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<NAME>Elspeth Healey</NAME>
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SUSPIRIA, or SIGHS On the DEATH of the Late Mo&s;t Illu&s;trious MONARCH CHARLES the II. KING OF Great <HI>Britain, France</HI> and <HI>Ireland</HI> &amp;c. who Changed his Earthly for a Heavenly Crown, on <HI>Fryday</HI> the <HI>6th.</HI> of <HI>February</HI> 1684. in the <HI>36th</HI> year of his Reign, and <HI>55th</HI> of his Age.</HEAD>
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<L>Can Great, Illu&s;trious <HI>Britains</HI> Monarch, Dye,</L>
<L>Without Sacrifice of Tears! what Eye,</L>
<L>Forbears to Drill whole <HI>Hecatombs</HI>! when we</L>
<L>Have lo&s;t the <HI>Atlas</HI> of our Monarchy!</L>
<L>Ah! sharpe&s;t Grief put out thy Keene&s;t Stings,</L>
<L>Bemoan the be&s;t of Men, the be&s;t of Kings.</L>
<L>Can an Inrag'd Di&s;tracted Mu&s;eforbear,</L>
<L>To Rail at Death, that must &s;o rudely tear</L>
<L>Our [<HI>Pater Patriae</HI>] Countries Father, hence!</L>
<L>Unruly <HI>Grief,</HI> Rail not at Providence.</L>
<L>How dar'&s;t thou Murmur at they Kings Remove?</L>
<L>The King of Kings, would have him mountabove</L>
<L>An Earthly Crown, to a more Glorious one.</L>
<L>Bright Rays of Maje&s;ty, about him Shone.</L>
<L>When here!--he now in greater Glory Dwells;</L>
<L>A Glory that allows no Paralells!</L>
<L>Then &s;piteful <HI>Grief</HI> be &s;till, and Envy not</L>
<L>Thy Prince, the great Advancement he has got.</L>
<L>Ah! Words where are ye! Ah!what mu&s;t I borrow</L>
<L>Language from Tears to Repre&s;ently my Sorrow!</L>
<L>Drop then ye friendly Streams, till like a Flood,</L>
<L>[More Elegant than Words] be Under&s;tood,</L>
<L>Our Univer&s;al Grief, to Mourn thus, you,</L>
<L>Better than Groans, to Elegles, can do.</L>
<L>Dull &s;tupid Pen, away! give place to Sighs,</L>
<L>The Fitte&s;t Mourners for &s;uch Obequies.</L>
<L>Perfume not then to draw his Character,</L>
<L>His Royal Name is Blazon'dev'ry where,</L>
<L>The Sun in its Orbicular &s;urround</L>
<L>Scarce &s;ees a Place, but where his Fame does found.</L>
<L>Ah! but I will! And tell the World that he</L>
<L>Was <HI>Great,</HI> and <HI>Good,</HI> and full of <HI>Clemency.</HI></L>
<L>A Prince of much Maje&s;ty, that none</L>
<L>Could with more &s;plendid virtues grace a Throne</L>
<L>That lent (not borrow'd) Lu&s;tre to his <HI>Crown.</HI></L>
<L>Away, away; thou Blunt Poetick Art;</L>
<L>On meaner Subjects, Act thy little Part.</L>
<L>No Rhap&s;odies of Ver&s;e, no Pro&s;e can Ri&s;e</L>
<L>To Accents fit for &s;uch great Ob&s;equies:</L>
<L>Oh! Great but Di&s;mal Subject! could my Quill</L>
<L>In&s;tead of Ink; with other Drops Di&s;till,</L>
<L>I'de Repre&s;ent to ev'ry Readers view,</L>
<L>Lines (not of Sable, but) of Crim&s;on hiew.</L>
<L>There's nothing of Idolarry in the,</L>
<L>Right Application of <HI>Apo&s;trophe</HI>!</L>
<L>Then Great, (now then before more Glorious Prince)</L>
<L>Since our Supreme&s;t King, has call'd thee hence,</L>
<L>May Heav'ns o're-ruling, Bright, Illu&s;trious Rays,</L>
<L>Give thy &s;urviving Subjects <HI>Hakyon</HI> Days,</L>
<L>May this Augu&s;t Celebrious Kingdom &s;ee,</L>
<L>No <HI>Inter-Regnum</HI> of that Clemency,</L>
<L>Which &s;av'd three Kingdom from a Fatal Yoke,</L>
<L>The Dire Re&s;ults of an <HI>Intended</HI> Stroke!</L>
<L>Di&s;mis thy fear, His Royal Brother; who</L>
<L>Succeeds him in his Throne, and Virtues too,</L>
<L>Has &s;o Maje&s;tick, &s;o &s;ubline a Soul,</L>
<L>That what he promi&s;'d, none shall dare Controul.</L>
<L>Away Su&s;picion! here's the Royal Word;</L>
<L>What great &s;urety can Mankind afford?</L>
<L>That Publick-Sacred-Obligation binds</L>
<L>The Royal Brea&s;t to leave things as he finds,</L>
<L>The Con&s;titution of our Laws to be,</L>
<L><HI>Ju&s;t to the Subjects: just to Monarchy.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> printed for <HI>L. C.</HI> near <HI>Fleet-bridge.</HI> 1680.</P>
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