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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGIE On the never to be forgotten Sir Thomas Arm&s;trong Knight; Executed for Con&s;piring the Death of His mo&s;t Sacred Maje&s;ty, and Royal Brother, <DATE><HI>June</HI> 20. 1684.</DATE> With &s;ome Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>STand forth ye damn'd deluding Prie&s;ts of <HI>Baal,</HI></L>
<L>And found from out each Trumpet Mouth a Call</L>
<L>Let it be loud and &s;hrill, that ev'ry Man</L>
<L>May hear the noi&s;e, from <HI>Beer&s;heba</HI> to <HI>Dan;</HI></L>
<L>To &s;ummon all the Faction, that they may</L>
<L>In doleful <HI>Hums</HI> and <HI>Haws,</HI> bewail this day,</L>
<L>And to their Ju&s;t Confu&s;ion howl and roar,</L>
<L>For the great <HI>Bully</HI> of their <HI>Cau&s;e,</HI> is now no more.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now methinks I hear the Faction cry,</L>
<L><HI>Ohone!</HI> Where's all thy Pomp and Gallantry?</L>
<L>Thy Great Commands, thy Intere&s;t and thy State?</L>
<L>The many Crouds which did upon thee wait?</L>
<LG>
<L>When thou like <HI>Atlas</HI> on thy &s;houlders bore,</L>
<L>That mighty World which we &s;o much adore</L>
<L>(That Pageant Heroe, Off-&s;pring of a Whore.)</L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Behold ye &s;tubborn Crew, the certain Fate</L>
<L>That waits upon the hardened Reprobate.</L>
<L>See; the effects of Trea&s;on's Terrible,</L>
<L>In this life Infamy, and i'th' next a Hell,</L>
<L>While Heav'n attends on Kings with &s;pecial Care,</L>
<L>The Traitor to him&s;elf becomes a &s;nare:</L>
<L>Drove out like <HI>Cain,</HI> to wander through the World,</L>
<L>By his own thoughts into Di&s;traction hurl'd,</L>
<L>De&s;pis'd by all, perplext with hourly fear,</L>
<L>And by his Friends pu&s;h't like the hunted Deer,</L>
<L>Like a mad Dog, &s;till houted as he ran,</L>
<L>A ju&s;t Reward for th' ba&s;e Rebellious man.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>How often has kind Heaven pre&s;erv'd the Crown,</L>
<L>And tumbled the Audacious Rebel down?</L>
<L>How many Warnings have they had of late?</L>
<L>How often read their own impending Fate?</L>
<L>That &s;till they dare their wicked Acts pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>And know what Heaven has ordain'd their due?</L>
<L>That man who cou'd not reas'nably de&s;ire</L>
<L>To rai&s;e his Fortunes, and his Glories higher,</L>
<L>Who did enjoy, unto a wi&s;h, &s;uch &s;tore,</L>
<L>That all his Ance&s;tors &s;carce heard of more,</L>
<L>Shou'd by his own procuring fall &s;o low,</L>
<L>As if he'd &s;tudy'd his own overthrow,</L>
<L>Looks like a &s;tory yet without a Name,</L>
<L>And may be &s;til'd the fir&s;t <HI>Novel</HI> in Fame?</L>
<L>So the fam'd Angels, Turbulent as Great,</L>
<L>Who always waited 'bout the Mercy-Seat,</L>
<L>De&s;iring to be &s;omething yet unknown,</L>
<L>Blunder'd at all, and would have gra&s;pt the Crown,</L>
<L>Till Heaven's Great Monarch, &s;aw they wou'd Rebel,</L>
<L>Then da&s;ht their Hopes, and damn'd them down to Hell.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<LG>
<L>And now methinks I &s;ee to th'fatal place</L>
<L>A Troop of <HI>Whiggs</HI> with Faction in each Face,</L>
<L>And Red-&s;woln Eyes, moving with mournful pace,</L>
</LG>
<L>Pitying the Mighty <HI>Samp&s;on</HI> of their Cau&s;e,</L>
<L>Cur&s;e their Fates, and Railing at the Laws.</L>
<L>The Si&s;ters too appear, with &s;niveling Cryes</L>
<L>To celebrate their Stallions Ob&s;equies;</L>
<L>From th' <HI>Play-hou&s;e</HI> and from <HI>Change,</HI> how they re&s;ort,</L>
<L>From <HI>Country, City,</HI> nay, there's &s;ome from <HI>Court,</HI></L>
<L>From the Old C&mdash;&s;s wither'd and decay'd,</L>
<L>To a <HI>Whigg</HI> Brewers Youthful Lovely Maid.</L>
<L>Gods! What a Troop is here? &s;ure <HI>Hercules</HI></L>
<L>Had found enough &s;o many <HI>Whores</HI> to plea&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Repent, ye Factious Rout, Repent and be</L>
<L>Forewarn'd by this bold Traytors De&s;tiny.</L>
<L>Go home ye Factious Dogs, and mend your Lives;</L>
<L>Be Loyal, and make hone&s;t all your Wives.</L>
<L>You keep from <HI>Conventicles</HI> fir&s;t, and then</L>
<L>Keep all your Wives from <HI>Conventicling</HI> Men.</L>
<L>Leave off your Railing 'gain&s;t the <HI>King</HI> and <HI>State,</HI></L>
<L>Your fooli&s;h Prating, and more fooli&s;h Hate.</L>
<L>Obey the Laws, and bravely act your parts,</L>
<L>And to the Church unite in <HI>Tongues</HI> and <HI>Hearts;</HI></L>
<L>Be &s;udden too, before it proves too late,</L>
<L>Le&s;t you partake of this bold Traytors Fate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And if the Faction thinks it worth the Co&s;t,</L>
<L>(To keep this <HI>Bully</HI>'s Name from being lo&s;t)</L>
<L>To rai&s;e a <HI>Pillar,</HI> to perpetuate</L>
<L>His Wond'rous Actions, and Ignoble Fate,</L>
<L>Let'em about it &s;treight, and when 'tis done,</L>
<L>I'le Crown the Work with this In&s;cription.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Bold Fame thou Ly'&s;t! Read here all you</L>
<L>That wou'd this Mighty Mortal know;</L>
<L>Fir&s;t, he was one of low degree,</L>
<L>But ro&s;e to an Hyperbole.</L>
<L>Famous t' exce&s;s in ev'ry thing,</L>
<L>But duty to his <HI>God,</HI> and <HI>King;</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Oaths</HI> as Great as any He,</L>
<L>That ever Grac'd the Tripple Tree;</L>
<L>So <HI>Ab&s;olute,</HI> when Drencht in Wine,</L>
<L>He might have been the God o'th' Vine.</L>
<L>His Brutal Lu&s;t was &s;till &s;o <HI>&s;trong,</HI></L>
<L>He never &s;par'd, or old, or young;</L>
<L>In <HI>Cards</HI> and <HI>Dice</HI> he was well known,</L>
<L>T' out-cheat the Cheaters of the Town.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e were his <HI>Virtues,</HI> if you'd know</L>
<L>His <HI>Vices</HI> too pray read below.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not wholly <HI>Whig,</HI> nor <HI>Athei&s;t</HI> neither,</L>
<L>But &s;omething form'd of both together,</L>
<L>Famous in horrid <HI>Bla&s;phemies,</HI></L>
<L>Practic'd in ba&s;e <HI>Adulteries.</HI></L>
<L>In <HI>Murders</HI> vers'd as black, and foul</L>
<L>As his <HI>Degenerated Soul.</HI></L>
<L>In's <HI>Maxims</HI> too, as great a <HI>Bea&s;t,</HI></L>
<L>As <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">His Father was a Groom.</NOTE> <HI>tho&s;e</HI> his hone&s;t Father dre&s;t.</L>
<L>The <HI>Factions Bully,</HI> Si&s;ters <HI>Stallion:</HI></L>
<L>Now <HI>Hang'd,</HI> and <HI>Damn'd,</HI> for his <HI>Rebellion.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>William Bateman,</HI> in the <HI>Old Change.</HI></P>
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