emblems of death  
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.  
Defender of the True, and Apostolic 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 55 th'. Year of his Age. 1684/5  



Come,  
And  
Rain  
Of   

Consecrate your Eyes before you Weep,  
Afterwards, let not your Sorrow Sleep:  
Rivers down, of Mournful Tears, and true,  
Orient Pearl, but Occidental Hue:   

Let  
Under  
Since   

Lamentations give our Passions Vent,  
Unparallelled Discontent,  
Sovereign CHARLES can not our Grief prevent.   

Seditious  
Ere  
Care,  
Unheard,  
N onultra  
Dear, yet  
Urged,  
Sure   

S mec (at first) eclipsed his Sky;  
E ngland knew his Sovereignty:  
Cross, and Loss refined (by Britain's Blush,  
Unknown) him to a pure Nonplus.  
N on such Mournful Subjects Sings;  
D read Sovereign; Mirror of all Kings.  
Unawars, Nine Kingdoms he Subdued;  
Steadfast Press to Commonwealths Renewed:   

Mild,  
And  
Great,  
Not  
A neas   

Meek, yet Fierce, if once but set on Edge;  
Absolute, if much provoked to Rage:  
Good, and Just, as any Prince could be;  
National, nor Partial; yet was he  
equal; Tossed by Land and Sea.   

By  
R ebellions  
jars  
The  
As  
No   

B ritains Bane, he Storms did Undergo;  
Rout he quite did Overthrow:  
Intestine, at Home did vex him much;  
Terror and Relief of Dane and Dutch:  
A tlas high, yet as a Valley Low:  
New Event could Turn him to and fro:   

No  
In  
AEthereal   

Northern Mists could Darken his Bright Day:  
I reland none could make him lose his Way:  
Equity was all his Plea.   

Rebels  
Enhanse your.  
as X anthus  
And   

Retire, and Loyalists draw nigh;  
Eyes, with Sable Tears and cry,  
forced the Hellespont to Roar,  
X erxe's Army Landed on our Shore.     


Could Orphans Cries, or Widows Tears Prevail,  
Or Loyal Sighs our sudden 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 Sovereign 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 approached the Horizon.  
The Morning of his Age it was overcast,  
His Bright Star with Mar's Fiery Nose Oppressed;  
But 'ere his sun ascended the Noon Day,  
Both Clouds and Comets Vanished quite away:  
And ever since we borrowed splendent Rays  
Of Brightness, to add Luster to our Days.  
In Heaven-portending Prodigies I find  
Stargazers (in their Judgements) are but Blind;  
Since they did see the star that did Presage  
His Death, who was the Phoenix of his Age,  
Dazzled with Brightness of his Royal Sky,  
Applied it not unto his Majesty.   

But since our Sore, a Salve along doth bring,  
God Save Great JAMES, our second Sovereign KING.  
Let his Dominions Preface Black with White;  
Since Rising Phoebus dissipates our Night:  
Let Loyal Subjects than both Cry and Sing,  
Like Birds Revived in the returning Spring.  
Let Court and City Shout, and-make a Noise,  
And Loyal Sighs still Echo back Rejoice:  
Till Plotters all Conspiracies lay by,  
And Treason turn to purest Loyalty.    
P. K.   

London, Printed by George Croom, at the Sign of the Blue-Ball in Thames-street, over against Baynard's-Castle, 1685. 169.