Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir R. Grierson, late Laird of Lag, who died Dec. 23d, 1733.pdf/16

16 He hated all maliciously.

Had any sovereign but me;

Disdained common honesty,

Lov'd nothing but impiety.

He in my service posted fast,

Until his projects got a blast.

When Orange did come o'er the sea,

Like a base coward he did flee.

Then he did abdicate the crown,

And after liv'd a vagabond;

Till at St, Bermains he did die,

And then he did come home to me.

I need not speak of Queensberry.

No man was loyaler than he:

He serv'd me well with all his might,

Against the Whigs with great despight,

While York's commission he did bear,

Upon that he was most severe.

By him the parliament was led;

Saints blood like water then he shed.

He confidently did declare

They should not have time to prepare

For heaven because he said that hell

Was too good a place for Whigs to dwell

By that he acted to his power,

Both soul and body to devour;

Which was the only thing I sought,

Although to pass it was not brought;

Yet thanks be unto Queensberry,

For his good will in serving me.

I Milton Maxwell must commend,

Ten Whigs at once he did condemn,

And after that he did devote

Himself my kingdom to promote.