THE Queen's Lamention  
OR, The most sad and mournful Complaint of her Sacred Majesty, the Queen of England, upon the death of her most dear and well Esteemed Son, the most Elustrious Prince, Henry Duke of Gloucester, 3d. Brother to our gracious King, Charles the 2d. Deceased the 13. of September, 1660. Carried over from France, by Sir James O Neal, Knight and Baronet; committed to the Press by his own Importuning desire.  
To the Tune of, Franklin.  
 

Sweet Heavens have been pleased  
of late to show  
How Stars and Comedies  
in mourning go,  
For my sweet Darling bright,  
Wherein was my delight,  
To Heaven took his flight,  
And left me here.   

Oh that his Charlot free  
had been so strong  
For to have taken me  
with him along;  
My sweet Clustrious Babe  
As ever woman had,  
His last good night have made,  
Opitty me.   

His Cr●mso●●ooks so sweet,  
his lily hand;  
Methinks I see him yet  
by me to stand,  
His shadow with me still  
My grieved heart doth kill.  
But unto Heavens will  
we must obey   

When late he was in France,  
his comely Grace  
My spirits did advance  
to see his face:  
And constant was to me  
A seemed Deity;  
Joy and Felicity  
I had in him   

the Second Part,  
to the same tune.  

HIs comely gestures fed  
me with delight,  
When that his person did  
appear in my sight,  
Whose Princely looks did fly  
Like Come●s from the s●y,  
‛ I would make a heart to 〈◊〉  
〈…〉 e.   

Why Heavens, were you 〈◊〉  
so with delight.  
To take my Prince so soon  
out from my sight:  
Methinks I see his Ghost,  
Swiftly to Heaven post,  
Dear Henry I have lost  
O pity me.   

His Princely piety,  
his godly zeal,  
The holy defties,  
would not conceal,  
But down from Heaven they  
Ascend in one d●y,  
And fetch my Dear away,  
O pity me.   

Angel's would have it so,  
for they decreed,  
He needs away must go,  
and withal speed,  
A Prince with them to be,  
In Ammortallity,  
For everlastingly  
With them to reign.   

Yet whatsoever place,  
I walk or stand,  
Methinks I see his face  
close by my hand,  
His shadow I do see,  
Wherever I shall be,  
Unto Eternity.  
He was so sweet.   

O let all Nations be  
sad for the Prince,  
For which no remedy  
cannot be since,  
Angels rejoice me know,  
While that me mourn below,  
To Heavens see me go  
Then to my Dear.   

O that I could but fly  
Like to the Dove,  
Even up to the Sky  
to find my Love.  
Then would I enter in  
Amongst the Cherubims,  
To see my d●arest friend  
That was so sweet   

O death why didst thou send  
Thy ●art so soon,  
Couldst thou not hold thy hand,  
fill I came home,  
To have received one smile  
From my own dearest child,  
Before his last exile,  
But now he's gone.   

O Heavens may you be  
to me so kind,  
And grant some remedy  
unto my mind,  
Which now oppressed is,  
My vitals doth deercase,  
My grief transcending is,  
O pity me   

When I to England shall  
now take my way,  
My comfort is but small;  
yet all my joy  
Is in this Gracious King,  
My blessing be on him,  
When I do come again,  
Lord succour me.     

LONDON, Printed for Charles Tyus on London-Bridge.