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Caroli tou makaritou palingenesia.
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Pierce, Thomas, 1622-1691.
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him glitter like a Noon-day Sun Yet still his Soule wore sackcloth and liv'd Nun. (b) Evagr. l. 1. c. 13. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Simeon the Stylite in his Pillar pent Might live more strict but not more innocent So wise so just so good so great and all What is' t could set him higher but his fall When he caught up by a Celestiall Traine Began his second and more solid Raigne How to that Haven did this Pilot steer 'Twixt th' Independent and the Presbyter Plac'd in the confines of two shipwracks thus The Greeks are seated 'twixt the Turks and Us. Whom did Byzantium free Rome would condemn And free'd from Rome they are enslav'd by them So plac'd betwixt a Precipice and Wolfe There the Aegaean here the Venice gulfe What with the rising and the setting Sun By these th' are hated and by those undon Thus virtue's hemm'd with vices though either Solicite's her consent she yeilds to neither Nay thus our Saviour to enhance his griefe Was hung betwixt a Murderer and a Thiefe Now Charles as King and as a good King too Being Christs adopted selfe was both to doe And suffer like him both to live and die So much more humble as he was more high Then his owne Subjects He was thus to tread In the same footsteps and submit his Head To the same thornes when spit upon and beat To make his Conscience serve for his retreat And overcome by suffring To take up His Saviour's Crosse and pledge him in his Cup. Since then our Soveraigne by just account Liv'd o're our Saviours Sermon in the Mount And did all Christian Precepts so reduce That 's Life the Doctrine was his Death the Use Posterity will say he should have dy'd No other Death then by being Crucifi'd And their renowned'st Epocha will be Great Charles his Death next Christ's Nativity Thus Treason 's growne most Orthodox who since They said they 'd make him the most glorious Prince In all the Christian World 't is plaine this way They onely promis'd what they meant to pay For now besides that beatifick Vision Where all desire is lost into fruition The stones they hurled at him with intent To crush his fame have prov'd his monument Their Libel's his best Obeliske To have A fit Mausóle were to want a Grave His Scaffold like Mount Tabor will in story Become the proudest Theater of Glory Next to the blessed Crosse and thus 't is sense T' affirme him murder'd in his owne Defence For though all Hells Artillery and skill Combin'd together to besiege his Will And when their malice could not bring 't about To hurt God's Image they raz'd Adam's out Like men repuls'd whose Choler thinke's it witty To burne the Suburbs when they can't the City Howe're they storm'd his walls drain'd his blood Which moted round his Soule yet still he stood Defender of the Faith and that which He Found sweeter then revenge his Charity This then the utmost was their rage could doe It shew'd him King of his afflictions too Untempted virtue is but coldly good As she 's scarce chast that 's so but in cold blood To scorne base Quarter is the best escape As Lucrece dy'd the chaster for her rape These two did Charles his virtue most befriend His glorious hardships first and then his end Death we forgive thee and thy Bourreaux too Since what did seem thy rape prove's but his due For how could he be said to fall too soone Whose green was mellow whose dawn was noone Since Charles was onely by thy curteous knife Redeemd from this great injury of life To one so lasting that 't is truly said Not He but his mortality is dead To weep his Death 's the treason of our eyes Our Sun did onely set that he might rise But we doe mock not cheat our griefe and sit Only at best t' upbraid our selves in wit And want him learnedly such colours doe Disguise disasters not delude them too For though I must confesse a Poet can Fancy things better than another man He can but fancy 'um and all his paines Is but to fill his belly with his braines He may both Petrify'd and famish'd sit That weares his thoughts and onely dine 's on wit Were I a Polypus and could go on To be those very things I think upon I would not then complaine but since I know To call things thus is not to make them so Great Charles is slaine and say we what we will Yet we shall find judgements are judgements still For though 't is true that his now-immense Soule Doth hold commensuration with each Pole Though he doth shine a Star more fixt and bright Then where the yeare make 's but one day and night And least he fill the Zodiack doth appeare Not in the Eighth but Empyraean Sphere Yet we his Rise may our Descension call As Libra's mounting is poore Aries fall He was the onely Moses that could stand Betwixt the sinnes and judgments of the Land And what can we expect our Lot be'ng gon But that a Hell from Heav'n should tumble down On our more sinfull Sodom unlesse we Are damn'd yet worse to an impunity Kings are Gods once remov'd It hence appears No Court but Heav'ns can trie them by their Peers So that for Charles the Good to have been try'd And cast by mortall Votes was Deicide No Sin except the first hath ever past So black as this no Judgment but the last How does our Delos which so lately stood Unmov'd lie floating in her Pilot's blood And can we hope to Anchor who discerne Nought but the tempest ruling at the sterne Whil'st Pluto's Rival with his Saints by 's side Drawn by the Spirit of avarice and pride Being fairly placed in the Chaire of scorne Sits brewing Teares for Infants yet unborne Vast stocks of misery which his Guardian-rage Does husband for them till they come to age When future times shall look what Plagues befell Aegypt and Us by way of Parallel They 'l find at once presented to their view The Frogs and Lice and Independents too Only this signal difference will be knowne 'Twixt those Aegyptian judgments and our owne Those were God's Army 's but th' effect doth tell That these our Vermin are the Host of Hell Pausanias and Herostratus will looke Like Pygmy-Sinners writ in Times black-booke The Spanish Fleet and Powder-plot will lack Their usuall mentions in our Almanack Nay which is more (c) Socrat. l. 7. c. 10. hoc Alarichi responsum recitat 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Alaricus his name Will scarce be legible i' th' leaves of fame When Cromwell shall be read Nature was ne're So blessedly reform'd since Lucifer O for a Jeremy to lament our woe From whom such tragick Rhetorick might flow As would become our misery and dresse Our sorrows with a dreadfull gaudinesse For next those hovering judgements which the fall Of One so great so good makes Verticall And rushing down may only be withstood If Charles his prayers crie louder than his blood I say next that It is our second Crosse We can't grieve worthy of so great a Losse To weep upon this subject and weep sense Requires we should be borne ten Ages hence The greater are the hights an Artist's hand Designe 's to take the farther he must stand And as when Sol's in 's Zenith He imply's His dazling glory best that shuts his eyes So where the Theme's ineffable the way To speake it is (d) Herodot l. 3. Psammetichus ad Cambysem cùm Amicorū vicem lacrymis lugcret fuam verò silentio 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Not to know what to say THE END