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An EPITAPH upon KING CHARLES.
SO falls that stately Cedar; while it stood
That was the onely glory of the Wood;
Great CHARLES, thou earthly God, celestial Man,
Whose life, like others, though it were a span;
Yet in that span was comprehended more
Than Earth hath waters, or the Ocean shore:
Thy heavenly virtues Angels should rehearse,
It is a the am too high for humane Verse:
He that would know thee right, then let him look
Ʋpon thy rare incomparable Book,
And read it o're and o're: which if he do,
Hee'l find thee King, and Priest, and Prophet too;
And sadly see our loss, and, though in vain,
With fruitless wishes call thee back again:
Nor shall oblivion sit upon thy Herse,
Though there were neither Monument, nor Verse.
Thy Suff'rings and thy Death let no man name,
It was thy Glory, but the Kingdoms Shame.