Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/7

 gripping claws were made of steel,

were so crooked, hard and sharp,

pierc'd men s sustance to the heart;

king's commission while he did bear,

lost their conscience, life or gear:

too soon him discarded;

I his kindness well rewarded,

this I hope he'll not deny,

now he lives as well as I

, my friend, he was the first,

advocate, who did insist

the, in the king's name,

bring them to an open shame:

my son did him install,

bring these rebels under thrall,

still for covenants were pleading,

justify their old proceeding:

labour'd very earnestly

please his sovereign and me,

rooting out base Presbyt'ry

planting noble Prelacy;

banishing some far away,

us'd my dictates to gainsay;

sumptuous fines, making them poor;

never could my yoke endure;

shutting up in prison strong

men who did my interest wrong;

thirsting so the blood of them

did my government contemn:

malice was so set on fire,

nothing could quench his desire,

Argyll, mine enemy,

brought condignly for to die;

Guthery who did me oppose,

hanging he his days did close,

the worst of all,