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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03239	An elegie on the never to be forgotten Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight; executed for conspiring the death of His most sacred Majesty, and royal brother, June 20. 1684. With some satyrical reflections on the whole faction.		1684 (1684)	Wing E431; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[4]; ESTC R34872	1,668	1

AN ELEGIE On the never to be forgotten Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty and Royal Brother June 20. 1684. With some Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction STand forth ye damn'd deluding Priests of Baal And found from out each Trumpet Mouth a Call Let it be loud and shrill that ev'ry Man May hear the noise from Beersheba to Dan To summon all the Faction that they may In doleful Hums and Haws bewail this day And to their Just Confusion howl and roar For the great Bully of their Cause is now no more But now methinks I hear the Faction cry Ohone Where 's all thy Pomp and Gallantry Thy Great Commands thy Interest and thy State The many Crouds which did upon thee wait When thou like Atlas on thy shoulders bore That mighty World which we so much adore That Pageant Heroe Off-spring of a Whore Behold ye stubborn Crew the certain Fate That waits upon the hardened Reprobate See the effects of Treason's Terrible In this life Infamy and i' th' next a Hell While Heav'n attends on Kings with special Care The Traitor to himself becomes a snare Drove out like Cain to wander through the World By his own thoughts into Distraction hurl'd Despis'd by all perplext with hourly fear And by his Friends push't like the hunted Deer Like a mad Dog still houted as he ran A just Reward for th' base Rebellious man How often has kind Heaven preserv'd the Crown And tumbled the Audacious Rebel down How many Warnings have they had of late How often read their own impending Fate That still they dare their wicked Acts pursue And know what Heaven has ordain'd their due That man who cou'd not reas'nably desire To raise his Fortunes and his Glories higher Who did enjoy unto a wish such store That all his Ancestors scarce heard of more Shou'd by his own procuring fall so low As if he 'd study'd his own overthrow Looks like a story yet without a Name And may be stil'd the first Novel in Fame So the fam'd Angels Turbulent as Great Who always waited 'bout the Mercy-Seat Desiring to be something yet unknown Blunder'd at all and would have graspt the Crown Till Heaven's Great Monarch saw they wou'd Rebel Then dasht their Hopes and damn'd them down to Hell And now methinks I see to th'fatal place A Troop of Whiggs with Faction in each Face And Red-swoln Eyes moving with mournful pace Pitying the Mighty Sampson of their Cause Curse their Fates and Railing at the Laws The Sisters too appear with sniveling Cryes To celebrate their Stallions Obsequies From th' Play-house and from Change how they resort From Country City nay there 's some from Court From the Old C ss wither'd and decay'd To a Whigg Brewers Youthful Lovely Maid Gods What a Troop is here sure Hercules Had found enough so many Whores to please Repent ye Factious Rout Repent and be Forewarn'd by this bold Traytors Destiny Go home ye Factious Dogs and mend your Lives Be Loyal and make honest all your Wives You keep from Conventicles first and then Keep all your Wives from Conventicling Men. Leave off your Railing ' gainst the King and State Your foolish Prating and more foolish Hate Obey the Laws and bravely act your parts And to the Church unite in Tongues and Hearts Be sudden too before it proves too late Lest you partake of this bold Traytors Fate And if the Faction thinks it worth the Cost To keep this Bully's Name from being lost To raise a Pillar to perpetuate His Wond'rous Actions and Ignoble Fate Let 'em about it streight and when 't is done I 'le Crown the Work with this Inscription Bold Fame thou Ly'st Read here all you That wou'd this Mighty Mortal know First he was one of low degree But rose to an Hyperbole Famous t' excess in ev'ry thing But duty to his God and King In Oaths as Great as any He That ever Grac'd the Tripple Tree So Absolute when Drencht in Wine He might have been the God o' th' Vine His Brutal Lust was still so strong He never spar'd or old or young In Cards and Dice he was well known T' out-cheat the Cheaters of the Town These were his Virtues if you 'd know His Vices too pray read below Not wholly Whig nor Atheist neither But something form'd of both together Famous in horrid Blasphemies Practic'd in base Adulteries In Murders vers'd as black and foul As his Degenerated Soul In 's Maxims too as great a Beast As those his honest Father drest The Factions Bully Sisters Stallion Now Hang'd and Damn'd for his Rebellion LONDON Printed for William Bateman in the Old Change * His Father was a Groom