THE Mournful Mite: Or the TRUE SUBJECT'S SIGH.
On the Death of the ILLUSTRIOUS And SERENE CHARLES II. KING Of Great-Britain, France, and Ireland, &c.
BY PETER KER.
Hic non est intus CAROLUS Quintus,
Sed est Profundus CAROLUS Secundus.
LONDON, Printed by G.C. for T.P. 1685.
THE Mournful Mite.
BEING A POEM On the Death of King CHARLES II.
STANZA I.
LAtely I look'd up to promotions Skie;
Where I did Espye
The Sun and Moon of Britains Church and State
(Ah rigid Fate)
Eclips'd in Majesty.
II.
Amaz'd I Sigh'd, and pry'd within the Scene,
Beholding Charles-wain:
The Via Làctea seem'd to shrink away;
Night acted Day,
And Tears did flow Amain.
III.
I went to Black, but formerly White-Hall,
To know th' Original:
In Threnodyes they Sung; Our Royal Head
Is Cold and Dead;
Our Pomp turn'd Tragical.
IV.
I Sigh'd for Charles our King the Great and Good,
And Cry'd a Loud:
But (when I fear'd to sink in Seas of Grief)
Found no Relief;
Tears but increas'd the Flood.
V.
Yet (when the Sable Curtain was laid by)
I heard a Cry.
Th' Eclips not Total is (we trust)
For now the Shadow Flies;
And from the Phaenix precious Dust
A Phoebus doth Arise:
And then I wip'd mine Eyes.
FINIS.