GREAT BRITAIN'S SORROW For the Death of her late deceased all beloved Sovereign Lord King JAMES, Who died at his Manor of Theobalds', on Sunday, March 27. 1625. AND THE PEOPLE'S JOY In the welcome proclaiming of his undoubted Son, and our Liege Lord CHARLES King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, etc.  
 woodcut of the body of King James laid out and a gathered crowd  

HEre are two Figures of great Grief and joy:  
Each striving one the other to destroy:  
And as the one possesseth us with Grief,  
The other gives us Comfort and Relief.  
This unexpected and unwelcome Blow  
Caused brinish Tears our mourning Eyes o'erflow;  
Yet we have the Almighty's favour found,  
Who gave the Cure before he gave the Wound.  
This Good deceased example of Good Kings,  
Whose fair Renown throughout the whole world rings,  
The gem and jewel of Great Britain's Throne,  
Our Wise, Beloved, Prudent Solomon,  
The Scourge of Antichrist, whose Tongue and Penne  
Hath been inspired by God, admired by Men:  
When Blessed Peace was banished every where,  
He gave her Royal entertainment here:  
Full two and twenty years (that Heavenly Dove)  
He did embrace her in the Arms of Love..  
Peace (all his life) with Plenty stayed with him  
Whilst neighbour-Realms in bloody wars did swim.  
His Learning and his Charity was rare,  
Unmatched, as his Works do well declare.  
For Royal Majesty and Courtesy,  
For pious Zeal, and Liberality,  
He was the Paragon, and Patterne too,  
To guide all Princes how to speak and do.  
And having lost him, which way can we see  
How this great Damage may repaired be:  
O God, with thankfulness we make confession,  
Thou hast restored our joys, in his Succession;  
Rest gracious james, in Everlasting Rest,  
Whilst in thy blessed Offspring we are blest.  
Great Charles, our hope in thee, expels our fears,  
Revives our joy, our drooping spirits cheers:  
Thy Father's Sunset almost struck us dead,  
And by thy Rising we are comforted.  
O what a war of Grief and joy, within  
Each Subject's breast the conquest sought to win:  
At last our joy the victory did gain,  
For joy of Thee, Great Britain's Charlemain.  
When as the Peers of this lamenting Land  
Proclaimed thy Reign, thy Title, and Command,  
Then did the Air with Acclamations ring,  
God save Charles, Britain's, France, and Ireland's King.  
This was the sound of comfort, and the voice  
That made each sad and fearful heart rejoice.  
In Thee, we are made happy we confess,  
If we have grace to see our happiness.  
As thou art Heir unto Great james his Crown,  
So art thou to his virtues and Renown,  
In thee his goodness really is borne,  
His Crown and Qualities do thee adorn,  
So that this change is nothing but in Name,  
Th'Estate and the Perfection is the same.  
Long mayst thou imitate his actions still,  
T'advance the Good, and to suppress the Ill,  
That tracing in the footsteps of thy Sire,  
Thy name and fame all Nations may admire,  
Whilst Thou, the Glory of thy Diadem,  
Mayst be thy people's joy, and joy in Them.  
May no Conspiracies thy peace molest,  
May Antichristian Plots be all suppressed:  
May God and good men ever more befriend thee,  
And days of old Methashelah attend thee.   
Amen.