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Suspirium Regale:
OR A Royal Sigh of King CHARLES the First, On His Arreignment.
Eccle. 8. 4.
Where the Word of a King is there is Power, and who may say unto him what dost thou?
Chap. 10. Vers. 20.
Curse not the King, no not in thy Thought, &c.
Job. 34. 18.
Is it fit to say to a King, thou art Wicked? and to Princes, ye are Ungodly?
Betray'd
by Tumults, to a Bloody War!
And now Arreign'd at black Rebellion's Ear!
Where Lawless Law-pretending Traytors plead,
Religiously, both for my Crown, and Head.
Yet they to me the Priviledge deny,
To speak one Word, my self to justify.
Is England's King become a home-born Slave?
Both Life, and Liberty, to Beg, and Crave
From those Blood-sucking Rebels, who proceeds
From open Traytors, unto Regicides.
Is this the fate of Kings? what then must be
The just revenge of those who murther me?
If Reason, Law, Religion, this allow
To me their King, what dare injustice do
To these few Loyal Subjects, who have stood
With me in Tumults, to the Knees in Blood.
Unhappy Nation thrice! that dost not know
This Visitation day, and dismal blow.
And now Arreign'd at black Rebellion's Ear!
Where Lawless Law-pretending Traytors plead,
Religiously, both for my Crown, and Head.
Yet they to me the Priviledge deny,
To speak one Word, my self to justify.
Is England's King become a home-born Slave?
Both Life, and Liberty, to Beg, and Crave
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From open Traytors, unto Regicides.
Is this the fate of Kings? what then must be
The just revenge of those who murther me?
If Reason, Law, Religion, this allow
To me their King, what dare injustice do
To these few Loyal Subjects, who have stood
With me in Tumults, to the Knees in Blood.
Unhappy Nation thrice! that dost not know
This Visitation day, and dismal blow.
Yet in my rigid Fate, I'll Kiss the Rod;
Submitting all (in Patience) to my God,
Without who's Providence, there is not found
A Lark, or Sparrow, falling to the ground.
Submitting all (in Patience) to my God,
Without who's Providence, there is not found
A Lark, or Sparrow, falling to the ground.
Then (since all beings bow at thy Command)
Take Head, and Heart, and Crown, into thine Hand.
Since thou my Friends removed hast from me,
My Counsellor, Lord, and my Safe-guard be.
If thou thy Power, and Presence me bequeath;
I shall be more than Conqueror in death.
Though Faith be flown, and Truth hath taken wings;
Let me prove Faithful, to the KING of KINGS.
Take Head, and Heart, and Crown, into thine Hand.
Since thou my Friends removed hast from me,
My Counsellor, Lord, and my Safe-guard be.
If thou thy Power, and Presence me bequeath;
I shall be more than Conqueror in death.
Though Faith be flown, and Truth hath taken wings;
Let me prove Faithful, to the KING of KINGS.
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