Monumentum Regale or a tombe, erected for that incomparable and glorious monarch, Charles the First, King of Great Britane, France and Ireland, &c. In select elegies, epitaphs, and poems.

CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI Regis, &c. tricessimo die Januarii, secunda hora Pomeridiana, Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII.

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CHARLES!—ah forbear, forbear! lest Mortals prize His name too dearly; and Idolatrize. His Name! Our Losse! Thrice cursed and forlorn Be that Black Night, which usher'd in this Morn.

CHARLES our Dread-Soveraign!—hold! lest Out-law'd Sense Bribe, and seduce tame Reason to dispense With those Celestial Powers; and distrust Heav'n can Behold such Treason, and prove Just.

CHARLES our Dread-Sveraign's murther'd!—Tremble! and View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land, Court, Citty, Country, nay three Kingdoms run To their last stage, and Set with Him their Sun.

CHARLES our Dread-Soveraign's murther'd at His Gate! Fell Feinds! dire Hydra's of a Stiff-neck't-State! Strange Body-Politick! whose Members spread, And, Monster-like, swell bigger then their HEAD.

CHARLES of Great Britain! Hee! who was the known King of three Realms, lie's murther'd in his Own. Hee! Hee! who liv'd, and Faith's Defender stood, Die'd here to re-Baptize it in His Blood.

No more, no more. Fame's Trumpe shall Eccho all The Rest in dreadfull Thunder. Such a Fall Great Christendomene're Pattern'd; and 'twas strange Earth's Center reel'd not as this dismal Change.

The Blow struck Britain blind, each well-set Limbe By Dislocation was lop't off in HIM. And though Shee yet live's, Shee live's but to condole Three Bleeding Bodies left without a Soul.

RELIGION put's on Black. Sad LOYALTY Bulshe's and Mourn's to see bright-Majesty Butcher'd by such Assassinates; nay both 'Gainst GOD, 'gainst LAW, ALLEGIANCE, and their OATH.

Farewell sad Isle! Farewell! Thy fatal Glory Is Summ'd, Cast up, and Cancell'd in this Story.