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IF Mighty Verse like great Omnipotence, Can both Rewards and Punishments dispense, Verse that strows Sweets or Cankers on the Grave, That Brands the Impious, and Embalms the Brave; Horrour itself must write an ELEGY; Nor can such Guilt evn with the Guilty Die. At common stakes the Malefacter dies, His Funeral Rites in his Spectators Eyes. Beyond the stroke we hear no more the Name: As if his limited Breath and bounded Shame Lulld in one slumber to one Grave should go, Whilst Justice strikes, and Pity seals the Blow. But, Fatal Hobry, thy unhappier Hands, (As if thou hadst studied for Eternal Brands) Soard to that Height, to that Exalted Crime; Our Eyes evn dread to look where thou ner dreadst to climb. Who to her Fate a Path like Thee could choose; A Fate unmournd? as if resolved to lose Even that last stake the Wretched nere forgo, Pity the last Inheritance of Woe. Nay, to be yet more miserable still, Thy hideous Tale that sullied Page shall fill; On hardend Brass Thy Fame shall written be, If possible more hardend evn then Thee. But sure Thy Death might wash Thy Stain away! No! though the Debts to blood in blood we pay, Heap Rocks on Rocks, Thy Infamy unhusht, By all that pondrous weight too feebly crusht, Like the old conquerd Gyants, still would rise, And heave beneath the Mountains where it lies. Nay, theighten the black Dye thy story wears The Perpetration acted at Thy years! T increase the Prodigy, so hot the Rage, At so decrepit, and so cold an Age; By Times long Frozen Hand, Thy feeble Arm--- But oh! what Frost can chill where Hell can warm? Methinks I saw the sleeping Husband killd, Her vigorous Arm with youthfull sinews filld,
And stoutly following the Triumphant Stroak, Unbrancht, Unlimbd, She hewd the falling Oak; While peeping Vengeance, that reserved the Meed Of Treason, lookt all ghastly at the Deed. Had some young Girl by covetous Parents Doom, In Natures Prime, in Youth and Beauties Bloom, Betrayd to some old jealous Misers Bed, To Impotence, to Age and Aches Wed; Her Chamber-walls, her Dungeon, and her Tomb, Lockt up from Foraging, yet starvd at home: Had this mewd slave, to meet some dearer Charms, And run to a more darling Lovers Arms, A Cawdle spiced, or cut a Jugular Vein, Her Jaylor laid asleep to break her Chain; The Murdering Blow her pitied hand should give, Would scarcely to a Nine Days wonder Live. But Hobry, Thy more Execrated shame Shall even survive the Great Medeas Name. The mangled Brothers Limbs that Sorceress tore, In dull Oblivion lost, shall live no more. But twas a Deed thy Arm alone durst do, And thy Great Exits thy Great Merits due. Behold the wanton flames sport round thy head, Resolved to have thy Funeral Ashes spread Wide as thy Husbands scatterd Limbs were laid. Heavens Roofs Thy Marble, and the World thy Tomb. Yes, twas but just Thy Dust should find that Room, That large, that spacious Sepulcher should have, The Stench too noysome for a Narroer Grave.
FINIS. This may be Printed, R.P. London, Printed for Randal Taylor, near Stationers-Hall, 1688.