Page:Elegy in memory of that valient champion, Sir Robert Grierson, late laird of Lag, or, The Prince of Darkness.pdf/9

 That nothing could quench his desire,

Until Argyle, mine enemy,

W s brought condingly for to die;

And Guthrie, who did me oppose,

hanging he his days did close;

And Warriston, the worst of all,

By my friend Fletcher he did fail:

Thus wonderfully he did please me,

When of these rebels he did ease me;

For which good service he doth sit

Among the princes of my pit

And my dear cousin, Provost Mill,

Burnt covenants, yet thought no ill,

A Lithgow cross, with more disgrace

Then ever was at any place.

He burnt Lex Rex, and other books,

Which sourly 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 burn old brechems, roaker, and reels,

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 remained in fame,

By some that did love them so well,

That with their blood they did them seal.

Himself he did to me surrender,