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A84142	An elegie and epitaph on that glorious saint, and blessed martyr, King Charles I. The best of kings since Christ, but murther'd by the worst of men since the creation. Written a day or two after his martyrdom ... Now published to shew the world the unparallel'd patience and piety of the dead murther'd King; and the matchlesse impudence and impiety of his past and present living murtherers. For the suspition of which, and many other things, the author lay almost two years in the gate-house, defying all the insolent and illagal usurpation, and power at Westminster and White-Hall. Saying alwayes ... God bless King Charles the Second.		1661 (1661)	Wing E343; Thomason E1057_3; ESTC R208039	4,211	15

Judasses appear At once to sell and share their Master he Out-strips them yet in his last obsequie And hangs himself for sorrow these are bent To hang themselves before they will repent Such is their bloudy hardness cursed Cain Stand still and let these Vagabonds obtain Thy stragling punishment 't is theirs the rather Being lesse to kill a Brother than a Father Here is no Holmby to restrain or fright Thy power or peace no Sea-bound Isle of Wight To limit thee no Carisbrook no Hurst No Whaley Hammond Ewer and which is worst No high forg'd Court of falshood that dares try Affront adjudge their Soveraign Lord to dye Against all honour wisdom law or right The Magna Charta of the meanest wight Unheard or unaccus'd by any tongue But what from their own setting malice sprung And after all these deeds of darknesse done To execute him in the open Sun An action without boldnesse I may dare Place next the Jews to Christ though not compare And yet the Jews were better in one thing These call'd Charles Tyrant and they Christ a King And I may say his suffering set aside None e're less King-like or more Christ-like died To see a Monarch of three Kingdoms stand At his own Gate and in his chiefest land Mounted in spite upon a common throne Of shame and treason by himself alone Forsaken of his Nobles Subjects all But Rebells by whose power he is to fall A Martyr for Religion and to die Redeemer of the peoples libertie From popular inslavement his bare head bow'd to the Heads-mans hand to strike him dead Yet all this while neither in word or deed Oppose the traitrous axe but mildly bleed Instructing first with a Majestick grace His gracelesse guard that gaz'd him in the face Undutifully cover'd praying too And pard'ning those that God can hardly do His absent present murtherers who boast A sin next that against the Holy Ghost Malitious ' gainst the light of truth who can Believe it and all this as meerly man The earth that at Christs passion shook before Stood now stone-still as being amaz'd the more The graves that open'd at that horrid sight Were husht at this as in a greater fright The veyl rent then with us was long before Temple Priests Tables all in peices tore Hell that but howl'd now wept and laught the devil Came sad and glad at once to see this evil And good together mixt whereby his Crown Was so at once exalted and cast down Each circumstance and accident to paint Would make a Saint an Atheist Atheist Saint And I to draw this white and black beside Must have an Angel's wing a Divel's hide And therefore being set bright Charles and we Left here not thine but our own Elegie Dark clowded Cavaliers who hourly look To find our names writ in thy sanguine book By thy example let us learn to dye As formerly to live in piety Practise thy gifts that we as well may be The subjects of thy graces as of thee Mild merciful in death and Martyrs fall All we for thee as thou hast done for all That Charles and Cavalier within this Land For Saint and Martyr may hereafter stand And may thy Son the glory of his Age And hopeful stop and scourge of Rebels rage King Charles the second first to all beside But thee whom English Jews have crucisied Great in good subjects and a vertuous name Be only Charles the lesse in martyr'd fame An Epitaph On that unparallel'd Prince King CHARLS the First the Sacred and Royal Church and State-Martyr of England to his own glory and the eternal shame of his three Kingdoms and all Christian Princes beside patiently yet publickly beheaded at his chief Court-gate White-Hall January the 30. 1648. STand off Rebellion let no traitrous eye Presume to glance on Martyr'd Majesty Duty and love approach yet draw not neer Without a drooping heart a dropping tear No Age did ever any place intrust With such sad sacred royall dangerous dust So threatning and portentous it may make The present tremble future Ages quake Here sever'd lies joind Britain's Charles the First Best King since Christ but butcher'd by the worst Of men since the Creation a packt crew Of Devils that make the crucifying Jew A Circumcising Angell and advance Known malice above bloody ignorance Such feinds 't were sin in Christians to be wav'd To think they were created can be sav'd Whose Sun-burnt actions and black midnight works White hells Saint Atheists deifie the Turks Not God's sent executioners and rod But executioners themselves of God As high as they could reach for here lies dead God in his earthly Image murthered A looking glasse for Christian Kings to see Their downfall in beheaded Monarchy And Christianity in it's full raie Of Majesty benighted at noon-day As if the great and good of all the world In Charles his sett were to a Chaos hurld But God to vindicate the clowded flame Of his slain Second hath so starr'd his name Black Treason needs this blazing truth must tell Had he till Dooms-day stood h 'ad sooner fell FINIS

AN ELEGIE AND EPITAPH On that glorious Saint and blessed Martyr King Charles I. The best of Kings since Christ but murther'd by the worst of men since the Creation Written a day or two after his Martyrdom and occasioned by an Arbitrary and Tyrannous Proclamation that made it Treason for any man to speak or write against the barbarous Murther Now published to shew the World the unparallel'd Patience and Piety of the dead Murther'd King and the matchlesse impudence and impiety of his past and present living Murtherers For the suspition of which and many other things the Author lay almost two years in the Gate-house defying all the insolent and illagal Usurpation and power at Westminster and White-Hall Saying alwayes then and ever since and ever will God bless King CHARLES the Second London Printed for J. Williams at the Crown in St. Paul's Church-yard 1661. An Elegie on that glorious Saint and blessed Martyr KING CHARLES the First the best of Kings since Christ but murther'd by the worst of men since the Creation NOt speak not write I 'le sooner pray to Hell Preach against Heaven the Almighty tell That Cromwel Ireton Peters those damn'd three He-Furies Earth's inhumane Trinitie Hell's Cerberus shall be my Saviour set My faith on this new Triple Mahomet Change Greek and Hebrew for th' Arabick work And from a Christian Cavalier turn Turk Not speak not write Comets shall sooner be Took to stop bloody-fluxt impietie And a full draught from Hell of liquid heat A cooling julip to the flaming meat Not speak not write the many headed Snake Hydra as many Christian Kings shall make And all the Christian Monarchs make at best Single or joyn'd a many-headed Beast Can any pen or tongue be dumb when guilt Cries out so loud such innocent blood is spilt No it were silent blasphemy and nigh To a conceal'd Christian Apostacy And we might justly fear against us all The fatal hand-writing upon the Wall Not speak nor write hell 's lower house as soon May vote salvation to us and the boon Be sign'd above and I as eas'ly fear Destruction as a Proclamation here Hence halters to those hell-hounds that proclaim Bad good truth treason in the Devil's name Shall Bradshaw Steel and Cook controul and rant Like Minos Aeacus and Rhadamant Shall a whole Legion of packt fiends contrive To murther God-like Charles and I connive No Were I dumb like Atys Cresus son I must cry out when such a deed is done And speak and write in strains as big and high If possible as all their villany Out-voice the Thunder when 't is lowdly sent The wicked for a fright and punishment Silence hell's howles and faithlesse search to find Murtherers there of such a bloudy kind Catiline Sylla Marius those old three Three Children in the fiery furnace be Compar'd to these the Roman Senat 's hate To Cesar but an honorable fate Ravilliac's hand imbrewd in milk the ill By Faux intended a meer pecca-dill The age and acts of that mad Parliament Henry the third's a holy time of Lent And pious works the Divell himself may passe For a past present and a future Asse Wise Solomon was out if he did summ Prophetically up what was to come In his old saw for I dare boldly say There 's something new under the Sun to day And the more new because it did not soon Fright to a mid-night darknes mid-day noon Threaten the World with Doomsday each globe Hang round for it with a sad fun'rall robe But caus'd Heavens searcher pry with brighter light As having never seen so black a sight A sight at which all ages past to come Out of Religion must for shame be dumb Only this present bold Atheistick tell What makes one ignorant one Infidell Yet they who dare but speak it now may fear Convulsions we contusions but to hear I tremble when Gods vengeance shall begin What shoals of souls must expiate this sin The British name and Nation must not die Alone but all the Princes far and nigh That suffer'd it King Charles his bloody head The hairy Comet that portends them dead France Spain Pole Denmark all ye royal Clowns Self-Traytors Sons of Coridons not Crowns Look to it well destruction's at your door This bloody Star was never seen before The World must be beheaded common Fate Headsman to introduce a common State And Nero-like all Monarchs here below By the base people suffer at one blow And may it come to passe and worse may earth And Heaven mix strongly in a monstrous birth Of strange unheard confusion the fixt stars Dropt to the centre set the Poles at jars The Signes Coelestial trace the Earth the Seas Turn Skies and Angels mans Antipodes Since Charles is gone that modern Princely frame Of Ancient Virtue and what e're bears name Of pious peaceable religious wise Just learned patient 's taken from our eyes Heaven's Darling dead alive earth's chief delight To man let nothing seem in either right Only his spirit which now can purely see Behold in order all things as they be More bright by his eclipse and set adorn'd With a Coelestial Crown for one was thorn'd Now th' art a great and glorious King indeed Above the Pater-noster or the Creed Of thy packt perjur'd Parliament who swore And jugled in themselves thee out of door Here is no need a Parliament to call No uproars tumults about this Whitehall The common-people Saints and Angels here Cry not for justice but are void of fear And jealousies no Bomkins pens are pointed With sharp petitions against God's Annointed Here are no Members five that plot and plea Against the known Laws nor will ever be No City-guard for subtile guilty fear The Cittizens are wise and honest here Here 's no Rebellion under a pretence Of evill Council and a just defence No Presbyters or Independents be To preach it up here 's onely Hierarchy And Monarchy where God as King controuls And Christ as the Arch-Bishop of the souls Here is no driving hence or forced flight No battell at Edge-hill or Naseby fight No running to the Scots and then be sold By his false covetous Natives back for gold To the bloud-thirsty English an old crew Of Christian Savages beyond the new Heathenish Americans and deeper dy'd In royal goar than all the world beside Only the Scot excepted to whose shame King-killer is a convertible name False stubborn form and matter Judas can Say he was not so much Christ's Countryman Nor bound to such obedience by the tie Of subject or the Law of Soveraignty Besides that Christ could not so well be stil'd The Father of his Country he his child Nay boldly more in his defence he got Not the tyth-penny of the greedy Scot. But Judas there is out and adds a lye Unto his avarice and treachery For he was onely one and in earth's round There could not be another Judas found To join and share the sum with him but here Did twenty thousand