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( 9 ) His malice was ſo ſet on fire, That nothing could quench his deſire, Until Argyle, mine enemy, Was brought condignly for to die: And Guthrie, who did me oppoſe By hanging he his days did cloſe: And Warriſton, the worſt of all, By my friend Fletcher he did fall: 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. At Lithgow-croſs, with more diſgrace Than ever was at any place,<br /d> He burnt Lex Rex and other books<br /d> Which ſourly on my intereſt looks;<br /d> And many acts of kirk and ſtate,<br /d> Which he knew well that I did hate,<br /d> 'Cauſe they advanc'd a reformation,<br /d> That ſhook my kingdom thro' the nation.<br /d> He burnt old brechems, roakes and reels,<br /d> Alſo the picture of the De'il;<br /d> I mean myſelf, 'cauſe he did think<br /d> My effigies would make all ſtink<br /d> That he burnt on that ſolemn day.<br /d> Upon the twenty-ninth of May.<br /d> But my dear couſin was miſta'n,<br /d> The Covenants remain'd in fame,<br /d> By ſome that did love them ſo well.<br /d> That with their blood they did them ſeal ;<br /d> Yet Provoſt Mill was not to blame,<br /d> Since he ſo baſely did defame