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A84329 An elegie on the Earl of Essex who cut his own throat in the Tower. Iuly 13. 1683. 1683 (1683) Wing E416; ESTC R231739 737 1

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AN ELEGIE On the EARL of ESSEX Who Cut his own Throat In the TOWER Iuly 13. 1683. HOW many strange uncertain Fates Attend The Wandring Pilgrim to his Journeys End Earth turns to Earth Water Air and Fire Against the Breath inform'd them do conspire As every Man were his own Fatal Catch 'T is in his Hands to forward the Dispatch Some in the Field of Venus some in Mars Some meanly Hang themselves some hang an Arse But mighty Essex his Victorious Arm With Griefs Opprest Receives the Swift Alarm A Meaner Foe then Steel He Scorns to own Or Fall by any Hand but by his Own Achitophel may hang Himself and Oats With Judas Swing and some may cut their Throats Whom Black Despair may Urge But Essex He The first that Cut his Throat for 's Loyalty Oh! That Despair should ' Tend such Fiery Zeal This Mighty Sampson of the Common-weal Rais'd to Defend and set his Israel Free From Popish Rage Philistian Tirrany To shake the Pillars of the Church and State He Crowns it with his own untimely Fate Essex the Famous General That Name So dear Recorded in the Books of Fame With Royal Blood and Fatal Conquests Cloy'd Ten Thousand of the Kings best Friends Destroy'd But thou' rt the First and shall Recorded be That Rid him of one Secret Enemy What fitter Victim cou'd Great Essex Bring T' atone his Crime against an Injur'd King But here thy Rage too Desperate appears To Dye a Martyr to thy Doubts and Fears Oh Dire Revenge Oh! Too Officious Steel To make that Wound which Time can never heal Had'st thou but few Days Courage to with-stand Jack Catch had done the Business to thy hand But Oh Despair more desperate then thy Guilt That durst not trust thy self to stand the Tilt Lest thy false Tongue shou'd through thy Throat impart The Bloody Treasons that opprest thy Heart This must convince the World and thy wrong'd Prince Thou with thy Guilt had'st rather hurry Hence Then stay to Justifie thy Innocence EDINBVRGH Re-printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson Printer to His most Sacred Majestie Anno Dom. 1683.