Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/8

 By my friend he did fall:

Thus wonderfully he did please me,

When of these rebels he did ease me;

For which good service he doth fit

Among the princes of my pit.

my dear cousin Provost ,

Burnt covenants, yet thought no ill,

At, with more disgrace

Than ever was at any place.

He burnt, and other books

Which sowrly on my interest looks;

And many acts of kirk and state,

Which he knew well that I did hate,

'Cause they advanc'd a reformation,

That shook my kingdom thro' the nation

He burnt old brechems, roakes and reel,

Also the picture of the De'il;

I mean myself, 'cause he did think

My effigies would make all stink;

That he burnt on that solemn day,

Upon the twenty-ninth of May.

But my dear cousin was mista'en,

The covenants remain'd in fame,

By some that did love them so well,

That with their blood they did them seal

Yet Provost  was not to blame,

Since he so basely did defame

All covenants, all acts and laws

That favour'd the Fanatic cause:

Himself to me did surrender,

And for a time liv'd in great splendor;

Beloved well of all my friends,

Till at the last he lost his means;

And fell in want and poverty,

Which made him to the fly.

He who the covenants did burn,