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         Person of quality.
      
       
         
           1681
        
      
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             An elegy on the death of William late Viscount Stafford, who was beheaded on Tower-Hill, on Wednesday, December 29th. 1680. / By a person of quality.
             Person of quality.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.).
           
             Printed for William Miller, at the Guilded Acorn in St. Paul's Church-Yard, where you may be furnished with most sorts of bound or stitched books, as Acts of Parliament, proclamations, speeches, declarations, letters, orders, commissions, articles of war or peace; as also books of divinity, church-government, sermons on most occasions, and most sorts of histories, poetry, plays, and such like, &c.,
             London, :
             1681.
          
           
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           Stafford, William Howard, -- Viscount, 1614-1680 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
           Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century.
        
      
    
     
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           AN
           ELEGY
           On
           the
           Death
           of
           William
           late
           Viscount
           Stafford
           ,
           Who
           was
           Beheaded
           on
           TOWER-HILL
           ,
           on
           
             Wednesday
             ,
             DECEMBER
             29
             th
             .
             1680.
             
          
        
         
           By
           a
           Person
           of
           Quality
           .
        
         
           
             WHen
             Sol
             had
             set
             his
             day
             at
             one
             at
             Noon
             ,
          
           
             An
             Ancient
             Lord
             ,
             of
             the
             Church
             of
             Rome
          
           
             Was
             executed
             ,
             and
             there
             then
             did
             die
          
           
             For
             Treason
             great
             ,
             against
             His
             Majesty
             ;
          
           
             Designing
             Government
             to
             overthrow
             ,
          
           
             And
             Christian
             Religion
             ,
             to
             lay
             low
             ,
          
           
             Whereby
             to
             turn
             ,
             the
             whole
             English
             Nation
          
           
             Into
             Blood
             ,
             Murder
             ,
             Sword
             ,
             and
             Conflagration
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             figure
             us
             of
             the
             Pope's
             die
             ,
          
           
             To
             become
             Devils
             in
             Divinity
             .
          
           
             He
             's
             a
             Deceiver
             ,
             from
             the
             beginning
             ,
          
           
             And
             only
             learneth
             men
             ,
             the
             Trade
             of
             sinning
             ;
          
           
             Shews
             them
             the
             Mountains
             ,
             and
             exalts
             them
             high
             ,
          
           
             Only
             to
             throw
             them
             headlong
             from
             the
             Sky
             ;
          
           
             Like
             a
             cunning
             Fowler
             ,
             still
             his
             Nets
             doth
             lay
          
           
             For
             Night-Birds
             ,
             Owles
             ,
             while
             others
             flie
             away
             :
          
           
             So
             that
             the
             Prisoners
             pay
             for
             coming
             there
             ,
          
           
             As
             Sparrows
             taken
             ,
             by
             the
             Hawks
             in
             the
             Air
             ;
          
           
             Ambition
             like
             ,
             the
             soaring
             lofty
             Kite
          
           
             Flies
             still
             so
             long
             ,
             at
             last
             flies
             out
             of
             sight
             ,
          
           
             And
             by
             using
             of
             that
             violence
             still
             ,
          
           
             At
             last
             drops
             down
             ,
             and
             falls
             by
             its
             own
             ill
             :
          
           
             So
             Vice
             gives
             all
             its
             Children
             ,
             but
             a
             false
             Light
             ,
          
           
             The
             Flame
             goes
             out
             ,
             with
             an
             eternal
             Night
             .
          
           
             'T
             is
             strange
             Religion
             ,
             thus
             should
             point
             to
             Blood
             ,
          
           
             Therefore
             not
             so
             easily
             understood
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             't
             is
             so
             ,
             let
             us
             do
             what
             we
             can
             ,
          
           
             So
             that
             it
             concerneth
             ,
             nay
             every
             man
             ;
          
           
             Because
             ,
             in
             dayly
             Fears
             ,
             about
             our
             Lives
             ,
          
           
             To
             lose
             our
             Children
             ,
             and
             our
             dearest
             Wives
             ;
          
           
             Nature
             strives
             ,
             still
             ,
             to
             preserve
             it self
             ,
          
           
             As
             the
             gay
             Dutch-man
             ,
             travels
             towards
             the
             Dolf
             :
          
           
             Looks
             that
             he
             's
             well
             provided
             to
             go
             on
          
           
             To
             take
             his
             Journey
             ,
             whether
             short
             or
             long
             ;
          
           
             Therefore
             we
             all
             look
             after
             a
             Disease
             ,
          
           
             That
             so
             recovered
             ,
             we
             may
             take
             our
             ease
             ;
          
           
             Since
             Health
             's
             the
             I
             lower
             of
             all
             Blessings
             high
             ,
          
           
             As
             the
             Sun
             's
             the
             Coach-man
             of
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             This
             is
             a
             Cause
             ,
             relates
             to
             our
             Religion
             ,
          
           
             Who
             would
             have
             men
             ,
             to
             be
             reasonable
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             teaches
             men
             ,
             how
             secretly
             to
             act
             ill
             ,
          
           
             And
             plays
             the
             Fool
             ,
             with
             the
             rebellious
             Will
             ;
          
           
             The
             Charms
             false
             ,
             and
             only
             from
             the
             Devil
             ,
          
           
             The
             great
             Mountebank
             of
             the
             whole
             World's
             evil
             ,
          
           
             That
             still
             draws
             on
             poor
             Souls
             to
             be
             undone
             ,
          
           
             As
             Mists
             are
             scattered
             by
             the
             brighter
             Sun
             :
          
           
             This
             therefore
             teaches
             us
             their
             artful
             Harms
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             aware
             ,
             of
             such
             like
             kind
             of
             Charms
             ;
          
           
             Because
             we
             see
             ,
             all
             Vice
             is
             like
             an
             Eel
             ,
          
           
             Which
             still
             ,
             doth
             trip
             up
             ,
             it
             s
             own
             natural
             heel
             ;
          
           
             Like
             Darkness
             ,
             pleas'd
             with
             its
             own
             dismal
             hue
             ,
          
           
             Glides
             off
             from
             Colours
             ,
             that
             are
             brave
             and
             true
             :
          
           
             All
             men
             being
             pleased
             ,
             with
             their
             own
             Actions
             still
             ,
          
           
             Whether
             they
             prove
             ,
             for
             good
             ,
             or
             whether
             ill
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             Light
             ,
             is
             above
             the
             Darkness
             still
             ,
          
           
             So
             the
             High-born
             English
             ,
             do
             fear
             no
             ill
             ;
          
           
             Their
             Faith
             's
             in
             God
             ,
             and
             their
             Manners
             high
             ,
          
           
             That
             renders
             them
             the
             Allies
             of
             the
             Sky
             .
          
           
             We
             having
             then
             at
             length
             ,
             no
             more
             to
             do
             ,
          
           
             But
             affect
             good
             Manners
             ,
             and
             none
             new
             ;
          
           
             For
             Vices
             ,
             we
             our selves
             ,
             are
             given
             to
             ,
          
           
             Things
             that
             do
             always
             ,
             conjure
             up
             our
             Woe
             ;
          
           
             That
             we
             should
             no
             such
             fatal
             Object
             be
             ,
          
           
             To
             be
             lamented
             in
             Calamity
             ;
          
           
             Since
             't
             is
             the
             Pleasure
             ,
             of
             the
             alwise
             Heaven
             ,
          
           
             To
             make
             different
             Objects
             ,
             not
             all
             even
             .
          
           
             In
             short
             ,
             does
             Languages
             teach
             men
             to
             be
             uncivil
             ,
          
           
             Why
             then
             they
             'r
             the
             Goblins
             of
             the
             Devil
             ;
          
           
             Who
             while
             they
             laugh
             ,
             their
             Hearts
             another
             way
             ,
          
           
             As
             false
             as
             Water-men
             ,
             on
             every
             day
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             Nature
             doth
             provide
             for
             each
             Disease
             ,
          
           
             To
             find
             a
             Remedy
             ,
             for
             us
             still
             to
             ease
             .
          
           
             The
             Dog
             ,
             when
             sick
             ,
             he
             goes
             unto
             the
             Grass
             ,
          
           
             And
             there
             lies
             down
             ,
             and
             playing
             like
             an
             Ass
             ;
          
           
             At
             length
             grows
             well
             ,
             and
             whisks
             he
             on
             again
             ,
          
           
             As
             the
             brisk
             Coney
             ,
             after
             a
             shower
             of
             Rain
             :
          
           
             Charity
             therefore
             ,
             always
             doth
             begin
             at
             home
             ,
          
           
             To
             look
             to
             our
             Enemies
             ,
             the
             Church
             of
             Rome
             ;
          
           
             To
             love
             our
             King
             ,
             and
             to
             honour
             him
             still
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             see
             our selves
             ,
             be
             guilty
             of
             no
             ill
             ;
          
           
             But
             like
             Travellers
             ,
             go
             on
             the
             Golden
             Way
          
           
             Of
             the
             Protestant
             Truth
             ,
             without
             the
             least
             delay
             ;
          
           
             For
             Heaven
             proves
             ,
             most
             auspicuously
             kind
          
           
             To
             men
             of
             Truth
             ,
             and
             of
             a
             generous
             Mind
             ;
          
           
             By
             saving
             ,
             and
             protecting
             of
             them
             still
          
           
             From
             the
             Devil
             ,
             and
             his
             Accomplices
             of
             ill
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             we
             have
             reason
             ,
             and
             that
             all
          
           
             To
             study
             to
             be
             just
             ,
             both
             great
             and
             small
             ;
          
           
             Since
             Mischiefs
             ,
             as
             they
             fatten
             ,
             stand
             in
             need
          
           
             Of
             to
             be
             purged
             ,
             and
             gently
             still
             to
             bleed
             ;
          
           
             Therefore
             give
             Eare
             ,
             and
             to
             Reason
             still
             draw
             nigh
             ,
          
           
             For
             Death
             has
             ended
             this
             Lord's
             Tragedy
             .
          
        
      
       
         
           POSTSCRIPT
           .
        
         
           
             GEntlemen
             and
             Ladies
             ,
             you
             did
             all
             see
          
           
             A
             Popish
             Lord
             in
             great
             Extremity
             ,
          
           
             Suffering
             as
             an
             Example
             ,
             to
             deter
             all
             ,
          
           
             Not
             to
             design
             ,
             their
             Native
             Countrey
             's
             fall
             :
          
           
             Therefore
             for
             a
             Light
             ,
             was
             here
             hung
             in
             the
             way
          
           
             For
             all
             like
             Marriners
             ,
             to
             make
             Holyday
             :
          
           
             Let
             us
             take
             warning
             then
             ,
             so
             shall
             we
             be
          
           
             Happy
             both
             here
             ,
             and
             to
             Eternity
             .
          
        
      
       
         FINIS
         .
      
    
     
       
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             William
             Miller
          
           ,
           at
           the
           
             Guilded
             Acorn
          
           in
           St.
           
           Paul's
           Church-Yard
           ,
           where
           you
           may
           be
           furnished
           with
           most
           sorts
           of
           Bound
           or
           Stitched
           Books
           ,
           as
           Acts
           of
           Parliament
           ,
           Proclamations
           ,
           Speeches
           ,
           Declarations
           ,
           Letters
           ,
           Orders
           ,
           Commissions
           ,
           Articles
           of
           War
           or
           Peace
           ;
           As
           also
           Books
           of
           Divinity
           ,
           Church-Government
           ,
           Sermons
           on
           most
           occasions
           ,
           and
           most
           sorts
           of
           Histories
           ,
           Poetry
           ,
           Plays
           ,
           and
           such
           like
           ,
           &c.
           
           1681.
           
        
      
    
  

