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A47408	A groane at the fvnerall of the incomparable and glorious monarch, Charles the First, King of Great Brittaine, France and Ireland, &c., on whose sacred person was acted that execrable, horrid and prodigious murther by a trayterous crew, and bloudy combination at Westminster, January 30, 1648 written by I.B.	King, Henry, 1592-1669.	1649 (1649)	Wing K500; ESTC R3072	3,734	9

A GROANE AT THE FVNERALL of that incomparable and Glorious MONARCH CHARLES THE FIRST King of Great Brittaine France and Ireland c. On whose Sacred Person was acted that execrable horrid and prodigious Murther by a trayterous Crew and bloudy Combination at WESTMINSTER Janury the 30. 1648. Written by I. B. Printed in the Yeare M. D.C.XL.IX A GROANE TO speake our Griefes at full over Thy Tombe Great Soul we should be Thunder-struck dumbe The triviall Off'rings of our bubling eyes Are but faire Libels at such Obsequies When Griefe bleeds inward not to sense 't is deep W' have lost so much that 't were a sin to weep The wretched Bankrupt counts not up his summes When his inevitable ruine comes Our losse is finite when we can compute But that strikes speechlesse which is past recruit W' are sunke to sense and on the Ruine gaze As on a curled Comets fiery blaze As Earth-quakes fright us when the teeming earth Rends ope her bowels for a fatall birth As Inundations seize our trembling eyes Whose rowling billowes over Kingdomes rise Alas our Ruines are cast up and sped In that black totall CHARLES is Murthered Rebellious Gyant hands have broake that Pole On which our Orbe did long in Glory roule That Roman Monsters wish in Act we see Three Kingdoms necks have felt the Axe in Thee The Butchery is such as when by Caine The fourh Division of the world was slaine The mangled Church is on the shambles lay'd Her Massacre is on thy Blocke display'd Thine is Thy peoples epidemicke Tombe Thy Sacrifice a num'rous Hecatombe The Powder-min 's now fir'd we were not freed But respited by Traytours thus to bleed Novembers plots are brew'd and broach't in worse And Ianuary now compleats the Curse Our Lives Estates Lawes and Religion All Lye crush'd and gasping at this dismall fall Accursed Day that blotted'st out our light May'st Thou be ever muffled up in Night At Thy returne may sables hang the skie And teares not beames distill from Heavens Eye Curs'd be that smile that guilds a Face on Thee The Mother of prodigious Villanie Let not a breath be wafted but in moanes And all our words be but articulate groanes May all Thy Rubrick be this dismall Brand Now comes the miscreant Doomes-day of the Land Good-Friday wretchedly transcrib'd and such As Horrour brings alike though not so much May Dread still fill Thy minutes and we sit Frighted to thinke what others durst commit A Fact that copies Angels when they fell And justly might create another Hell Above the scale of Crimes Treason sublim'd That cannot by a parallell be rim'd Raviliack's was but under-graduate sin And Gourney here a Pupill Assassin Infidell wickednesse without the Pale Yet such as justifies the Canniball Ryot Apochryphall of Legend breed Above the Canon of a Jesuites Creed Spirits-of-witch-craft quintessentiall guilt Hels Pyramid another Babell built Monstrous in bulke above our Fancies span A Behemoth a Crime Leviathan So desperately damnable that here Ev'n Wild smels Treason and will not appeare That Murdering peece of the new Tyrant-State By whom't hath Shot black Destinies of late He that belch'd forth the Loyall Burleighs doome Rocoyles at this so dreadfull Martyrdome What depth of Terrour lies in that Offence That thus can grind a seared Conscience Hellish Complotment which a League renewes Lesse with the men then th' Actions of the Jewes Such was their Bedlam Rabble and the Cry Of Justice now 'mongst them was Crucifie Pilates Consent is Bradshaws Sentence here The Judgement-hall's remov'd to Westminster Hayle to the Reeden Scepter th' Head and knee A●to'r aga●●e that Cursed Pageantrie Th● 〈◊〉 ●rew in solemne pompe guard on 〈◊〉 Maj●●● as not to th' Block but Throne The Belch agrees of those envenom'd Lyes There a Blaspemer here a Murd'rer dyes If that goe first in horrour this comes next A pregnant Comment on that gastly Text The Heav'ns ne're saw but in that Tragicke howre Slaughter'd so great an Innocence and Powre Bloud-thirsty Tygars I could no streame suffice T' allay that Hell within your Breasts but This Must you needs swill in Cleopatra's Cup And drinke the price of Kingdomes in a sup Cisterns of Loyalty have deeply bled And now y' have damm'd the Royall Fountain Head Cruell Phlebotomie at once to draine The Median and the rich Basilick veine The tinctures great that popular murther brings 'T is scarlet-deep that 's dy'd in bloud of Kings But what could Israel find no other way To their wish'd Canaan than through This Red Sea Must God have here his leading Fire and Cloud And He be th' Guide to this outragious Crowd Shall the black Conclave counterfeit His hand And superscribe Their Guilt Divine Command Doth th' ugly Fiend usurpe a Saint-like grace And Holy-water wash the Devils face Shall Dagons Temple the mock'd Arke inclose Can Esau's hands agree with Jacob's voyce Must Molech's Fire now on the Altar burne And Abel's bloud to Expiation turne Is Righteousnesse so lewd a Bawd and can The Bibles Cover serve the Alcoran Thus when Hel's meant Religion's bid to shine So Faux his Lanterne lights him to his Mine Here here is sins non ultra when one Lie Kils This and stabs at Higher Majestie And though His sleepy Arme suspend the scourge Nor doth loud Bloud in winged Vengeance urge Though the soft houres a while in pleasures flie And conquering Treason sing her Lullabie The guilt at length in fury he 'l inroule With barbed Arrows on the trayt'rous Soule Time may be when that John-à Leyden King His Quarters to this Tombe an Offring bring And that Be-Munster'd Rabble may have eyes To read the Price of their deare Buttcheries Yet if just Providence reprieve the Fate The Judgement will be deeper though 't be late and After-times shall feele the curse enhanc'd By how much They 've the sin bequeath'd advanc'd Meane time most blessed shade the Loyall eye Shall pay her Tribute to Thy Memory Thy Aromatick Name shall feast our sense 'Bove Balmie Spiknard's fragrant Redolence Whilst on Thy loathsome Murderers shall dwell A plague sore-blast and rotten ulcers smell Wonder of Men and Goodnesse stamp'd to be The Pride and Flourish of all History Thou hast undone the Annals and engross'd All th' Heroes Glory which the Earth e're lost Thy Priviledge 't is onely to commence Laureate in Sufferings and in Patience Thy wrongs were 'bove all Sweetnesse to digest And yet thy Sweetnesse conquer'd the sharp test Both so immense and infinitely vast The first could not be reach'd but by the last Meane Massacres are but in death begun But Thou hast Liv'd an Execution Close conffin'd up in a deceased Life Hadst Orphan Children and a Widow-Wife Friends not t' approach or comfort but to mourne And weep their unheard plaints as at Thy Urne Such black Attendants Colonied Thy Cell But for thy Presence Car'sbrooke had been Hell Thus basely to be Dungeon'd would enrage Great Bajazet beyond an Iron Cage That deep indignity might

yet have layne Something the lighter from a Tamerlaine But here Sidonian Slaves usurp the Reines And lock the Scepter-bearing Armes in chaines The spew'd-up surfeit of this glut'nous Land Honour'd by Scorne and cleane beneath all brand For such a Varlot-brood to teare all downe And make a common Foot-ball of the Crowne T' insult on wounded Majesty and broach The bloud of Honour by their vile reproach What Royall Eye but Thine could sober see Bowing so Low yet bearing up so high What an unbroken sweetnesse grac'd Thy Soule Beyond the Worlds proud conquest or controule Maugre grim cruelty thou kept'st Thy Hold Thy Thorny Crowne was still a Crowne of Gold Chast Honour Might enrag'd could ne're defloure Though others th' Vse Thou claim'dst the Right of Power The brave Athenian thus with lopp'd-off Hands A stop to swelling sailes by 's mouth commands New Vigour rouz'd Thee still in Thy Embroyles Antaeus-like recruiting from Thy Foyles Victorious fury could not terrour bring Enough to quell a captivated King So did that Roman Miracle withstand Hetrurian shoales but with a single hand The Church in Thee had still her Armies thus The World once fought with Athanasius The Gantlet thus upheld It is decreed No safety else for Treason CHARLES must bleed Traytor and Soveraigne now inverted meet The wealthy Olive 's dragg'd to th' Brambles feet The Throne is metamorphiz'd to the Barre And despicable Batts the Eagle dare Astonishment yet still we must admire Thy courage growing with Thy conflicts high'r No palsied hands or trembling knees betray That Cause on which Thy Soule sure bottom'd lay So free and undisturbed flew thy Breath Not as condemn'd but purchasing a death Those early Martyrs in their funerall pile Embrac'd their Flames with such a quiet smile Brave Coeur-de-Lyon Soule that would'st not vaile In one base syllable to beg Thy Bayle How didst Thou blush to live at such a price As ask'd thy People for a sacrifice Th' Athenian Prince in such a pitch of zeale Redeem'd his destin'd Hoast and Common-weale Who brib'd his cheated Enemies to kill And both their Conquest and their Conqūerour fell Thus Thou our Martyr died'st but Oh! we stand A Ransome for another CHARLES his Hand One that will write Thy Chronicle in Red And dip His Pen in what Thy Foes have bled Shall Treas'nous Heads in purple Caldrons drench And with such veines the Flames of Kingdomes quench Then Thou at least at Westminster shal't be Fil'd in the Pompous List of Majestie Thy Mausoloeum shall in Glory rise And Teares and wonder force from Nephews Eyes Till when though black-mouth'd Miscreants engrave No Epitaph but Tyrant upon Thy Grave A Vault of Loyalty shall keep Thy Name An orient and bright Olibian flame On which when time succeeding foot shall tread Such Characters as these shall there be read Here CHARLES the best of Monarchs butcher'd lies The Glory of all Martyrologies Bulwarke of Law the Churches Cittadell In whom they triumph'd once with whom they fell An English Salomon a Constantine Pandect of Knowledge Humane and Divine Meeke ev'n to wonder yet of stoutest Grace To sweeten Majesty but not debase So whole made up of Clemencie the Throne And Mercy-seat to Him were alwaies one Inviting Treason with a pardoning looke Instead of Gratitude a Stab He tooke With passion lov'd that when He murd'red lay Heav'n conquered seem'd and Hell to bear the sway A Prince so richly good so blest a Reigne The World n're saw but once nor can againe Scilicet Humano generi Natura benigna Nil dedit aut tribuet moderato hoc Principe majus In quo vera Dei vivensque eluxit Imago Hunc quoniam scelerata cohors vi●lavit acerbas Sacrilego Deus ipse petet de Sanguine poenas Contemptumque sui Simulachri haud linquet inultum Parodia ex Buchanani Geneth Jacobi sexti FINIS Caligula Cynegirus Horatius Cocles Codrus