Jeremias Redivivus: OR, AN elegiacal LAMENTATION ON The Death of our ENGLISH JOSIAS, CHARLES the FIRST, King of Great Britain, etc.  
Publicly Murdered by His Calvino-Judaicall SUBJECTS.  
said to by written by Walther Montacute  
— Quis talia fando  
Myrmidonum Dolopumve aut duri miles Vlyssis  
Temperet à lachrymis?—  
may. 30 Printed in the Year, 1649.   

AN ELEGIEVpon KING CHARLES the First, Murdered publicly by His Subjects.  
WEre not my Faith buoy up by sacred blood,  
It might be drowned in this prodigious flood;  
Which reason's highest ground doth so exceed,  
It leaves my Soul no Anch'rage, but my Creed;  
Where my Faith resting on th' Original,  
Supports it  in this the Copies fall;  
So while my faith floats on that Bloody wood,  
My reasons cast away in this Red flood,  
Which ne'er o'erflows us all: Those showers passed  
Made but Land-flouds, which did some valleys waste;  
This stroke hath cut the only neck of land,  
Which beetweens us, and this Red Sea did stand,  
That covers now our world, which cursed lies  
At once with two of Egypt's prodigies;  
O'er cast with darkness, and with blood o'errun,  
And justly, since our hearts have theirs outdone;  
Th' enchanter led ' them to a less known ill,  
To act his sin, than 'twas their King to kill:  
Which crime hath widowed our whole Nation,  
Voided all Forms, left but privation  
In Church and State; inverting every right;  
Brought in Hell's State, of fire without light:  
No wonder then, if all good eyes look red,  
Washing their Loyal hearts from blood so shed;  
The which deserves, each poor should turn an eye,  
To weep out, even a bloody Agony.  
Let nought then pass for Music, but sad cries;  
For Beauty, bloodless cheeks, & bloodshot eyes.  
All colours soil, but black; all odours have  
Ill sent, but Myrrh, incensed upon this Grave:  
It notes a Jew, not to believe us much  
The cleaner made, by a Religious touch  
Of this Dead Body; whom to judge to die  
Seems the judaical impiety.  
To kill the King, the Spirit Legion paints  
His rage with Law, the Temple and the Saints:  
But the truth is, He feared, and did repine,  
To be cast out, and back into the Swine;  
And the case holds, in that the Spirit bends  
His malice in this Act, against his ends:  
For it is like, the sooner he'll be sent  
Out of that body, He would still torment:  
Let Christians than use otherwise this blood,  
Detest the Act, yet turn it to their good;  
Thinking how like a King of death He dies;  
We easily may the world and death despise:  
Death had no sting for Him, and its sharp arm,  
Only of all the troop, meant Him no harm.  
And so He looked upon the Axe, as one  
Weapon yet left, to guard Him to His Throne;  
In His great Name, then may His Subjects cry,  
Death thou art swallowed up in Victory;  
If this our loss a comfort can admit,  
'tis that his narrowed Crown was grown unfit  
For his enlarged Head, since his distress  
Had greatned this, as it made that the less;  
His Crown was fall'n unto too low a thing  
For Him, who was become so great a King;  
So the same hands enthroned him in that Crown  
They had exalted from him, not pulled down.  
And thus God's Truth by them hath rendered more,  
Then ere men's falsehood promised to restore;  
Which, since by death alone, he could attain,  
Was yet exempt from weakness, & from pain;  
Death was enjoined by God, to touch a part,  
Might make His passage quick, ne'er move His heart  
Which even expiring, was so far frondeath,  
It seemed but to command away His breath.  
And thus His Soul, of this her triumph proud,  
Broke, like a flash of lightning, through the cloud  
Of flesh and blood; and from the highest line  
Of humane virtue, passed to be Divine:  
Nor is't much less His virtues to relate,  
Then the high glories of His present state;  
Since both than pass all Acts, but of belief;  
Silence may praise the one, the other grief.  
And since, upon the Diamond, no less  
Than Diamonds, will serve us to impress:  
I'll only wish, that for His Elegy,  
This our Josias, had a Jeremy.  
FINIS.