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A86488	An elogie, and epitaph, consecrated to the ever sacred memory of that most illustrious, and incomparable monarch, Charles, by the grace of God, of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland, late King, &c. Together with an elogy and epitaph upon the truely lamented death of that excellent patterne of perfect magnanimity, virtue, valour, and loyalty, Arthur Lord Capell. With some streames of remembrance issued from the bloods of his noble fellow-sufferers, Duke Hamilton, and Henry Earle of Holland. / By F.H. Philomusus.	F. H.	1649 (1649)	Wing H25; Thomason E554_1; ESTC R2265	4,387	15

Off-spring be preserv'd From being butcher'd on our stage of strife More swift to urge our vengeance just deserv'd And whilst the woes of REGICIDES increase May thy blood be our Sacrifice of peace EPITAPH Reader here lies three Kingdomes Peace Their Honours plenty and increase Religion Learning Faith Law Grace Are all inshrin'd in this small place One accurs'd Instrument of wrath and woe Made three brave Kingdomes headlesse with a blow FINIS An ELOGIE and EPITAPH upon ARTHUR Lord CAPELL WRetched'st of Kingdomes late the world admir'd Thy glorious Lustre State magnificence Untill prepostrous ZEALE thy brambles fir'd Whose rage hath ruin'd all thy excellence Thus Heaven we see when Kingdomes but augment Their sinnes appeare or plenties doe increase And with choyce mercies their base lusts foment Can change th' abused benefits of peace Into continued judgements as Heaven woo'd Drownd's in a deluge of our noblest blood 2 Suffic'd it not your thirst ye hell-fir'd soules T' have drunke the dregs of wrath in your Kings gore But must ye quaffe damnations healths in bowles Of our Peeres blood t'intoxicate ye more Feed ye upon our poore like bread and will Nought surfet ye nor Prince nor peoples meanes Must Lords estates your Idoll panches fill Can Heaven designe 's no plagues but these extreames No no t is just that Tyranny and Hate Should feed on people ripened in debate 3 Me thinks it seemes a wonder ye should thirst After ye have drunke the Royall fountayne dry But oh that blood exasperates your curs't Insatiate drought whose rage will never die Whil'st streames of noble tincture flow in vaines Of chrystall t' out shine yours of Stygian hue Your soules though di'd with Regicidiall staines Must be redrench'd in blood of Worthies too And lest swift vengeance seize ye on lifes shore Yee 'l swim to hell ore seas of noble goare 4 But say ye ENGINEERS of TORMENT why Devise yee plagues to languish us to death Could yee not as * Cali gula ROMES TYRANT wish'd once tye Our vassal●d necks to one fierce stroake of death Though yee becharm'd us to believe our woe For chiefest good yet when we see ye teare The Limbs from the falne Cedar we must shew The world your falshoods in our trembling feare But vengeance will not spare that blaspemie Which makes Heaven seeme t' approve curst cruelty 5 Can neither cries of Widdows nor the teares Of tender Orphans not the dreadfull groanes Of three sad Kingdomes pierce your deafned eares Will ye not heare the Prisoners ruefull moanes The cries of blood have peirc't the Firmament And vengeance slumbereth not ye brands of ire TOPHET'S prepar'd of old not as ye meant For glorious CHARLES nor CAPELL but with fire Eternally to torture those that sell Kings and Peeres bloods to purchase Thrones in Hell 6 Readers perchance now ye expect to know Why we amaze the world with our exclaimes And whence those torrents of dire passions flow That these sad dirge-strains powerfully proclaimes Did not the flames of Zeale for our late losse Extract the quint'sence of all anxious teares That ruine quite transform'd our joyes to drosse And this our hopes to agravated feares Ruine said I no CHARLES and CAPELLS name Rests crown'd with glory but their Foes with shame 7 He whom we now lament earth equals not in him Valour and Fortitude feem'd both to place Their choise demensions in his every Limb Which his Zeale manag'd with HEROICK grace Prudence but usher'd his accomplishments And though blinde fortune him betray'd to th'hate Of a perfidious enemy 's in tents Proclaim'd him Victor in his captive state Who in his latest exigent of breath Conquer'd his murdters in outbraving death 8 Nor here expect our griefes should entertaine Their Worths Hamilton and Holland as th' honor'd losse we chiefely waile Though with their bloods th' have purified the staine Of their disloyalty true flesh is fraile Nor therefore shall black obloquy cloud or'e Their redeem'd Honours but joynt suffering shall Write their eternall glory with the goare That stream'd from CAPELL in 's HEROICK fall Religion King Lawes For one true Martyr in that * three fold cause May render three brave exits their applause 9 You whose afflicted soules doe merrit here True Crownes of Patience O remember how This constant president did still appeare Glorious in Tryals crown'd with glory now Let not base feare of Tyranny and Rage Betray your Honours to a lasting shame Their Tragick Tryumphs but their woes presage Which will increase as your eternall Fame Your blood 's so spilt most potently invoke Your Mercies whilst REVENGE prepares their stroake 10 Cease cease your mournings ye indulgent soules Give not occasion to those insolent To tryumph whilst your passions hope controules Teares now seeme stream'd from inward discontent At his eternall happinesse the Sunne Appears most radiant still before a showre But if your sorrowes in a full streame runne 'T may cloud his lustre and augment the power Of petulency deluge like t' o'reflow His honours Pillar in their flood of woe 11 Rest rest Renowned Martyr whilst we praise Gods power that in thy constancy appear'd Thy vertues thee a Pyramid shall raise Whil'st Tyrants of their shadowes are affeard Thou who hast sacrific'd thy well-spent life For God and King with them art crown'd in glory May thy blest Off-spring and thy fruitfull Wife Joy to contemplate on thy honour'd story And may thy blood or prove a drench to purge Thy Murderers mallice or their ruines urge EPITAPH Grace Valour Magnanimity Zeale Fortitude Faith Loyalty Chose this true HEROE here inshrin'd To be their Champion he whose minde Vanquish'd the power of Tyranny and rage Defying death upon 's owne tragicke Stage And though his Murderers on his suffrings fed They drunke their bane when 's innocency bled FINIS

Ad illum Per Hanc Ab Istac AN ELOGIE AND EPITAPH Consecrated to the ever Sacred Memory of that most ILLUSTRIOUS and Incomparable MONARCH CHARLES By the Grace of God of England Scotland France and Ireland late King c. Together with an Elogy and Epitaph upon the truely lamented death of that Excellent patterne of perfect Magnanimity Virtue Valour and Loyalty Arthur Lord Capell With some streames of remembrance issued from the bloods of his Noble Fellow-sufferers Duke Hamilton and Henry Earle of Holland By F. H. Philomusus Printed in the Yeare 1649. An Elogie and Epitaph c. 1 HOwle howle distracted Kingdome let thy cryes Like Dragons roarings terrifie the earth Amaze the Heavens fright Hell and darke the skyes For now thy throwes have issued a cursed birth Let the Sun blush and all the trembling starres Refraine bespangling of their moving Spheares Untill they see the termine of our jarres Let this of all be deleated from yeeres Lest in 't the guilt of King-shed sacred bloud Increase t' a torrent period in a floud 2 O could we see the depth of our distresse With Linxceys eyes it would torment our soules All Rhetorique's dumbe our anguish to expresse Horror our mourning feare our teares controules Th'imminent judgements and impetuous stormes Hov'ring in vengeance ore our hardned Nation Makes zeale for woe rave in preposterous formes And stretch our heart-strings on the Racke of passion Whil'st bleeding soules in stead of dropping eyes Bedewes the foot-steps to our miseries 3 Rent rent your hearts your garments are defil'd Ye trayterous Nation with your deare Kings bloud Whil'st th'hopefull branches of his root exil'd Adds a full sea to our afflictions floud Ye have betray'd a gratious King to death Ye murtherous varlets by your base revolt From th' Diadem to th' dunghill could the breath That nine yeares since his glory did exalt Unto the Heavens with cursed yealps now cry Give us these Barrabbesses let our Soveraigne die 4 Busiris like ye murderers did ye dreame Heaven would raine peace f●● this strange Sacrifice Ye should have let your owne ours'd bloods to streame And quench'd the flame of all our miseries But he in Lamb-like sufferings hath wrought More then Herculian conquest o're your rage Though with the deare price of his blood y' have bought England th' Aceldama your dreadfull stage Whereon y'have acted such a Tragedy Nero had wept had he but liv'd to see 5 Had he by Schythians or a ruder hand Been ravish'd from us to his Crowne of glory Reason might o're our passions claime command Because their natures yielde their acts a story But for a Tribe of Hypocrites to lurke Under the wings of Zeale and Reformation Till they had finish'd Satans master-worke And ruin'd all the Bulworks of our Nation Thus making God whose Soule abhorres all evills Seeme to command those acts proclaime them Divells 6 Trembled yee not yee Furies for to see When yee conven'd such reverence in his face Such high deportment sacred Majesty Such radiant Luster and such awefull Grace No no thriving Rebellion's mov'd no more With such transfixions then a flint with teares But their desire to wallow in his goare Have proved them such nor God nor Devill feares But in contempt of both have challeng'd all The powers of VENGEANCE on their heads to fall 7 Yee viperous broode who with your subtill teeth Unseene have gnawne through th'bowels of our State Thinke yee REVENGE with REGICIDE agreeth Or Kingdome ruines can shake hands with hate Thinke yee the extirpation of a Race Divinely Royall can establish Peace Or seat rude Traytors in our Princes place Or blood can fill our garners with increase No no VENGEANCE but writes in these red letters How much to Hell and torment ye are debters 8 But Reader lest our sorrows and exclaims Should seeme for one whose graces are forgot Because Rebellion tooke such tedious pains His spotlesse soule with hellish guilt to blot Though language faulter and our Contemplation Reach but the Idea of his blest perfection Yet let our groans disburthen's of some passion Communicating Mourners Sans exception May clap a plaudit to th' eternall Fame Of him whose exit seal'd our lasting shame 9 Would yee have Heaven in a choice Cabinet Treasure her richest graces up in store For a selected people to be set In th' Arke of their affections he was more For the continued fire of Divine ZEALE For his Redeemers glory did inflame The darkest angles of our Common-weale He was a burning Light whose shining Fame Made ENGLAND seeme once as she had conspir'd With radiant truth the world t' have wholly fir'd 10 RELIGION was enhaunc'd to such a price In his esteeme 't seem'd as Devotion had Been onely moulded by his exercise To make the ZEALOUS-HEARTED truly glad Nor onely in a Cell his piety Gave life to th' hou●es of his well spent dayes But in the Temple of the Diety He oft proclaimed his Creatours praise So fervent in of prayer so rich a prizer As earth had had no other Sacrificer 11 Have ye observ'd the curling Maine to treasure Each Rivers Off-spring in her spacious wombe Rendring to every Fountaine her just measure Making her selfe againe their tributes tombe So did this Sea of wisedome still receive Th'issuing Rivolets of ingenious store Nor did he by retention thus bereave Them of their wealth but rendred foure fold more To each small Spring that stream'd pure waters forth Yet still reserv'd's owne inexhaustine worth 12 The Arts in him conspired to erect A lasting fabrick to eternity Whose concave did containe the true effect Of the most absolute ACADEMIE Had ye observ'd this Mirour did present The Sciences in an EPITOMIE Or rather't seem'd they had beene onely sent From him to borrow light and dignity Each Science serving but t' attend and doe Those Acts that his perfection prompt them to 13 So highly Gods pure worship did he tender That in his latest exigent of breath He prov'd himselfe our saving faiths Defender By signing with his blood 'ts reprieve from death Still David-like in valour he appear'd And in his troubles Job and David too For Patient Magnanimity y' have heard Were perfect patterns of his tedious woe Who SAMPSON like drownd in his last spilt goare Thousands of soules that laugh'd at 's greefe before 14 Now snarle accursed ENVIE let thy gall Burst with thy Venome for this object will Rebound thy blunt aspertions like a wall Of Adamant thy meager soule to kill And when the Armies of our Nation shall Disclaime to treasure with his glory our shame His glories tryumph in our fatall fall T' eternity shall still preserve his Fame For death hath murder'd in this cruel stroke Three Kingdomes Honours and their Basis broke 15 Rest sacred Mattyr whose blest Temples are Crown'd with the glory of thy SAVIOURS merit And let these Traytors for thy Scepter jarre Whilst thou a heavenly Kingdome do'st inherit And though we languish in a dying life Yet may thy Royal