The Mournful SUBJECTS
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The whole Nations Lamentation, from the Highest to the Lowest:
Who did, with brinish Tears, (the true signs of Sorrow) bewail the Death of their most Graci-
ous Soveraign King, Charles the Second; who departed this Life Feb. 6th. 1684. And was
interrd in Westminster-Abby, in King Henry the Sevenths Chappel, on Saturday Night last, be-
ing the 14th. day of the said Month; To the sollid grief and sorrow of all his loving Sub-
jects. To the Tune of, Troy Town; Or, The Dutchess of Suffolk.
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TRue Subjects mourn, & well they may,
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of each degree, both Lords and Earls;
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Which did behold that Dismal Day,
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the Death of Princely Pious Charles:
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Some thousand weeping Tears did fall,
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At his most sollid FUNERAL.
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He was a Prince of Clemency,
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whose Love and Mercy did abound,
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His Death may well lamented be,
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through all the Nations AEurope round:
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Unto the Ears of Christian Kings,
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His Death unwelcome Tydings brings.
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All those that ever thought him ill,
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and did disturb him in his Reign,
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Let Horrour now their Conscience fill,
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and strive such actions to refrain:
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For sure they know not what they do,
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The time will come when they shall rue.
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How often Villains did design
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by Cruelty, his Blood to spill,
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Yet by the Providence Divine,
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God would not let them have their will;
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But did preserve our Gracious King,
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Under the shaddow of his Wing.
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We grievd his Soul while he was here,
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when we woud not his Laws obey,
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Therefore the Lord he was severe,
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and took our Gracious Prince away:
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We was not worthy to enjoy
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The Prince whom Subjects would annoy.
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In peace he did lay down his Head,
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the Scepter and the Royal Crown,
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His Soul is now to Heaven fled,
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above the reach of Mortal frown:
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Where joy and Glory will not cease,
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In presence with the King of Peace.
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Alas! we had our Liberty,
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he never sought for to devour,
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By a Usurping Tyranny,
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to Rule by Arbitrary Power:
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No, no, in all his blessed Reign,
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We had no cause for to Complain.
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Let Mourners now lament the loss
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of him that did the Scepter sway,
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And look upon it as a Cross,
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that he from us is snatcht away:
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Though he is free from Care and Woe,
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Yet we cannot forget him so.
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But since it was thy blessed Will,
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to call him from a sinful Land,
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O let us all be thankful still,
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that it was done by thine own hand:
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No pitch of Honour can be free
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From Deaths Usurping Tyranny.
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The Fourteen day of February,
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they did Interr our Gracious Charles
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His Funeral Solemnity,
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accompanied with Lords and Earls:
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Four Dukes, I, and Prince George by Name,
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Went next the KING, with all his Train.
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And thus they to the Abby went,
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to lay him in his silent Tomb,
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Where many inward Sighs was spent,
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to think upon their dismal Doom:
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Whole showers of Tears afresh there fell,
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When they beheld his last farewel.
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Since it is so that all must dye,
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and must before our God appear,
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O let us have a watchful eye,
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over our Conversation here:
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That like Great Charles our King and Friend,
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We all may have a happy end.
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Let England by their Loyalty,
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repair the Breach which they did make;
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And let us all United be,
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to Gracious James, for Charles his sake:
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And let there be no more Discord,
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But Love the King, and fear the Lord.
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