Poem by James Graham, 1st Marquise of Montrose

Lines Written on Hearing of the Death of Charles I

Great, good, and just! could I but rate
My griefs to thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world to such a strain,
As it would deluge once again:
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies,
More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds,
And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds.

1. Lines Written on the Eve of His Execution
2. Montrose on His Own Condition
3. On Himself, Upon Hearing What Was His Sentence
4. «My Dear and Only Love I Pray…»

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