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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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.
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