Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/15

15 A toleration he did give

That mystery Babylon might revive,

He took to him absolute power,

For to advance the Romish whore,

He stopped all the penal laws,

Were made for weakening of my cause,

And gave a golden liberty

For all sorts of idolatry.

It criminal was in his day

To own the covenanted way;

For he intended in a short time,

To make Popery through Scotland shine,

That from the greatest to the least

All men might serve the Romish beast.

He deeply sworn was to Rome,

To seek all Presbyterians doom,

To abolish the memory

Of all that opps'd Popery,

All protestants he did despise,

And many slew without assize;

He ordered that they should be shot,

Where they were found in every spot.

By hellish soldiers my drudges,

Whom he empower'd in place of judges,

Suspected persons for to try,

And at their pleasure make them die,

Without allowing liberty,

To fit them for eternity.

He framed all mischief by a law,

To make Scotland an aceldema,

Threatened to make a hunting field,

Of shires that would not fully yield,

He all the venom of the pit

Against piety did spit,