Upon the Death of His Late Highness, OLIVER LORD PROTECTOR OF THE commonwealth OF England, Scotland and Ireland, and the Dominions and Territories thereunto belonging.  
AN elegy.  

AS (sometime) falls the lofty Cedar down,  
And knocks the Earth with his cloud-neighbour Crown;  
Or those tall Elms, which by a fatal Gust  
Late forced, their Stations left, and kissed the dust;  
Presaging sure (as at Rome's Founders Fate  
Th' Eclipse and Storm) a Breach upon this State,  
Too soon (alas!) fulfilled: So fell this Prince,  
Great, as Virtue's or valour's Excellence  
Could form an hero; whose successes filled  
The world with Terror; whose Exploits excelled  
Those Chiefs of Greece and Rome, and spoke a fame  
Of louder accents than Gustavus name;  
Whose Fortunes such, his Foes as well might stem  
The current of the Baltique Sea, as them;  
Whose Victories taught Civil wars to cease,  
And laid three Nations in the arms of Peace;  
Who those high mighty States, that by the sword  
Redeemed their Freedom from their Spanish Lord,  
Even in their height, subdued, and made them loer  
Their tattered Topsails to his English power:  
Proud Rome's idol'trous Son his Enlsigns next  
A stonied, and in his bosom vexed;  
Witness those Cacus-dens (rich by the harms  
Of England) won by his Herculean arms:  
But heaven decreed that Conquest, so begun,  
Should finished be by His Illustrious Son.   

For now, to teach earth's Potentates, that Fate  
Will ride triumphant in the Palace gate;  
(Stern and impartial Fate!) whose strict Commands  
Not Virtue, walled with Arts and arms, withstands;  
This meager sergeant comes to act his part,  
Arrests his Life, and stabs his generous heart;  
Who by resignment of his dearest Breath  
Proclaims aloud th' authority of Death.   

That day which twice his Victor-brows with bays,  
Had crowned, crowns now th' period of his days:  
That signal day which twice renowns his story,  
Now the third time consummates his Glory.   

The heavens' seemed hung with black, grief veiled the world,  
Tears deluged Earth, the Globe feared to be hurled  
Back to its Chaos load, Confusion stood  
A tiptoe, threatening a fresh Sea of Blood;  
The broken Roof presaged the fabrics fall,  
And mighty ruin laid a claim to all.   

But (sacred Providence!) there did appear  
A morning Sun, to gild our Hemisphere  
With new and vigorous Light, to clear the skies,  
Dispel those clouds of Fear, and dry our eyes?  
Wise Joshua arose in Moses steed,  
Elisha here Elijah did succeed.   

Thus warlike David gained the Hebrew Crown,  
And for Successor left a Solomon.   Mira cano: Sol occubuit, Nox nulla secuta est. 
T. Mayhew.   

London, Printed for Edward Husbands, and are to be sold at his Shop at the Golden-Dragon in Fleetstreet, 1658.