Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/6

 Thereby to ruin Presbyt'ry ;

My sceptre he did bravely sway,

And punisht those that did gainsay,

By tortures that were most severe,

By prisoning and loss of gear;

And cruel murders many a way,

Because they from my laws did stray:

But kindness he did ever bear

To all the Popish far and near;

No in Rome did ewer dwell;

That could this noble prince excel.

For in a word he did advance

My kingdom more than or ;

Neither nor

Had so much true zeal for me;

He reigned long, but at the last,

His brother York gave him a cast,

He poison'd him and made him die;

And sent him home to my country,

To Tophet, that's both wide and large,

Which he chus'd for his heritage.

, that man of

My service he did never slight

To work he furiously did go,

The covenants to overthrow:

He like did them treat;

Like Almanacks that's out of date.

He did rescind their force and power;

And solemnly made them abjure,

He nullified all acts and laws

That favoured the scripture-cause:

And ruin'd many a family,

For nought but non-conformity;

If hirelings they would not hear,

Their purse he punish'd most severe:

He made the south of feel,