AN ELEGY
Upon that Renowned
Hero and Cavalier,
THE
Lord CAPEL,
Who (for his Loyalty) was Barbarously Murther'd in the Palace-Yard at West-
minster, on the day of 16
Preserved by a Loyal Person; And never before Printed.
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SO have I seen a frolick Bridegroom come,
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And guild with smiles the gaudy Wedding-room,
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Joy dancing on his Face, whilst in his Eye
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The young Bride's Blushes kept true Harmony:
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Just with that look the Romans Victors all
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In Triumph rid unto the Capital;
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But not the Deecij to their Death, their Eyes
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Beheld but Fame, Thine blest Eternity;
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Most like the Fire-prooft Martyr, that proclaims
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His Conquest crown'd in Pyramids of Flames,
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In ravishment of Soul; and leaves the Toy
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Of Life, not with excess of Pain, but Joy.
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I, so brave CAPEL fell; the Scaffold bore
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No look of life, but he Dying wore,
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Death lookt like Death, and all the standers by,
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As if that he had come, to see them dye;
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Envy herself Great CAPELs Triumph sung;
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Earth groan'd his Exit; whilst all Heaven rung
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With a loud Plaudit, extasi'd to see
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This last Great Act, of his red Tragedy.
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Treason combin'd, call'd Law established;
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Immediate Death by Tyrants menaced,
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Could not his Rock-built Constancy abate;
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But his Just Soul stood still Resolv'd like Fate.
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And had the Machine of the whole World broke,
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The Ruins still had him undaunted took:
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To view his Life, would but redrown'd the Eye
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Of his and Virtue's Friends; Truth's History
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Shall write it to the Age unborn, and they
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Peruse it with that Zeal good Vestals pray;
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And that sad Page which tells his Death, appears
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The Winding-sheet of many Sighs and Tears;
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His Life, Why? 'tis a Theme for Angels meet;
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But this I'le say, Of all the Heav'n-bound Fleet,
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Of Crimson Martyrs, through the red Sea gon,
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Of Englands Treason and Rebellion,
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Except their matchless Royal Admiral,
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CAPEL came richest home in the Ark Loyal;
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Where all the Stars shot Volleys, and was giv'n
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Eternal Welcome to his Haven, Heaven.
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