Sorrowful SUBJECT,
Or, Great-Brittains Calamity.
Shewing , The great Grief, Care, and Sorrow, that possessed the Loyal Subjects of
England, for the loss of the most Illustrious PRINCE
CHARLES the Second:
Who departed this Life on Feb . the 6th. 1684 . to the great Astonishment
and Lamentation of the whole Nation.
To the Tune of, Troy Town.
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H Ow England is opprest with grief,
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no tongue is able to express,
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Yet knows not how to find relief,
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such is her dreadful heaviness:
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For cruel Death with his cold Dart,
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Hath pierc'd Great Charles his tender heart .
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Great England 's Monarch, [e?]rt thou dead!
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that fill'd the world with such Renown?
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They Princely Soul to Heaven is fled,
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to wear an Everlasting Crown:
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Great pitty 'tis that Death's cold Dart,
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Should prick our Soveraign to the heart .
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Whole showers of tears for thee were spent
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and Men distracted seem'd to be,
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But 'twas too late for to lament,
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such was thy cruel Destiny:
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That Death with his all-killing Dart,
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Did prick and pierce, etc.
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To lose thy Royal Father dear,
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to England was a Judgement sore,
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And griev'd his Subjects many a Year,
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whose hapless fate did deplore:
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But now grim Death with his cold Dart,
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Hath prick'd and pierc'd, etc.
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Yet when the rumour once was spread,
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which brought the tydings of thy death,
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Thy Subjects were astonished,
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and could not speak for want of breath:
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But mourn'd that Death's all-killing Dart
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Should prick and pierce, etc.
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No prince more dearly was belov'd,
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then Charles the Great, for many a year,
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No Prince more suddenly remov'd,
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from those who lov'd their King so dear:
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For now grim Death with his cold Dart,
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Hath prick'd and pierc'd, etc.
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Vallys of Sighs are spent in vain,
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yet do thy Subjects goodness show,
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Tho' Rich and Poor, and all complain,
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'tis to no purpose well they know:
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Since cruel Death with his cold Dart,
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Hath prick'd, etc .
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How did we wish for to enjoy
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our Soveraign Prince for many a year
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But Fortune did our hopes destroy,
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by snatching him we lov'd so dear:
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And cruel Death with his cold Dart;
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Hath pierc'd Great Charles his Princely heart.
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Yet this to us some comfort brings,
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and helps us in our sad distress;
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Thou now art with the King of Kings,
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and blest with lasting Happiness:
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Tho's cruel Death with his cold Dart,
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Did pierce, etc.
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Let Rich and Poor where-e're they be,
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prepared be to meet with Death;
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For he will come assuredly,
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to stop each sinful mortals breath:
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'Twas he with his none-sparing Dart,
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Did pierce Great Charles his Princely hea[rt.]
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FINIS.
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