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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the Death of William late Vi&s;count Stafford, Who was Beheaded on TOWER-HILL, on <DATE>Wedne&s;day, DECEMBER 29^t^h^. 1680.</DATE></HEAD>
<BYLINE>By a Per&s;on of Quality.</BYLINE>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Sol</HI> had &s;et his day at one at Noon,</L>
<L>An Ancient Lord, of the Church of <HI>Rome</HI></L>
<L>Was executed, and there then did die</L>
<L>For Trea&s;on great, again&s;t His Maje&s;ty;</L>
<L>De&s;igning Government to overthrow,</L>
<L>And Chri&s;tian Religion, to lay low,</L>
<L>Whereby to turn, the whole Engli&s;h Nation</L>
<L>Into Blood, Murder, Sword, and Conflagration,</L>
<L>And to figure us of the Pope's die,</L>
<L>To become Devils in Divinity.</L>
<L>He's a Deceiver, from the beginning,</L>
<L>And only learneth men, the Trade of &s;inning;</L>
<L>Shews them the Mountains, and exalts them high,</L>
<L>Only to throw them headlong from the Sky;</L>
<L>Like a cunning Fowler, &s;till his Nets doth lay</L>
<L>For Night-Birds, Owles, while others flie away:</L>
<L>So that the Pri&s;oners pay for coming there,</L>
<L>As Sparrows taken, by the Hawks in the Air;</L>
<L>Ambition like, the &s;oaring lofty Kite</L>
<L>Flies &s;till &s;o long, at la&s;t flies out of &s;ight,</L>
<L>And by u&s;ing of that violence &s;till,</L>
<L>At la&s;t drops down, and falls by its own ill:</L>
<L>So Vice gives all its Children, but a fal&s;e Light,</L>
<L>The Flame goes out, with an eternal Night.</L>
<L>'Tis &s;trange Religion, thus &s;hould point to Blood,</L>
<L>Therefore not &s;o ea&s;ily under&s;tood;</L>
<L>Yet 'tis &s;o, let us do what we can,</L>
<L>So that it concerneth, nay every man;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e, in dayly Fears, about our Lives,</L>
<L>To lo&s;e our Children, and our deare&s;t Wives;</L>
<L>Nature &s;trives, &s;till, to pre&s;erve it &s;elf,</L>
<L>As the gay Dutch-man, travels towards the <HI>Dolf:</HI></L>
<L>Looks that he's well provided to go on</L>
<L>To take his Journey, whether &s;hort or long;</L>
<L>Therefore we all look after a Di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>That &s;o recovered, we may take our ea&s;e;</L>
<L>Since Health's the I lower of all Ble&s;&s;ings high,</L>
<L>As the Sun's the Coach-man of the Sky.</L>
<L>This is a Cau&s;e, relates to our Religion,</L>
<L>Who would have men, to be rea&s;onable;</L>
<L>Yet teaches men, how &s;ecretly to act ill,</L>
<L>And plays the Fool, with the rebellious Will;</L>
<L>The Charms fal&s;e, and only from the Devil,</L>
<L>The great Mountebank of the whole World's evil,</L>
<L>That &s;till draws on poor Souls to be undone,</L>
<L>As Mi&s;ts are &s;cattered by the brighter Sun:</L>
<L>This therefore teaches us their artful Harms,</L>
<L>To be aware, of &s;uch like kind of Charms;</L>
<L>Becau&s;e we &s;ee, all Vice is like an Eel,</L>
<L>Which &s;till, doth trip up, its own natural heel;</L>
<L>Like Darkne&s;s, pleas'd with its own di&s;mal hue,</L>
<L>Glides off from Colours, that are brave and true:</L>
<L>All men being plea&s;ed, with their own Actions &s;till,</L>
<L>Whether they prove, for good, or whether ill,</L>
<L>And as Light, is above the Darkne&s;s &s;till,</L>
<L>So the High-born Engli&s;h, do fear no ill;</L>
<L>Their Faith's in God, and their Manners high,</L>
<L>That renders them the Allies of the Sky.</L>
<L>We having then at length, no more to do,</L>
<L>But affect good Manners, and none new;</L>
<L>For Vices, we our &s;elves, are given to,</L>
<L>Things that do always, conjure up our Woe;</L>
<L>That we &s;hould no &s;uch fatal Object be,</L>
<L>To be lamented in Calamity;</L>
<L>Since 'tis the Plea&s;ure, of the alwi&s;e Heaven,</L>
<L>To make different Objects, not all even.</L>
<L>In &s;hort, does Languages teach men to be uncivil,</L>
<L>Why then they'r the Goblins of the Devil;</L>
<L>Who while they laugh, their Hearts another way,</L>
<L>As fal&s;e as Water-men, on every day;</L>
<L>Yet Nature doth provide for each Di&s;ea&s;e,</L>
<L>To find a Remedy, for us &s;till to ea&s;e.</L>
<L>The Dog, when &s;ick, he goes unto the Gra&s;s,</L>
<L>And there lies down, and playing like an A&s;s;</L>
<L>At length grows well, and whisks he on again,</L>
<L>As the brisk Coney, after a &s;hower of Rain:</L>
<L>Charity therefore, always doth begin at home,</L>
<L>To look to our Enemies, the Church of <HI>Rome;</HI></L>
<L>To love our King, and to honour him &s;till,</L>
<L>And to &s;ee our &s;elves, be guilty of no ill;</L>
<L>But like Travellers, go on the Golden Way</L>
<L>Of the Prote&s;tant Truth, without the lea&s;t delay;</L>
<L>For Heaven proves, mo&s;t au&s;picuou&s;ly kind</L>
<L>To men of Truth, and of a generous Mind;</L>
<L>By &s;aving, and protecting of them &s;till</L>
<L>From the Devil, and his Accomplices of ill:</L>
<L>Therefore we have rea&s;on, and that all</L>
<L>To &s;tudy to be ju&s;t, both great and &s;mall;</L>
<L>Since Mi&s;chiefs, as they fatten, &s;tand in need</L>
<L>Of to be purged, and gently &s;till to bleed;</L>
<L>Therefore give Eare, and to Rea&s;on &s;till draw nigh,</L>
<L>For Death has ended this Lord's Tragedy.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>POSTSCRIPT.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GEntlemen and Ladies, you did all &s;ee</L>
<L>A Popi&s;h Lord in great Extremity,</L>
<L>Suffering as an Example, to deter all,</L>
<L>Not to de&s;ign, their Native Countrey's fall:</L>
<L>Therefore for a Light, was here hung in the way</L>
<L>For all like Marriners, to make Holyday:</L>
<L>Let us take warning then, &s;o &s;hall we be</L>
<L>Happy both here, and to Eternity.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>William Miller,</HI> at the <HI>Guilded Acorn</HI> in St. <HI>Paul</HI>'s Church-Yard, where you may be furni&s;hed with mo&s;t &s;orts of Bound or Stitched Books, as Acts of Parliament, Proclamations, Speeches, Declarations, Letters, Orders, Commi&s;&s;ions, Articles of War or Peace; As al&s;o Books of Divi|nity, Church-Government, Sermons on mo&s;t occa&s;ions, and mo&s;t &s;orts of Hi&s;tories, Poetry, Plays, and &s;uch like, <HI>&amp;c.</HI> 1681.</P>
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