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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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