Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/3

 No man dare say he did repent

Or the good service done to me;

For as he liv'd so did he die

He bore my image on his brow,

My service he did still avow.

He had no other deity.

But this world the flesh and me;

Unto us he did homage pay,

And did us worship every day.

The thing that he delighted in.

Was that which pious folk call sin,

Adultery, whoredom and such vice,

Such pleasures were his paradise.

To curse, to swear and to blaspheme,

He gloried in, and thought no shame;

To excess he drank beer and wine,

Till he was drunken like a swine.

No Sabbath day regarded he,

But spent it in profanity;

'Mong other vices as some say,

He ravish d virgins on that day:

But that which rais d his fame so high,

Was the good service done to me,

In bearing of a deadly feud

'Gainst people who did pray and read,

And sought my kingdom to impair

These were the f lk he did not spare.

Any who read the scriptures through,

I'm sure they'll find but very few

Of my best friends, that's mention'd there,

That could with Grier of Lag compare.

Though Cain a bloody man,

He to Lags ratchets never came,

In shedding of the blood of those

Who did my laws and ways oppose.