An elegy on the death of William Lord Russel, who was beheaded for high-treason, in Lincoln-Inn-Fields, July the 21st. 1683. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03227 of text R36113 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E414). 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. 4 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 B03227 15604654 Wing E414 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[131] ESTC R36113 99890137 ocm99890137 182615 2240904951

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03227) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182615) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[131]) An elegy on the death of William Lord Russel, who was beheaded for high-treason, in Lincoln-Inn-Fields, July the 21st. 1683. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for Nath. Thompson ...]-Cross, [London : 1683. Verse: "To sigh when rebels fall, or shed a tear ..." Imperfect: stained, affecting imprint; imprint suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Russell, William, -- Lord, 1639-1683 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Rye House Plot, 1683 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. eebo An elegy on the death of William Lord Russel, who was beheaded for high-treason, in Lincoln-Inn-Fields, July the 21st. 1683. anon 1683 1 516 1 0 0 0 0 0 19.38 C The rate of 19.38 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

MEMENTO MORI

outline of tombstone including emblems of Death which surrounds text
AN ELEGY On the DEATH of William Lord RUSSEL , Who was Beheaded for High-Treason , in Lincolns-Inn-Fields , July the 21st . 1683. A scandalous Coppy on him . 21. July . 1683. TO sigh when Rebels fall , or shed a Tear , Must , doubtless , make Me Criminal appear ; Not that I love thy Treason , but thy Name , Which all ador'd , and in the Book of Fame Gave thee a place befitting thy Deserts ; But now thou wound'st all loyal honest Hearts Who shall we trust , if such as You Rebel ? So the great Lucifer from Heaven fell . RUSSEEL with Hell and Furies too combine ! To kill the KING and all the Royal Line ! Ah me ! it is too true ! His now lost Head Confirms whatever has on him been said . O that I live to hear the fatal sound , Whose very accent does my Heart-strings wound ! Is this your Loyalty ; Is this your Zeal , To damn your Soul for a curs'd Commonweal ? Though once I lov'd Thee , now I hate thy Name , And thus I 'll rend it from the Book of Fame , That future Ages , when they read thy shame , May praise Heav'ns Justice , and abhor thy Name . Who , but a Monster , could Rebellions prove To such Indulgence , Clemency and Love , As our Dread Sov'reign evermore bestows Upon his Friends , nay on his very Foes , Which slew his Father , and would Him Depose ? O that our Island should such Monsters breed , Which , Nero-like , delight to see her bleed ! Look down just Heav'n , with Vengeance upon those That are our Sov'reigns and our Churches Foes , And as thou hast , still all their Plots disclose : O let 'em not , although with Hell they joyn , E'r be successful in their damn'd Design , Whose only aim was to find out a way To turn our Sion to Acaldema , And make all Loyal honest men their Prey . Is 't thus you would defend the King & Laws ? Confusion seize you , and your Good Old Cause , And save our Sov'reign from your Bloody Paws . Unpity'd , therefore , let each Traytor die , While all that Loyal are , Amen do cry .
EPITAPH . HEre under lies a Rebel , whose Design Was to have murder'd all the Royal Line , But was prevented by the Power-Divine : The great Opposer of our Sov'reign's Laws , Who dy'd a Martyr for the Good Old Cause . May Heaven still defend the King and Throne , And may such cursed Rebels e'ry one Meet the same Fate ; then would our Isle be blest With Peace and Plenty , and a Halcyon-rest .

Printed by Na●h . Thompson at the entrance into the Old Spring Garden near Charing-Cross , 1683.