%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> AN ELEGIE / On the never to be forgotten / Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight; / Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty, / and Royal Brother, June 20. 1684. / With some Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/08/2012 32147

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R34872 STand forth ye damn'd deluding Priests of Baal, / And sound from out each Trumpet Mouth a Call: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 134747 AN ELEGIE / On the never to be forgotten / Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight; / Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty, / and Royal Brother, June 20. 1684. / With some Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction. AN ELEGIE On the never to be forgotten Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight; Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty, and Royal Brother, June 20. 1684. With some Satyrical Reflections on the whole Faction. AN ELEGY On the never to be forgotten Sir Thomas Armstrong Knight; Executed for Conspiring the Death of His most Sacred Majesty, and Royal Brother, June 20. 1684. With some Satirical Reflections on the whole Faction. 1684-1684 William Bateman

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STand forth ye damnd deluding Priests of Baal, And sound from out each Trumpet Mouth a Call: Let it be loud and shrill, that evry Man May hear the noise, from Beersheba to Dan; To summon all the Faction, that they may In doleful Hums and Haws, bewail this day, And to their Just Confusion howl and roar, For the great Bully of their Cause, is now no more. But now methinks I hear the Faction cry, O hone! Wheres all thy Pomp and Gallantry? Thy Great Commands, thy Interest and thy State? The many Crouds which did upon thee wait? When thou like Atlas on thy shoulders bore, That mighty World which we so much adore (That Pageant Heroe, Off-spring of a Whore.) Behold ye stubborn Crew, the certain Fate That waits upon the hardened Reprobate. See; the effects of Treasons Terrible, In this life Infamy, and i th next a Hell, While Heavn attends on Kings with special Care, The Traitor to himself becomes a snare: Drove out like Cain, to wander through the World, By his own thoughts into Distraction hurld, Despisd by all, perplext with hourly fear, And by his Friends pusht like the hunted Deer, Like a mad Dog, still houted as he ran, A just Reward for th base Rebellious man. How often has kind Heaven preservd the Crown, And tumbled the Audacious Rebel down? How many Warnings have they had of late? How often read their own impending Fate? That still they dare their wicked Acts pursue, And know what Heaven has ordaind their due? That man who coud not reasnably desire To raise his Fortunes, and his Glories higher, Who did enjoy, unto a wish, such store, That all his Ancestors scarce heard of more, Shoud by his own procuring fall so low, As if hed studyd his own overthrow, Looks like a story yet without a Name, And may be stild the first Novel in Fame? So the famd Angels, Turbulent as Great, Who always waited bout the Mercy-Seat, Desiring to be something yet unknown, Blunderd at all, and would have graspt the Crown, Till Heavens Great Monarch, saw they woud Rebel, Then dasht their Hopes, and damnd them down to Hell. And now methinks I see to th fatal place A Troop of Whiggs with Faction in each Face, And Red-swoln Eyes, moving with mournful pace, Pitying the Mighty Sampson of their Cause, Cursing their Fates, and Railing at the Laws. The Sisters too appear, with sniveling Cryes, To celebrate their Stallions Obsequies; From th Play-house and from Change, how they resort, From Country, City, nay, theres some from Court,
From the Old C---ss witherd and decayd, To a Whigg Brewers Youthful Lovely Maid. Gods! What a Troop is here? sure Hercules Had found enough so many Whores to please. Repent, ye Factious Rout, Repent and be Forewarnd by this bold Traytors Destiny. Go home ye Factious Dogs, and mend your Lives; Be Loyal, and make honest all your Wives. You keep from Conventicles first, and then Keep all your Wives from Conventicling Men. Leave off your Railing gainst the King and State, Your foolish Prating, and more foolish Hate. Obey the Laws, and bravely act your parts, And to the Church unite in Tongues and Hearts; Be sudden too, before it proves too late, Lest you partake of this bold Traytors Fate. And if the Faction thinks it worth the Cost, (To keep this Bullys Name from being lost) To raise a Pillar, to perpetuate His Wondrous Actions, and Ignoble Fate, Let em about it streight, and when tis done, Ile Crown the Work with this Inscription. Bold Fame thou Lyst! Read here all you That woud this Mighty Mortal know; First, he was one of low degree, But rose to an Hyperbole. Famous t excess in evry thing, But duty to his God, and King; In Oaths as Great as any He, That ever Gracd the Tripple Tree; So Absolute, when Drencht in Wine, He might have been the God o th Vine. His Brutal Lust was still so strong, He never spard, or old, or young; In Cards and Dice he was well known, T out-cheat the Cheaters of the Town. These were his Virtues, if youd know His Vices too pray read below. Not wholly Whig, nor Atheist neither, But something formd of both together, Famous in horrid Blasphemies, Practicd in base Adulteries. In Murders versd as black, and foul As his Degenerated Soul. Ins Maxims too, as great a Beast, As * those his honest Father drest. The Factions Bully, Sisters Stallion: Now Hangd, and Damnd, for his Rebellion. *His Father was a Groom.
LONDON, Printed for William Bateman, in the Old Change.