THE Queens Lamention

OR, The most sad and mournfull Complaint of her Sacred Majesty, the Queen of England, upon the death of her most dear and well Esteemed Son, the most Elustrious Prince, Henry Duke of Glocester, 3d. Brother to our gracious King, Charles the 2d. Deceased the 13. of September, 1660. Carried over from France, by Sir James O Neal, Knight and Baronet; comitted to the Press by his own Importu­ning desire.

To the Tune of, Franklin.
SWéet Heavens have béen pleas'd
of late to shew
How Stars and Comedies
in mourning go,
For my sweet Darling bright,
Wherein was my delight,
To Heaven took his flight,
And left me here.
Oh that his Charlot frée
had béen so strong
For to have taken me
with him along;
My swéet Clustrious Babe
As ever woman had,
His last good night have made,
Opitty me.
His Cr [...]mso [...] [...]ooks so swéet,
his Lilly hand;
Methinks I sée him yet
by me to stand,
His shadow with me still
My grieved heart doth kill.
But unto Heavens will
Wee must obey
When late he was in France,
his comely Grace
My spirits did advance
to sée his face:
And constant was to me
A séemed Deity;
Joy and Felicity
I had in him

the Second Part,

to the same tune.
HIs comely gestures fed
me with delight,
When that his person did
appear in my sight,
Whose Princely looks did fly
Like Come [...]s from the s [...]y,
'I would make a heart to [...]
Why Heavens, were you [...]
so with delight.
To take my Prince so soon
out from my sight:
Methinks I sée his Ghost,
Swiftly to Heaven post,
Dear Henry I have lost
O pitty me.
His Princely pietie,
his godly zeal,
The holy defties,
would not conceal,
But down from Heaven they
Ascend in one d [...]y,
And fetch my Dear away,
O pitty me.
Angels would have it so,
for they decréed,
He needs away must go,
and withall spéed,
A Prince with them to be,
In Ammortallity,
For everlastingly
With them to Raign.
Yet whatsoever place,
I walk or stand,
Methinks I see his face
close by my hand,
His shadow I do sée,
Where-ever I shall be,
Unto Eternity.
He was so sweet.
O let all Nations be
sad for the Prince,
For which no remedy
cannot be since,
Angels rejoyce me know,
While that me mourn below,
To Heavens see me go
Then to my Dear.
O that I could but fly
Like to the Dove,
Even up to the Sky
to find my Love.
Then would I enter in
Amongst the Cherubims,
To sée my d [...]arest friend
That was so sweet
O death why didst thou send
Thy [...]art so soon,
Couldst thou not hold thy hand,
fill I came home,
To have receiv'd one smile
From my own dearest child,
Before his last exile,
But now he's gone.
O Heavens may you be
to me so kind,
And grant some remedy
unto my mind,
Which now oppressed is,
My vitalls doth deercase,
My grief transcending is,
O pitty me
When I to England shall
now take my way,
My comfort is but small;
yet all my joy
Is in this Gracious King,
My blessing be on him,
When I do come again,
Lord succour me.

LONDON, Printed for Charles Tyus on London-Bridge.

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