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King CHARLES the First.
Our Dread, & dearest Sov'raign Charles the First,The best of Men was murder'd by the worst.
At His own Gate, by His own Subjects too,
What more could Barbarous Moors and Scythians do?
False Scots, betray'd, and sold him, Loons that would
Betray again our Saviour Christ, for Gold.
Thus fell our Laws, and Liberties Assertor,
The Churches Champion, and the Peoples Martyr.
To prove him Wise, Just, Learned only look
Into his most incomparable Book:
Which shall his Name to latest time present,
When Brass and Marble need a Monument.
Poems by Matthew Stevenson | ||