THE Mournful Mite: Or the TRUE SUBJECT'S SIGH.
On the Death of the ILLUSTRIOUS And SERENE CHARLES II. KING Of Great-Britain, France, and Ireland, &c.
BY PETER KER.
Hic non est intus
CAROLUS Quintus,
Sed est Profundus
CAROLUS Secundus.
LONDON, Printed by G.C. for T.P. 1685.
THE Mournful Mite.
BEING A POEM On the Death of King CHARLES II.
STANZA I.
LAtely I look'd up to promotions
Skie;
Where I did Espye
The
Sun and
Moon of
Britains Church and
State
(Ah rigid Fate)
Eclips'd in Majesty.
II.
Amaz'd I Sigh'd, and pry'd within the Scene,
Beholding
Charles-wain:
The
Via Làctea seem'd to shrink away;
Night acted Day,
And Tears did flow Amain.
III.
I went to
Black, but formerly
White-Hall,
To know th' Original:
In
Threnodyes they
Sung; Our Royal Head
Is Cold and Dead;
Our Pomp turn'd Tragical.
IV.
I Sigh'd for
Charles our
King the
Great and
Good,
And Cry'd a Loud:
But (when I fear'd to sink in Seas of Grief)
Found no Relief;
Tears but increas'd the Flood.
V.
Yet (when the Sable Curtain was laid by)
I heard a Cry.
Th' Eclips not Total is (we trust)
For now the Shadow Flies;
And from the Phaenix
precious Dust
A Phoebus
doth Arise:
And then I wip'd mine
Eyes.
FINIS.