The Execution of King Charles

While round the armed bands
Did clap their bloody hands:
He nothing common did, or mean,
Upon that memorable scene,
But with his keener eye
The axe's edge did try;
Nor called the gods with vulgar spite

To vindicate his helpless right,
But bowed his comely head
Down, as upon a bed.
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