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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<STC T="G">1872.a.1.[69]</STC>
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<HEAD>A POEM (By way of ELEGIE) UPON M^r Stephen Colledge, Vulgarly known by the Name of The PROTESTANT JOYNER.</HEAD>
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<L>AH <HI>Colledge!</HI> how relentle&s;s is thy Fate,</L>
<L>That will not grant to Life a longer date!</L>
<L>No <HI>Cordial Ignoramus</HI> can retrieve</L>
<L>Thy fainting Spirits, and new <HI>Vitals</HI> give.</L>
<L>Since the too long and la&s;t <HI>Farewel</HI> you took,</L>
<L>How lonely &s;eems the <HI>Coffee-hou&s;e</HI> to look!</L>
<L>Your long beloved <HI>Twi&s;t,</HI> that us'd to be</L>
<L><HI>Sedition</HI> mixt with little <HI>Loyalty,</HI></L>
<L>Complains of your long ab&s;ence, and doth fear</L>
<L>Some <HI>Rival Twi&s;t</HI> will entertain you there.</L>
<L>Circl'd within her <HI>Hempen Arms,</HI> you'll be</L>
<L>Rapt in &s;urprizing Sweets of <HI>Exta&s;ie:</HI></L>
<L>There to unenvi'd Bli&s;s you'll &s;afely &s;oar,</L>
<L>Till <HI>Breath</HI> begin to fail, and you give o'er.</L>
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<L>Great Martyr, <HI>Stephen,</HI> who &s;hall now &s;ucceed</L>
<L>To lance Religion till the <HI>Beldam</HI> bleed?</L>
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<L>Under who&s;e circum&s;pection will you &s;ee</L>
<L>Your Infant-<HI>Libels</HI> that in time may be</L>
<L>Fomenters of your <HI>fatal Jealou&s;ie?</HI></L>
<L>Was't thus you &s;ought for Libertie and ea&s;e,</L>
<L>Redre&s;s of Grievances, and endle&s;s Peace?</L>
<L>Incorrigible <HI>Zealot!</HI> &s;igh, and &s;ee</L>
<L>How painfully you've drudg'd for mi&s;ery.</L>
<L>Thus the too active <HI>Sun,</HI> him&s;elf betrays,</L>
<L>Exhaling <HI>Mi&s;ts</HI> that intercept his <HI>Rays.</HI></L>
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<L>But now he dies, his <HI>Stratagems</HI> do fail:</L>
<L>Heark how the whining <HI>Puritans</HI> bewail.</L>
<L>Their Shams and Train of Oaths di&s;cover'd lay;</L>
<L>Let them &s;eek ea&s;ier people to betray.</L>
<L>Yet on their Darling <HI>Colledge</HI> we'll be&s;tow</L>
<L>An artle&s;s <HI>Monumental</HI> Ver&s;e or two.</L>
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<L><HI>HEre lies the man that zealou&s;ly wou'd be</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pretending</HI> Union <HI>and</HI> Liberty:</L>
<L><HI>But now his</HI> Glew-pot<HI>'s u&s;ele&s;s, 'tis too late;</HI></L>
<L><HI>He cannot piece the breaches of the State.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed for <HI>J. Bowen.</HI> 1681</P>
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