CHRONOSTICHON Decollationis CAROLI Regis, etc▪ tricesimo die janunarii, secunda hora Pomeridiana, Anno Dom. MDCXLVIII.  
Ter Deno Jani Labens ReX SoLe CaDente CaroL us eXVtVs SoLIo SCeptroqVe SeCVre.  

Charles!— ah forbear, forbear! lest Mortals prize  
His Name too dearly; and Idolatrize.  
His Name! Our loss! Thrice cursed and forlorn  
Be that Black Night, which ushered in this morn!   

Charles our Dread-Soveraigne— hold! lest outlawed Sense  
Bribe, and seduce tame Reason to dispense  
With those Celestial Powers; and distrust  
Heaven can behold such Treason, and prove Just.   

Charles our dread-sovereign's murdered!— Tremble! and  
View what Convulsions Shoulder-shake this Land.  
Court, city, country, nay three Kingdoms run  
To their last Stage, and Set with Him their sun.   

Charles our dread-sovereign's murdered at His Gate!  
Fell fiends! dire Hydra's of a stiff-necked-state!  
Strange body-politic! whose Members spread,  
And, Monster-like, swell bigger than their HEAD.   

Charles of Great Britain! He who was the known  
King of three Realms, lies murdered in his own.  
He! He! who lived, and Faith's Defender stood,  
Dieed here to rebaptise it in His Blood.   

No more, no more. Fame's trump shall echo all  
The Rest in dreadful Thunder. Such a Fall  
Great Christendom ne'er patterned; and 'twas strange  
Earth's centre reeled not at this dismal Change.   

The Blow struck Britain blind; each well-set limb  
By Dislocation was lopped off in HIM.  
Though she yet lives, she lives burr to condole  
Three Bleeding Bodies left without a soul.   

RELIGION puts on Black. Sad loyalty  
Blushe's and mourns to see bright-majesty  
Butchered by such Assassinates; nay both  
'Gainst GOD, 'gainst LAW, ALLEGIANCE, and their OATH.   

Farewell sad Isle! Farewell! Thy fatal Glory  
Is summed, Cast up, and canceled in this Story.  
April 30 1649