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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE Upon the Truly Worthy, and ever-to-be-remembred Loyal Gentleman, Captain WILL. BEDLOW, <HI>ENGLAD</HI>'s Deliverer, and the Scourge of <HI>ROME:</HI> Who Departed this Life on the 22 of this in&s;tant <HI>Augu&s;t;</HI> to the great Grief of all True Prote&s;tants. With an ACCOUNT of his PIOUS END.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>ALas! what &s;ullen Fate has hence convey'd</L>
<L>That Soul once Heaven-In&s;pir'd, who&s;e Wi&s;dom &s;tay'd</L>
<L>The baleful Mi&s;chiefs of Blood thir&s;ty <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>Baffl'd the Tyrannies, revers'd that Doome</L>
<L>Which over us like a black Tempe&s;t &s;pread,</L>
<L>Ju&s;t ready for to break on <HI>Albions</HI> head,</L>
<L>And from her Womb ten thou&s;and Murthers &s;hed?</L>
<L>Brave BEDLOW, he, who for his Country bold,</L>
<L>Di&s;dain'd the Traitor's Bribes, and &s;purn'd at Gold.</L>
<L>His Soul, more Noble &s;till, was bent on good,</L>
<L>Nor could he &s;ee Three Kingdoms &s;et in Blood,</L>
<L>But re&s;tle&s;s till he from far di&s;tance came,</L>
<L>The horrid deeds of darkne&s;s to proclaime,</L>
<L>Night-brooded &s;ecrets, fir&s;t contriv'd in Hell,</L>
<L>By which the Sacrifice of <HI>Britain</HI> fell,</L>
<L>Renowned GODFREY, who&s;e fre&s;h bleeding Wounds</L>
<L>The lowd Alarum to the Nations &s;ounds.</L>
<L>For whil&s;t to &s;tifle Trea&s;ons thus they try'd,</L>
<L>They lo&s;t their Aims, and Blood for vengeance cry'd</L>
<L>From this low Earth, and reach'd the lofty Skie,</L>
<L>Where his ble&s;s'd Soul wav'd in Eternity;</L>
<L>Then was the far renowned Captain &s;ent,</L>
<L>No doubt by him who rules Omnipotent,</L>
<L>Who &s;oon expell'd the gloomy &s;hades wherein</L>
<L>The horrid Crime &s;o late had acted been;</L>
<L>Unmask'd the blood-bedabl'd Traitors all,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t &s;ome they fled, the re&s;t did ju&s;tly fall,</L>
<L>Opening wider yet the fatal PLOT,</L>
<L>Which then by thou&s;ands was almo&s;t forgot.</L>
<L>New Villanies by him were brought to light,</L>
<L>In &s;uch dire &s;hapes as might the world afright;</L>
<L>Such as the cruel <HI>Seythiens</HI> blu&s;h to own;</L>
<L>Dire Trea&s;on, fit for Scarlet-<HI>Rome</HI> alone,</L>
<L>And by their <HI>Roman</HI> dre&s;s were only known.</L>
<L>Thus when they &s;aw all the deep Mines they made</L>
<L>As deeply Countermin'd, their Secrets laid</L>
<L>Open to th' vulgar eyes, and each &s;tart back,</L>
<L>Pale with dread horrour at the wondrous tract;</L>
<L>Down to Infernal Regions then they treat,</L>
<L>And would a price with Gold for &s;ilence beat;</L>
<L>Set Female-&s;nares our Heroe to intrap,</L>
<L>As <HI>Samp&s;on</HI> once was in a Harlots lap:</L>
<L>But his Heroick Soul di&s;dain'd a thing</L>
<L>So mean and ba&s;e; his care was for his KING</L>
<L>And COUNTRIE's &s;afety: for unto the la&s;t</L>
<L>He <HI>Rome</HI> defi'd, and did her Trea&s;ons bla&s;t;</L>
<L>Breath'd Piety, and did abhor her Crimes,</L>
<L>Repenting him &s;educ'd in former times;</L>
<L>Shedding of Tears that e're he did embrace</L>
<L>The Scarlet Strumpet with a Crim&s;on face,</L>
<L>That &s;acred blood of Saints and Martyrs dy'd,</L>
<L>Which had been &s;hed to &s;atiate her pride;</L>
<L>Di&s;covering till the utmo&s;t ga&s;p of breath,</L>
<L>And more had done, had not the Tyrant Death</L>
<L>Snatch'd hence his Soul, envious we &s;hould enjoy</L>
<L>One that would not permit him to de&s;troy</L>
<L>The many hundred thou&s;ands, which, had <HI>Rome</HI></L>
<L>Prevail'd, ere this had in a &s;ilent Tomb</L>
<L>Lain &s;lumbring till the final Trumpets call,</L>
<L>A prey for Death, to glut his Jaws withal.</L>
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<L>Oh Mourn, <HI>Great Britain,</HI> &s;ince brave BEDLOW'S lo&s;t,</L>
<L>And by a raging Feavour hence is to&s;s'd</L>
<L>Up to the Confines of Eternal day,</L>
<L>Among the ble&s;s'd for ever there to &s;tay.</L>
<L>He, at the T<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">errour of who&s;e Name the Pope</L>
<L>Oft trembling &s;tood, amaz'd, and lo&s;t his hope;</L>
<L>Whom all his haughty Agents dreaded more,</L>
<L>Than all be&s;ides that trod the Briti&s;h &s;hore.</L>
<L>Ours is the lo&s;s; whil&s;t they rejoyce, we grieve;</L>
<L>But 'tis in vain, when &s;orrow can't relieve:</L>
<L>Yet let us not de&s;pair, but all &s;ubmit</L>
<L>To what the wi&s;e Eternal God thinks fit:</L>
<L>He, though the worthy Hero's in his Grave,</L>
<L>Can rai&s;e up more, the &s;elf-&s;ame way to &s;ave;</L>
<L>Or can by other means defend the Throne</L>
<L>Of our ju&s;t Monarch, Heavens great Vice-roy known;</L>
<L>Confound their Helli&s;h Malice as at fir&s;t,</L>
<L>And rai&s;e Di&s;covery from brave BEDLOW'S du&s;t.</L>
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<HEAD>The EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>REader, behold this worthy Her&s;e, and Mourn;</L>
<L>'Tis his, who&s;e Noble Soul did dangers &s;corn;</L>
<L>His, who to &s;ave his Country brav'd proud <HI>Rome,</HI></L>
<L>And all her threats both pre&s;ent and to come.</L>
<L>Grateful for ever be his Memory;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t <HI>ENGLAND's</HI> Protestant, he cannot dye:</L>
<L>Though death to Natures debt has now laid claime,</L>
<L>To Everlasting lives his worthy Name.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed for <HI>Langley Curti&s;s.</HI> 1680:<ADD>27. Aug.</ADD></P>
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