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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF Thomas Merry, <ABBR>E&s;q</ABBR> Of St. <HI>Ann</HI>'s <HI>Lane,</HI> who died on <DATE>St. <HI>Bartholomew</HI>'s Day, 1682.</DATE></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><ADD>A &s;ory thing a jeer on him &amp; y^e Whigs <DATE>29. Aug. 1682.</DATE></ADD></HEAD>
<LG>
<L>'TWas night; the <HI>Comet</HI> in the Welkin glar'd,</L>
<L>And with great Eyes the greater <HI>Bear</HI> out&s;tar'd,</L>
<L>When <HI>Tom</HI> convok'd his friends: The <HI>Noble Peer</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>Earl of Shaftsbury</ADD></NOTE></L>
<L>With Tap in Side, the <HI>Salamanca Seer</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>Dr Oates</ADD></NOTE></L>
<LG>
<L>In his <HI>Geneva</HI> Ca&s;&s;ack,
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Meal-Tub. <ADD><GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"></ADD></NOTE><HI>Colonel</HI></L>
<L>With Cobs, with Scabs, with Cloak, with Sword mo&s;t fell,</L>
<L>And little <HI>Hunt</HI> appear'd to make his Will.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Squire <HI>Tom</HI> his Body from his Bed did rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Spitting in Faces, &s;plutters &s;uch words as the&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Fellow Reformers, ye do all well know,</L>
<L>I am as very a Rogue as any of you;</L>
<L>Yet &s;hall die in my bed; a Fate I fear,</L>
<L>Attends not all my Friends; my gentler Star</L>
<L>(It's more than I de&s;erv'd) doth kindly &s;natch</L>
<L>My guilty Neck far from the Claws of <HI>Katch.</HI></L>
<L>Now &s;eeing I mu&s;t cea&s;e to draw my Breath,</L>
<L>Some of my Worldly Goods I thus bequeath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Imprimis Velvet Coat</HI> from hence &s;hall pa&s;s,</L>
<L>Bedeck't with Buttons of the pure&s;t Bra&s;s,</L>
<LG>
<L>To Coffee-Hou&s;e of <HI>Dick,</HI> where carefully</L>
<L>It is to hang a Monument of me,</L>
<L>As Rogues are tru&s;t up in <HI>Effigie.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When, Valiant <HI>Chetwyn,</HI> I did break thy head,</L>
<L>My &s;mall <HI>Bambooe</HI> did &s;tand me in great &s;tead;</L>
<L>Mo&s;t worthy Friends this noble Stick convey,</L>
<L>And <HI>apud Ludlow</HI> have it kept for Aye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Silver <HI>Pepper-Box</HI> which without je&s;t,</L>
<L>In&s;tead of Pepper once contain'd a Prie&s;t,</L>
<L>Before from <HI>Pagan</HI> Papi&s;t I it &s;tole,</L>
<L>Dear <HI>Doctor</HI> take; make Sermons for my Soul:</L>
<L>In pure and undefiled <HI>Lingua Franca,</HI></L>
<L>At the Univer&s;ity of <HI>Salamanca.</HI></L>
<L>And when the date of thy fam'd life &s;hall end,</L>
<L>(Which will not be like mine I doubt my Friend)</L>
<L>I give <HI>John Ketch</HI> of <HI>Turn-mill Street</HI> E&s;quire,</L>
<L>Two pounds (I hope he'l do what I de&s;ire)</L>
<L>My Learned <HI>Doctor</HI> for thy future prai&s;e,</L>
<L>To Clothe the <HI>Triple Tree</HI> in Sable Bays.</L>
<L><HI>Item</HI> I give unto thy <HI>Niece</HI> one <HI>Dildo,</HI></L>
<L>As well as <HI>Ha&s;tings</HI> which her bu&s;ine&s;s will do.</L>
<L>And to thy Brace of <HI>Brothers</HI> (hopeful Plants)</L>
<L>The Devil by the&s;e pre&s;ents gives and grants,</L>
<L>To Steer and Glaze old <HI>Charon</HI>'s Barge, to carry</L>
<L>Stout Swearers over <HI>Styx</HI> in a good Wherry:</L>
<L>To thee and to the&s;e Heroes of thy Race,</L>
<L><HI>OLD NIC</HI> in <HI>Hell</HI> for ever grants a Place.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To thee my <HI>Colonel</HI> (a Pepper-Box,</L>
<L>Is no convenient Medicine for the Pox)</L>
<L>I give my <HI>Arms</HI> and <HI>Armour,</HI> which I Scower'd</L>
<L>For th' <HI>Oxford</HI> Job; Oh! they are all &s;ince <HI>Tower'd:</HI></L>
<L>I quite forgot my &s;elf; I can't give tho&s;e:</L>
<L>Into thy hands I do commit my <HI>Spou&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e Life I &s;av'd, yet ne'r read <HI>Ari&s;totle,</HI></L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">His Conjuration at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter.</HI></NOTE>By Pi&s;s, by two Old Women, and one Bottle:</L>
<L>She is as Blithe, as Brisk and Debonair,</L>
<L>As &s;he thou ha&s;t of <HI>Dani&s;h</HI> Race and Hair.</L>
<L>And tho' Dear Friend, I left thee in the Lurch,</L>
<L>At Tower of
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">In the Bay|liffs hands.</NOTE> <HI>Bum</HI> behind St. <HI>Clement</HI>'s Church,</L>
<L>What for my &s;elf I fitted, I'le di&s;pen&s;e</L>
<L>To thee, a <HI>Cord,</HI> which co&s;t me ju&s;t three pence.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou my loved <HI>Lawyer,</HI> my be&s;t <HI>Pro&s;elite,</HI><NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>M^r Hunt.</ADD></NOTE></L>
<L>'Ere &s;ince my dreadful <HI>Shooe</HI> thy breech did &s;mite.</L>
<L>See that &s;ame <HI>Shooe</HI> be Hung in Hou&s;e of Coffee,</L>
<L>Call'd <HI>Am&s;terdam,</HI> as a Remembrance of me.</L>
<L>The <HI>Shooe,</HI> which through thy <HI>Bum</HI> by &s;ecret art,</L>
<L>Convey'd Rebellious maxims to thy Heart.</L>
<L>And made thee, what lay in thy Power, to deface,</L>
<L>The <HI>Government</HI> and <HI>Church</HI> in thy lewd <HI>PREFACE.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To thee, &s;weet <HI>Will,</HI> the Guardian of a Door,</L>
<L>Where Lords went in and out in days of Yore.</L>
<L>Succe&s;&s;or to my Place, not Parts, to thee,</L>
<L>I leave my Di&s;content and Bawdery.</L>
<L>Thou tru&s;ty Page to <HI>Franc. Smith's</HI> Noble <HI>Peer,</HI></L>
<L>Vote-Finder for Two Sheriffs at <HI>We&s;tmin&s;ter;</HI></L>
<L>May thy Wi&s;e Head keep its adjunctive Ears,</L>
<L>Till Winter pour down <HI>Snow</HI> upon thy Hairs.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;tept in cruel Death, and without &s;tay,</L>
<L>Though <HI>Weavers Prie&s;t</HI> &s;tood by, &s;teals <HI>Tom</HI> away.<NOTE PLACE="marg"><ADD>D^r Oates.</ADD></NOTE></L>
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<LG>
<L>And art thou gone, brave <HI>Tom?</HI> Thou Short-hand &s;peaker,</L>
<L>Of Trea&s;on and fal&s;e News, thou Bawdy breaker;</L>
<L>Of &s;mutty Jea&s;ts, thou Penny-Po&s;t o'th' Town,</L>
<L>Thou non&s;en&s;e Splutterer; man of more renown</L>
<L>Than Old <HI>Tom Coriat;</HI> thy name in Story,</L>
<L>Shall ever be Superior to <HI>John Dory.</HI></L>
<L>Cloath the <HI>Queen's Arms,</HI> Cloath <HI>Harry</HI> and his <HI>Bu&s;h,</HI></L>
<L>Cloath th' Three-leg'd <HI>Mare</HI> at <HI>Tiburn</HI> in Black Plu&s;h.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Am&s;terdam</HI> and <HI>Dick</HI> profoundly houl,</L>
<L>And mourn in Coffee, Black as was <HI>Tom</HI>'s Soul.</L>
<L>'Tis time indeed for them to &s;igh and mone,</L>
<L>Since tru&s;ty <HI>Mercury</HI> is dead and gone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let all the Weeping Si&s;ters make a Cry,</L>
<L>From <HI>Alder&s;gate,</HI> even unto
<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Half-Moon.</NOTE> <HI>Bloomsbury.</HI></L>
<L>To rou&s;e thee up, thou <HI>Prophet</HI> of the <HI>Pond,</HI></L>
<L>That thou, and thy <HI>Help-meet</HI> may out of hand,</L>
<L>With &s;howers of Tears' oreflow your Watry Eyes,</L>
<L>And in a deluge drown your <HI>Pudding-Pies.</HI></L>
<L>Then holy <HI>Canter,</HI> Sire of the great <HI>Seer,</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Salamanca,</HI> let thy Voice &s;ound clear.</L>
<L>From &s;acred <HI>Tub,</HI> let all thy Nymphs ari&s;e,</L>
<L>From Ducking-Pond to Eccho <HI>Tom</HI>'s ju&s;t prai&s;e.</L>
<L>For <HI>Tom</HI> at <HI>Whoring,</HI> and at <HI>Plotting</HI> too,</L>
<L>Was not inferiour, &s;age Sir, to you.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>For <HI>Carolina Tom</HI> embarkt</L>
<L>Goods worth One Thou&s;and Pound;</L>
<L>He dy'd of <HI>FEAR;</HI> and &s;ince is Crept</L>
<L>To <HI>Carolina</HI> under Ground.</L>
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