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</FIGURE> The Mournful SUBJECTS OR, The whole Nations Lamentation, from the Highe&s;t to the Lowe&s;t: <HI>Who did, with brini&s;h Tears, (the true &s;igns of Sorrow) bewail the Death of their mo&s;t Graci|ous Soveraign King, <HI>Charles</HI> the Second; who departed this Life <HI>Feb. 6th.</HI> 1684. And was interr'd in <HI>Westmin&s;ter-Abby,</HI> in King <HI>Henry</HI> the Seventh's Chappel, on <HI>Saturday</HI> Night la&s;t, be|ing the <HI>14th.</HI> day of the &s;aid Month; To the &s;ollid grief and &s;orrow of all his loving Sub|jects.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of, <HI>Troy Town;</HI> Or, <HI>The Dutche&s;s of Suffolk.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<L>TRrue Subjects mourn, &amp; well they may,</L>
<L>of each degree, both Lords and Earls;</L>
<L>Which did behold that Di&s;mal Day,</L>
<L>the Death of Princely Pious <HI>Charles:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Some thou&s;and weeping Tears did fall,</HI></L>
<L><HI>At his mo&s;t &s;ollid FUNERAL.</HI></L>
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<L>He was a Prince of Clemency,</L>
<L>who&s;e Love and Mercy did abound,</L>
<L>His Death may well lamented be,</L>
<L>through all the Nations <HI>Aeurope</HI> round:</L>
<L><HI>Unto the Ears of Chri&s;tian Kings,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His Death unwelcome Tydings brings.</HI></L>
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<L>All tho&s;e that ever thought him ill,</L>
<L>and did di&s;turb hi<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> in his Reign,</L>
<L>Let Horrour now their Con&s;cience fill,</L>
<L>and &s;trive &s;uch actions to refrain:</L>
<L><HI>For &s;ure they know not what they do,</HI></L>
<L><HI>The time will come when they &s;hall rue.</HI></L>
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<L>Now often Villains did de&s;ign</L>
<L>by Cruelty, his Blood to &s;pill,</L>
<L>Yet by the Providence Divine,</L>
<L>God would not let them have their will;</L>
<L><HI>But did pre&s;erve our Gracious King,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Under the &s;haddow of his Wing.</HI></L>
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<L>He griev'd his Soul while he was here,</L>
<L>when we wou'd not his Laws obey,</L>
<L>Therefore the Lord he was &s;evere,</L>
<L>and took our Gracious Prince away:</L>
<L><HI>We was not worthy to enjoy</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Prince whom Subjects would annoy.</HI></L>
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<L>In peace he did lay down his Head,</L>
<L>the Scepter and the Royal Crown,</L>
<L>His Soul is now to Heaven fled,</L>
<L>above the reach of Mortal frown:</L>
<L><HI>Where joy and Glory will not cea&s;e,</HI></L>
<L><HI>In pre&s;ence with the King of Peace.</HI></L>
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<L>Alas! we had our Liberty,</L>
<L>he never &s;ought for to devour,</L>
<L>By a V&s;urping Tyranny,</L>
<L>to Rule up <HI>Arbitrary Power:</HI></L>
<L><HI>No, no, in all his ble&s;&s;ed Reign,</HI></L>
<L><HI>We had no cau&s;e for to Complain.</HI></L>
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<L>Let Mourners now lament the lo&s;s</L>
<L>of him that did the Scepter &s;way,</L>
<L>And look upon it as a Cro&s;s,</L>
<L>that he from us is &s;natcht away:</L>
<L><HI>Though he is free from Care and Woe,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Yet we cannot forget him &s;o.</HI></L>
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<L>But &s;ince it was thy ble&s;&s;ed Will,</L>
<L>to call him from a &s;inful Land,</L>
<L>O let us all be thankful &s;till,</L>
<L>that it was done by thine own hand:</L>
<L><HI>No pitch of Honour can be free</HI></L>
<L><HI>From Death's U&s;urping Tyranny.</HI></L>
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<L>The Fourteen day of <HI>February,</HI></L>
<L>they did Interr our Gracious <HI>Charles</HI></L>
<L>His Funeral Solemnity,</L>
<L>accompanied with Lords and Earls:</L>
<L><HI>Four Dukes, I, and Prince <HI>George</HI> by Name,</HI></L>
<L>VVent next the KING, with all his Train.</L>
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<L>And thus they to the <HI>Abby</HI> went,</L>
<L>to lay him in his &s;ilent Tomb,</L>
<L>Where many inward Sighs was &s;pent,</L>
<L>to think upon their di&s;mal Doom:</L>
<L><HI>VVhole &s;howers of Tears afre&s;h there fell,</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVhen they beheld his la&s;t farewel.</HI></L>
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<L>Since it is &s;o that all mu&s;t dye,</L>
<L>and mu&s;t before our God appear,</L>
<L>O let us have a watchful eye,</L>
<L>over our Conver&s;ation here:</L>
<L><HI>That like Great <HI>Charles</HI> our King and Friend,</HI></L>
<L><HI>VVe all may have a happy end.</HI></L>
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<L>Let <HI>England</HI> by their Loyalty,</L>
<L>repair the Breach which they did make</L>
<L>And let us all Vnited be,</L>
<L>to Gracious <HI>lames,</HI> for <HI>Charles</HI> his &s;ake:</L>
<L><HI>And let there be no more Di&s;cord,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But Love the King, and fear the Lord.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> in <HI>Guilt-&s;pur-&s;treet.</HI></HI></P>
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