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1Let none sigh more
for Lucas or for Lisle2,
2Seeing now the very soul of this
(At which trembling invades my soul)4is dead,
4And with our sacred sovereign spirit’s fled
5To Heaven, where, smiling, he looks down
these monsters5struggling for his crown,
7Whils’t his illustrious brows, adorned with glory,
finis6of their tragic story.
9How could they do it? Sure they were afraid,
10And therefore called in
Jews7into their aid,
their redeemer and their king8betrayed.
12O, horrid villains! Could they do this deed?
13To wound that heart for whom all should bleed?
Capel9, let it be thy glory,
15Though dead, to live in
16Take it not ill that we could scarce
17This kingdom’s loss in thee,
when full before13.
18Thy loss, heroic kinsman, wounded deep,
19Had we had power left to sigh or weep;
20Senseless we were of private desolation,
21Just like a flood after an
Nile doth proudly swell to lose her name15
involved16in the ocean’s fame;
Volga’s in the Caspian17tossed,
Nature’s great design in thee is lost18.
So Mercury surrounds the purest gold,19
And Phoebus’s beams doth Hermes’s light enfold,20
28Hiding his radiant
fulgor21from our sight;
29So is thy
splendency22outshined by light.
greatest soul23, grant; I presume
Not to add odors to thy choice perfume.24
32I only do it to illustrate forth,
34Heroic prince, now raised above their hate,
35Thou tramplest over death and adverse fate,
36And, as one fate
your bodies27did dissolve,
37So immortality shall both
as29our martyred king his spirit fled,
spouse of Christ30hung down her virgin head,
40And, sighing, said: “
My faith’s defender’s31dead.”
41Then trickling tears down on her trembling breast,
42She said, “Ay me! When shall I safely rest?”
a voice from Heaven32said: “Weep no more;
44Nor my heroic
45A second Charles shall all thy joys restore.”