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R36710 THough to contemn all Laws Religion be, / And though to be a Christian's Heresie; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133775 Religious Villany, / An ELEGY on the Execrable Murder of / King CHARLES, I. Religious Villany, An ELEGY on the Execrable Murder of King CHARLES, I. Religious Villainy, An ELEGY on the Execrable Murder of King CHARLES I. 1683-1683 R. Moor

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THough to contemn all Laws Religion be, And though to be a Christians Heresie; Though it be a Crime for any to be good, And hes no Saint thats not Baptizd in blood. Though to be no Traitor Treason be, And to be Loyal be Disloyaltie, Though it be Justice Innocents to kill, And Meritorious Royal Blood to Spill, For which tis Death to greive; yet who but he, Twixt whom and Vertues an Antipathy, Such an unparalelld Butchery that hears, Does not resolve into a flood of tears, Which even unto Tyrants Urns are due, but when, The best of Princes and the best of Men, Thus slaughterd is, it claims from Loyal Eyes, Full Seas to wast him into Paradice, In Spite of Fate then pay this Tribute due, To him was yours and Vertues Soveraigne too, Nor let your Tears know bounds in such a fall, The Grief and Losse are Epidemical, You whose malicious Charitie at first, These Vipers hatcht these towring Serpents nurst, Let your much want of him instruct you in The greatness of his Loss and of your Sin, And let those Scorpions teach you the vast odds, Betwizt the Rule of Men and Reign of Gods, Unheard may you their Clemencie invoke, Uneasd, unpittyd bear your purchast yoake, As is your Reformation be your Peace, Since thus the Lands restord thus troubles cease, Deluded fools that with so vast expence, Have bought your Ruin, sold your Innocence, Contracting to your selves a guilt so high, Will damn your yet unborn Posteritie, These are your tender Conscience Men who dare To act, what others do with horrour hear, No more let bafled Historys now tell, How Caesar in the treacherous Senate fell, No more let France of Henrys Fate complain, This deeper dy makes pale that crimson staine, These, thy lost honour, Catiline, redeem, Whose foul designs now fair and pious seem, Thy modest wishes durst not aime so high, As such transcendent Acts of Villanie, The bashful plotters of this black design, To Ruin England with own Fatal Myne, So much the horror of their guilt did fright, They durst not Act without the Cloak of night, But these tryumphing Saints do glory in, As much the shew, as acting of their Sin, Nor shame to exhibite to the blushing Sun, A Sight neer seen since first his Race begun, The Murder of a Prince whose grand offence, Was Vertue and a settled Conscience, Nor doth his Death Suffice, our just Laws must: Pimp for these Caniballs in humain Lust, And Justice the Protectress of the Earth, Must be the Midwife to this Monstrous Birth, Thus while they seemingly would blot his Fame, They scandalize that most Religious Dame, A Court unheard of therefore thy Create, To make compleat their Antipodian State, Londoners. Presbyte- rians. Indepen- dents.
Where Wolves (as grand delinquents) Lambs pre-sent, And Traytors do arraign the Innocent, Where Plutos Mercenaries do wrest the Laws, To make them serve a most prodigious cause, And belch from their blasphemous mouths, pretence Of crimes against his sacred Innocence, Replyes to it would spoyl the new Courts credit, All must be granted true because they sayd it, Wherefore they do provide he should not use Defence, t would criminate those that did accuse, But to determind Sentence they proceed, The frontless Pageant told him he must bleed, Necessitie requird that he should dye A victime to that upstart Deitie, Which blood carousing Idoll could not rest Content with any offring but the best, Though baited with such obloquies as laid Their hated Crimes upon his guiltless head, Though bold fact Treason had usurpt his Throne, And robd him off all Crowns save that alone, Of Martyrdom; though pride were grown so high, Hees still a King, preserves one Soveraigntie, No Rebel passion durst arise to bring Stains on his undeserving suffering, With meekness great as Innocence he dyes, A Royal and immaculate Sacrifice, No fear nor sorrow he, but twas for them, Deceiptful, proud, Ambitious, bloody Men, Nor could the last Act of this Tragedy Shake his inviolable Constancie, Nor his unconquerable Patience quell, Whose Charitie such injuries did excel, But what their guilt not suffred them to crave, His pardon he unsued too freely gave, Thus he orecame their malice and exprest Himself victorious although opprest, Yet does their Hell-bred fancy find no end, But would unto his memory extend, But Rebels do your worst, what you deny, His Fate contemning Vertues shall supply, And what already is become your shame, His glorious Death shall balme his wounded Name, Whose greatful memory shall as lasting be As time, or as your loathsome Infamy, Whose growing names equal to his shall rise, That turnd the Temple to a Sacrifice, Nor shall those Pyramids fall being built with good Mens bones, and clemented with guiltless blood, His Lustre nere shall fade but shine in spite, Of your contrived mists and Hellish night, Such Graces as were his are too divine For Lyes to spot or dark Cells to confine, The glorious Lamps a while deprivd of light, Breaks forth again and doth appear more bright, Aflicted Virtue so doth higher swell, And spyces bruisd yeild a more fragrant smell, You worthyly enslavd, see here your lot, (Londoners And bless you with the freedom you have got, But howere, that change can but small safty bring, Thats founded on the Ruin of a King, Whose worth to tell, in vain let any try, No Pen but his could write his Elegie.
LONDON, Printed for R. Moor, and are to be sold by Walter Davis in Amen Corner. 1683.