Funeral tears upon the death of Captain William Bedloe Duke, Richard, 1658-1711. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A36813 of text R40148 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2505B). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A36813 Wing D2505B ESTC R40148 18764898 ocm 18764898 108242 2240871294

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A36813) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 108242) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1650:8) Funeral tears upon the death of Captain William Bedloe Duke, Richard, 1658-1711. 1 broadside. Printed J. Vade, London : 1681. In verse. Attributed to Duke by Wing and NUC pre-1956 imprints. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Bedloe, William, 1650-1680 -- Poetry. Popish Plot, 1678 -- Poetry. eebo Funeral tears upon the death of Captain William Bedloe. Duke, Richard, 1681 1 455 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2006-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-11 Sampled and proofread 2006-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2007-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
FUNERAL TEARS Upon the Death OF Captain William Bedloe . SAd Fate ! our valiant Captain Bedloe , In Earths cold Bed lyes with his head low : Who to his last made out the PLOT , And Swearing dy'd upon the Spot . Sure Death was Popishly affected , She had our Witness else protected : Or downright Papist , or the Jade A Papist is in Mascarade . The Valiant Bedloe , Learned Oates , From Popish Knives sav'd all our Throats : By such a Sword , and such a Gown Soon would the Beast have tumbled down . They Conquer like the Hebrew King , And Oaths at Rome's Goliah sling : And never take God's Name in vain ; As many Oaths , so many slain . The stoutest of the Roman Band Could not their thundering Volleys stand ; But all those Missioners of Hell By dint of Affidavit fell . Great things our Heroe brought to light ; Yet greater still kept out of sight : And for his King , and Countries sake Still new Discoveries could make : In proper season to relieve , He still kept something in his sleeve ; He was become for England's good , An endless Mine , a wastless flood ; Still prodigal , yet never poor , No spending could exhaust his Store . But Death , alas ! that Popish Fiend , To all our hopes has put an end ; Has stop'd the Course , and dry'd the Spring Which new Plot-tidings still would bring . This Witness ( did the Fates so please ) Had sworn us into Happiness ; Made the Court chast , Religion pure ; And wrought an Universal Cure ; Sworn Westminster into good Order , Reform'd Chief-Justice , and Recorder : The Land from Romish Locusts purg'd , And from Whitehal the Chits had scourg'd ; Had judg'd the great Succession-Case , And sworn the Crown to the right place . England ! The mighty loss bemoan ! Thy watchful Sentinel is gone . Now may the Pilgrims land from Spain , And undiscover'd cross the Main . Now may the Forty Thousand Men In Popish Arms be rais'd agen ; Black Bills may fly about our ears ; Who shall secure us from our Fears ? Jesuits may fall to their old sport Of Burning , Slaying Town and Court , And we never the wiser for 't . Then pitty us ; Exert thy Power To save us in this dangerous Hour . Thou hast to Death Sworn many men , Ah! Swear thy self to Life agen . FINIS .

LONDON ; Printed for J. Vade , 1681.