TO THE MOST HIGH AND PVISSENT
Prince Charles by the Grace of God, the first of
that name, and second Monarch of the whole Iland
of Great Britaine.
HIS VNDOVBTED ROYALTIES BEING VNITED VNDER
one and the same his most glorious Crowne, the Kingdomes
of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland;
Gods Immediate Vice-Gerent; Supreme head of all Persons,
and Defender of the true, ancient Christian Faith, in these his
Empires and Dominions.
Most
Mighty Monarch of this mourning Land,
Vpon the knees of my submissiue mind:
I begge acceptance at your Royall hand,
That my lamenting Muse may fauour finde.
My Gracious Master was so good, so kinde,
So iust, so much beloued neere and farre:
Which generally did Loue, and Duty binde
From all, and from me in particular.
But as your Maiesty vndoubted are,
The Heire vnto his Vertues and his Crowne:
I pray, that whether Heauen send Peace or Warre,
You likewise may inherit his Renowne.
And as Death strucke his Earthly Glory downe,
Left you in Maiesty, and mourning Chiefe:
Yet through the World apparantly 'tis knowne,
Your Sorrow is an vniuersall Griefe.
Let this recomfort then your Princely heart,
That in this Duty all men beares a part.
Your Maiesties most humble and obedient
Subiect and Seruant: Iohn Taylor.
