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<DATE>2008-07-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Paul Schaffner</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="mock elegy">
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Upon <HI>Marsh's</HI> one of the two Publick Sworn Informers against Prote&s;tant Religious <HI>meetings</HI> in the City of <HI>London,</HI> who lately dyed very <HI>mi&s;erably</HI> in the Pri&s;on of the <HI>Counter.</HI></HEAD>
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<Q>Ultor a Tergo Deus.</Q>
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<L>Go &s;et Scotch Bag-Pipes to the briske&s;t Notes,</L>
<L>But let the <HI>Singing men</HI> <UNCLEAR>rend</UNCLEAR> all their Throats,</L>
<L>Hang <HI>Tyburn</HI> round with <UNCLEAR><HI>Blocks,</HI></UNCLEAR> and let <HI>Ketch</HI> Squeeze</L>
<L>His Eyes to Tears, having thus lo&s;t his Fees;</L>
<L>My &s;elf (like a young Widdow) fain would Cry,</L>
<L>But like her too, I know not how, nor why;</L>
<L>Mu&s;t get an <HI>Onion</HI> quickly, or el&s;e Woe</L>
<L>Some <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Poet for <HI>Alla-la-loo;</HI></L>
<L>Oh <HI>Hone!</HI> Oh <HI>Hone!</HI> tell us what did&s;t thou ail</L>
<L>Thus to <UNCLEAR>trappan</UNCLEAR> thy &s;elf into a <HI>Jail?</HI></L>
<L>Thou had&s;t a &s;tout <HI>Protection</HI> and its &s;aid</L>
<L>A lumping <HI>Pen&s;ion</HI> for good &s;ervice paid:</L>
<L>Some <HI>Bribes</HI> thou got'&s;t, and many a <HI>penalty</HI></L>
<L>Was due we trow, <HI>and why then would&s;t thou dye?</HI></L>
<L><HI>Thy Cloven-footed Ma&s;ters</HI> work's not done,</L>
<L>Thou &s;hould&s;t have <HI>ruin'd</HI> thou&s;ands ere thou'd&s;t gone.</L>
<L>Thou &s;hould&s;t have made each <HI>Nonconformi&s;t</HI> bow,</L>
<L>And left them all as <HI>Poor</HI> as thou wert now;</L>
<L>Then mounted on State with &s;olemn pride,</L>
<L>Thou might&s;t to Hell in <HI>guilded Chariot</HI> ride:</L>
<L>Been Pluto's <HI>Vice-Roy,</HI> and preferred more</L>
<L>Than <HI>Judas,</HI> or thy Brethren all before.</L>
<L>But now alas! thou &s;care can&s;t get i'th end</L>
<L>To be the Groom o'th <HI>Clo&s;e stool</HI> Chamber to the <HI>Fiend;</HI></L>
<L>But tis in vain thus to Expo&s;tulate,</L>
<L>For poor <HI>Informers</HI> warrant's out of date;</L>
<L>The <HI>Man of Gath</HI> is fal'n that did &s;o &s;tickle,</L>
<L>And &s;wore to confound each <HI>Conventicle;</HI></L>
<L>Grim death hath by a <HI>Seizure</HI> &s;natcht him hence,</L>
<L>For to receive his <HI>Dear-earn'd</HI> Recompence:</L>
<L>Follow the Scent, and from the <HI>Stygian</HI> Lake,</L>
<L>Fit Junk for &s;uch a wretched Subject take;</L>
<L><HI>Black</HI> as his <HI>Trade</HI> let every Line appear,</L>
<L>And each Ear <HI>Tingle</HI> his &s;ad Fate &s;hall hear,</L>
<L>Not that I am of that <HI>Pre&s;umptious</HI> fry,</L>
<L>who&s;e &s;awcy fingers <HI>Pick-lock</HI> De&s;tiny,</L>
<L>Who &s;natch <HI>Fates book,</HI> and furiou&s;ly tran&s;po&s;e</L>
<L>To <HI>Judgements</HI> all <HI>mi&s;fortunes</HI> of their Foes;</L>
<L><HI>Vertue</HI> may be <HI>unhappy,</HI> and &s;ometimes</L>
<L><HI>Succe&s;s</HI> here waits upon the wor&s;t of crimes,</L>
<L>It is another <HI>Day,</HI> a <HI>clearer Light</HI></L>
<L>Mu&s;t &s;et all the&s;e &s;eeming <HI>di&s;orders</HI> right;</L>
<L>Yet mu&s;t we grant that <HI>Heaven</HI> does now and then</L>
<L>Vi&s;ibly puni&s;h <HI>Irreligious</HI> Men,</L>
<L>And again&s;t none Its Arrows oftner fly</L>
<L>Than the&s;e <HI>&s;worn Enemies</HI> to Piety,</L>
<L><HI>A Per&s;ecuting Spirit</HI> never yet</L>
<L>But in a Cloud of &s;hame and &s;orrow &s;et;</L>
<L>Ju&s;t <HI>God!</HI> how equal are thy puni&s;hments</L>
<L>Thus bla&s;ting ba&s;e <HI>De&s;igns</HI> with &s;ad <HI>Events;</HI></L>
<L>Though Crafty in <HI>&s;elf woven</HI> Nets is wrapt</L>
<L>And in the Pit he <HI>digg'd</HI> for others, trapt;</L>
<L>Hark how the Ravens and the Screech-Owls cries.</L>
<L>With frightful Ecchoes Chaunt his ob&s;equies.</L>
<L>Whether he's gone now <HI>Dead</HI> I &s;hal not &s;ay</L>
<L>But whil&s;t <HI>alive</HI> he took the broader way</L>
<L>If <HI>Pythagorean</HI> Tenets are not <HI>flams</HI></L>
<L>He's grown a <HI>Wolf</HI> by this, and worries <HI>Lambs.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>An Epitaph.</HEAD>
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<L>Stay <HI>Reader!</HI> and <HI>Pi&s;s</HI> here, for it is &s;aid</L>
<L>Under this Dirt there's an Informer laid,</L>
<L>If <HI>Heaven</HI> be pleas'd when Mortals cea&s;e from <HI>&s;in</HI></L>
<L>And <HI>Hell</HI> be plea&s;'d when <HI>Villains</HI> enter in,</L>
<L>If Earth be plea&s;'d when it entombs a <HI>Knave,</HI></L>
<L>Sure <HI>all</HI> are <HI>plea&s;'d,</HI> for <HI>Mar&s;h</HI>'s in his <HI>Grave.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed in the Year 1675,</P>
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