own such horrid Villanie The Church and State do shake that Building must Exspect to fall whose Prop is turn'd to Dust But ceas from Tears CHARLS is most blest of men A God on Earth more then a Saint in Heav'n June 16 1644 FINIS