AN
ELEGIE
On Coronel BLOOD,
Notorious for Stealing the Crown, etc. Who Dyed the
Twenty Sixth of August, 1680.
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THanks ye kind Fates, for your last Favour shown
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Of stealing BLOOD, who lately stole the Crown;
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We'l not exclaim so much against you since;
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As well as BEDLOE, you have fetcht him hence,
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He who ha been a Plague to all Mankind:
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And never was to anyone a Friend,
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Nay to himself such torment was at last,
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He wisht his Life had long ago been past.
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For who can bear, a discontented minde
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Or any Peace with an ill Conscience finde,
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Thro' his whole Life, he practis'd Villany
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And Lov'd it though he nothing got thereby;
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At first uneasy at the Kings return
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With secret Malice his bold heart'did burn.
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Against his Sovereign, and on pretence
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He had much wrong'd his Feign'd Innocence;
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To IRELAND went, and several ways did try
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Rather then he would unrevenged Dye,
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To vent his Malice on His MAJESTY.
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But finding there all his attempts prove vain,
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To ENGLAND forthwith he returns again,
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And after some small time, he had Liv'd here
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The first Great thing in which he did appear,
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Was rescuing from Justice CAPTAIN MASON,
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Whom all the WORLD doth know, t'have been a base one
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The next ill thing he Boldly undertook,
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Was Barbarously seizing of a DUKE.
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Whom as he since confess'd, he did intend
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To Hang for Injuries he did pretend:
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The DUKE had alone him, though the World does know
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His Grace was ne're to a Good Man a Foe:
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Having through all, his many well spent Days;
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Serv'd His KING and Country, several ways
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And Patiently his troubles underwent,
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Finding a sweetness, ev'n in Banishment
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And Death, he Patiently wou'd have endur'd,
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The KINGS Restoring cou'd he have secur'd:
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A DUKE, who being by Providence preserv'd
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Hath begot Sons; who Valiantly have serv'd.
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His MAJESTY, and Great Renown Obtein'd
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In many Battles by your Valour Gain'd,
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Great OSSERY, who by his Conduct wise,
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Did Oft by Stratagems, his Foes surprize
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And hath as often beat them with his Sword;
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Was the Eldest Son, of this most Noble LORD.
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But I my HEROE almost had forgot,
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And th' next thing he Engag'd in was a PLOT.
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To seize the CROWN; and without doubt he who
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So Great a Piece of Villany would do,
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When he saw Time, wou'd have attempted too;
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His MAJESTY; but failing of the prize,
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About the Town he undiscovei'd lies,
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Harbour'd by some of's fellow Rogues, yet see
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How few can scape concernd in Villany,
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In a short time, he apprehended was
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And brav'd His MAJESTY, even to his Face
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Yet when one wou'd, have thought he should have had;
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Reward for's Villany; and have been made
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Example to all Ages our good King,
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Gave him his Life, (who long has strove to bring
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Destruction on him,) and did him Restore,
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To liberty, thinking he ne're wou'd more
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Do anything unjust again when loe;
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His stiring Spirit, was not contented so,
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For he Engages in th' Conspiracy,
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To ruine th'Honour, Life, and Liberty,
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Of a deserving Noble Honest Peer,
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And had him brought, unto destruction near
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But Divine providence forever Blest:
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Prevented this, as well as all the Rest
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By th' coming in of some, that were concern'd
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Which all your PLOT; into confusion turn'd,
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At last our Famous HEROE Coronel BLOOD,
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Seeing his Projects all will do no good,
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And that Success was to him still deny'd,
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Fell sick with Grief, broke his great Heart and dy'd.
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The EPITAPH.
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HERE Lies the Man, who boldly hath run through,
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More Villanies then ever ENGLAND knew;
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And nere to any Friend, he had was true,
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Here let him then by all unpittied Lye,
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And Let's Rejoyce his time was come to Dye.
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