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R25551 VVHy should I call the sacred Muses, and / Implore the aid of their assisting hand? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 In Commemoration of Mr. Christopher Love, who was / beheaded on Tower-hill the 22. of August. 1651. In Commemoration of Mr. Christopher Love, who was beheaded on Tower-hill the 22. of August. 1651. In Commemoration of Mr. Christopher Love, who was beheaded on Tower-hill the 22. of August. 1651. 1651-1651

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1. WHy should I call the sacred Muses, and Implore the aid of their assisting hand? Why should I ask a rapid Eagles quill, Since with my tears I could whole volumes fill? Which like a flowing Spring-tide freely rise From the exuberous Fountains of mine Eyes. 2. What do I dream, or are my Sences fled, Or i'st a reall truth, that LOVE is dead? (Oh) too too true, alas, how could it be LOVE should survive, when men want Charitie? Sion laments, our Joy, our Peace is fled, All things at variance fall, and LOVE is dead. 3. What slay a Prophet? that's a Fact indeed, A Land-destroying Sin, London take heed: For such Prepostrous Courses will undo The thy Associates, and this Kingdom too; If once Gods Messengers are abused, we To stay destruction, have no remedie. 4. It is no wonder Tigers should persue Such harmles Preys, as he who never knew What Treason ment: Some at the Action smil'd, Herod and Pilate then were reconcil'd; They all adjudged him Jointly, yet each Cry, Who is it that condemn'd him? 'tis not I. 5. Are these the Men whose fair pretences made The better Sort rejoice, the worse afraid; Who hold the equall Beam of Justice Scale, And say they seek nought but the Common-Weal? Me thinks tis strange, that Lambs should Lions prove, And Saints be at such emnity with LOVE. 6. Did he not rather chuse to Sacrifise His Life, then wound his Conscience: and despise A Death for JESUS sake, while he supposes, Himself cal'd to Mount Nebo, as was Moses: How little need was there of Armed Troops To inviron him, whose God was all his hopes. 7. How willingly he took his Saviours Yoak, How Boldly and Couragiously he Spoak; With what unmoved constancy he laid, His Neck upon the Block, no whit dismaid? Spectators were asham'd that they should be Far more opprest with sorrow, then was he.
8. Passion prevails, I cannot speak the rest, With such a weight of Grief my heart's opprest: However surely 'twas a fatall blow, And may procure a sudden overthrow To the cheif Actors: Sampsons last fall slew more Philistians, then all his Life before. 9. Why did not Heaven and Earth at this agree, To let us know some strange Catastrophe? Why did the Sun move, or the Sphears not cease Their furious Motion, at this Saints Decease? Since Thunder claps, and sable mourning Skies Did celebrate his Funerall Obsequies. 10. (Oh) stupid men, Petitions would not save His Life from Foes, nor yet him from the Grave: Nor was his Age, or spotles innocence, Enough to guard him from the violence Of those whose Will's a Law, and dye he must; To satisfie some Mens ambitious Lust. 11. Was not his Accusation high and Large, Witnesses disagreed about his Charge; Was there not some suborned hir'd to swear Against him falsly, whom for ought I can hear May hang like Judas, since they could dispence To sell him though for more then thirty pence. 12. His Life was made a Prey, to some whose guise Of Justice would not serve to blind the wise, Who well perceiv'd the Cause: but tis no News, Pilate did thus to gratifie the Jews; Wherefore judge ye, if proud Mars hath not driven With his keen Sword, Astrea unto Heaven. 13. Come hither Stoick, here is that will make Thy tears prove passion, for this Martyrs sake; For such indeed's our losse, that we might borrow The Copy of an everlasting Sorrow: Since he is cut off, whose very Name of right Should not be nam'd without an Epethite. 14. But stay O Muse, and do not thou disturb His Sacred Ashes while they sleep, but curb Passion by reason: Let faith make thee know, He joyes above, while we lament below; That fair though fatall blow, his Soul hath sent A silent Victim to the Firmament. 15. Thus one of Sions pillers was betraid To Dust and Ashes: thereby happy made; Was by some envious Critticks taken from Those hideous troubles which are like to come Upon the Earth: And now in Heaven he Sings Melodious Anthems, to the King of Kings.
Exurgat Deus & discipientur inimici. FINIS.