Death why soe crewill! what, no other way To manifest thy splleene, but thus to slay Our hopes of safety; liberty, our all Which, through thy tyrany, with him must fall To its late Caoss? Had thy riged force Bin delt by retale, and not thus in gross Griefe had bin silent: Now wee must complaine Since thou, in him, hast more then thousand slane Whose lives and safetys did so much depend On him there lif, with him there lives must end. If't be a sin to thinke Death brib'd can bee Wee must be guilty; say twas bribery Guided the fatall shaft. Verginias foes, To whom for secrit crimes just vengance owes Disarved plagues, dreding their just disart Corrupted Death by Parasscellcian art Him to destroy; whose well tride curage such, There heartless harts, nor arms, nor strength could touch. Who now must heale those wounds, or stop that blood The Heathen made, and drew into a flood? Who i'st must pleade our Cause? nor Trump nor Drum Nor Deputations; these alass are dumb, And Cannot speake. Our Arms (though nere so strong) Will want the aide of his Commanding tongue, Which Conquer'd more than Ceaser: He orethrew Onely the outward frame; this Could subdue The ruged workes of nature. Soules repleate With dull Child could, he'd annemate with heate Drawne forth of reasons Lymbick. In a word Marss and Minerva both in him Concurd For arts, for arms, whose pen and sword alike, As Catos did, may admireation strike In to his foes; while they confess withall It was there guilt stil'd him a Criminall. Onely this difference doth from truth proceed: They in the guilt, he in the name must bleed, While none shall dare his Obseques to sing In disarv'd measures, untill time shall bring Truth Crown'd with freedom, and from danger free, To sound his praises to posterity. Here let him rest; while wee this truth report, Hee's gon from hence unto a higher Court To pleade his Cause: where he by this doth know Whether to Ceaser hee was friend, or foe.