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<P>MEMENTO MORI:</P>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY, On the Death of Algernon Sidney <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> Who was found Guilty of HIGH-TREASON, AND Beheaded at <HI>Tower-Hill</HI> on <DATE><HI>Friday</HI> the <HI>7th</HI> of <HI>December,</HI> 1683.</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER><DATELINE><DATE><ADD>7. Dec. 1683</ADD></DATE></DATELINE></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>WOnder not (Reader) if you here de&s;cry</L>
<L><HI>Satyr</HI> u&s;urp the place of <HI>Elegy;</HI></L>
<L>No deep fetch't &s;ighs, no tears, nor mournful Ver&s;e,</L>
<L>Mu&s;t e're attend an old Rebellious Her&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>Traytors</HI> like &s;tately Tapers &s;et on high,</L>
<L>Blaze for a while, then dwindle, &s;tink, and Dye.</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Apo&s;tate Angel</HI> &s;ince from <HI>Heaven</HI> he fell,</L>
<L>Smells of th' loath&s;om, &s;ulphurous &s;tench of <HI>Hell,</HI></L>
<L>An odious wretched Name is &s;till the fate</L>
<L>Of Rebell man, when e're he proves ungrate.</L>
<L><HI>Ungratefull Sidney!</HI> See the ill &s;ucce&s;s</L>
<L>Of <HI>Rampant</HI> and Triumphant wickedne&s;s!</L>
<L>Ju&s;tly the Ax mu&s;t cut his thred of Life</L>
<L>Who vainly &s;pent his Three&s;core Years in &s;trife.</L>
<L>When Traytors pul&s;es beat &s;o wondrous high,</L>
<L>To bloud a Vein is the &s;ecure&s;t way.</L>
<L>An old &s;tanch't <HI>Rebel,</HI> cur&s;ed at his Birth,</L>
<L>A Foe to <HI>Heaven,</HI> and a Plague to <HI>Earth.</HI></L>
<L>Early in <HI>Trea&s;on</HI> he began t' excel,</L>
<L>Wou'd in his Cradle &s;cratch, bite, and Rebel.</L>
<L>As &s;trength encreas'd, &s;o Spite and Malice reign'd,</L>
<L>And &s;till prevail'd o're his ill temper'd mind.</L>
<L>Fierce was his humour, furious was his Zeal,</L>
<L>A fond admirer of a <HI>Common-weal,</HI></L>
<L>This made the <HI>Rebell Saint</HI> with cur&s;ed Sword,</L>
<L>In wrath, pur&s;ue the <HI>Anointed</HI> of the <HI>Lord.</HI></L>
<L>His Lawful <HI>King</HI> in all things he with&s;tood,</L>
<L>Till now n'ere cloy'd with ful&s;om draughts of bloud,</L>
<L>Then farewel <HI>Sidney!</HI> now expect no more</L>
<L>To &s;port and roll in <HI>Royal</HI> Purple gore.</L>
<L>All your Rebellious cheats mu&s;t have an end,</L>
<L>For <HI>Heaven</HI> its <HI>Vicegerent</HI> will defend.</L>
<L>Th' <HI>Almighty Thunder</HI> ju&s;tly when he nods.</L>
<L>Shakes the proud Fabric of the&s;e <HI>Demi-Gods.</HI></L>
<L>Republic Mon&s;ters that wou'd <HI>Heaven</HI> invade,</L>
<L>By's pow'rfull word with <HI>Earth</HI> are levell made.</L>
<L>Gigantic <HI>Commonwealth</HI>'s Men thus are hurl'd,</L>
<L>From di&s;tant Sky's, into the lower World.</L>
<LG>
<L>Learn then by <HI>Sidney</HI>'s fate, the Factious Crew</L>
<L>Good, Hone&s;t, Loyal methods to pur&s;ue</L>
<L>Nor &s;eek another <HI>Sov'ragn</HI> to undoe;</L>
</LG>
<L>If once you're pardon'd &s;hew your penitence,</L>
<L>No more &s;uch ba&s;e, vile wretches to commence,</L>
<L>But if you are re&s;olv'd to be perver&s;e</L>
<L>Then gall and <HI>Satyr</HI> &s;hall be mixt in Ver&s;e.</L>
<L>For tho&s;e who're apt to murmur and Rebel</L>
<L>No Lecture's fit for them but Death, and <HI>Hell.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>The EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>REader, if</HI> Whig <HI>thou art, thou'lt laugh</HI></L>
<L>At this in&s;ipid <HI>EPITAPH.</HI></L>
<L>Oh fye! get Onions for thine Eyes,</L>
<L>For here thy Patron <HI>Sidney</HI> lyes.</L>
<L>But where's his wandring Spirit gone,</L>
<L>Since here he &s;uff'red <HI>Martyrdom</HI>?</L>
<L>To Heaven. Oh! it cannot be,</L>
<L>For Heaven is a Monarchy.</L>
<L>Where then I pray? To Purgatory.</L>
<L>That's an idle,<HI>Romi&s;h</HI> Story.</L>
<LG>
<L>Such <HI>Saints</HI> as he can't go to <HI>Hell</HI>?</L>
<L>Where is he gone I prithee tell,</L>
<L>The Learned &s;ay t' <HI>Achitophel.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed by <HI>George Croom,</HI> at the <HI>Blew-Ball</HI> in <HI>Thames-&s;treet,</HI> over again&s;t <HI>Baynard</HI>'s <HI>Ca&s;tle,</HI> 1683.</P>
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