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, etc.  
BY PETER KER.  
Hic non est intus CAROLUS Quintus,  
Sed est Profundus CAROLUS Secundus.  
LONDON, Printed by G.C. for T.P. 1685.   

To the Author.  
Within this Mite is Comprehended more  
Than all the Pounds were Published heretofore.  
G. B.   

THE Mournful Mite.  
BEING A POEM On the Death of King CHARLES II.  

STANZA I.  
LAtely I looked up to promotions Sky;  
Where I did Espye  
The Sun and Moon of Britain's Church and State  
(Ah rigid Fate)  
Eclipsed in Majesty.   

II.  
Amazed I Sighed, and pried within the Scene,  
Beholding Charles-wain:  
The Via Làctea seemed 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 turned Tragical.   

iv  
I Sighed for Charles our King the Great and Good,  
And Cried a Loud:  
But (when I feared to sink in Seas of Grief)  
Found no Relief;  
Tears but increased the Flood.   

V  
Yet (when the Sable Curtain was laid by)  
I heard a Cry.  
Th' Eclipse not Total is (we trust)  
For now the Shadow Flies;  
And from the Phoenix precious Dust  
A Phoebus doth Arise:  
And then I wiped mine Eyes.   
FINIS.