[THE ]
Lord RUSSELS Farewel,
Who was Beheaded for High-Treason , in
Lincolns-Inn-Fields,
JULY 21st. 1683.
To the Tune of, Tender hearts of London City.
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P Ride the bane of humane creatures, will corrupt the best of natures, when it soars
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to its full height, who can stand it or command it, when the object is in sight?
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Reason is no more our jewel,
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When our dearest thoughts are cruel,
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all her Maxims are forgot:
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Else what reason, was for Treason,
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or this base inhumane Plot.
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Russel that injoy'd the treasure,
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Every way repleat with pleasure,
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had Allegience quite forgot:
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Hopes of Risiing did advise him,
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to this base inhumane Plot.
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Who alas! could he desire,
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That himself could not require,
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pride did only his besott;
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To aspire to grow higher,
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By a base inhumane Plot.
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Safely might have liv'd for ever,
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In a gracious Princes favour,
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and more honour there have got:
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Then his thoughts what e're they wrought,
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By any base inhumane Plot.
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Those false hopes that did deceive him,
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With his nature will nht leave him,
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nor with his poor body rot:
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Whilst records, the world affords,
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his Treason ne'r will be forgot.
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Better be the Earl of Bedford ,
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Then for Treason loose his Head for't,
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and to make his name a blot:
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In each Lybel as a Rebbell,
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In a base inhumane Plot.
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If his Prince had ever left him,
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Or of any Grace bereft him,
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e're his Treason force his Lot:
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Yet Obedience and Allegience,
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should have kept him from this Plot.
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Treason is a Crime 'gainst nature,
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Against Kings the highest matter,
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sure can never be forgot:
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he that blames him does prophane him
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and his soul is in the Plot.
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Russel dy'd then unlamented,
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By all men but who consented
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to this damn'd inhumane Plot:
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To Distroy the Nations joy,
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the King and Monarchy should Rot.
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But Heavens preserve the Crimson Royal
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And bring all the rest to tryal
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who Alegience have forgot:
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And confounded be each Round-head,
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in this damn'd inhumane Plot.
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FINIS.
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