Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/12

 And turn as changes came about:

To scripture they so firmly stood,

On them I did spue out a flood

Of mischief and calamity,

M Kenzie acted well for me:

Scripture religion at that time,

He made it such a heinous crime,

Out for it nought could satisfy,

But guilty persons they must die.

He many a faint pursu'd to death,

He feared neither hell nor wrath.

His conscience was so cauteriz'd,

He refus'd nothing that I pleas'd;

For which he’s had my kindness still,

Since he his labours did fulfil.

Rothes like a sow in mire,

Who of his whoredom did not tire,

But wallow'd in adultery,

In curling and profanity,

And did allot the Sabbath-day,

To spend it in his game and play:

Perjur'd himself in Mitchell's case,

To bring that rebel to disgrace.

He did contrive that rare engine

That did make H kston dree great pain,

To rip his breast at my desire,

And burn his heart quick in the fire,

Mangled his hands and took them off,

That they might be the people's cuff,

And afterwards struck off his pow,

And set it on the Netherbow;