%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> AN / ELEGIE / Upon the Truly Worthy,and ever-to-be-remembred Loyal Gentleman, / Captain WILL. BEDLOW, / ENGLAD's Deliverer, and the Scourge of ROME: / Who Departed this Life on the 22 of this instant August; to the great Grief of all True Protestants. / With an ACCOUNT of his PIOUS END. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/21/2014 32939

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R36183 ALas! what sullen Fate has hence convey'd / That Soul once Heaven-inspir'd, whose Wisdom stay'd Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 337 AN / ELEGIE / Upon the Truly Worthy,and ever-to-be-remembred Loyal Gentleman, / Captain WILL. BEDLOW, / ENGLAD's Deliverer, and the Scourge of ROME: / Who Departed this Life on the 22 of this instant August; to the great Grief of all True Protestants. / With an ACCOUNT of his PIOUS END. AN ELEGIE Upon the Truly Worthy, and ever-to-be-remembred Loyal Gentleman, Captain WILL. BEDLOW, ENGLAD’s Deliverer, and the Scourge of ROME: Who Departed this Life on the 22 of this instant August; to the great Grief of all True Protestants. With an ACCOUNT of his PIOUS END. AN ELEGY Upon the Truly Worthy,and ever-to-be-remembered Loyal Gentleman, Captain WILLIAM BEDLOW, ENGLAND's Deliverer, and the Scourge of ROME: Who Departed this Life on the 22 of this instant August; to the great Grief of all True Protestants. With an ACCOUNT of his PIOUS END. 1680-1680 Langley Curtiss

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ALas! what sullen Fate has hence conveyd That Soul once Heaven-Inspird, whose Wisdom stayd The baleful Mischiefs of Blood thirsty Rome, Baffld the Tyrannies, reversd that Doome Which over us like a black Tempest spread, Just ready for to break on Albions head, And from her Womb ten thousand Murthers shed? Brave BEDLOW, he, who for his Country bold, Disdaind the Traitors Bribes, and spurnd at Gold. His Soul, more Noble still, was bent on good; Nor could he see Three Kingdoms set in Blood, But restless till he from far distance came, The horrid deeds of darkness to proclaime, Night-brooded secrets, first contrivd in Hell, By which the Sacrifice of Britain fell, Renowned GODFREY, whose fresh bleeding Wounds The lowd Alarum to the Nations sounds. For whilst to stifle Treasons thus they tryd, They lost their Aims, and Blood for vengeance cryd From this low Earth, and reachd the lofty Skie, Where his blessd Soul wavd in Eternity; Then was the far renowned Captain sent, No doubt by him who rules Omnipotent, Who soon expelld the gloomy shades wherein The horrid Crime so late had acted been; Unmaskd the blood-bedabld Traitors all, Whilst some they fled, the rest did justly fall, Opening wider yet the fatal PLOT, Which then by thousands was almost forgot. New Villanies by him were brought to light, In such dire shapes as might the world afright; Such as the cruel Scythians blush to own; Dire Treason, fit for Scarlet-Rome alone, And by their Roman dress were only known. Thus when they saw all the deep Mines they made As deeply Countermind, their Secrets laid Open to th vulgar eyes, and each start back, Pale with dread horrour at the wondrous tract; Down to Infernal Regions then they treat, And would a price with Gold for silence beat; Set Female-snares our Heroe to intrap, As Sampson once was in a Harlots lap: But his Heroick Soul disdaind a thing So mean and base; his care was for his KING And COUNTRIEs safety: for unto the last He Rome defid, and did her Treasons blast;
Breathd Piety, and did abhor her Crimes, Repenting him seducd in former times; Shedding of Tears that ere he did embrace The Scarlet Strumpet with a Crimson face, That sacred blood of Saints and Martyrs dyd, Which had been shed to satiate her pride; Discovering till the utmost gasp of breath, And more had done, had not the Tyrant Death Snatchd hence his Soul, envious we should enjoy One that would not permit him to destroy The many hundred thousands, which, had Rome Prevaild, ere this had in a silent Tomb Lain slumbring till the final Trumpets call, A prey for Death, to glut his Jaws withal. Oh Mourn, Great Britain, since brave BEDLOWs lost, And by a raging Feavour hence is tossd Up to the Confines of Eternal day, Among the blessd for ever there to stay. He, at the Therrour of whose Name the Pope Oft trembling stood, amazd, and lost his hope; Whom all his haughty Agents dreaded more, Than all besides that trod the British shore. Ours is the loss; whilst they rejoyce, we grieve; But tis in vain, when sorrow cant relieve: Yet let us not despair, but all submit To what the wise Eternal God thinks fit: He, though the worthy Heros in his Grave, Can raise up more, the self-same way to save; Or can by other means defend the Throne Of our just Monarch, Heavens great Vice-roy known; Confound their Hellish Malice as at first, And raise Discovery from brave BEDLOWs dust. The EPITAPH. REader, behold this worthy Herse, and Mourn; Tis his, whose Noble Soul did dangers scorn; His, who to save his Country bravd proud Rome, And all her threats both present and to come. Grateful for ever be his Memory; Whilst ENGLANDs Protestant, he cannot dye: Though death to Natures debt has now laid claime, To Everlasting lives his worthy Name.
FINIS. LONDON: Printed for Langley Curtiss. 1680.