From this black region then of Death and Night, Great Spirits, take your everlasting flight: And as your valour's mounting fires combine, May they a brighter constellation shine Than Gemini, or than the brother-stars, Castor and Pollux, fortunate to wars; That all fair soldiers, by your sparkling light, May find the way to conquer, when they fight, And by those patterns which from you they take, Direct their course through Honour's Zodiac: 280 But upon traitors frown with dire aspect, Which may their perjuries and guilt reflect; Unto the curse of whose nativity, Prodigious as the Caput Algol be, Whose pale and ghastly tresses still portend Their own despair or hangman for their end. And that succeeding ages may keep safe Your lov'd remembrance in some Epitaph, Upon the ruins of your glorious youth, Inscribed be this monumental truth: 290 Here lie the valiant Lucas and brave Lisle, With Amasa betray'd in Joab's smile: In whom, revenge of Honour taking place, His great corival 's stabb'd in the embrace. And as it was the Hebrew Captain's stain, That he two greater than himself had slain, _Shedding the blood of War in time of Peace_, When love pretended was, and arms did cease, May the foul murderers expect a fate Like Joab's, blood with blood to expiate; 300 Which, quick as lightning, and as thunder sure, Preventions wisest arts nor shun, nor cure. O may it fall on their perfidious head! That when, with Joab to the Altar fled, Themselves the sword and reach of vengeance flee, No Temple may their sanctuary be. Last, that nor frailty nor devouring time May ever lose impressions of the crime, Let loyal Colchester (who too late tried To check, when highest wrought, the Rebels' pride, 310 Holding them long and doubtful at the bay, Whilst we, by looking on, gave all away), Be only nam'd: which, like a Column built, Shall both enhearse this blood unnobly spilt, And live, till all her towers in rubbish lie, The monuments of their base cruelty.