Regale Lectum Miseriae: or, a Kingly bed of Miserie In which is contained, a dreame: with An Elegie upon the Martyrdome of Charls, late King of England, of blessed Memory: and Another upon the Right Honourable The Lord Capel. With A curse against the Enemies of Peace, and the Authors Farewell to England. By John Quarles |
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AN EPITAPH
Upon
Caines, having kill'd their Abel, lay'd
Him underneath, whom they betray'd
And forc'd to death (Kinde Reader) know
Religion was his overthrow.
Lament, lament, this fatall losse,
England never had a Crosse
So great as this; Let every eye
Him underneath, whom they betray'd
And forc'd to death (Kinde Reader) know
Religion was his overthrow.
Lament, lament, this fatall losse,
England never had a Crosse
So great as this; Let every eye
Keep teares to weep his Elegie.
I may presume to say, a Tombe
Never had a richer wombe.
Goe not till your sorrows have
I may presume to say, a Tombe
Never had a richer wombe.
Goe not till your sorrows have
Offer'd teares unto his grave;
Faile not to spend some reall groanes,
Faile not to spend some reall groanes,
Except your hearts are turn'd to stones.
Now methinkes his ashes cryes
Guiltlesse blood's a Sacrifice,
London lately lost her heart,
And is sick in every part,
Nothing could appease but blood,
Death took her King, and left a flood.
Now methinkes his ashes cryes
Guiltlesse blood's a Sacrifice,
London lately lost her heart,
And is sick in every part,
Nothing could appease but blood,
Death took her King, and left a flood.
FINIS.
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