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A79960	Monumentum Regale or a tombe, erected for that incomparable and glorious monarch, Charles the First, King of Great Britane, France and Ireland, &c. In select elegies, epitaphs, and poems.	Cleveland, John, 1613-1658.	1649 (1649)	Wing C4681; Thomason E1217_5; ESTC R208852	19,792	48

a Perpendicular The Thread His Wisdome was Humility the Lead By which he measur'd Men and Things took aim At actions crooked and at actions plain He and all from him into Cubes did fall And yet as perfect as the Circle all 'T was He took Nature's Bredth Depth and Hight Knew the just difference 'twixt Wrong and Right He saw the points of things could justly hit What must be done what may what 's just what fit As if like Moses he had had resort Unto Gods Councell ere he was of 's Court. Hence his Religion was his choice not Fate Rul'd by Gods Word not Interest of State Others may thank their stars He his inquest Who sounding all sides anchor'd in the best His Crown contain'd a Miter He did twist Moses and Aaron King and Casuist When the Mahumetan or Pope shall look On his Soul's best Interpreter his Book His Book his Life his Death will henceforth be The Church of England's best Apologie Thus Dove and Serpent kiss'd as if they meant To render him as wise so innocent His own good Genius knew not whether were His Heart more single or his Head more clear Virtue was his Prerogative and thus Charles rul'd the King before the King rul'd Vs He knew that to command his onely way Was first to teach his Passions to obey And his incessant waiting on God's Throne Gave him such meek reflections on his own That being forc't to censure he exprest A Judges Office with a Mothers breast And when some sturdie violence began T'unsheath his sword unwilling to be drawn He but destroy'd and so soft mercy can The malefactor to preserve the Man Even Hell 's blind Journey-men those Sons of Night Who look on scarlet murder and think 't white Unwillingly confess'd The onely thing Which made him guiltie was That He was King He was Incarnate Justice and 't is said Astraea liv'd in him yet dy'd a Maid We want an Emblem for him Phoebus must Stand still in Libra to speak Charles the Just And yet though he were such that nothing lesse Then Virtue 's mean stretcht to a just Excesse Flew from his Soul He like the Sun was known To see all excellence except his own His Modesty was such that All which He ' Ere spake or thought os's self was Calumny But yet so mixt with state that one might see It made him not lesse Kingly but more free He was not like those Princes whot ' expresse A learned surfeit a sublime excesse Send to dispeople all the Sea of Fish Depopulate the Aire to make one dish Such skilfull ' luxuries as onely serve To make their minds more plentifully sterve Whatever Dainties fill'd his Board by chance His onely constant Dish was a Evagr. l. 1. c. 21. de Monachis quibusdam 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Temperance His Virtue did so limit him his Court Implied his Cloyster and his very sport Was Self-deniall Nay though he were seen So roab'd in purple and so macht t' a Queen As made him glitter like a Noon-day Sun Yet still his Soul 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 fal When he caught up by a Celestiall Train Began his second and more solid Raign How to that Heaven 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 Vs Whom did By zantium free Rome would condemn And freed from Rome they are enslaved by them So plac'd betwixt a Precipice and Wolf There the Aegaean here the Venice gulf What with the rising and the setting Sun By these th' are hated and by those undon Thus virtues hemm'd with vices and though either Solicites her consent she yields to neither Nay thus our Saviour to enhance his grief Was hung betwixt a Murderer and a Thief Now Charles as King and as a good King too Being Christs adopted self was both to do And suffer like him both to live and die So much more humble as he was more high Then his own Subjects He was thus to tread In the same footsteps and submit his Head To the same thorns when spit upon and beat To make his Conscience serve for his retreat And overcome by suffering To take up His Saviours Crosse and pledge him in his Cup. Since then our Soveraign 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 renownedst Epocha will be Great Charles his Death next Christ's Nativity Thus Treason 's grown most Orthodox who since They said they 'd make him the most glorious Prince In all the Christian World 't is plain this way They onely promis'd what they meant to pay For now besides that beatisick 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 Libels 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' affirm him murder'd in his own 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 think 's it witty To burn the Suburbs when they can't the City Howe're they storm'd his walls and draind his blood Which moted round his Soul 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 do It shew'd him King of his afflictions too Vntempted Virtue is but coldly good As she 's scarce chaste that 's so but in cold blood To scorn 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 proves but his due For how could he be said to fall too soon Whose green was mellow whose dawn was noon 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 do mock not cheat our grief and sit Onely at best t' upbraid our selves in wit And want him learnedly such colours do Disguise disasters not delude

Carthage hath And Scotch more slippery proves then Punick Faith When they can trade their King and beat a price For 's Bloud to ingrain their crimson Avarice Whilst we un-king His Fame dethrone's repute Word our artillery and libells shoot Shift His restraints and bound him with new hedge Not for enlargement but fresh pawn and pledge To now prevailing Gaol snare Him with Shapes Of neerer ills to prompt him to escapes So the close practis'd foulers treacherous gin Already seiz'd of prey the lost bird in Yet hath attendant dogs whose disciplin'd throat And busie roavings aid their threatning note Till th' feather'd pris'ner scar'd with mixt mishap Un-skill'd i' th' guil of the industrious trap Struggles and flings with unsuccessefull coyl Till motion weaves inevitable toyl When varied bondages some beames afford To checker plots dissembling some accord Which though smooth-phras'd rough sense doth still controul T' un-crown his head or else un-king His soul When all of Meniall trust whose cares expence Hearty with long experienc'd confidence Pay'd diligent homage to his justest will Must see their desolate ranks and courses fill By rough unpractis'd home-spun Colonies Of Russet Courtiers and instructed spies VVhose treacherous attendance and slie drift Makes all their servi●e but Officious shrift VVhen the pure Altars sacred sons must flee His reverent approach when single He Must both His Priest and Congregation stand Or some rash Korahs foul unhallowed hand Corrupt His virgin gums and raise a smoak Not to appease His deity but choak VVhen the revolted C●ssocks plum their darts VVith crooked Sophistry's perverted arts To reason down His faith with studied pow'r And drown His soul in that confederate show'r To heighten these when some whose nobler name In His declining Banner arms their fame VVhom yet ignoble envy bent awry Or Faint Devotion cool'd to Indifferencie Conspir'd the Churches battery His weights Took ballance from her cause not from their hates He pois'd thin calumny by ponderous good Her sole and yet unconquer'd champion stood VVhen warmer onsets like the searching ploughs More fertile wounds on natures yielding brows VVere not the scar but tillage of his heart Cares thriving husbandry and fruitfull smart VVhere what was sown a Crosse sprung upon a sheaf And Virtue Harvest though the Furrow grief His glorious own Record gave this presage VVhich next to hallowed writ and sacred page Shall busie pious wonder and abide To Christian pilgrimage the second guid VVhich reconciles till now the eternall hates 'Twixt simple piety and fraudulent States Shews how all Michiavell in Solomon lies And Cunning makes men wilely but not wise Bottomes a stable Throne whose secure chance Shall steady sit or in her fall advance When gastly Death 's astonishing Arrest In all her terrors and grim wardrobe drest From a green Treaty nipt ere fully blown And soft amusements of a restored throne He meets with cheerfull combat and arm'd breath A vigorous Resignation not a Death When His unlimited forgivenesse flies High as His Blood 's shrill voice and towring cryes Not spun in scanty half denying prayers But Legacie obliging to His Heirs CAROLI 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I Come but come with trembling lest I prove Th' unequall Greete of Semele and Jove As She was too obscure and He too bright My Theam's too heavy and my Pen too light And whilst like Midas I presume to sit In wise Apollo's Chair without HIS wit Is it not just t' expect that He who dares Higher then Midas should wear longer Eares May I not fear Patroclus Fate and feel The dangerous honour of Achilles steel Just like that busie Elf whose vent'rous Pride Found none but Titan Titan's Coach could guide Why Hee 'l not stand in Verse Can I enclose Him whom the greatest Libertie of Prose Wants room to hold And whose unweildy Name Is big enough to fill the Trump of Fame An Individuall species like the Sun At once a Multitude and yet but One One of such vast Importance that He fell The Festivall of Heav'n and England's Hell One who for Eminence was these two things * De Catone vetus dictum Ultimus Romanorum Primus Hominum The last of Christians and the first of Kings One so diffusive that he liv'd to all And One that dy'd the whole world's Funeral For Charles being thus dismounted and the Swain High shoo'd Bootes leapt into the Wain Is not old Beldame Nature truly said T' advance her Heeles and stand upon her Head Does not the Judge and Law too for a need The Stirrop hold whilst Treason mounts the Steed Is not Gods Word and 's Providence besides Us'd as a Laquy whilst th' white Devil rides Sure all things thus into Confusion hurld Make though an universe yet not a World And so our Soveraign's like our Saviours Passion Becomes a kind of Doomsday to the Nation If Dead men did not walk 't would be admir'd The Breath of all our Nostrils thus expir'd What 't is that gives us motion And can I Who want my self write Him an Elegie Though Virgil turnd Evangelist and wrote Not from his Tripod but Gods Altar taught Though all the Poets of the Age should sit In Inquest of Invention and club wit To make words Epigrams should they combine To crowd whole stock of Fancie in each line Sell the Fee-simple to advance one summe As Eglis spake but once and then liv'd dumb 'T were all as inarticulate and weak As when those men make signes that cannot speak But where the Theme confounds us * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Longin 't is a sort Of glorious Merit proudly to fall short Despair sometimes gives courage any one May lisp him out who can be spoke by none None but a King No King unlesse He be As Wise as Just as Good as Great as He. When Late Posterity shall run t' advise With Times impartiall Register how Wise This Great-one was they 'l find it there inroll'd That He was ne'r in 's Nonage but born old View hm whilst Prince of Wales and it appears His wisdome did so antedate his years That He was Ful i' th' Bud and 's Soul divine Nestor might be Great Grandfather to thine View him agen where he so ripe was grown As not to rise but drop into a Throne How did those rayes of Majestie which were Scatter'd in other Kings concenter here As if h 'ad got King Sapors sphere and prov'd How each Intelligence his Orbe had mov'd Wise Charles like them sate steering at two Helmes King of himself but Father of his Realms And just as if old Trismegistus Cup Had by his thirsty Soul been all drunk up His understanding did begirt this All As t' were Ecliptick or Meridionall Supp●se a Dyet of all Christian Kings And Bish●ps too conven'd to weigh the things Of Church and State Nay adde Inferiour men Those of the Sword the pensil and the pen. From th' Scepter to the Sheep-hook Charles in all Must have been Vmpire Oecumenicall He liv'd