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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39145	An Elegy on the Lord Viscount Stafford beheaded this 29th day of December, 1680, on Tower-Hill.		1680 (1680)	Wing E421; ESTC R36138	1,326	1

AN ELEGY ON THE Lord Viscount STAFFORD BEHEADED this 29th Day of December 1680. ON TOWER-HILL A piller of the fatal Building 's down Which Sampson Death at last has overthrown And now the whole fatal pyle begins to shake And the Phylistian-Lords stout Hearts to ake Dagon's great House their fell Conspiracy To totter and to shake they now do see And every Plotter Truth and Justice dreads Now Ruine's tumbling on their Impious Heads Long with vain Hopes they did themselves support And with the Gyant Death they made but sport Their dear delightful plot they still did mind And thought both Death and Justice still were blind Yes they are blind for they impartial are They see not Bribes and no Man will they spare No more regard the Greatest than the Least Cut down the Guilty Lord as well as Priest Thus Stafford sell a piller of the plot Whose Name must now as in a Dunghill rot And blotted be with Infamy and Shame Once in the English Anuals of great Fame Joyn'd with the title of Great Buckingham Tho' great he was in Glory and in pride He lost his Head and on a Scaffold dy'd Stafford of Southwick too no better sped Who at Bridgwater also lost his Head But something may be said in their Applause For both of them dy'd in a better Cause The First by th' bloody Tyrant Richard fell The last by th' Hands of such who did Rebell But our Staffoed ' gainst whom Justice crys For Treason ' gainst his King and Country dyes Sad is the Exit I confess for Him Whose Birth and Greatness do enhaunce his crime When He whose Honour Peerage and Renown Should be Supporters to uphold the Crown Forgetting Honour Oaths Obliegements too With traiterous Heart Rebellion did pursue O! could Religion to such Crimes perswade And all the Rights of Honour thus invade What frantick Spell on Conscience could intrude What Words of Priests could Honour thus delude T was Hell it self that blinded thus their eyes With Sorceries in Jesuits disguise Who did perswade it was a Glorious thing To cut the Throat of an Heretick King O let it be into Oblivion Hurl'd And Banish'd ever from the Christian World Let that damn'd Doctrine down to Hell descend With every one that dares it to defend O! poor deluded Stafford that was brought By jugling Priests to have so damn'd a thought Who thought by Horrid Crimes to gain Applause Advanceing what he judg'd a Glorious Cause For which he durst commit so strange a sin To Kill his King to bring 's Religion in But God who Kings infoldeth in his Arms Kept ours safe from all their Spells and Charms And may his Eyes be open now to see The horrid depth of all their Treachery For Stafford now himself could do no less Than th' horrid Plot so long deny'd Confess So plain his Guilt did to his Peers appear That fill'd him with Confusion Shame and Fear That he could not like a bold Jesuit dye Nor with their Impudence the Truth deny And leave the VVorld with a notorious Lye If pitty could be unto Traytors due The VVorld would give it to your Age and You. But Justice for Example must be done And Law like living streams its course must run For where 't is stop'd it swells beyond its bounds And Kingdoms soon with its undation drowns We hope that Stafford may his Crimes repent And tho' not Here else where be Innocent When all his Earthly Crimes are purg'd away And he has better learn'd how to obey We 'l leave his Soul to God but may he be Set for Example of foul Treachery That Traytors by him their Reward may Read Who still for Murther and for Treason Bleed FINIS LONDON Printed for T. Benskin in Green's Rents near Fleet-Bridge