A Mournful ELEGY, On the Deplorable, and never enough to be Lamented Death, Of the Illustrious, and Serene CHARLES the II. KING OF Great-Britain, France, and Ireland, &c.
Defender of the True, and Apostolick Faith; who Departed this Life, (and changed his Corruptible CROWN for an Uncorruptible,) on Friday the 6th of February, between 11. and 12. of the Clock, in the Forenoon, being the 55th. Year of his Age. 1684/5
Come, And Rain Of | Consecrate your Eyes before you Weep, Afterwards, let not your Sorrow Sleep: Rivers down, of Mournful Tears, and true, Orient Pearle, but Occidental Hew: |
Let Under Since | Lamentations give our Passions Vent, Unparalleled Discontent, Soveraign CHARLES can not our Grief prevent. |
Seditious Ere Care, Unheard, N onultra Dear, yet Urg'd, Sure | S mec (at first) eclips'd his Skie; E ngland knew his Soveraignity: Cross, and Loss refin'd (by Britains Blush, Unknown) him to a pure Nonplus. N on such Mournful Subjects Sings; D read Soveraign; Mirrour of all Kings. Unawars, Nine Kingdoms he Subdu'd; Stedfast Preace to Common-wealths Renew'd: |
Milde, And Great, Not AE nea's | Meek, yet Fierce, if once but set on Edge; Absolute, if much provok'd to Rage: Good, and Just, as any Prince could be; National, nor Partial; yet was he AEqual; Toss'd by Land and Sea. |
By R ebellions Iarrs The As No | B ritains Bane, he Storms did Undergo; Rout he quite did Overthrow: Intestine, at Home did vex him much; Terrour and Relief of Dane and Dutch: A tlas high, yet as a Valley Low: New Event could Turn him to and fro: |
No In AEthereal | Northern Mists could Darken his Bright Day: I reland none could make him loose his Way: AEquity was all his Plea. |
Rebels Enhanse yr. as X anthus And | Retire, and Loyalists draw nigh; Eyes, with Sable Tears and cry, forc'd the Helespont to Roar, X erxe's Army Landed on our Shore. |
Could Orphans Cryes, or Widdows Tears Prevail,
Or Loyal Sighs our suddain Straok Assail;
Or Monarch's Groans recall our Dismal Fates,
Which Grief renews, and Joy Obliterates:
All Christian Kings in Europe then would cry
For Soveraign CHARLES, his Sacred Majesty.
'Tis Grief to see that he who did restore
Peace to so many Kingdoms, and the Whore
That's clad in Scarlet, should so soon be gone,
Before his Sun approach'd the Horizon.
The Morning of his Age it was o'recast,
His Bright Star with Mar's Fiery Nose Opprest;
But 'ere his sun ascended the Noon Day,
Both Clouds and Comets Vanish'd quite away:
And ever since we borrow'd splendent Rayes
Of Brightness, to add Luster to our Days.
In Heaven-portending Prodegies I find
Star-Gazers (in their Judgements) are but Blind;
Since they did see the star that did Presage
His Death, who was the Phoenix of his Age,
Dazel'd with Brightness of his Royal Skie,
Appli'd it not unto his Majesty.
But since our Sore, a Salve along doth bring,
God Save Great JAMES, our second Soveraign KING.
Let his Dominions Preface Black with White;
Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night:
Let Loyal Subjects then both Cry and Sing,
Like Birds Reviv'd in the returning Spring.
Let Court and City Shout, and-make a Noise,
And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce:
Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by,
And Treason turn to purest Loyalty.
P. K.
London, Printed by George Croom, at the Sign of the Blue-Ball in Thames-street, over against Baynard's-Castle, 1685. 169.