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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	charles_n	france_n	king_n	6,990	5	4.4672	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A55257	A poem on the most deplorable death of the Mighty Monarch, Charles II, King of England, Scotland, France, and Ireland	Loyal P. E. N.; Shadwell, Thomas, 1642?-1692.	1685 (1685)	Wing P2701; ESTC R8472	1,715	4

A POEM On the Most Deplorable Death of the Mighty MONARCH CHARLES II. King of England Scotland France and Ireland COuld I compose my thoughts and now bethink Or keep my Eyes from blubbering my Ink Could Passion let me speak or Grief forbear To let my Tongue go on without a Tear Could I have respite but to wipe mine Eyes A little to compose sad Elegies Something perhaps my loaded Soul might vent Something might flow from Spirits that are pent But now confusion my sad Soul o're-whelms When the Great Monarch of three mighty Realms The Second CHARLES lies Dead Oh here Who can Go on to speak of such a Royal Man What Pen so ready What Tongue so eloquent Invention good or mind is so intent That dares to offer at the least worthy praise Of him or can his broken fancy raise To write or speak or him enough and fit Is sure beyond the reach of Humane Wit Yet Love and Loyalty amongst the rest Will make me croude my lines tho' not the best His Sacred MAJESTY let all bemoan His Death the best do it best but let none Forbear the Tribute of a mournful Verse To lay upon their Gracious Sovereign's Herse Startle ye Princes o' th' Earth let the News Of the Death of Great Britains KING infuse Such melancholy Thoughts such Changes make Within your Breasts may make your Hearts to ake Doth Englands KING lie breathless Ah! Who then Is free from Fate among the Sons of Men The Glories of your Birth and State must end Your strongest Force and Royal Limbs must bend To the King of Terrors your loftiest thought Will perish in that day and come to nought Millions of Wishes prayers and long live Cannot Death 's Fatal Stroke i' th' least retreive Is CHARLES the Second Dead A Prince whose life Was full of Wonders Peace but little Strife A Prince that at whose Birth was never heard So strange a thing at Noon a Starr appear'd Heaven thereby denoting such strange things To him not common unto other Kings And so miraculous have been e're since And Great the doings of wise Providence The Royal Oake a story still will tell To the World of wonders and so will Boscobell His sufferings in his Exile and Distress Long time beyond the Seas will say no less The Fury of his Foes their Usurpation Decrees against him yet his Preservation Are full of great Remarks and Admiration But yet a greater Miracle was May The second Joyful Nine and Twentieth Day When that again he was restor'd and brought Forth as it were again beyond the thought of Mortals without spilling any Blood Or by his Enemies i' th' least withstood And still how prosperous have been his Days His Government easie peaceable his ways Gentle his Reign Gracious and Merciful To those that would not wilful Vengeance pull O' th' Law upon them and yet ev'n to those Children he would be kind of such his Foes Careful of 's people in 's Life and at his Death Enjoyning their Well-fare with his latest Breath Weep not then if you can you that don't love Monarchy yet can't so ill-natur'd prove But you will grieve for him per force and say Surely a Gracious KING is dead to Day A Prince whose Royal and Heroick Worth Can no more followed be than pattern'd forth And see how freely all his Subjects come To bring their Tears and pungent Sorrows home There needs no Summons the wants to Collect The Tribute of their Eyes that with respect To neither Bounds nor Measures over-flows Th' Exchequer and no narrow limits knows The Court the City Country all look sad Who sees a Face that merry is or glad The Mourners ev'ry where do pass the street And with their mutual Sorrows others greet A sadder time these Islands never knew Since wretched Rebel 's Royal Father slew And thus ends the Life and so concludes the Reign Of Great Brittains Mighty Prince Charlemaign But are our Comforts now all gone Is there No other Sun within our Hemisphere Is CHARLES now in his Wain And doth no other Bright Starr appear Behold his Illustrious Brother And lawful Successor drying our Tears Cheering our Hearts taking away false fears A Prince no Novice but Wise approved Experienc'd and of the best beloved Sprung of the same great Stock and Royal Race Sharer in exile troubles and disgrace Allotted now by Heaven to take a Close Of Royal Dignity in spight of 's Foes And after 's Brother now to wear the Crown Tho' misled Zealots would have pull'd him down IAMES the Second's in CHARLES the Seconds stead As CHARLES the First did IAMES the First succeed IAMES and CHARLES and CHARLES and IAMES do twine And in two parts do make one Royal Line And in that Line may England ever be Both happy now and to Posterity By a Loyal p. E. N. LONDON Printed by E. Mallet 1685.