Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/13

 He was bred with me all his days

And never from my laws did stray,

For he black Popery did profess,

In he set up the Mass.

A toleration he did give,

That mystery might revive.

He took to him absolute power,

For to advance the whore,

He stopped all the penal laws

Were made for weakning 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 short time,

To make Pop'ry thro' shine,

That from the greatest to the least,

All men might serve the beast.

He deeply sworn was to ,

To seek all Presbyterians doom,

To abolish the memory

Of all that oppos'd Popery.

All protestants he did despise,

And many slew without assize,

He order'd that they should be shot,

Where they were found in every spot;

By hellish soldiers, my drudges,

Whom he impower'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 fram'd all mischiefs by a law,

To make an Aceldama;

Threatened to make a hunting-field

Of shires that would not fully yield.