Page:Elegy on Sir Robert Grierson, of Lag, who died December 23d, 1733, or, The prince of darkness' lamentation for the Laird of Lag, and others.pdf/12

 To please his Majesty and court,

And turn as changes came about.

To scripture they so firmly stood,

On then. 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,

That for it nought could satisfy,

But guilty persons they must die.

He many a saint 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 the mire,

Who of his whoredom did not tire;

But wailow'd in adultery,

In cursing and profanity,

And did allot the sabbath-day,

To spend it in his game and play:

Perjurd himself in Mitchell's case,

To bring that rebel to disgrace.

To Popery he was a good friend,

To set it up this man was keen,

His drunkenness I need not name,

My friend of this thought never shame.

He did contrive that rare engine,

That did make Hackstone dree great pine:

To rip his breast at my desire,

And burnt his heart quick in the fire;

Mangled his hands, and took them off,

That they might be the people's scoff,