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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the much Lamented Sir WILLIAM WALLER, Who Valiantly Hang'd Him&s;elf at <HI>Rotterdam.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>RI&s;e, Grim <HI>Alecto,</HI> ri&s;e ('tis fit to chu&s;e</L>
<L>For Helli&s;h matter an Infernal Mu&s;e:)</L>
<L>Thou who at <HI>Fox Hall</HI> did'&s;t In&s;pire tho&s;e Sots,</L>
<L><HI>Tongue, Oates</HI> and <HI>Kirby</HI> to Contrive their <HI>Plots;</HI></L>
<L>Who did'&s;t through wondrous Labarinths of Ill,</L>
<L>Conduct Sir <HI>Godfrey</HI> &s;afe to <HI>Primro&s;e-Hill;</HI></L>
<L>And by My&s;terious Ways, and Oaths mo&s;t quaint,</L>
<L>Of an Old Faggot made us a Young Saint:</L>
<L><HI>Plots</HI> thou can&s;t make and marr: Thou <HI>Stygian Whore</HI></L>
<L>A&s;&s;i&s;t me once! I'll ne'r invoke thee more.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Hell-born Dame A&s;&s;ents; Her Head &s;he &s;hakes,</L>
<L>Pregnant of <HI>Plots,</HI> and Pery wick'd with Snakes;</L>
<L>At her Right-Ear an <HI>Oates</HI> and <HI>Bedlow</HI> hung,</L>
<L>And at her Le&s;t <HI>Prance Everard</HI> and <HI>Tongue:</HI></L>
<L>Thus Gravely &s;he Recounts what the <HI>Curs'd El&s;e</HI></L>
<L>Sir <HI>Waller</HI> Confe&s;s'd, e're he Hang'd him&s;elf.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Good Father <HI>Fergu&s;on,</HI> quoth He, now I</L>
<L>Do mean to make Confe&s;&s;ion Verily.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When willing <HI>Senators</HI> wi&s;ely were afraid</L>
<L>Of Horrid Scare-crows, they Tem&s;elves had made;</L>
<L>When Chappel of St. <HI>Stephen,</HI> and Place of <HI>Peers,</HI></L>
<L>Were overflow'd with &s;udden Floods of Fears:</L>
<L>When Ea&s;ie Mortals &s;top'd their Ears and Eyes,</L>
<L>With Uncouth Tales, and Incoherent Lyes;</L>
<LG>
<L>When <HI>Knaves,</HI> and <HI>Thieves,</HI> and <HI>Cheats</HI> grew Rich by <HI>Plots,</HI></L>
<L>I wi&s;ely Wor&s;hip'd <HI>Bedlow</HI> and Great <HI>Oates;</HI></L>
<L>Becau&s;e I &s;carcely then was worth <HI>Ten Groats.</HI></L>
</LG>
<L>The&s;e my Right Worthy <HI>Patrons</HI> with great ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Soon made my Wor&s;hip <HI>Ju&s;tice of the Peace.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Arm'd with this Power (as if I had a <HI>Charter</HI></L>
<L>To Rob and Spoil) I gave no Mortal quarter.</L>
<L>Even Aged <HI>Matrons,</HI> in my nightly Trade,</L>
<L>I Grop'd; Such might be <HI>Prie&s;ts</HI> in <HI>Ma&s;querade:</HI></L>
<L>My Skill herein was great; I got the Start</L>
<L>Of Brother <HI>Chamberlain</HI> in his own Art.</L>
<L>And with my Co-Adjutors at my Tail,</L>
<L><HI>Gill, Merry, Jones, Snow, Chetwyn, Prance, Man&s;el;</HI></L>
<L>In Ob&s;cure <HI>Holes,</HI> and <HI>Lanes</HI> I Briskly Blunder'd,</L>
<L>And every <HI>Papi&s;t,</HI> that I found, I Plundr'd:</L>
<L>Even <HI>Prote&s;tants</HI> them&s;elves &s;cap'd not my <HI>Gynnes;</HI></L>
<L>Though they were <HI>Guelphs,</HI> their Goods were <HI>Gibell<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ns.</HI></L>
<L><HI>John Gadbury</HI>'s Maps and Globes were not Protected;</L>
<L>Such as I lik'd, were <HI>Popi&s;hly</HI> Affected.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now &s;ee me on a Steed, more big by far,</L>
<L>Then that my <HI>Rebel Sire</HI> Be&s;trid in War;</L>
<L>Towards <HI>Tuthil-fields</HI> the way I do Traver&s;e,</L>
<L>With a Rude Rout of Mi&s;creants at my Ar&s;e.</L>
<L>To th' <HI>Fields</HI> we come. Lo, Par&s;on <HI>Farringdon,</HI></L>
<L>Like a Brave <HI>Knipperdolling,</HI> Marches on,</L>
<L>With Hatt Erect on Cane ('twas to &s;eem Taller)</L>
<L>He Cryes; <HI>I'th' Name of Gad, a Waller, a Waller.</HI></L>
<L>As, when to warn men to <HI>Bear-Garden</HI> Plays,</L>
<L>Exalted <HI>Pugg</HI> from's <HI>Ro&s;inant</HI> Surveys</L>
<L>Attendant Crowds of <HI>Doggs, Thieves, Bums</HI> and <HI>Boyes,</HI></L>
<L>Expre&s;&s;ing in his Plea&s;ant Face his Joys:</L>
<L>Like <HI>Pugg</HI> look'd I, when <HI>Billing</HI> and his Blades</L>
<L>Denuded their Dull, Sullen, Loggerheads,</L>
<L>Throwing their Everla&s;ting Caps to th' Sky,</L>
<L>Bawling a <HI>Waller</HI> with a Full-mouth'd Cry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Environ'd with my <HI>Rogues</HI> I bent my Cour&s;e,</L>
<L>To Lady <HI>Dormer</HI>'s, where without Remor&s;e,</L>
<L>Spoons, Tankards, <UNCLEAR>Pictures</UNCLEAR>, Plates I took away,</L>
<L>(Alas &s;uch <HI>Popi&s;h Trinkets</HI> were ju&s;t Prey!)</L>
<L>And after narrow Search, like cunning <HI>Fox,</HI></L>
<L>I &s;eiz'd a <HI>Prie&s;t,</HI> hid in a Pepper-Box;</L>
<L>The <HI>Prie&s;t</HI> to <HI>Newgate</HI> had his <HI>Mittimus,</HI></L>
<L>The Box, being Silver, did belong to Us.</L>
<L>Then in <HI>New-Pallace-yard</HI> of <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter,</HI></L>
<L>I mo&s;t Couragiou&s;ly did make a Fire,</L>
<L>And, <HI>True-Di&s;&s;enter</HI> like, in zealous Scorn,</L>
<L>At Noon-day did my <HI>Saviours Picture</HI> Burn:</L>
<L>A worthy Prank of Reformation-work,</L>
<L>That out-does Father <HI>Jew,</HI> and Brother <HI>Turk;</HI></L>
<L>And tells the <HI>Chri&s;tian World</HI> I dur&s;t Act, what</L>
<L>My Grand &s;ire <HI>Pilate</HI> would have Blu&s;hed at.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With <HI>Gun,</HI> I and my Knaves to th' <HI>Savoy</HI> came;</L>
<L>Like Skilful Thieves in <HI>Pikerings</HI> Hou&s;e we Roam;</L>
<L><HI>Clo&s;ets</HI> and <HI>Trunks</HI> we break; one did unfold</L>
<L>Full Four&s;core Pieces of <HI>Egyptian</HI> Gold:</L>
<L>Good <HI>Quids,</HI> quoth I; my Brethren, not a word;</L>
<L>All this is Ours; we're People of the Lord:</L>
<L>This <HI>Gun,</HI> we Bought i'th' <HI>Minories,</HI> 'tmu&s;t be laid,</L>
<L>And we mu&s;t find't out in <HI>Pikering</HI>'s Bed.</L>
<L>Then Early in the Morning, let's repair</L>
<L>To tell our <HI>Patriots</HI> at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter:</HI></L>
<L>(Not of the Four&s;core Pounds we Stole in Gold)</L>
<L>That <HI>Pikering</HI>'s <HI>Gun</HI> is Found, and in Safe hold;</L>
<L>This <HI>Gun,</HI> clos'd up in Feather-Bed &s;o dark,</L>
<L>That Dextrous <HI>Gunner</HI> us'd in <HI>James</HI>'s-<HI>Park:</HI></L>
<L>And, if their Honours <HI>Vote</HI> to have't laid by,</L>
<L>'Twill &s;erve a <HI>Surer Marks-man</HI>
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="foot">Rumbold.</NOTE> <HI>with one Eye.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Sancha-Pancha <HI>Prance</HI> and I, in <HI>Lent</HI></L>
<L>A Journey took to <HI>Newark</HI> upon <HI>Trent;</HI></L>
<L>To &s;eize Old <HI>Beddingfield,</HI> who like a Fop</L>
<L>For&s;ook's quiet Grave to keep a Ribbon-Shop:</L>
<L>He was grown Young again; &s;ay what ye will,</L>
<L>The&s;e Cunning <HI>Je&s;uits</HI> will be <HI>Je&s;uits</HI> &s;till:</L>
<L>The <HI>Mayor</HI> and <HI>We</HI> Rob'd him of all his Things,</L>
<L>Two Spoons, one Old Plate, Hor&s;e, Ribbons, Gloves, Rings.</L>
</LG>
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<L>But why &s;hould I my Mighty Deeds declare?</L>
<L>I'll Hang my &s;elf now in this wild De&s;pair.</L>
<L>Why do I Live? Brave <HI>Anthony</HI> is gone,</L>
<L>And <HI>E&s;&s;ex</HI> with his Razor cryes, Ah <HI>Hone!</HI></L>
<L>Bold <HI>Walcot</HI>'s Hang'd, and clo&s;e behind his Breech,</L>
<L>Stands Noble <HI>Ru&s;&s;el</HI> making a <HI>True Speech:</HI></L>
<L>All-killing <HI>Arm&s;trong</HI> and Bold <HI>Gray</HI> are Fled;</L>
<L>Prince <HI>Monmouth</HI> Sneaks, and dares not &s;how his Head.</L>
<L>All's Lo&s;t; Go <HI>Fergu&s;on,</HI> get a Rope, go, go;</L>
<L>Here's a Convenient Beam will &s;erve Us Two:</L>
<L>Then at one Swing him&s;elf Sir <HI>Waller</HI> Hurl'd,</L>
<L>To's Fellow-Traytors in the other World.</L>
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<P>Printed by <HI>N. Y.</HI> at the Entrance into the <HI>Old-Spring-Garden,</HI> 1683.</P>
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