the Candle 's out But I profane thy Ashes gracious Soul Thy Spirit flew to high to truss these foul Gnostick Opinions Thou desired'st to meet Such Tenents that durst stand upon their Feet And beard the Truth with as intens'd a Zeal As Saints upon a fast Night quilt a Meal Rome never trembled till thy piercing Eye Darted her through and crush'd the Mystery Thy Revelations made St. Iohn's compleat Babylon fell indeed but 't was thy Sweat And Oyl perform'd the work to what we see Foret old in misty Types broke forth in thee Some shallow Lines were drawn and sâ—…onces made By Smatterers in the Arts to drive a Trade Of Words between us but that prov'd no more Than threats in cowing Feathers to give ore Thy Fancy laid the Siege that wrought her Fall Thy Batteries commanded round the Wall Not a poor loop-hole Error could sneak by No not the Abbess to the Friery Though her Disguise as close and subtly good As when she wore the Monk's hose for a Hood And if perhaps their French or Spanish Wine Had fill'd them full of Beads and Bellarmine That they durst sally or attempt a Guard O! How thy busie Brain would beat and ward Rally And reinforce Rout And relieve Double reserves And then an onset give Like marshal'd Thunder back'd with Flames of Fire Storms mixt with Storms Passion with Globes of ire Yet so well disciplin'd that Judgment still Sway'd and not rash Commissionated Will No Words in thee knew Order Time and Place The instant of a Charge or when to face When to pursue advantage where to halt When to draw off and where to reassault Such sure Commands stream'd from thee that 't was one With thee to vanquish as to look upon So that thy ruin'd Foes groveling confess Thy Conquests were their Fate and Happiness Nor was it all thy Business hereto war With forreign Forces But thy active Star Could course a home-bred Mist a native Sin And shew its Guilt 's Degrees how and wherein Then sentence and expel it Thus thy Sun An Everlasting Stage in labour run So that its motion to the Eye of Man Waved still in a compleat Meridian But these are but fair Comments of our Loss The Glory of a Church now on the Cross The transcript of that Beauty once we had Whilst with the Lustre of thy Presence clad But thou art gone Brave Soul and with thee all The Gallantry of Arts Polemical Nothing remains as Primitive but Talk And that our Priests again in Leather walk A Flying Ministry of Horse and Foot Things that can start a Text but ne'er come to 't Teazers of Doctrines which in long sleev'd Prose Run down a Sermon all upon the Nose These like dull glow-worms twinckle in the Night The frighted Land-skips of an absent Light But thy rich Flame 's withdrawn Heaven caught thee hence Thy Glories were grown ripe for Recompence And therefore to prevent our weak Essays Th' art crown'd an Angel with Coelestial Bays And there thy ravish'd Soul meets Field and Fire Beauties enough to fill its strong Desire The Contemplation of a present God Perfections in the Womb the very Road And Essences of Vertues as they be Streaming and mixing in Eternity Whiles we possess our Souls but in a Veil Live Earth confin'd catch Heaven by retail Such a Dark-lanthorn Age such jealous Days Men tread on Snakes sleep in Batalias Walk like Confessors hear but must not say What the bold World dares act and what it may Yet here all Votes Commons and Lords agree The Crosier fell in Laud the Church in thee On the death of his Royal Majesty Charles late King of England c. WHat went yout out to see a dying King Nay more I fear an Angel suffering But what went you to see A Prophet slain Nay that and more a martyr'd Soveraign Peace to that sacred Dust Great Siâ—… our Fears Have left us nothing but Obedient Tears To court your Hearse and in those Pious Floods We live the poor remainder of our Goods Accept us in these latter Obsequies The unplundred Riches of our Hearts and Eyes For in these faithful Streams and Emanations W' are Subjects still beyond all Sequestrations Here we cry more than Conquerors Malice may Murder Estates but Hearts will still obey These as your Glory 's yet above the reach Of such whose purple Lines confusion preach And now Dear Sir vouchsafe us to admire With envy your arrival and that Quire Of Cherubims and Angels that supply'd Our Duties at your Triumphs Where you ride With full Caelestial Ioes and Ovations Rich as the Conquest of three ruin'd Nations But 't was the Heavenly Plot that snatch'd you hence To crown your Soul with that Magnificence And bounden rites of Honour that poor Earth Could only wish and strangle in the Birth Such pittied Emulation stop'd the blush Of our Ambitious Shame non-suited us For where Souls act beyond Mortality Heaven only can perform that Iubilee We wrestle then no more but bless your day And mourn the Anguish of our sad delay That since we cannot add we yet stay here Fetter'd in Clay Yet longing to appear Spectators of your Bliss that being shown Once more you may embrace us as your own Where never Envy shall divide us more Nor City-tumults nor the Worlds uproar But an Eternal Hush a quiet Peace As without end so still in the Increase Shall lull Humanity asleep and bring Us equal Subjects to the Heavenly King Till when I 'll turn Recusant and forswear All Calvin for there 's Purgatory here An Epitaph STay Passenger Behold and see The widdowed Grave of Majesty Why tremblest thou Here 's that will make All but our stupid Souls to shake Here lies entomb'd the Sacred Dust Of Peace and Piety Right and Just. The Blood O start'st not thou to hear Of a King 'twixt hope and fear Shed and hurried hence to be The Miracle of Misery Add the ills that Rome can boast â—…rift the World in every Coast â—…ix the Fire of Earth and Seas With humane Spleen and Practices To puny the Records of time By one grand Gygantick Crime Then swell it bigger till it squeeze The Globe to crooked Hams and Knees Here 's that shall make it seem to be But modest Christianity The Law-giver amongst his own â—…entenc'd by a Law unknown â—…oted Monarchy to Death By the course Plebeian Breath The Soveraign of all Command â—…uffering by a Common Hand A Prince to make the Odium more Offer'd at his very door The head cut off O Death to see 't â—…n Obedience to the Feet And that by Iustice you must know If you have Faith to think it so Wee 'l stir no further than this Sacred Clay But let it slumber till the Iudgment Day Of all the Kings on Earth 't is not denyed Here lies the first that for Religion dyed A Survey of the World THe World 's a guilded Trifle and the State Of sublunary Bliss adulterate Fame but an empty Sound a
Se-Cvre CHARLES ah forbear forbear lest Mortals prize His name too dearly and Idolatrize His Name Our Loss Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night which usher'd in this Morn CHARLES our Dread Soveraign hold lest Out-law'd Sense Bribe and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial powers and distrust Heav'n can behold such Treason and prove Just. CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd tremble and View what Convulsions shoulder-shake this Land Court City Country nay three Kingdoms run To their last Stage and set with him their Sun CHARLES our Dread Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate Fell fiends dire Hydra's of a stiff-neck'd State Strange Body-politick Whose Members spread And Monster-like swell bigger then their HEAD CHARLES of Great Britain He who was the known King of three Realms lies murther'd in his own He He Who liv'd and Faith's Defender stood Dy'd here to re-Baptize it in his bloud No more no more Fame's Trump shall eccho all The rest in dreadful Thunder Such a Fall Great Christendom ne'er pattern'd and 't was strange Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change The blow struck Brittain blind each well-set Limb By dislocation was lopt off in HIM And though she yet live's she live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul Religion put 's on Black sad Loyalty Blushes and mourns to see bright Majesty Butchered by such Assassinates nay both 'Gainst God 'gainst Law Allegiance and their Oath Farewell sad Isle Farewell thy fatal Glory Is Sum'd Cast up and Cancell'd in this Story AN ELEGY Upon King CHARLES the First murthered publickly by his Subjects WEre not my Faith buoy'd up by sacred blood It might be drown'd in this prodigious flood Which Reasons highest ground do so exceed It leaves my Soul no Anch'rage but my Creed Where my Faith resting on th' Original Supports it self in this the Copies fall So while my Faith floats on that Bloody wood My Reason's cast away in this Red flood Which ne'er o'reflows us all Those Showers past Made but Land-floods which did some Vallies wast This stroke hath cut the only Neck of Land Which between us and this Red Sea did stand That covers now our World which Cursed lies At once with two of Egypts Prodigies O'er-cast with Darkness and with bloud o'er-run And justly since our hearts have theirs outdone Th'lnchanter led them to a less known ill To act his sin then 't was their King to kill Which Crime hath widowed our whole Nation Voided all Forms left but Privation In Church and State inverting ev'ry Right Brought in Hells State of fire without Light No wonder then if all good eyes look red Washing their Loyal hearts from blood so shed The which deserves each pore should turn an eye To weep out even a bloody Agoâ—…y Let nought then pass for Musick but sad Cries For Beauty bloudless Cheeks and blood-shot Eyes All Colours soil but black all Odours have Ill scent but Myrrh incens'd upon this Grave It notes a Iew not to believe us much The cleaner made by a religious Touch Of their Dead Body whom to judge to dye Seems the Judaical Impiety To kill the King the Spirit Legion paints His rage with Law the Temple and the Saints But the truth is He fear'd and did repine To be cast out and back into the Swine And the case holds in that the Spirit bends His malice in this Act against his ends For it is like the sooner he 'll be sent Out of that body He would still torment Let Christians then use otherwise this blood Detest the Act yet turn it to their good Thinking how like a King of Death He dies We easily may the World and Death despise Death had no Sting for him and its sharp Arm Only of all the Troop meant him no harm And so he look'd upon the Axe as one Weapon yet left to guard him to his Throne In His great Name then may His Subjects cry Death thou art swallowed up in Victory If this our loss a comfort can admit 'T is that his narrow'd Crown is grown unfit For his enlarged Head since his distress Had greatned this as it made that the less His Crown was fallen unto too low a thing For him who was become so great a King So the same hands enthron'd him in that Crown They had exalted from him not pull'd down And thus God's Truth by them hath rendred more Than ere Mens falshood promis'd to restore Which since by death alone he could attain Was yet exempt from Weakness and from Pain Death was enjoyn'd by God to touch a part Might make his Passage quick ne'er move his heart Which ev'n expiring was so far from death It seem'd but to command away his Breath And thus his Soul of this her Triumph proud Broke like a flash of Lightning through the Cloud Of Flesh and Blood and from the highest Line Of Humane Vertue pass'd to be Divine Nor is 't much less his Virtues to relate Than the high Glories of his present State Since both then pass all Acts but of Belief Silence may praise the one the other Grief And since upon the Diamond no less Than Diamonds will serve us to impress â—…'ll only wish that for his Elegy This our Iosias had a Ieremy AN ELEGY â—…n The best of Men The meekest of Martyrs CHARLES the I. c. DOes not the Sun call in his Light and Day Like a thin Exhalation melt away â—…oth wrapping up their Beams in Clouds to be Themselves close Mourners at the Obsequie â—…f this Great Monarch does his Royal Blood Which th' Earth late drunk in so profuse a Flood Not shoot through her affrightned Womb and makâ—… All her convulsed Arteries to shake So long till all those â—…hinges that sustain Like Nerves the frame of Nature shrink again Into a shuffled Chaos Does the Sun Not suck it from its liquid Mansion And Still it into vap'rous Clouds which may Themselves in hearded Meteors display Whose shaggy and disheveld Beams may be The Tapers at this black Solemnity You Seed of Marble in the Womb accurst Rock'd by some Storm or by some Tigress nurst Fed by some Plague which in blind mists was hurl'd To strew infection on the tainted World What Fury charm'd your hands to act a deed Tyrants to think on would not weep but bleed And Rocks by Instinct so resent this Fact They 'ld into Springs of easie tears be slack'd Say Sons of Tumult since you think it good Still to keep up the Trade and Bath in Bloud Your guilty hands why did you not then State Your Slaughters at some cheap and common rate Your gluttonous and lavish Blades might have Devoted Myriads to one publick Grave And lop'd off thousands of some base allay Whilst the same Sexton that inter'd their Clay In the same Urn their Names too might intomb But when on him you fixt your fatal Doom You gave a Blow to Nature since even all The Stock of Man now bleeds too in his
when Justice flowed down from the Fountain in the ordinary Channel and which the Damm Head being thus troubled by this Wolf could flow no otherwise which was Authority sufficient by this Power Richards Captains must fight when he has them and kill those whom the Courts of Justice cannot deal with Tyler faints and shrinks to what he had been he was as cowardly as cruel and could not seem a Man in any thing but that he was a Thief and a Rebel He asks the brave Mayor in what he was offendedly him This was a strange Question to an honest Man he finds it so The Mayor says Froissart calls him false stinking Knave and tells him he shall not speak such Words in the Presence of his natural Lord the King The Mayor answers in full upon the accursed Sacrilegious Head of the Idol with his Sword He struck heartily and like a faithful zealous Subject Dagon of the Clowns sinks at his Feet The Kings Followers inviron him round Iohn Standish an Esquire of the Court alights and runs him into the Belly which thrust sent him into another World to accompany him who taught Rebellion and Murder first Event was then no Sign of a good Cause All History now brands him for a Traitor which by some will be attributed to his Miscarriage without Doubt had he prospered in the Work he had had all the Honours which goe along with Prosperity The King had been the wrong Doer and his Afflictions if nothing in so much Youth could have been found out had been Crimes we must over-power those whom we would make guilty Henry the Great of France under the Popes Interdict is told by a Gentleman Sir if we be overcome we shall dyne condemned Hereticks if your Majesty conquer the Censures shall be revoked they will fall of themselves He who reads the Mischiefs of his Usurpation will think he perished too late Now I come to an Act of Richards the most glorious of his History which the Annals past can no where parallel here his Infancy excells his after Man-hood Here and in the Gallantry of his Death he appears a full Prince and perhaps vies with all the Bays of his Usurpers Triumphs Alexander the Monarch of the World not more wondered at for his Victories than for that suppressing the Sedition of his Macedons in Asia tired and unable to march whither his Ambition carried him on Wings leaps from his Throne of State into the Battels of his Phalanges enraged seizes Thirteen of the Chief Malecontents and delivers them to the Custody of his Guards knows not what he should impute this Amazement of the Seditious to every Man returning upon it to his old Duty and Obedience and ready to yield himself up into the same Hands It might be says he the Veneration of the Majesty of Kings which the Nations submitted under Worship equally with the Gods or of himself which laid the Tempest That Confidence too of the Duke Alessandro of Parma in a Mutiny of the German Ruiters at Namurs is memorable who made his Way with his Sword alone through the Points of all their Lances into the middest of their Troops and brought thence by the Collar one of the Mutineers whom he commanded to be hang'd to the Terror of the rest The Youth of Richard begat rather Contempt than Reverence of which too these Clowns Breasts were never very full When the Fall of the Idol was known to the Rout they put themselves into a Posture of Defence thunder out nothing but Vengeance to the King and his whom they now arraign of Murder and Tyranny He is guilty of Innocent Blood a Tyrant a Traitor an Homicide the publick Enemy of the Common-wealth Richard Plantagenet is indicted in the Name of the People of England of Treason and other heinous Crimes He is now become less than Tylers Ghost a Traitor to the Free-born People His Treason was he would not destroy himself he would not open his Body to Tylers full Blow They roar out our Captain General is slain treacherously let us stand to it and revenge his precious Blood or dye with him I cannot pass this place without some little Wonder had these Ruffians with whom Kings hedged about by Holy Scripture and Laws Humane are neither Divine nor Sacred been asked whether Tyler the Idol of their own Clay and Hands might have been tryed touched or struck according to their resenting this Blow here Let his Tyrannies his Exorbitances have been what they would they would have answer'd no doubt in the Negative Though Richard might have been struck thorough and thorough Tyler who had usurped his Power must have been Sacred it must have been Treason to touch him Phocas must not be hurt In Tylers Case Straw would allow the old Text again The Powers were to be obeyed Their Bows were drawn when the King gallops up to them alonae and riding round the Throng asks them what Madness it was that armed them thus against their own Peace and his Life whether they would have no end of Things or Demands He tells them If Liberty be their only Aim as hitherto they have pretended they may assure themselves of it and that it is an extreme Folly to seek to make that our own with the Breach of Faith of Laws with Impieties violating God and Man which we may come by fairly But they trod not the Path to Liberty that where every Man commands no Man can be free the Liberty too they fancy cannot be had the World cannot subsist without Order and Subjection Men cannot be freed from Laws If they were there could be no Society no Civility any where Men must be shunned as much as Wolves or Bears Rapine and Blood-shed would over-run the World the Spoyler must fear the next Comer like savage Beasts who hurt others and know not it is ill to hurt them Men would devour Men the stronger Thief would swallow up the rest No Relations would be Sacred where every Man has the Power of the Sword the aged Sire could there be any such must defend his silver Hairs from the unnatural Violence of his own Sons He adds if there can be any just Cause of Sedition yet is the Sedition unjust which outlasts it which continues when the Cause is yielded to and taken away that if his Prerogative has been sometimes grievous his Taxes heavy and any of those they call evil Counsellors faulty they ought to remember in their first Risings and all along in all their Oaths and Covenants they swore continually not to invade the Monarchy nor touch the Rights of his free Crown You ought to remember your own Remonstrances you once declared that you acknowlegded the Maxim of the Law The King can doe no wrong if any ill be committed in Matters of State the Counsellors if in Matters of Law the Iudges must answer for it My Person was not to be violated He expects they should deal with him as the honest
our Way Both these Counsels are approved William Greyndcob an Hind who had eaten the Bread of the Monastery for the most part of his Life is elected with others and sent on this Errand to the King before whom he kneels six times out of Zeal to prevail This Loâ—… too was made principal Prolocutor says our Monk or Speaker to the Idol before whose sordid Excellency and his unclean Counsel he complains of the grievous Tyranny of the Abbot and Prior some few Monks are thrust in to make up the Number of the Oppressures of the Commons of witholding the Wages of poor Labourers the Design was to rouze the Wolf Tyler meant not to leave London yet he promises if need be to send Twenty Thousand of the Saints who shall not fail to shave the Beards of the Abbot and the rest which signified in plain English cutting off their Heads The gracious Captain General was yet more kind he vows if it be convenient to assist them in his own Person He gives them Directions and Orders to govern themselves by and makes their Obedience here a Condition of his Love These Orders were generally enjoyned by our English Mahomet through all the Provinces of his Conquest and were framed according to the Law of his bloody Alchoran He swears them to omit nothing either in his Commands or Doctrine A Servant of the Abbot one of the Spies upon the Townsmen rides in full Career to S. Albans and gives Intelligence to the Abby of the Exploits of the new Masters at London He tells them in what manner that Dirt of a Captain Tyler fullyed and polluted with the Blood of the Nobless had butchered the English Patriarch and the Lord Treasurer That London the Den of these ravenous Beasts falsly called the Chamber of her Kings was likely now to become the Charnel-house of Richard and his Loyal Vassals That these Fiends who would goe for Saints and the only good Patriots commit the Acts of Thieves and Murtherers neither reverencing Religion nor Laws And that the Conquering French who makes fair War nay the barbarous Scot broke out of the Fastness of his own Desart mortal Enemies of the Nation could not spoil nor ruin with more Cruelty and Villany No Mercy says he yield who will upon Mercy no Favour no Goodness can be expected from this Rout of Wolves He bids those pointed at and named by Greyndcob to Tyler shift for themselves which they are not long in resolving of The Prior four Monks and some of their Servants one part horsed another on Foot fly for their Lives not assuring themselves till they got to Tynmouth a Priory of this Monastery of Saint Albans in Northumberland William Greyndcob and William Cadindon a Baker on Fryday had hastened to S. Albans that they might make the Honour of the Atchievement theirs by first appearing in the Action These brag aloud of the Prosperity of Affairs that they were no more Drudges and Slaves but Lords for the time to come that they had brought about great and wonderful Feats against the Abby they propose first to defie the Abbot to renounce all Amity and Peace with him then to break down his Folds and Gates in Fauconwood Eywood and his other Woods and to pull down the Under-Bowsers House standing over against the Fish-market and hindering the Prospect of the Burgesses and Nobility of the Town this is their own Style a Nobility scarce to be parallel'd in the World discovered unless we fetch in the Man-eaters of Brasil who have neither Letters nor Laws acknowledge neither God nor Prince This Night the first Scene of the Tragedy is acted the next day being Saturday fatal to the Hangman Tyler the Upstart Nobility of Churls assemble and make Proclamation That no Man able to serve his Country presume to slight the Lieutenants of the Idol but that every Man furnish himself with such Arms as he can provide to attend them the Lieutenants in his own Defence The Crew summoned are commanded to press the Gentry for the Service and to cut off the Heads of those who would not joyn with them and swear to be faithful to them beheading burning Houses Forfeiture of Goods were menaced to all that would not assist the Forces raised by Tyler and fight the Lords Battels that is for the Cause This says our Monk was the Charge of their Lord and Master Wat this was his Rubrick of Blood Next with great Pomp they march to Fauconwood to level the slips of their Haste and Night-work something they feared might be left whole upon Review when Root and Branch were pared and torn up they retire The other Growtnolls of the Neighbourhood subject to the Distress or Seigniory of Saint Albans wait for them these were cited upon the same Threats to meet and promised Belly-fulls Cart Loads of Liberties Now or never for the Liberty of the Subject and the Power of Godliness This Supply swells them into huge Hopes it puffs them up Greyndcob and Cadindon more haughty now than ever lead their Battalias blustering with surly Pride and Disdain to the Gates of the Monastery which with the same Loftiness they command the Porter to set open Some of the Company Friends of the House had given private Intelligence to the Abbot of the Contrivances against him who had instructed his Servants how to carry themselves toward this Tag and Rag of Swains they observe them punctually That they may seem pious in their Entrance they free the publick Malefactors out of the Abbots Prison but so that they should owe Faith hereafter and Grace of the Benefit to the Commons a Name the most Honourable and which must swallow up all things else and inseparably stick to them One of the Offenders whom they suppose unworthy of Liberty or Life grown Judges and Executioners by the same Inspiration and Spirit they behead on the Ground before the Gates then fix his Head upon the Pillory roaring with that devilish Cry they had learnt at London This was plain Murther by the Law whatsoever this Mans Crime was these Rogues were guilty in a most high Nature so that besides the Baseness of their Condition they were incapable of any Jurisdiction by the ancient fundamental Laws of England as being Traitors and out of the Kings Faith But to wave all this by these ancient Laws every Prisoner might demand Oyer hearing of the Judges Commission these Villains had neither Authority nor Commission but from Tylers Sword which was but a Derivative of his Usurpation No Act of which can be just the Foundation of his Tyranny this Way in being just and illegal at the first From the Idols first Entrance no Act of Confirmation or Grant was done could any such Act be done and valid to establish or make a Right by the Power which had that Right to bestow he asked for a Commission of Life and Death but was refused and his Arbitrary Acts were only a Continuance of his