place I am resolv'd to view within the space Of forty houres where I intend to spare Some time and see some Brethren I have there It is a goodly place as fame relates For there the Sisters live and all the States Truly th' are very godly and pretend Just like our selves to be a faithfull friend To King and Monarchy when as Alas And then I wak'd and let the other passe Unutter'd but indeed I do confesse I wish that I had heard a geat deal lesse And yet to speake the truth I was perplext Because I could not hear what follow'd next This was a midnights dream I was in pain Till night had lull'd me in her armes again And for the space of half a tedious houre I was disturb'd till sleep had gain'd some power Over my slumb'ring senses but at last Call'd to the bar of sleep I there was cast I had not long in peacefull pleasure slumber'd Before an interposing Dream incumber'd My quiet fancy suddenly my eare Was fill'd with such a noise as none could heare Without much fear as if th' incurved back Of burth'ned Atlas had begun to crack Me thoughts I saw the Heav'ns how they begun As if th 'ad scorn'd the glory of the Sun To frown upon the earth which seem'd to flame Like sulpherous Etna from whose bowells came Whole Regiments of Spirits which disturb'd The aire whose fury hated to be curb'd Me thoughts they were ambitious to expell Some Potentate and make his seat their Hell Me thoughts at last I slumb'ring seem'd to hear A single voice that whisper'd in my ear Yet thund'red in my heart which made me grone At every word exprest in such a tone Which would with great facility have turn'd A Tyrants heart or else consum'd and burn'd His breast to ashes and if language could Move pity in a flinty-soule this would He bolted forth his griefs like claps of thunder As if each word should cleave a heart in sunder His voice being guarded with a pleasing force I sacrific'd my ears to his discourse Me thoughts my soul my very ears were blest In giving audience whilest he thus exprest Oh Heaven oh Earth how can they chuse but frown To see them make a foot-ball of a Crown How long shall I be made an aim'd at mark Of pointed envy shall they make me dark That I made light and shall that light devoure The former principle Unhappy houre When my abused willingnesse was made A Stalk-horse unto those who have betray'd An Island unto tyranny whose Lawes Oppresse true Subjects and make me the Cause Malicious age and will their fury have No end untill it send me to my grve A grave most peacefull place for I 'm sure There 's no Rebellion there I 'le rest secure Where neither grief nor care shall dare torment My sublime soule there there lies true content There there 's the death of sorrow and the life Of peace and there a period to all strife There 's none can mock my woes there none can trie A King nor make a Garrison but I And what I spake my soul protests is true I am no slave to death but unto you My soul 's my Gods and Tyrants do your worst Jobs soule was free when 's body was accurst But you blood-thirsty Zelots learne to know You never can rise high if I fall low I feare no threats let torments all conjoine Themselves at last ye'l find them yours not mine What though I suffer here my sufferings shall Advance my soul May they not make you fall Let out my life go make a streaming floud And bath your selves in my diffused blood Let loose your Furies give your passions breath And let them bait my body unto death I am resolv'd my heart shall flie above The reach of fear and view the God of love Consider well what glory can accrew From my destruction to such soules as you Be not too rash but know a cause that 's dy'd In guiltlesse blood cannot be justifi'd A prosperous vice shall never claim a right To perpetuity 't will but in-right A totall ruin 't is a greater Fame To die with virtue then to live with shame Yee seek for truth and yet you go the way To make the field of truth a Golgatha There is a great antipathy between Faction and Peace and yet my eyes have seen How you whose restlesse spirits still increase With Faction seem to study for a Peace Do not mistake for they that will compose A difference must never do 't by blowes The want of apprehensions may discrie You nourish Spiders and destroy the Flie. Who glorious in a crime will in conclusion Receive a curse and with that curse confusion I long to be resolv'd pray tell me why Ye think ye cannot live except I die Your thoughts are vaine 't will be a tainted breath That had it's derivation from my death Am I Basiliske and can my eyes Devoure you for you know my body lies Subject to be destroy'd not to destroy By taking up of Armes your Kingly joy But you suppose if I should long survive I would become laborious and contrive Some new designes with my numerous forces Divert the streame of your unlawfull courses Make reason your Companions walke a while Consult together stride not o're the stile When as the gap lies open they 're unwise That will when they foresee a harme despise Preventing meanes for if you take this life From my enjoyment ye'le beget a strife That will not end and when that strife is bred Then will my wrongs survive though I am dead And you that caus'd my guiltlesse heart to bleed Will find another to revenge the deed Aske Heaven's forgivenesse for ye cannot crave Leave to abscond your crimes within my Grave Be well assur'd that ev'ry drop which parts Out of my veins shall cleave unto your hearts Like tangling bird-lime which will hold you fast And vengeance too shall find you out at last Heav'ns all-surveying eye must needs observe Your late unpolish'd actions which deserve As many torments as th' inraged hand Of veng'ance can impose or Heav'n command Did I not labour with a serious brest During the Treaty to restore some rest To this distemper'd Kingdome but the gales Of Malice were oppugnant to my sailes My heart was loaded with the large encrease Of hopeful thoughts my soul was fill'd with peace But at the last my hopes prov'd uselesse drosse And then I lost a Crown and found a Crosse Heav'n hear my wish oh grant I may commence A Doctor in the art of Patience It matters not how poor my Person be If at the last I may be crown'd with thee Thou knowst the secret corners of my heart Which is at they disposing for thou art The King of Kings and unto thee I 'le pay The tribute of my soul both night and day I am thy Subject give me grace to stand Firmly obedient to thy just command When for my sins I shall receive thy
tears but rather joy that I Am gone before you to Eternitie Where now me thinks I see you all and hear The lofty Seraphims salute my ear With heav'n-bred raptures which does even woo My soul out of my ears I long to go And fill my self with melody and sing Perpetuall Halelujahs to my King So now my wasting lamp begins to blaze Come Death and put a period to my dayes Let out my life that I may flie unto My God and bid this loathed world adieu Adieu vain pleasures of unconstant earth Adieu false joys and world-derived mirth My dear Relations I must now expresse A farewell to you all and then addresse My self to Heaven within whose Court I shall My soul now tels me shortly meet you all Till then enjoy what heav'n shall please to give And rather study how to die then live Make use of time and languish not in vain Those hours which cannot be recall'd again Comfort each other and if fortune frown Smile ye at fortune lay your sorrows down Before the face of Heav'n and he 'l relieve Your pining wants oh let your hearts not grieve For food and raiment labour to be true And he that feeds the Ravens will feed you Oh let your morning thoughts be sure to mount To Heav'ns high Altar give him an account Of all your actions they which every day Make their accounts to God prepare a way To go to heav'n But time will give me leave T' expresse no more my soul begins to cleave Unto a blest Eternitie my heart Declares unto me that I must depart Time whets his sithe Oh do not ring my knell With sighs and sobs farewel my Joys farewell So now the Load-stone of this world shall have No art t' attract my soul I 'll not enslave My self to earth shall transitory toyes Surrept my soul from heavens eternall Joys Oh no they shall not Now I 'll dedicate My self to thee my God who didst create Both soul and body thou that knowst the thoughts And hearts of Kings and numerates their faults Pardon what I have done amiss to thee Forgive my enemies Thou knowst I 'm free From what I suffer for thou knowst my hands Are cleer from blood thou knowst that my Commands Were not tyranical thou knowst my brest Was never stain'd with Treason My request O God is this that thou wouldst make them know And timely feel what a most wilfull blow Th 'ave given to their Consciences oh turn Their flaming hearts to thee which daily burn Against thy servants cause them to relent And let their griefs induce them to repent Be mercifull to them as they were cruel To me and mine oh quench the blazing fuel Of their desires gives them not their deserts But wash my blood from their unfountain'd hearts And as for me presented to thy eyes Suppos'd as an attoning Sacrifice By them whose seven-years malice have contriv'd My downfall when my body is disliv'd Receive my soul into thy glorious Tent And mak 't a member of thy Parliament Now farewel world and dirt-composed Crowns Farewel earths smiles and fortunes surly frowns Farewel to you that thus my life expell Oh may my farewell make you all farewell Reader the sound of death hath made me start Out of my slumbers and my wak'ned heart Trembles within me Oh what shall we doe Oh may I never dream to dream thus true But since 't is so kind Reader let thy eie Survay the paths of his sad Elegie Lavish not out your tears too fast but keep A strong reserve your eyes must bleed or weep Till then adue and when I meet thee there Reader assure thy self I 'le spend a teare AN ELEGY UPON That never to be forgotten CHARLS THE FIRST Late but too soon Martyr'd KING of England Scotland France and Ireland Who with unmoved Constancy laid down His Life t' exchange it for a heav'nly Crown January 30. 1648. In adibus Regum Mors venit Printed in the Year 1649. AN ELEGIE UPON That never to be forgotten CHARLES THE FIRST WHat do I dream or does my fancy scatter Into my various mind a reall matter What ails my thoughts what uncorrected passion Is this that puts my Senses out of fashion Where am I hurri'd what sanguinious place Is this I breathe in garnish'd with disgrace Why what 's the reason that my eys behold These waves of blood Does the Red sea infold My shivering body Oh what stormy weather Was that which violently tost me hither Where am I now what rubicundious light Is this that bloudies my amazed sight What Reformation's this that 's newly bred And turns my white into so deep a red Awake my fancy come delude no more Say are my feet upon the English shore Sure not these are usurping thoughts that raine Within the Kingdom of a troubl'd braine If this be England oh what alteration Is lately bred within so blest a Nation My soul is now assured for I see Those lofty Structures where mild Majesty Did once recide abounding with a flood That swells and almost moates them round with blood England sad object that wer'â— lately crown'd With a most glorious prince how art ' thou drownd In Royall bloud was not thy master-veine Open'd of late ah who can stop't againe Look round about thee and thou shalt descry How every face imports an Elegy Review thy self see how thou art ingrain'd With guiltlesse blood was ever Land so stain'd Needs must your hearts expect a cloudy night Now Sol is set and Cynthia wants her light And dost thou think O England to immure Thy self in bloud and alwayes rest secure Oh no assure thy self there is a hand That rules above which will correct thy land Be well advis'd oh Nation learn to know That language cannot ebb when bloud shal flow All hearts all eyes all hands all tongues all Quillt Will think wil weep wil write speak their wills I 'le not invoke this Subject will invite Th' obdurest hearts and teach that pen to write Which never fram'd a Letter and infuse The seed of Life into a barren Muse Thou greâ—â— Instructer teach me to distil An Eagles Uertues with an Eagles quil Rais'd by a fâ—ll my Muse begins to sing The melancholy farewels of a KING And is he gone I did not the dolefull Bells Dissolve when as they tâ—ld his sad Farewills If he be gone what language can there be Remaining in this Land except Ah me Ah me Ah lass how is this Realm unblest In such a loss I cannot speak the rest My Heart is full of Arrows shot of late From the stiff Bow of a commanding STATE Each wound is mortall yet in spight of pain I le pluck them out and shoot them back again And when my tongue shall empty out my heart Let Death surprize me with a single Dart I le strive t' outface Rebellion and my eyes Shall s 〈…〉 n all new invented Tyrannies Sorrow will not be tongue ty'd tides must run Their usuall
Regale Lectum Miseriae OR A KINGLY BED OF MISERY In which is contained A DREAME WITH An Elegie upon the Martyrdome of CHARLS late King of ENGLAND of blessed Memory AND Another upon the Right Honorable the Lord Capel With a Curse against the Enemies of Peace and the Authors Farewell to England By JOHN QUARLES Printed in the Yeere 1649. To that Patronesse of Vertue and most illustrious Princesse ELIZABETH The sorrowfull Daughter to our late Martyr'd Soveraign CHARLS King of England c. Most vertuous Princesse AS this subject which my zealous presumption presents to your serious view is a compound of joy and grief so I hope it will furnish your Royall breast as well with the raptures of joy as the principles of sorrow Madam I am confident that I may without adulation say that your Royall Fathers death gave a life to Vertue And as we have a sufficient cause to deplore the absence of his Person so we have an undeniable reason to rejoyce for the presence of his perfections which will build everlasting Pyramids in the hearts of those which were his loyall Subjects Madam although Heaven hath been pleased to diminish your joyes in this miserable Kingdome yet no question but he will hereafter multiply your pleasures in his own In the mean time may the Glories of heaven and the Meditations of your incomparable Fathers vertues keep a constant correspondency with your Royall heart as it is the unfained prayers of him who dedicates himself to your Highnesses perfections and is MADAM A sworn Servant to your Vertues JO. QUARLES To the Reader Courteous Reader I Have not much to say in my own defence for the weak performance of this work which I confesse was hammer'd out of a disturbed mind therefore if there be any thing in it contrary to thy disposition I shall desire thee to moderate thy passion and pardon my imbecility for it is generally known that errours in grief are incident to all as for the errours of the Presse I suppose them pardonable in respect that it hath received many interruptions and hast joyn'd with feare are conductours to mistakes Now Reader my occasions beyond Sea advise me to bid thee adieu the worst that I can expect to suffer abroad is but the extremities of Warre and the best that I can expect at home is but the worst of miseries if therefore there be a necessity of suffering I conceive it to be the best of sufferings to suffer with the best of sufferers whose faithfull Subject I am and thy Servant Reader if thou art Loyall JOHN QUARLES A Dreame MOrpheus thou Turn-key to all humane sense Unlock my brain that I may flie from hence Out of this Cage of sleep let me not lie And drown my senses in stupidity My thoughts surprise my thoughts I cannot rest I have a Civill Warre within my brest I 'me full of thoughts what uncontroled streams Flow from the fancies Ocean Oh! what dreams Have sail'd into my stormy mind And bring No other burthen with them but a King A King could I but kisse that word and not be thought An Idolizer 't is too great a fault To kisse his hand Nor can I think it strange For times maners needs must have their change 'T is true I dream'd methoughts my watchful eys Observ'd a King and then a sacrifice And ravish'd with that majesty and grace I saw united in his modest face I ran to kisse his hand but with a fall I wak'd and lost both King and kisse and all And thus restored to my former sense I thus proceeded in my thoughts from whence Arise these fancies what did fancie meane To cause a sudden fall to intervene Between a kisse and me 't was an abuse That runs beyond the limits of excuse I was enrag'd to think that I should misse Being so near his hand so sweet a kisse I check'd my fancy which was too precise To make me run so fast yet lose the prize Thoughts follow thoughts and when the first is spent A second rises which does oft prevent An inconvenient action many time A second thought gains virtue by a crim The first being banish'd reason thought it good To place a second where the first thought stood And then I found my active fancy play d The Politician and that thought allay'd The former flames of passion in my brest Then was I pleas'd with what my thought exprest Which was to this effect Me thoughts I saw A grieved King whose very looks were Law He sigh'd as if his tender heart had taken A farewell of his body and forsaken This lower world his star-like eyes were fixt Upon the face of Heav'n his hands commixt His tongue was parsimonious yet my ear That was attentive could not prevail to hear This whis'pring eccho Oh be pleas'd t' incline Thy sacred eares was ever grief life mine Was ever heart so sad was ever any So destitute of joy that had so many As I have had though all be snatch'd from me Yet let me have an intetest in thee Oh Heaven and there he stop'd as if his breath Had stept aside to entertain a death My soul was ravish'd and the private dart Of new-bred love struck pity in my heart I could not hold but silently bequeath Some drops unto the ground my soul did cleave Unto his lips for every word he spoke Was ponderous and would have easily broke Th' obdurest heart I turn'd away my eye And suddenly methoughts I did espie A sacrifice which when I did behold My bloud recoiled and my heart grew cold I was transported and methoughts the place Whereon I stood seem'd bloudy for a space I trembling cast my wearied eyes about Thinking to find my former object out But he was gone and in his room was plac'd A many-headed monster that disgrac'd The very place they vanish'd then appear'd A large pretending rout as well be-ear'd As Balam's Asse methoughts they did excell The Asse in eares but could not speak so well Methoughts they call'd a Counsell to contrive Their high designs and zealously dissive Some great Offenders that they thought too wise To live amongst such eares such cast-up eyes One I observ'd amongst the studious race That had methoughts a bone-fire in his face Another I descry'd amongst the pack That seem'd to bear a Kingdome on his back Another I beheld which pleas'd me best That could not rule himself yet rul'd the rest Another I espy'd which seem'd to look And read but at the wrong end of his book Another I observ'd which seem'd to weep And in conclusion pray'd himselfe asleep Another I descry'd among these Brothers That vow'd 't was right because he 'd please the others Another he stood up and wisely broke His long-kept silent lips and thus he spoke Come let 's no longer now be kept in aw I 'me sure our welfare is the Supreme Law A King that 's nothing but a power that is Subordinate the Lawes are ours not His Is 't not
blowes Oh give me power to suffer not oppose Pardon my Enemies which have been strong And alwayes studious how to doe me wrong And though they 'ave vented that which is untrue Father forgive they know not what they do They hate their King are not pleas'd with any O grant good God they may not find too many The chiefest of their worke is to devoure Stones have usurpt their hearts as they my power Against the sound of Peace their eares are bar'd Oh never sure was Pharaohs heart so hard They dis-respect their King it was not so With Shadrach Meshach and Abeduego Their tongues have vilifi'd me oftentimes These three were never guilty of such Crimes Their hearts had vow'd obedience to their King And never try'd by force of Armes to bring Their own Designes to passe but their submission Sent comfort to their souls and much contrition To him whose more then seven times heated brest Did soon regreet what his hot rage exprest But well since thus it is I 'le strive to sway The Scepter of my miseries and lay A good foundation that my Foes may build Their torments on my breast which shall be fill'd With true content I 'le labour to support But yet must yeeld when death shal storm the fort I cannot start at death I know it brings A finis to my ancient griefs and sings Anthems of Peace how happy 's he that can Flie to his God and scorne the rage of Man Thunder ye Sons of Tyranny let rage Flash from your sulph'rous souls strive to ingage The flames of Etna too and let them dash Against my breast I 'le own them as a flash Flatter your souls prepare your hands to do A deed that Heav'n will not advise you to I pitty you my heart cannot forbeare To sigh and Nature too commands a teare Oh that my head like to a Fountaine could Furnish my eyes with teares oh then I would Begin the morning and conclude the day Whith Drops and wash the black-brow'd night away Oh let my language whet your dul belief 'T was you that fill'd my flowing heart with grief And now my Torments more and more excel Heav'n grant me breath enough to bid Farewel Farewel sad word that like a bolt of thunder Hath more then cleft my reaving heart in sunder Death's nothing like the sorrow which I finde Raising a towre of woe within my minde Thou partner of my soul how can I die And leave thee here to weep a Lullaby To my indulgent babes how can it be That I must leave so dear a spouse as thee Poor hearts If I must goe and leave you all Confus'd together in the common hall Of this inraged world what wil ye doe But mourne for me as I have mourn'd for you Oh where wil you retire your selves and spend Your groaning houres oh what regarding friend Wil give a minuits audience or relieve Your pining wants or mean to hear you grieve What Nation wil regard or entertaine A royal though a miserable traine This is a sorrow that divides my brest This is a grief that cannot be exprest Without a fractur'd heart this is a wound That makes confusion active to confound Were it a possibility to have Ten thousand Lyons lodg'd within this Cave This trunke of mine they could not more torment My heart then this unbounded discontent Should all the Tyrants in the world contrive A way to make a dying soul survive With living paine they never could exceed The Tyrants of these Times in such a deed I have been long imprison'd and at last Call'd to the bar how soon I may be cast Heav'n knows not I for they that were so bold To bring me thither will if not controul'd Force me to death their very looks declare Their resolutions whilst their hearts prepare To suck my veins Ah thus they have betray'd me And smile to see how glorious they have made me They swell'd like mountains and at last brought forth The Mouse of Reformation whose worth Is seated in all lofty braines and hurl'd Through every corner of th' inquiring World But why should I insist upon your Crimes May heav'n forgive you and send better times I know my dayes are short 't is therefore meet To leave this Crown and buy a winding sheet Be gone terrestriall pleasures for ye are But Goalers to your Keepers and insnare Your fond beleevers goe my heart 's no tombe To give you buriall seek some other roome Flie then my soul but stay what hand is this That seems to hold me from my long'd-for blisse More sorrows yet will not th' Almighty please 'T afford my soul on earth a minutes ease Oh thou that mak'st my harvest ful of paines Grant that my working soul may reap the gains Grief's grown a Polititian and it keeps A strong reserve what eye is this that weeps These briny teares into my fluent heart As if those flouds should drownd me e're I part What voice is this I seem to hear what tones Are these that lavish out themselves in groanes What ayles my thoughts what neer related breath Is this that seems to breath a sudden death Into my panting breast methinks I heare A female voice cry must I languish here Hard-hearted death why art thou thus unkinde To take him hence and leave me here behinde To weep his obsequies draw up thy boe And send me whither I desire to goe Shoot shoot oh Death thou shalt not be withstood Come dip thy arrowes in my crimson bloud Fear not let flie and let thy rovers hide Their twi-fork'd heads within my wounded side Oh Heav'n since thou wert pleas'd to joyn our hands And hearts together let thy strict cōmands Urge death to strike us both that we may fly And dedicate our souls t' eternity Alas what joy what comfort can accrew To me when he shall bid this world adue I liv'd within his heart but ah if he Shall quit this earth what life remaines in me Alas sad heart what canst thou doe but pine Never could grief be parallel'd with mine I am the Sea of grief all streams doe tend Towards me for ah my sorrowes know no end The sturdy winds of care and trouble blowes Into my soul my Ocean alwayes flowes And never ebbes oh miserable age How am I made a subject to their rage Whose pare-boyl'd souls observes no other dyet But bloud and seeme to rest in our disquiet You all-exceeding Tyrants if ye thirst For royall blood be pleas'd to take mine first Mines but a draught yee 'le quickly swil it up Alas it wil not yeeld each soul a sup You are the fountains from whose brests do spring The streames of murder and your souls can sing Nothing but bloody notes you can contract The body of all mischief and enact What pleases you But will you subjugate Your legall King whose patience is your hate But if you seek his fatall overthrow Ye'le murder more then thousands at one blow But why doe I thus
languish breath in vaine On those whose fury have no ears refraine My trembling tongue Tyrants I le leave you here And turn my thoughts to Charls whose lif 's as dear To me as death is cheap to you Alas My heart is full I cannot let thee passe Without a sigh nor can my eyes forbeare To wash thy sad remembrance with a teare Has Heav'n decreed it must we be devided Dear King and must our sorrowes be derided Thou great Recorder of my thoughts to thee I will resigne command and I will be A subject to thy wil Oh let me have Thy gracious pardon then a speedy grave For ah what comfort can my wasting breast Hope to receive when I am dispossest Of such a Joy alas where shall I seate My heart tears are my drink and sighes my meate These pallid lippes of mine shall never dare To own a smile I 'le live with grief and care Except my God will please to take me hence And make his glorious Kingdome my defence Was it not grief enough to be absented Five yeers from him whose absence was lamented With reall drops yet then I could obtaine Some hopes to see him in his throne againe But hark methinks my Fancy seems to heare An aire of comfort breathing in my eare It is the voice of Charls whose pleasing breath Seemes to advance me from the shades of death Methinks I hear his language which distils Out from the Limbick of his soul and fils My pining heart with a triumphing joy His voice revives me but his words destroy He thus proceeds Oh thou that are the vine Which twists about this twining heart of mine Approach my presence and I will declare How great my sufferings and my comforts are First I was tost and banded to and fro From place to place permitted not to goe Without a guard a guard that did pretend Rather to act a murder then defend Then was I hurry'd to that fatall place Of London where I know I must uncase My willing soul which shall rejoyce when they That are my Judges shall presume to lay Their accusations on me and dcclare My new-coyn'd faults with their pretended care And to advance their plots they first infer I am a Tyrant and a Murderer Nay and a Traytor too if so it be That I 'm a Tyrant where 's my Tyranny Or if a Murderer I here require To know whose bloud it was that quench'd my fire Suppose but Heav'n forbid it should be true It was against my God I sinn'd not you Oh what an Age is this where seeming Reason Pretends to make me Traytor without Treason Death come and welcome to my heart I know That my Redeemer lives and that I owe A debt to Nature which cannot be pay'd Till these condemned corps of mine are lay'd Now grief be gon and let my comforts take Possession of my soul awake awake My slumbring senses I 'le triumph and sing For I have found that Death hath lost her sting My soul informes me that I must lad downe This Mortall for a true immortall Crowne I 'm ravish'd with delight me thinks I have A Heav'n within my bosome to inslave The Hell of torments grief must stand aloof Not daring to approach within my roof The pleasures of this world doe seem to run And fly like mists before the morning Sun They 're all but transetory and can lay No claime to perpetuity to day They seem like messengers of Joy to morrow They prove sad Heraulds proclaime a sorrow As for the Joves of heav'n they farre sermount My souls arithmetick I cannot count Those numerous delights which alwayes be Attendants to the souls eternity Thou great Redeemer to whose sacred power I now addresse my selfe my long'd for houre Is almost come there 's but a little blase Remaines behind and yet methinks my dayes Seem tedious to my soule I long to throw This burden downe that presses me below But since thy pleasure must be done not mine Call when thou pleasest for my soul is thine I 'le not resist thy hand but kisse thy rod I am thy Creature thou my gracious God Come my indulgent Ioyes and let my breath Inhabbit in your eares before my death Thou Consort of my heart why dost thou wast Those pearly dropps why do they make such hast To leave the sweet possessions of thy eyes What wilt thou make a watry Sacrifice Oh do not weep Heav'n is not pleas'd to see Those gliding streames which trickle down for me My tender Babes oh why do you stand by And imitate your Mothers stormy eye Restraine those tears for every drop you shed Falls on my moyst'ned heart and there hath bred A brim-fill'd fountaine which at last will dround My heart and give your selves the greatest wound Let not oh let not your sad eyes expresse So great a sorrow for my happinesse Cheer up cheer up deare souls learne to keep Those tears or weep to see your Mother weep Weep not for me I 'm going to receive A lasting Crowne oh leave for heav'ns sake leave Those heart-infringing groans why doe ye vex My Heav'n-desiring soul and thus perplex Your pensive hearts forbeare and be appeasd Be not displeased with what Heav'n is pleas'd Oh how can ye expect that hee 'l fulfill Your large desires if thus you thwart his will Come smile upon me and that smile will give My heart a great incouragement to live Death 's but a speedy passage from this life Unto a better and concludes all strife Between this World and us whilst here we draw Corrupted aire we 're subject to the law Of grief and care which daily circumvents Discordious hearts with griping discontents Be not dejected at my death but rather Rejoyce to think that heav'n will be your father Comfort your woefull mother that hath been A carefull Parent and my loyall Queen Give her that full Obedience which is due And Heav'n will be affectionate to you Oh let the feare of God be alwaies plac'd Before your eyes Let virtus be imbrac'd What ere ye doe be carefull to reserve A spotlesse minde which will at last preserve Your heav'n bred souls let not your furies rage Into revenge but labour to asswage The flames of anger let them not aspire Beyond your reach Passion 's the worst of fire Be not too much addicted to the hate Of any but be wisely moderate And when your hands begin to undertake A consequentiall worke be sure t' awake Your slumb'ring reasons labour to advise With heav'n and he will crowne your enterprise With full successe and if your foes should chance To gaine the day permit your thoughts to glance Upon your private Crimes and learne to know Th' effect can never absolutely show The justnesse of a cause for oftentimes Just Heav'n is pleas'd to pardon private Crimes With publique means God knows my cause was just And yet he lay'd my Armies in the dust Shall I repine because I dayly see My foes prevaile
and triumph ouer me No no I will not they shall live to dye When I shall dye to live and glorifie The Generall of Heav'n within whose Tent I hope to rest where Time will ne're be spent But now ah now these lipps must bid farewell Methinks I heare Deaths Orator the Bell Plead for an issue and I must not stay Death comes in haste and I must post away Come then my tender Babes dearest Spouse Thou that wert alwayes constant to thy vows And let those short-liv'd armes of mine inclose You all together e're I doe repose My earth-defatigated limbs forbeare To drench my farewell in so large a teare My deare Relations if my wasting glasse Afford no sand I must be gone Alas Teares cannot hold my soul and woe may have More priviledge to take then he that gave My Iourney 's almost ended and I must Take up an Inn and lodge my self in dust Then shine upon me with the beams of mirth That I may say I saw a heav'n on earth A pleasing smile or two will make me know No paine in death but if in teares you flow Oh then But know my dearest Heav'n wil be A fitter husband for thee far than me Thou need'st not feare thy foes contriving harmes They cannot keep thee from his folding armes As they have done from mine oh may wee meet I dare not say within a winding-sheet For I am sure those weeping Babes will misse Th' unwelcome absence of so great a blisse But when thy husband heav'n shall please to bring Thy soul into his Quire oh then wee 'l sing Prolonged Anthems where we shall combine Our souls together in a place divine Till then oh why why does thy trembling hand Freeze within mine Ah me why dost thou stand And gaze upon me are thy veins afray'd To entertaine thy blood has grief betray'd Thy fainting heart to death wilt thou precede My resolutions give me leave to lead The way to heav'n Alas and wilt thou die Because I cannot live cast back thine eye Upon thy Royall Issue doe but see How fast their sighes doe faile in tears to thee Oh let the sight of them revive thy heart Cheer up and give me courage to depart For they that dye because another dyes Usurpe a Death and make themselves a prize Doe not oh doe not thus torment thy soul For my departure if you must condole Condole my stay my soule desires to be Disolv'd Indulgent God and rest with thee A bed of Roses that 's a fading sweet Oh there 's no comfort to a winding sheet A Grave 's the best of Pallaces for there Is neither whining grief nor pining care Why should we scorne this earth that entertains Our wearied bones and hides us from our paines Earth is a place of worth yet would I have Not any dote upon 't but for a grave Now death march bravely on and let thy dart Sing as it flies unto my obvious heart What art thou daunted dost thou feare to kill Because I am a King what daunted still Why dost thou look so pale what art thou charm'd By Majesty or has thy self disarm'd Thy self or else art thou asham'd to doe So foul a deed or wil't thou not imbrew Thy shaft in Royall blood Come lay aside Thy feare and shoot or else my foes will chide But hold a while nor doe I bid thee stay Because my soul 's desirous of delay Once more thou sole Commandresse of my brest Draw nere before I fall into my rest Approach unto me let these lipps of mine Intaile a farewell on those cheeks of thine Weep not but let thy tender knees salute The ground with mine let 's labour to confute Our sorrows with our prayers and recommend Our souls to heav'n whose glory knows no end Thou great thou glorious thou all-ruling King Thou Rocke thou fountaine thou eternall spring Of Grace we that are cloathed with the night Of sin present our selves into thy sight And with unfained hearts devoutly pray That thou wouldst send thy Son to chase away Our soul-absconding clouds that thou mayst take A pleasure to behold us for his sake We beg this needfull grace in whom we know Thou art well pleased and to whom we owe A debt unpayable oh therefore let Thy satisfying mercy pay our debt Oh hear our prayers which strongly doe importune Thy gracious pardon though it was our fortune To be unfortunate yet let us be Indulgent Father fortunate with thee Forgive our youthfull sins and speak some peace Unto our souls and as our sins encrease So let thy mercy more and more abound That having lost our sins thou may'st be found Heal our back-slidings guide us in thy way That so our feet may never goe astray Oh blesse these blessings which thy blessed hand Bestow'd upon me let them fil the Land With good examples guard them from their foes And send them patience when thou send'st them woes Hear me for them oh God them for me And hear our Saviour for us all and be A Father and a Husband to them all And let me rise in mercy when I fall Strengthen their soules and teach them to renew Their patience when my soul shall bid adue To this infatuated world oh let Their hearts seclude all grief for 't is a debt That must be pay'd let thy exchequer take Such ill-coyn'd treasure as my soul can make Oh grant dear Father this my great request Then take me when thou pleasest to thy rest So now my joyes be chearfull let 's create A heav'nly mirth and let our sorrows wait Upon our pleasures let our watchfull eies Observe our Makers great Immunities Let 's first observe how his free hand provided For us before we were how he divided The water from the land and made it drie To entertain our feet and made the skie To give us light and afterwards he made Poor helpless Man that suddenly betray'd Himself to ruine and by deviation Abus'd the glory of his free Creation But see the bounty of our God above Who quickly turn'd his fury into love And sent a speedy balsom to make sound The deadly anguish of so deep a wound And shall we be ungratefull shall we not Remember him that never yet forgot To pity us and shall we waste our dayes In vain contentions and not give him praise That gave us his own Son whose willing breath Redeem'd our souls from everlasting death Alass how miserable had we been Had his spontanious death not stept between Veng'ance and us and shall we then deny What he requires if he command that I Retire unto him shall my soul refuse To run unto him and embrace the newes Oh no it must not hee 's accurst that shall Desire to stay if Heaven be pleas'd to call Death hath no ears to hear complaints 't is vain To weep for that which tears cannot regain You my sad standers by when death shall send A Message to my heart forbear to spend Offensive
courses till their strength is don I have a stream of grief within my brest That tumbles up and down and cannot rest I am resolv'd let death distwade to speak What Reason dictate or my heart must break I 'le mount the Stage let standers by behold My Actions for my sorrows must be bold I fear not those whose powers may controll The language of my tongue but not my soul Advance dejected souls hear reason call Let not the truth be passive though we fall Blush not to own those tears which you have spent In private for a Publick discontent Let not your tongues be Pris'ners to your lips When Justice cals oh let not fear ecclipse The light of truth rouse up your selves draw neer When Justice finds a Tongue finde you an eare The day 's expir'd bright Sal hath drawn his head Within the curtaines of his Tethean bed Where shall we hide our slumbring souls and lay Our wearied limbes till he renews the day A day Alasse have not our wretched eyes Seen a great fall can we expect a Rise Should Heav'n who justly may command his powres T' expel this light as we have lately ones What should we do where should we finde a sun That have by too much doing quite undone Our wilfull selves by snuffing out that light Which he inspir'd to guard us from the night Of sad confusion ah how could we spoile So pure a lampe and so usurpe that oyle Which was ordain'd to nourish us We run To light a Candle and put out the Sun In vain we waste our times and range about To look for new lights now the old Light 's out We seek and we may finde but heav'n knowes when Old lights were made by God new by men Shake England for thy Grand Vpholders down Thy feet have lately spurn'd against thy Crown Thy hands are daub'd with bloud one ruine calls An other to the others funeralls Destruction thunders and the earth is fill'd With doleful ecchoes bloud that hath been spill'd By unjust hands like seas begin to roare As if 't would take revenge upon the shore The whistling woods and their subjected springs Sends forth Elegious blasts each corner rings With unaccustom'd sounds All things expresse By thir prognosticating looks unhappinesse Deploring Philomel does now repeare Contristed notes upon her Thorny seat She has forgot those sweet no turnall notes Which lately charm'd all sorrow now she dotes Upon her woefull he prolixed tones And findes no sweetnesse in her bitter groanes The Commons of the aire conspire to throw Their Soveraign down and will not fly so low As formerly but are resolv'd to be Oppugnant to the Eagles Majesty How pregnant is Rebellion every where Not onely here on earth but in the aire Can thunder roare and not the lofty sound Be heard can Cedar fall unto the ground And not be seen can Mountaines shrinke away And not observ'd nor can there be a day Without a Sun nor can there be a night Without some darknesie can there be a light Put our unwanted or can murther be Committed upon sacred Majestie And not lamented sure no humane heart Can be so brazen as not to impart Some sorrow to the world for such a losse When gold is gone how uselesse is the drosse Now mournfull Muses light your Torches all T' attend your glory to his Funerall Shal our Mecaenas dye and you stand still And not appeare upon Parnassus bill Away away invoke Apolloes aide Tell him that your Mecaenas was betray'd To an unlawfull death and you desire To sacrifice a verse and then retire Could I translate my heart into a verse I 'de pinne it with my soul upon his herse Could I command the world I 'de make it burne Like a pure lampe upon his sacred Vrne Could I command all eyes I 'de have them make As a memoriall for great Charles his sake A sea of teares that after ages may Lament to see but not lament to say He dy'd without a teare and it should be Call'd the salt sea of flowing Loyaltie Could I command all hearts I 'de make them spend Some drops of bloud upon his tombe and send Millions of sighes to Heav'n that may expresse His death was Englands great unhappinesse Could I command all tongues I 'de make them run Divisions on his praise till time were done Could I command all hands I 'de strike them dead Because they should not rise against their head Could I command all feet I 'de make them goe And give the Son that duty which they owe To his deserts I 'm in a desert and I know not where To guide my steps that path which seemes most faire Broves most pernicious to me and will lend My feet a good beginning but no end Great Charl's oh happy word but what 's the next Bad 's th' application of so good a Text Is dead most killing word what is he dead Nay more if more may be hee 's murthered Ah then my thoughts are murther'd my sad eyes Shall never cease to weep his Obsequies I 'le turn this place into a bubling spring Of briny teares and then I 'le freely bring A Sacrifice to sorrow which shall be A flaming heart that 's crown'd with Loyaltie Now could I spend an age in thoughts and tyre The night with sighes methinks I could inspire Sorrow it self and teach it to proclaime What ruine waites upon our new-bred flame But 't is in vaine perswasions have no powre On them whose resolutions can devoure Both Law and Reason two most horrid crimes In these pernicious these contentious times Come then my thoughts and let us ruminate Upon our sorrows oh unhappy Fate Why didst thou snuffle out Charles his royal blaze In the Aurora of his well-spent days But 't is in vaine to blame thee for thy hand Cannot refraine to strike if God command Heav'n saw he was too good to be enjoy'd By us but not too good to be destroy'd For his owne glory let 's rejoyce we had So good a King but grieve to think how bad We us'd his goodness we may justly say He gave in mercy what he took away In Iudgment for his own commands appointed We should not touch much more slay his anointed And yet we have as if our hearts had sworn To contradict his will abus'd and torn His own Vicegerent to whose thriving hand He gave the Scepter of a glorious Land But now unhappy land thy glories fled Thy Crown is fallen and thy Charles is dead Goe then deplore thy self whilst others sing The living vertues of thy martyr'd King His glory shall survive with Fame when they Shall lye forgotten in a heape of Clay That were the Authors of his death their bones Shall turne to ashes as their hearts are stones But did my tongue expresse that they should be Forgot oh no their long-liv'd Tyranny Shall be perpetuall harke misfortune sings The worst of Tyrants kill'd the best of Kings He was the best what impious tongue
shall dare To contradict my language or impare His living worth and they that goe about To blast his Fame oh may their tongues drop out Pardon oh Heav'ns if passion make me breake Into extremes who can forbeare to speake In such a lawfull cause may we not claime A Priviledge to speak in Charles his name Is any timerous then let them keep Their language and reserve themselves to weep Is any Joyful let them keep their mirth To please the Tyrants of this groaning earth Is any sorry let them keep their grief Til Heav'n shall please to send their souls reliefe Did ever Iland find so great a losse Was ever Nation crownd with such a crosse Could ever Kingdom boast they had a Prince That could be more laborious to convince The errours of his times or contradict The dictates of his rage or be more strict In his Devotions ne're did Prince inherit So rich a Crowne with so inrich'd a Spirit He was the best of Conquerors he made Conquests of hearts although he was betray'd By some inferiour spirits which he found Had lately started from the lowely ground And were not worth a Conquest yet he gave Them more respect then their deserts could crave None could observe during the time he stood Before his Pilates that his royal blood Mov'd into fury but his heart was prone To hear their speeches and retort his own But when they found his language did increase With sense he was desir'd to hold his peace And some related that their furies bred Because his at inclos'd his royal head Good God what times are these when subjects dare Presume to make their Soveraign stand bare And when they sent him from their new made place Of Justice basely spit upon his face But he whose patience could admit no date Conquer'd their envies and subdu'd their hate Ah who could blame our Soveraign to decline Their ways and say were ever grief like mine First when his feet approach'd into the Hall The ill-tun'd tongues of sycophants would call Aloud for Justice though they never knew What Justice was yet still they would renew Their most confounding and discordious noates And baul for Justice with their sluce-like throats But he that Lambe of Patience never vented A word of anger but with speed prevented Their louder cryes and with a pleasing breath Reply'd If Justice can be gain'd by death Yea shall not want it only be content Yea may as soon endeavour to repent As now ye doe to spil my blood advise Your souls will suffer for your forward cryes Having thus spoke immediately he stept Unto the barre where for a time he kept Himself in silence like a sun he shin'd Amongst those gloomy clowds which had combin'd Themselves together plotting to disgrace His orient luster and impul'd his face And with a thundring voice they first salute His ears with Tyrant Traytor and impute Murder unto him With a pleasing smile He look'd upon them and a little while He made a pause but by and by he broke His silent lips and moderatly spoke To this effect May I desire to know From whence this great Authority doth flow That you pretend to act by If it bee Derivative I shall desire to see And know from whom till then I shall deny To give my tongue a licence to reply You are our Pris'ner Sir you ought not to Demand what your appointed Judges do For our Authority 't is known at large Unto our selves pray answer to your Charge Or els we shall proceed I thought t' have seen My Lords and Peers together that had been A means to make my fading hopes renew For most of them I know but none of you As for my Charge I own iâ— as a thing Of small concernment as I am a King You cannot try me what your new made laws May do I know not have a care and pause Before you act in Blood strive to convince Your stubborn hearts know I am your Prince Y' are but abortive Judges have a care Ye may be tangled in your own made snare Proceed ye can but throw me to the earth They which p 〈…〉 needs must own the birth God knows my heart 't is not my life that I Account of but my Subjects Liberty That 's all that I desire Sir now we must A little interrupt You 'T is unjust A Prisoner as you are should be allow'd So great a Priviledge Y 'ave disavow'd Our known Authoritie and make a sport Of reall Justice and affront the Court Feed not your guilty heart with such delay Waste no more time for Justice will not stay Pray give me leave to speak great Charls reply'd You ought not Sir to speak w' are satisfi'd Already of your guilt you must prepare To hear your Sentence and you must forbear Your vain and weak discourses Is it so He then reply'd that I am forc'd to go Away unheard Alas 't is not the voice Of Death can daunt my brest ye may rejoyce At my destruction though you have no ear To entertain my language Heaven will hear Take notice People that you King 's deny'd To speak Was ever Justice rul'd by pride Thus having laid the burthen of their spight Upon his head they sent him from their â—ight But he that was inspir'd by Heaven did show A countenance that did import their woe More then a sorrow for his death his face Was dy'd with honour theirs with foul disgrace His patience was their passions and they found His mind a kingdom where his heart was crown'd With constant love Oh that I could rehearse His living Vertues with a living Verse But now my Pen must leave Him for a time And dwell upon the mountains of that crime Which they committed Put a King to death Oh horrid action what venomous breath Pronounc'd that fatall Sentence May it live To poyson Scorpions and not dare to give The least of sounds to any humane ear Sure he was deaf himself and could not hear The cadence of his language for the sound Had been sufficient to inflict a wound Within his marble heart Oh such a deed Stabs Kingdoms to the hearts and makes them bleed Themselves to death to lose so good a King By such base means will prove a viperous sting To this detested Land If Kings transgresse And prove Tyrannicall we must addresse Our selves to Heaven and by our Prayers desire Th' assistance of his mercy to inspire Our souls with true obedience that we may Strengthen our selves and passively obey What actively we cannot for Kings reign By God we therefore ought not to maintain Our rage against them He that shall controul The actions of a King burthens his Soul With a most ponderous crime If to suppose But ill of Kings be sin oh how have those Transgress'd that have destroyd their King and made Him subject to bad Subjects that betraid Their souls to Tyranny Oh Heaven forgive What they have done and let their sorrows live Within their Souls
Oh make them to behold Their errours Let not Conquest make them bold Here stop my Muse le ts labour to accost Our former Glory Charles though we have lost His sacred Person yet we must not lose His happy memory Ah who can chuse But sigh when as they seat his glorious name Within their serious thoughts If ever Fame Receiv'd a Crown it was from Him whose worth My wearied Quil's too weak to blazon forth And when the best of my endeavour's done I shall but light a Candle to the Sun Yet will I spend my strength a feeble light Plac'd by a greater makes it shine more bright He was 't is not unknown to all the earth A Prince by vertue and a Prince by birth In the exordium of his Reign he swaid The Scepter of this Land till time betraid Cupid and Mars with a Majestick brow And made his chearfull subjects hearts to boâ— In honor and it could not be exprest Whether he rul'd himself or Subjects best He was a Prince whose life and conversation Impoverish'd vices and enrich'd his Nation With good examples Honor never found So sweet an harbour Vertue never crown'd So rare a heart Love reign'd within his eye And there was clothed with Divinitie Vertue and Majestie did seem to strive Within his Royall brest which should survive In greatest Glory but 't was soon decided Martha and Mary would not be divided No more would they there was a sympathie Between them both for if the one should die The other could not live they were combin'd Within his brest and could not be disjoynd O happy is that Land where Vertue shall Meet Majestie within a Princes Hall He was a King not onely over Land But over Passion for he could command His Royall Self and when approaching trouble Assaild his mind his wisdome would redouble His present patience and he would allow The worst of sorrows a contented brow His undivided soul was alwaies free To propagate the works of Pietie His heart was still attracted to good motions By the true Loadstone of his firm devotions He alwaies studied how to recompence Good deeds with full rewards as for offence He sooner would forgive it then impose A punishment his meekness made his foes Grow supercilious and at last they made A private snare and zealously betraid The Lord of Englands life whose free consent Granted them a Triennial Parliament To salve the Kingdoms grievances but they Took not the grievances but Him away It could not be distinguish'd which did reign Mars or Apollo most within his brain He was a Cesar and the equall fame Of War and Wisdom dwelt upon his Name As for his Martiall parts Edge-hill will bear An everlasting record how his care And resolution did maintain that Fight Till day submitted to th' incroaching night Although Heavens General was pleas'd to bring Such small conditions to so great a King We must not judge that 't is success that can Procure the title of a valiant man For that will but instruct him how to fly Upon the wings of popularity As for his Theologick parts I may Without presumption absolute say He was a second David and could raise A lofty strain to sing his Makers praise Read but his Meditations and you 'l finde His brest attain'd an heav'n-enameld minde Now Reader close thine eys and do not read My following lines except thy heart can bleed And thou not die Ah here 's a mournfull text Imports a death Suppose what follows next And 't is enough Oh that I could ingrosse The Language of the world t' expresse this losse Break hearts weep eys lament your Soveraign's And let Him swim unto his Funerall In Subjects teares oh had you seen his feet Mounted the stage of blood and run to meet The fury of his foes and how his breath Proclaim'd a correspondency with death Oh then thy diving heart must needs have found The depth of sorrow and receiv'd a wound That Time could not recure oh such a sight Had been sufficient to have made a night Within this little world hadst thou but seen What soule-defending patience stood between Passion and him with what a pleasing grace As if that death had blush'd within his face He look'd upon his people which surrounded His mourning Scaffold whilst his thoughts abounded With heav'nly ruptures his Angellike voice Taught Ioy to weep and sorrow to rejoyce Teares blinded many that they could not see So bloody so abhorr'd a Tragedy He look'd as if he rather came to view His Subjects then to bid them all adue Feare had no habitation in his breast And what he spoke was readily exprest Heav'ns sacred Orator divinely typp'd His tongue with golden languages and dipp'd His soul in Loves sweet fountaine so that all That lov'd admir'd and griev'd to see him fall Whil or he submitting Prince devoutly pray'd That Heav'n would pardon those that had betraid His body to the grave as from his soul He had forgave them all and did condole Their sad conditions having spent his breath He yeelded like a Lamb unto his death Much more he utterd but my burthen'd Quill Recoils and will not prosecute my will My Pen and I must now abrubtly part Pardon oh Reader for love bindes my heart With chains of sorrow let me crave what I Shall want in Language that thou wilt supply In Meditation But before I let My Quill desert my hand I 'le make it set This Tragi comick period to my story Charles liv'd in trouble and he dy'd in glory FINIS Habakkuk chap. 1 ver 13 Thou art of purer eys O God then to behold evil and canst not look on iniquity Wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devoureth the man that is more righteous then they AN EPITAPH Vpon Caines having kill'd their Abel lay'd Him underneath whom they betray'd And forc'd to death Kind Reader know Religion was his overthrow Lament lament this fatall losse England never had a Crosse So Great as This Let every Eye Keep teares to weep his Elegie I may presume to say a Tombe Never had a richer wombe Goe not till your sorrowes have Offered teares unto his grave Faile not to spend some reall groanes Except your hearts are turn'd to stones Now methinkes his ashes cryes Guiltlesse blood 's a Sacrifice London lately lost her heart And is sicke in every part Nothing could appease but bloud Death took her King and left a flood FINIS AN ELEGY UPON The Right Honorable the LORD CAPELL Baron of Hadham Who was beheaded at Westminster for maintaining the ancient and fundamentall Lawes of the Kingdome of ENGLAND March the 9. 1648. Heuâ—jrcâ—t aut fuctis vivat ubique suis DIsturbe me not my thoughts are mounting high To build a Nest for Capells memory Fool that I am I doe not meane a Nest No nor a Kingdome neither that 's the least Of all my thoughts It is a world that shall Be rul'd by Capells eccho
hollow all Ye sacred Muses and conspire to bring Matterialls to this worke and learne to sing For should ye weep your eyes might undertake To drown that world which I intend to make Forbeare your teares are uselesse you must now Gaze upon death with an undaunted brow Capell has taught us how to entertaine The palled looks of Mars by him we gaine The art of dying and from him we have The diffinition of a Noble Grave Rare soul I say thy ever active Fame Shall build a world upon thy pregnant name And every Letter of thy Name shall raise A spacious kingdom where thy ample praise Shall be recorded every hearkning eare Shall prove Ambitious and admire to heare 'T will be a glory when the world shall say 'T was bravely done his Soveraigne lead the way And he as valiant Souldiers ought to doe March'd boldly after and was alwayes true To sacred Majesty his Noble breath Disdain'd the fear of a Tyrannick death Death added life unto his thoughts for he Contemn'd a life if bought with infamy The very birds shall learne to prate and sing How Capell suffered for his Royall King Rouze then ye stupid sons of Morpheus Let This shining Sun of English valour set And rise within your horizons your hearts I mean and teach you how to sing in parts The Anthems of his worth Oh understand That this was he whose death hath fill'd the land With living sorrow this was he whose glory Shall lend the world an everlasting story You lust-obeying Tarquins that permit And tolerate your pleasures to commit Adulterated actions and command England our poor Lucretia to stand Subject to our libidinous desires And cannot help her self heav'n grant your fires May soone expire that at the last we may Like Tarquins see you banish'd quite away Say will your hung'ry appetites receive No satisfaction have you vow'd to leave No Noble blood Alasse how can your meek And tender consciences thus roar and seek Like greedy Lyons senting up and downe To find your prey in every Royall Towne Where is that zeale which was in former times A golden pretext to your drossy crimes Doe you not thinke of heav'n have ye forgot There is a God or will ye own him not Where is Religion your upholder fled What is that murther'd too or have ye spread A vaile upon her that she may not be Observ'd or own'd but in necessitie Has not Religion all this while maintain'd Your unjust cause what mony 's ye have gain'd Was for Religions sake which still supplyd Your wants but now ye 're full that 's lay'd Vnhappy is that land whose people braggs That they have put Religion up in baggs Money precedes Religion now but stay Precipitating quil I 've lost my way Nay and my subject too how came my minde Thus much to deviate oh where shall I finde My former subject shall my thoughts object His memory and own him with Neglect No no they shall not come my Muse repose Let 's think upon your Friend and let our foes Remember us Capell thy worth shall fill The black mouth'd concave of my mourning quil He was a Pompie but receiv'd his harme From Tyrants not from Caesars noble arme He had an Army in his minde could call Vertue to be their bold fac'd General He had no Pride no Faction to create Or nurse division in his peacefull State He had a Court of Justice in his breast But not to tyrannize to make inquest After the sons of Loyalty or bring Illegall Judgements to their legal King He had a heart that never us'd to hide The heate of envie or the flames of Pride He had a Conscience never us'd t' exact Upon a widdowed Kingdome or extract The treasures of a Nation to defray His own desires he never us'd to play The Devil in the habit of a Saint Or teach his Agitators how to paint A vice with pleasing colours or prepare His ready eyes to shed a zealous teare With a false heart he never striv'd to please And turn the Peoples hearts with Peters-Keyes And to conclude he never would desire Other mens fuels to maintain his fire Now Reader thou hast heard he had a minde Not morgag'd unto basenesse but inclin'd To honorable actions It was he That was the Embleme of true Charitie Yet some unworthy Spirit have exprest He was a son of Rome because his breast Was fill'd with pitty and would still relieve The Poor whose wants instructed him to grieve False are those base reports he was a man Always reputed a great Puritan And not a Papist and he had a care To have that hated Book of Common prayer Read to his Family himself would joyn His aid to any thing that was Divine The Church did seldom fail to entertain His Hoble self and his domestique traine Until this blessed Reformation spread It self abroad and struck Religion dead And then indeed his Conscience would refuse To let him hear some Rabshekah abuse His Gods Anointed and his reall heart Could not endure to hear time-servers dart Arrows of envie at his King and raile Aginst his Consort lab'ring to intaile Disgrace upon their names and fill the earth With heapes of errours and rebellious mirth These things his heart abhorr'd he could not hear His King abused with a patient ear He was the soul of Loyalty his minde Was alwayes active for he still inclin'd His thoughts to goodnesse striving how to bring Peace to his Country honour to his King He was a man that always us'd to fly Upon the wings of true sollidity He was compleat and rich in every part His tongue was never traytor to his heart But now ah now I shall make death too proud To speak it he hath lately left this cloud This world of envy and is gon t' inherit Those joyes which wait upon a noble Spirit Now now hee 's gon to heav'ns sublimer court Where Justice lives a place were false report Shall find no eare a place where none shall dye For being rich or wise their Loyalty Shall be respected there the weeping eyes Of Orphans shall be pitied there the cries Of Ladies pleading for their Lords shall finde A full respect where Vertue is refinde There must be happinesse oh think but where It is kinde Reader and brave Capels there There there he rests who stoutly trode the stage Of blood whose life whose death no age Will ever paralel his courage gave A life to death and pleasure to a grave He had a pleasing countenance his face Did seem to blush but 't was for their disgrace And not his guilt he hever seem'd t' expresse The least of fear but hasted to addresse Himself to heav'n and like a Stagge he bay'd At his unsatisfied hounds and lay'd His use before them and contemn'd their power Because he knew they only could devour His little world but for his soul that went Before a more consciencious Paliament Where now he rests in peacefulness and doubles His pleasures whilest