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An elegy upon the late blessed monarch King Charles II and two panegyricks upon Their present sacred Majesties, King James and Queen Mary written by Mr. Durfey.
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.
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1685
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AN ELEGY UPON THE LATE BLESSED MONARCH King CHARLES II. AND TWO PANEGYRICKS UPON THEIR Present Sacred MAJESTIES King JAMES AND Queen MARY Written by Mr. Durfey LONDON Printed for Io. Hindmarsh at the Black Bull in Cornhill MDCLXXXV AN ELEGY On the Late Great and Godlike Monarch King CHARLES II. I. CAn Grief be by no sadder signs Express'd Than flowing Eyes deep Sighs or throbbing Breasts Will Nature no Convulsions give to prove Our Loyal Sorrow and our dutious Love Ah! Can such trifling Fortune be our part When deadly pangs can break a Royal heart Nay then it needs must be Then then I plainly see Fate mocks us with the fall of Sacred Majesty II. Proud Rebel Fate that shew'st thy haughty sway On Kings as if they were but Common Clay Thou Lawless Thief tâ—â—t Rob'st the Land of more Than Heaven without a Wonder can restore Why couldst thou not content thy self with me And Thousands more to glut thy Cruelty That should unpitied fall Was this Revenge too small Ah Tyrant at one stroke thou hast unsoul'd us all III. Now all the Groaning Land with Ghosts is stor'd Sickly and pale we mourn for our dear Lord Weak bodies droop about of no esteem Our Souls are buried in the Vault with him Him who our Substance and our Being was Who like the Sun gave Light to every place His Goodness every where And Fame spread far and near And still the more you heard the more you wish'd to hear IV. True Wit unwasted still did in him Reign Often he spoke but never spoke in vain His Charming Tongue inspir'd the wondring Ear And Oracles ne'r ceas'd whilst he was here Such sweetness still his sacred Genius crown'd That we both Pleasure and Instruction found Ah now my Eyes run o'r I melt into a shower To think so Just so Gracious and so Good alas must be no mâ—â—â— V. But why no more His Fame can never die That will be endless as Eternity Beyond the Sun in the third Heaven appear Where now he sits the brightest Angel there The Hierarchy with Reverence bow down To a glory that so far Excels their own And every Cherub sings The Deeds and wondrous things Of Charles the best of Saints in Heaven on Earth the best of Kings VI. Near the bright Persons of the Trinity He does His Mighty Predecessors see Great Tudor with Majestick Glory Crown'd And IAMES and sacred CHARLES encompass him around Whilst thus the blessed Martyr Greets his Son First-born of all my Joys that long hast run Life's tedious Rugged Race In that Ingrateful Place Ah welcome welcome now to thy Eternal Throne VII A Throne where now he sits Exalted high Scorning the dross of base Mortality Rapt in Seraphick thought his Soul 's employ'd To reap fierce Pleasure ne'r before enjoy'd Oh glorious Spirit what sublimity In Heaven or Earth can ever equal thee What Art now wilt thou use Ah poor Enervate Muse T' express our Grief and count the Treasure that we lose VIII Methinks the very Seasons all should mourn Their Ornaments like us to Sables turn Spring should lay by her gay and blooming Suits And Summer scorch with Dog-days all her Fruits But Winter should its Cloudy sway maintain Chill'd with cold sighing Winds and weeping Rain As Tribute duly paid To the sad gloomy Shade The Consecrated Vault where that Great Man was laid IX Yet see the Sun in splendid glory shines The Sky's serene and Balmy gentle Winds Dance round the mourning Globe as if they knew Our Griefs unreasonable or untrue The Plants bud forth and fragrant Roses grow Has Nature then no sympathy in woe Ah yes but this is sign Though Mortal Powers combine Earth has alas no force to change Decrees Divine X. Since then what 's lost can ne'r return agen Adieu thou best of Masters best of Men Thy Glory did so near Perfection come God would no longer let thee stay from Home Or wast thy time in a Rebellious Land When Worlds of Angels sue for thy Command To thy dear Brother we Now bow the humble Knee And bless the mighty King of Kings that he is part of thee TO THE KING A PANEGYRICK FRom Gloomy Clouds the dreadful Rain did pour United Streams made the vast Torrent roar Thus God for Sin once punish'd Man before But long the Sacred Vengeance did not last The Bow was fix'd to shew the Storm was past And after to the World a Saviour given To purge our Crimes and teach the way to Heaven So when the Joy and Genius of mankind Great Godlike CHARLES his precious Soul resign'd Heaven to dry up the Deluge of our Woe Gave us a Second Saviour Sir in You In whom Your Royal Father's Vertues move And Brother's Candour Clemency and Love Thus whilst our Loyal Breasts a Tribute pay And mourn for him Your Blest Indulgent Sway Creates new hopes our Grief to Joy converts You stop our gushing Eyes and heal our bleeding Hearts Within Your Soul all Blooming Vertues spring That Bless a Nation or should Grace a King And timely through Your fertile Kingdoms shoot Whilst Your glad Subjects reap the welcome fruit The Grateful Treasure fills your bounteous heart 'T is all in all and all in every part Your former Valour in Your Realms Defence Shews us what England owes to such a Prince Whose Early Will did to our safety tend And knows both how to govern and defend A Churlish race that once Your Cause betraid So vast their Debt is and so little paid Methinks I see the Imperial Banner spread And English Troops to Fame and Conquest led Whilst the Collossus that did once appear Striding the narrow Seas with one Foot here Shrinks back in hast nor dares he further come Lest to his shame he should go halting home Prophetick Spirits had the Bards of old That the events of Times to come foretold Victorious Henry their Presagings tri'd And France felt then first punishment for Pride But Sir Your Glory none pretends t' inspire What soars above the Skies need mount no higher Brave is Your Soul and Glorious each Design 'T is Sin to pry too far in Mysteries Divine Your Justice England ought to know and fear A Royal Justice generously severe Your Mercy even out-does Example past Who was more wrong'd yet who forgave so fast Not gracious Charles himself more tenderness Exprest And who such awful Justice does Retain And knows to pity well knows how to Reign From every part the conscious Converts come Converts I hope but will not swear for some And stew their doubtful Faces in the Room With eager hast Your Royal Hand they seize Fall at Your Feet and thump their tardy Knees Whilst You like David the Penitents restore Forgive their faults and bid 'em Sin no more So have I seen the late dread Caesar oft When diseas'd Wretches were before him brought Noisome Infection running through their Veins Plagu'd with their Sores and Crippled with their pains Sit amongst Men like a descended God With