England's Sorrow For the Death of his late Majesty King CHARLES the II. Of Blessed Memory. UNsluce your Tears for Shame: what can you keep Your Eyes within their Sockets, and not Weep? Have we a Jewel lost, more worth by far Than Africa and both the Indies are? And can you stop the Currant of your Tears, And not Beflood yourselves o'er Head and Ears? O Fie! fall down before his holy Shrine, And weep as fast as ever it did Rain, Stamp, and with Tears inundate all your Cheeks, And split his very Marblestone with Streeks; For we have lost that lovely Silver Dove, Which was a Pledge of God Almighty's Love: 'Tis Flown away; and left its Corporal Ark, (Until the Resurrection) in the Dark: Our splended Sun is Set, and gone away, And ne'er will Rise again till Judgement Day: The Meekest, Sweetest, and the Best of Kings, Is mounted on a pair of Angels Wings; And by a Summon sent from God) is gone To set upon the Everlasting Throne: O! that I might (if it but Lawful were) Whisper with Reverence at his Sacred Ear, And ask if he in earnest had his Breath Stopped by the Handkerchief of Saucy Death; I can't believe it was; sure 'tis a Lye. The Elect shall only Changed be, not Die: And he I'm confident was one of those Who being almost free from Sin was Chose: And so he did not Die as some Report, But went a Live to the Celestial Court; There to receive (stead of a fading Crown) One that I'm sure will never Tumble Down. Therefore (when we perpend his Happiness, If we do Mourn) we ought to Mourn the less: For (though fond Nature bids us Weep a while, When we consider that) we ought to Smile. Truly (to Mourn no more) I hold it Best; Come draw his Curtains close, and let him Rest: Tho he is gone, yet he has left in's stead The Bravest Prince that ever wore a Head: Long may he Live to wear the Crown and Flourish, Till all his Enemies Fret, Pine and Perish. by J. Knap, Me. Dr. LONDON, Printed by 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 at the Sign of the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in Thomas street, over against Baynards-Castle. 1685.