CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI Regis, &c. tricesimo die Januarii, secunda hora Pomeridiana, Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII.
Ter Deno IanI Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroL Vs eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptroqVe SeCVre.
CHARLS! — ah forbeare, forbeare! lest Mortals prize
His Name too dearly; and Idolatrize,
His Name! Our Losse! Thrice cursed and forlorne
Be that Black Night, which usher'd in this Morne!
CHARLS our Dread-Soveraigne — hold! lest Out-law'd Sense
Bribe, and seduce tame Reason to dispense
With those Celestial Powers; and distrust
Heav'n can Beholde such Treason, and prove Just.
CHARLS our Dread-Soveraign's murther'd! — Tremble! and
View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land.
Court, Cittie, Countrie, nay three Kingdoms runne
To their last Stage, and Set with Him their Sunne.
CHARLS our Dread-Soveraign's murther'd at Hi
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Fell Feinds! dire Hydra's of a Stiff-neck't-State!
Strange Bodie-Politicke! whose Members spread,
And, Monster-like, swell bigger then their HEAD.
CHARLS of Great Britaine! Hee who was the knowne
King of three Realms, lie's murther'd in his Owne.
Hee! Hee! who liv'd, and Faith's Defender stood,
Die'd here to re-Baptize it in His Blood.
No more, no more. Fame's Trumpe shall Eccho all
The Rest in dreadful Thunder. Such a Fall
Great Christendome ne're Pattern'd; and 'twas strange
Earth's Center reel'd not at this dismal Change.
The Blow struck Britaine blinde; each well-set Limbe
By Dislocation was lop't off in HIM.
Though Shee yet live's, Shee live's but to condole
Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soule.
RELIGION put's on Black. Sad LOYALTIE
Blushe's and Mourn's to see bright-Majestie
Butcher'd by such Assassinates; nay both
Gainst GOD, 'gainst LAW, ALLEGIANCE, and their OATH.
Farewell sad Isle! Farewell! Thy fatal Glory
Is Summ'd Cast up▪ and Cancell'd in this Story.