Retire, strict Muse, and thy impartial verse
In pity spare on CHARLES'S bleeding herse;
Or all his faults in blackest notes translate
To tombs where rot the authors of his fate;
To lustful HENRIETTA'S Romish shade,
Let all his acts of lawless pow'r be laid;
Or to the Priest, more Romish still than her;
And whoe'er made his gentle virtues err.