Great, good, and just! could I but rate <br />My griefs to thy too rigid fate, <br />I'd weep the world to such a strain, <br />As it would deluge once again: <br />But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies, <br />More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, <br />I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds, <br />And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds.<br /><br />James Graham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-written-on-hearing-of-the-death-of-charles-i/
