1Let none sigh more

for Lucas or for Lisle2

,

2Seeing now the very soul of this

sad isle3

3

(At which trembling invades my soul)4

is dead,

4And with our sacred sovereign spirit’s fled

5To Heaven, where, smiling, he looks down

6And sees

these monsters5

struggling for his crown,

7Whils’t his illustrious brows, adorned with glory,

8Expects the

finis6

of their tragic story.

9How could they do it? Sure they were afraid,

10And therefore called in

Jews7

into their aid,

11Who

their redeemer and their king8

betrayed.

12O, horrid villains! Could they do this deed?

13To wound that heart for whom all should bleed?

14And noble

Capel9

, let it be thy glory,

15Though dead, to live in

his10

unparall’d11

story.

16Take it not ill that we could scarce

deplore12

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

inundation14

.

22Thus

Nile doth proudly swell to lose her name15

23And be

involved16

in the ocean’s fame;

24Thus stately

Volga’s in the Caspian17

tossed,

25And

Nature’s great design in thee is lost18

.

26

So Mercury surrounds the purest gold,19

27

And Phoebus’s beams doth Hermes’s light enfold,20

28Hiding his radiant

fulgor21

from our sight;

29So is thy

splendency22

outshined by light.

30Thy pardon,

greatest soul23

, grant; I presume

31

Not to add odors to thy choice perfume.24

32I only do it to illustrate forth,

33By

his25

great virtue,

thy26

transcendent worth.

34Heroic prince, now raised above their hate,

35Thou tramplest over death and adverse fate,

36And, as one fate

your bodies27

did dissolve,

37So immortality shall both

involve28

.

38Just

as29

our martyred king his spirit fled,

39The

spouse of Christ30

hung down her virgin head,

40And, sighing, said: “

My faith’s defender’s31

dead.”

41Then trickling tears down on her trembling breast,

42She said, “Ay me! When shall I safely rest?”

43At which

a voice from Heaven32

said: “Weep no more;

44Nor my heroic

champion’s33

death

deplore34

.

45A second Charles shall all thy joys restore.”