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R7157 WHat Powr's, what Saints, or who shall I invoke / To Charm the Axe, before the mighty Stroke? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 134720 AN / ELEGY / On the Death of the / LORD RUSSEL, / Who was Beheaded in / LINCOLNS-INN-Fields, / On Saturday the 21st. of July, 1683. AN ELEGY On the Death of the LORD RUSSEL, Who was Beheaded in LINCOLNS-INN-Fields, On Saturday the 21st. of July, 1683. AN ELEGY On the Death of the LORD RUSSEL, Who was Beheaded in LINCOLN'S INN Fields, On Saturday the 21st. of July, 1683. 1683-1683 P. Brooksby

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WHat Powrs, what Saints, or who shall I invoke To Charm the Axe, before the mighty Stroke? Gods will not dot; for Man tis vain to Plead, What if Caligula should interceed? What if I raise great Nero from his Urn? Or he that did th Ephesian Temple Burn? Can Cataline, Cethegus, Mahomet, Judas, or Jack of Leyden, do the Feat? Will these evade the Stroke that Fate portends? No! these are too much Envious to be Friends. Who then, my Lord, shall I invoke for you? Will Shaftsbury, Luther, or Jack Calvin do, Oats, Bedloe, Prance, Dugdale, Turbervile, That, with your help, made Monarchy to reel, And like t have turnd it to a Commonweal. Nor these, my Lord, cannot these Patriots dot, That once had Power to bring all things about, And cut off poor old Staffords Head to shoat. Then! must the Mercenary Axe proceed, Since youve not cheated Ketch, as Essex did; For which, perchance, there may Disputes ensue, Who was the better Subject of the Two, He that d[i]d save Five Pounds, or had his due. But these are Feuds I never shall desire, Though twas not fairly done to cheat th Esquire; I pitty Greatness; not because tis you, But from my Nature, and to Greatness due: So th Miracle be done, I care not how, Whether to Axe or Hal[t]er they do bow, My moderate Zeal would any way allow; The most Expedient surely best should please, That ridds the Nation of her worst Disease; Essex showd some remorse, which fain would be Mistaken for an ill-shapd Loyalty.
Would Monmouth, Armstrong, Ferguson, and Gray, Reflect as deeply, they would take h[i]s way; But who can hope for such a Consequence From Natural Fools, and hardned Impudence? Those whove raisd their Fortunes by their Prince, Livd by the warmth of his kind Influence. From Pardons and Indulgence, suckt their Breath, And now to seek their Great Preservers Death! Inhumane Vipers! pass the Frollick round, And save your injurd Prince two thousand pound; Or else cum in, who knows but you may find An Ignoramus Jury to your mind? Such as once savd your dear Achitophel, Which then did Authorise you to Rebel. David has been too merciful, tis known, And may perchance, forgive Young Absalom. Now give me leave to call my Fancy in, And talk of Russel, where I did begin. To what unequal heights didst thou Aspire! What was it thou couldst want or couldst Desire? Greatness thou hadst, and all the Plumbs of th Earth, Only a Crown, that did not fit thy Birth: And how seemd that to thee? a Glorious Thing! Which thy own Powr did make so Tottering. Farewel fond Russell, those may mourn thy fate, That hope, like thee, by Treason to be Grea[t]. Essexs dispairing factious Hand did do, What neuter Ketch th Esquire performd for you, And what I hope will follow all your Crew.
LONDON, Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, near the Hospital-Gate, in West-Smithfield, 1683.