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<HEAD>AN
ELEGY,
ON
The Deplorable, and never enough to be Lamented Death, of the Illu&s;trious, and Serene
CHARLES the II. KING
OF
<HI>Great-Britain, France,</HI> and <HI>Ireland, &amp;c.</HI> who Departed this Life, (on <HI>Friday</HI> the <HI>6th.</HI> of <HI>February,</HI>
between 11 and 12. of the Clock, in the Forenoon: And was Interr'd at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI> the <HI>14th.</HI> of the &s;ame Month,
being the <HI>55th</HI> Year of his Age, 1684/5</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>HAng all the Streets with Sable Sad; and call</L>
<L>The Royal Palace <HI>Black;</HI> and not <HI>White-Hall:</HI></L>
<L>Weep Sacred Beads of Loyal Tears, and true,</L>
<L>Of Orient Pearl; but Occidental Hew:</L>
<L>Since <HI>Britains Phoebus</HI> hath for&s;ook the Stage,</L>
<L>Before he reach'd the <HI>Tropick</HI> of his Age.</L>
<L>The interval betwixt our <HI>Setting Sun,</HI></L>
<L>And Ri&s;ing <HI>Soveraign,</HI> 'ere his Light begun</L>
<L>Was &s;hort; yet (till our Sorrow found Relief)</L>
<L>We were near delug'd in the Seas of Grief.</L>
<L>Yet (tho our <HI>Soveraign</HI> doth our Mourning '&s;wage,</L>
<L>And gives our joy of Grief the Weather-gage.)</L>
<L>We'll make no <HI>Bonfires,</HI> for (it were in vain)</L>
<L>Our flowing Eyes would Weep them out again.</L>
<L>All <HI>I&s;ra'l</HI> when Good <HI>Hezekiah</HI> Di'd</L>
<L>To his la&s;t Breath, true Loyal Honour pay'd;</L>
<L>Where's then the Bolde&s;t Critick can deny</L>
<L>Great <HI>CHARLES</HI> his worth a Doleful <HI>ELEGY;</HI></L>
<L>His Worth, to Times la&s;t Period &s;hall Endure,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of Envy or the Grave Secure:</L>
<L>And Children yet Unborn with Tears &s;hall pay</L>
<L>A Mournful Tribute to his &s;acred Clay.</L>
<L>He from his Child-hood was of great Renown;</L>
<L>He bore his <HI>Cro&s;s</HI> before he wore his <HI>Crown.</HI></L>
<L>Brancht in the &s;tock of Trouble ('tis well known)</L>
<L>His Fruit was Ripe, the Blo&s;&s;om yet unblown.</L>
<L><HI>Great-Britains</HI> Bane, and <HI>Blu&s;h</HI> Eclips'd his Skie,</L>
<L>Ere <HI>England</HI> knew his Soveraignity:</L>
<L>But as his <HI>Sun</HI> a&s;cended the Noon-day,</L>
<L>All Clouds (like Vapours) vani&s;h'd quite away:</L>
<L>And the Bright Calmes of Peace did &s;till remain</L>
<L>Through the whole Circle of his Halcyon Reign.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then Re&s;t (dear <HI>Saint,</HI> tho now Intomb'd in Du&s;t)</L>
<L>Until the Re&s;urrection of the Ju&s;t.</L>
<L>And let our Mourners mitigate their Grief,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e our Sorrow doth admit Relief:</L>
<L>The Vail of Death no Chri&s;tian needs di&s;may;</L>
<L>The <HI>King</HI> of <HI>Kings</HI> him&s;elf did guide the Way.</L>
<L>And (&s;ince our Sore a Salve along doth bring)</L>
<L>God &s;ave Great <HI>JAMES,</HI> our Second Soveraign <HI>King.</HI></L>
<L>Let his Dominions preface Black with White;</L>
<L>Since Ri&s;ing <HI>Phoebus</HI> di&s;&s;ipates our Night:</L>
<L>Let Loyal Subjects all both cry and Sing</L>
<L>Like Birds Reviv'd in the returning Spring.</L>
<L>Let Court and City rai&s;e their joyful Voice</L>
<L>And Loyal Sighs &s;till Eccho back <HI>Rejoyce:</HI></L>
<L>Till Plotters all Con&s;piracies lay by,</L>
<L>And <HI>Trea&s;on</HI> turn to pure&s;t Loyalty.</L>
<L>Hence then projecting Traytors, &s;tand aloof;</L>
<L>His Loyal Throne is &s;ure, and <HI>Trea&s;on-Proof:</HI></L>
<L>Le&s;t &s;et on Edge by old Seditious <HI>Smec,</HI></L>
<L>Your <HI>Trea&s;ons</HI> Trap turn round upon your Neck.</L>
<L>His Pre&s;ence may no <HI>Rebels Old</HI> Re&s;ort,</L>
<L>Nor ba&s;e <HI>Achitophels</HI> frequent his Court;</L>
<L>But Reign in Peace, whil'&s;t we have in our Eye</L>
<L><HI>CHARLES</HI> &s;till alive in <HI>JAMES'S</HI> Royalty.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But &s;ince he's Dead and gone let this &s;ad Ver&s;e</L>
<L>(Tho unde&s;erving) yet attend his <HI>Her&s;e.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<L>HEre lyes Great <HI>CHARLES</HI> the ju&s;t the Good,</L>
<L>As ever came of Royal Blood:</L>
<L>To Troubles Born, he Early knew</L>
<L>What <HI>Kings</HI> (as Men) are &s;ubject to:</L>
<L>His Morning Glories were oreca&s;t,</L>
<L>And by &s;ome fatal Star Oppre&s;t.</L>
<L>But as his Sun a&s;cended Noon,</L>
<L>The cruel <HI>Comet</HI> did fall Down,</L>
<L>In Peace he Liv'd, in Peace he Di'd;</L>
<L>The Kingdom and the Churches Guide.</L>
<L>The Guardian of the &s;welling Main;</L>
<L>The Terrour of the <HI>DUTCH</HI> and <HI>DANE.</HI></L>
<L>At his Commands all War did Cea&s;e,</L>
<L>And <HI>Europe</HI> Owes to him her Peace.</L>
<L>Di&s;ea&s;es at his Power did Crouch,</L>
<L>And own the Vertue of his Touch.</L>
<L>Let <HI>KINGS</HI> and <HI>PRINCES</HI> in him Glory,</L>
<L>And make his Reign their Directory.</L>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>P. K.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI>
Printed by <HI>George Croom,</HI> at the Sign of the <HI>Blue-Ball</HI> in <HI>Thames-&s;treet,</HI>
over again&s;t <HI>Baynard</HI>'s <HI>Ca&s;tle.</HI> 1685.</P>
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