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An elegy upon the most incomparable K. Charles the I. persecuted by two implacable factions, imprisoned by the one, and murthered by the other, January 30th 1648.
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King, Henry, 1592-1669.
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Parliament Whose fair Pretensions the first sparkles are Which by your breath blown up enflame the War And Ireland bleeding by design the Stale Wherewith for Men and Mony you prevail Yet doubting that Imposture could not last When all the Kingdoms Mines of Treasure waste You now tear down Religion's sacred Hedge To carry on the Work by Sacriledge Reputing it Rebellions fittest Pay To take both God's and Cesar's dues away The tenor of which execrable Vote Your over-active Zelots so promote That neither â—omb nor Temple could escape Nor Dead nor Living your Licentious Rape Statues and Grave-stones o're men buried Rob'd of their Brass the * Coffins of their Led Not the Seventh Henry's gilt and curious Skreen Nor those which 'mongst our Rarities were seen The * Chests wherein the Saxon Monarchs lay But must be basely sold or thrown away May in succeeding times forgotten be Those bold Examples of Impiety Which were the Ages wonder and discourse You have Their greatest ills improv'd by worse No more be mention'd Dionysius Theft Who of their Gold the Heathen Shrines bereft For who with Yours His Robberies confer Must him repute a petty Pilferer Nor Julian's Scoff who when he view'd the State Of Antioch's Church the Ornaments and Plate Cry'd Meaner Vessels would serve turn or None Might well become the birth of Mary's Sonn Nor how that spightfull Atheist did in scorn Pisse on God's Table which so oft had born The hallow'd Elements his death present Nor he that fould it with his Excrement Then turn'd the Cloth unto that act of shame Which without trembling Christians should not name Nor John of Leyden who the pillag'd Quires Employ'd in Munster for his own attires His pranks by Hazlerig exceeded be A wretch more wicked and as mad as he Who once in triumph led his Sumpter Moil Proudly bedecked with the Altar's spoil Nor at Bizantium's sack how Mahomet In St. Sophia's Church his Horses set Nor how Belshazzar at his drunken Feasts Carows'd in holy Vessels to his Guests Nor he that did the Books and Anthems tear Which in the daily Stations used were These were poor Essayes of imperfect Crimes Fit for beginners in unlearned times Siz'd onely for that dull Meridian Which knew no Jesuit nor Puritan Before whose fatal Birth were no such things As Doctrines to Depose and Murther Kings But since Your prudent care Enacted well That there should be no King in Israel England must write such Annals of Your Reign Which all Records of elder mischiefs stain Churches unbuilt by order others burn'd Whilst Pauls and Lincoln are to Stables turn'd And at God's Table you might Horses see By those more Beasts their Riders manger'd be Some Kitchins and some Slaughter-houses made Communion-boards and Cloths for Dressers laid Some turn'd to loathsome Gaols so by you brought Unto the Curse of Baal's House a Draught The Common-Prayers with the Bibles torn The Coaps in Antick Moorish-Dances worn And sometimes for the wearers greater mock The Surplice is converted to a Frock Some bringing Dogs the Sacrament revile Some with Copronimus the Font defile O God! canst Thou these prophanations like If not why is thy Thunder slow to strike The cursed Authors who dare think that Thou Dost when not punish them their acts allow All which outragious Crimes though your pretence Would fasten on the Soldiers insolence We must believe that what by them was done Came licens'd forth by your probation For as your selves with Athaliah's Brood In strong contention for precedence stood You robb'd Two Royall Chapels of their Plate Which Kings and Queens to God did dedicate Then by a Vote more sordid than the Stealth Melt down and Coin it for the Common-wealth That is give 't up to the devouring jaws Of your great Idol Bell new styl'd The Cause And though this Monster you did well devise To feed by Plunder Taxes Loans Excise All which Provisions You the People tell Scarce serve to diet Your Pantagruel We no strew'd Ashes need to trace the Cheat Who plainly see what Mouthes the Messes eat Brave Reformation and a through one too Which to enrich Your selves must All undo Pray tell us those that can What fruits have grown From all Your Seeds in Blood and Treasure sown What would you mend when Your Projected State Doth from the Best in Form degenerate Or why should You of All attempt the Cure Whose Facts nor Gospels Test nor Laws endure But like unwholsome Exhalations met From Your Conjunction onely Plagues beget And in Your Circle as Imposthumes fill Which by their venome the whole Body kill For never had You Pow'r but to Destroy Nor Will but where You Conquer'd to Enjoy This was Your Master-prize who did intend To make both Churhch and Kingdom's prey Your End 'Gainst which the King plac'd in the Gap did strive By His till then unquestion'd Negative Which finding You lack'd Reason to perswade Your Arguments are into Weapons made So to compell him by main force to yield You had a Formed Army in the Field Before his Reared Standard could invite Ten men upon his Righteous Cause to fight Yet ere those raised Forces did advance Your malice struck him dead by Ordinance When your Commissions the whole Kingdom swept With Blood and Slaughter Not the King Except Now hardned in Revolt You next proceed By Pacts to strengthen each Rebellious Deed New Oaths and Vows and Covenants advance All contradicting your Allegiance Whose Sacred knot you plainly did unty When you with Essex swore to Live and Die These were your Calves in Bethel and in Dan Which Jeroboam's Treason stablish can Who by strange Pacts and Altars did seduce The People to their Laws and and King's abuse All which but serve like Sâ—ibboleth to try Those who pronounc'd not your Conspiracy That when your other Trains defective are Forc'd Oaths might bring Refusers to the Snare And lest those men your Counsels did pervert Might when your Fraud was seen the Cause desert A fierce Decree is through the Kingdom sent Which made it Death for any to Repent What strange Dilemmaes doth Rebellion make 'T is mortal to Deny or to Partake Some Hang who would not aid your Traiterous Act Others engag'd are Hang'd if they Retract So Witches who their Contracts have unsworn By their own Devils are in pieces torn Thus still the rageing Tempest higher grows Which in Extreams the Kings Resolvings throws The face of Ruine every where appears And Acts of Outrage multiply our fears Whilst blind Ambition by Successes fed Hath You beyond the bound of Subjects led Who tasting once the sweet of Regal Sway Resolved now no longer to obey For Presbyterian pride contests as high As doth the Popedom for Supremacy Needs must you with unskilful Phaeton Aspire to guide the Chariot of the Sun Though your ill-govern'd height with lightning be Thrown headlong from his burning Axle-tree You will no more Petition or Debate