a masking modell with Hangmen, borsemen, disguizes, vizards, and
axes, instead of precious Ermins to attire him in black, and sable
vestments, presenting him to the view of His Subjects as a Capitize,
Cative, a Regall Trophee of their Vindictive glory, the Torquie
of their triumph, and the reward of their hellish contrivances,
offering Him up in Sacrifice to their Lusts, Avarice, and Insatiable
desire of rule, while the Angels wept, the earth groaned, all good men
(yea, all indued with morall vertue) sweat with cold, and freez'd
with heat, while even the dull animals of the earth were smitten
with amazement, and the souleless vegitables were capable of a
degree of sorrow.
Affrighted Sol, this object to behold
Put on a maske of blond, his seat of gold
(Amazd for sooke) crying, If mortals dare
Do this, they next will pull me from my Carre.
While that the curst contrivers of his end
Sate laughing, like the male contented fiend
That must devoure their soules, just (Dogs) and grin
It pleaseth Pluto, and adds to your sin.
O how his devilship will then rejoice
When you shall rusb to bell with horrid noise;
Meane time kill all that least suspected be
To dout on (Truths fair Sister) Loyaltie,
Cut off their heads, hang them, and ceaze their good,
Like purple Tygers, wallow in their blouds;
But know, retalliating vengeonce comes
On wings to quit you for their marryr domes;
Were you ingirt with circular fire, be[unr]d round
With Adamant, were your curst bodies bound
In brasse, yet could you manage mighty Oakes,
Hoping to pound us with your sturdy stroakes:
Through broken Swords, slow d Armour, slaughter'd men,
Vubowe'd steeds, yea, through a Srygian Fen
Of bloud wee'l made your traiterous selves to find,
And wreaths of partick on their brows to bind,
Revenge for CHARLES Sings loudly in our cares,
Our wounds wee'l wash, and supple with our teares,
Thou SECOND CHARLES lead on, for now are shall
With glory rise, or else with honour fall.