A Mournful Elegy On the Deplorable, and never enough to be Lamented Death, Of the Illustrious, and Serene Charles the II. King of Great-Britain, France, and Ireland, etc. [by Peter Ker] |
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A Mournful ELEGY, On the Deplorable, and never enough to be Lamented Death, Of the Illustrious, and Serene CHARLES the II. KING OF Great-Britain, France, and Ireland, &c.
Defender of the True, and Apostolick Faith; who Departed this Life, (and changed his Corruptible CROWN for an Uncorruptible,) on Friday the 6th of February, between 11. and 12. of the Clock, in the Forenoon, being the 55th. Year of his Age. 1684/5
Come, Consecrate your Eyes before you Weep,
And Afterwards, let not your Sorrow Sleep:
Rain Rivers down, of Mournful Tears, and true,
Of Orient Pearle, but Occidental Hew:
Let Lamentations give our Passions Vent,
Under Unparalleled Discontent,
Since Soveraign CHARLES can not our Grief prevent.
And Afterwards, let not your Sorrow Sleep:
Rain Rivers down, of Mournful Tears, and true,
Of Orient Pearle, but Occidental Hew:
Let Lamentations give our Passions Vent,
Under Unparalleled Discontent,
Since Soveraign CHARLES can not our Grief prevent.
Seditious Smec (at first) eclips'd his Skie;
Ere England knew his Soveraignity:
Care, Cross, and Loss refin'd (by Britains Blush,
Unheard, Unknown) him to a pure Nonplus.
Non ultra Non such, Mournful Subjects Sings;
Dear, yet Dread Soveraign; Mirrour of all Kings.
Urg'd, Unawars, Nine Kingdoms he Subdu'd;
Sure Stedfast Peace to Common-wealths Renew'd:
Ere England knew his Soveraignity:
Care, Cross, and Loss refin'd (by Britains Blush,
Unheard, Unknown) him to a pure Nonplus.
Non ultra Non such, Mournful Subjects Sings;
Dear, yet Dread Soveraign; Mirrour of all Kings.
Urg'd, Unawars, Nine Kingdoms he Subdu'd;
Sure Stedfast Peace to Common-wealths Renew'd:
Milde, Meek, yet Fierce, if once but set on Edge;
And Absolute, if much provok'd to Rage:
Great, Good, and Just, as any Prince could be;
Not National, nor Partial; yet was he
Ænea's Æqual; Toss'd by Land and Sea.
And Absolute, if much provok'd to Rage:
Great, Good, and Just, as any Prince could be;
Not National, nor Partial; yet was he
Ænea's Æqual; Toss'd by Land and Sea.
By Britains Bane, he Storms did Undergo;
Rebellious Rout he quite did Overthrow:
Iarrs Intestine, at Home did vex him mnch;
The Terrour and Relief of Dane and Dutch:
As Atlas high, yet as a Valley Low:
No New Event could Turn him to and fro:
No Northern Mists could Darken his Bright Day:
In Ireland none could make him loose his Way:
Æthereal Æquity was all his Plea.
Rebellious Rout he quite did Overthrow:
Iarrs Intestine, at Home did vex him mnch;
The Terrour and Relief of Dane and Dutch:
As Atlas high, yet as a Valley Low:
No New Event could Turn him to and fro:
No Northern Mists could Darken his Bright Day:
In Ireland none could make him loose his Way:
Æthereal Æquity was all his Plea.
Rebels Retire, and Loyalists draw nigh;
Enhanse yr. Eyes, with Sable Tears and cry,
as Xanthus forc'd the Helespont to Roar,
And Xerxe's Army Landed on our Shore.
Enhanse yr. Eyes, with Sable Tears and cry,
as Xanthus forc'd the Helespont to Roar,
And Xerxe's Army Landed on our Shore.
Could Orphans Cryes, or Widdows Tears Prevail,
Or Loyal Sighs our suddain Straok Assail;
Or Monarch's Groans recall our Dismal Fates,
Which Grief renews, and Joy Obliterates:
All Christian Kings in Europe then would cry
For Soveraign CHARLES, his Sacred Majesty.
'Tis Grief to see that he who did restore
Peace to so many Kingdoms, and the Whore
That's clad in Scarlet, should so soon be gone,
Before his Sun approach'd the Horizon.
The Morning of his Age it was o'recast,
His Bright Star with Mar's Fiery Nose Opprest;
But 'ere his Sun ascended the Noon Day,
Both Clouds and Comets Vanish'd quite away:
And ever since we borrow'd splendent Rayes
Of Brightness, to add Luster to our Days.
In Heaven-portending Prodegies I find
Star-Gazers (in their Judgements) are but Blind;
Since they did see the Star that did Presage
His Death, who was the Phænix of his Age,
Dazel'd with Brightness of his Royal Skie,
Appli'd it not unto his Majesty.
Or Loyal Sighs our suddain Straok Assail;
Or Monarch's Groans recall our Dismal Fates,
Which Grief renews, and Joy Obliterates:
All Christian Kings in Europe then would cry
For Soveraign CHARLES, his Sacred Majesty.
'Tis Grief to see that he who did restore
Peace to so many Kingdoms, and the Whore
That's clad in Scarlet, should so soon be gone,
Before his Sun approach'd the Horizon.
The Morning of his Age it was o'recast,
His Bright Star with Mar's Fiery Nose Opprest;
But 'ere his Sun ascended the Noon Day,
Both Clouds and Comets Vanish'd quite away:
And ever since we borrow'd splendent Rayes
Of Brightness, to add Luster to our Days.
In Heaven-portending Prodegies I find
Star-Gazers (in their Judgements) are but Blind;
Since they did see the Star that did Presage
His Death, who was the Phænix of his Age,
Dazel'd with Brightness of his Royal Skie,
Appli'd it not unto his Majesty.
But since our Sore, a Salve along doth bring,
God Save Great JAMES, our second Soveraign KING.
Let his Dominions Preface Black with White;
Since Rising Phœbus dissipates our Night:
Let Loyal Subjects then both Cry and Sing,
Like Birds Reviv'd in the returning Spring.
Let Court and City Shout, and make a Noise,
And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce:
Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by,
And Treason turn to purest Loyalty.
God Save Great JAMES, our second Soveraign KING.
Let his Dominions Preface Black with White;
Since Rising Phœbus dissipates our Night:
Let Loyal Subjects then both Cry and Sing,
Like Birds Reviv'd in the returning Spring.
Let Court and City Shout, and make a Noise,
And Loyal Sighs still Eccho back Rejoyce:
Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by,
And Treason turn to purest Loyalty.
P. K.
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