Upon the execution of the late Viscount Stafford. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06376 of text R39736 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing U111). 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. 6 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 B06376 18478037 Wing U111 Interim Tract Supplement Guide Lutt.III[136] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[145] ESTC R39736 99890553 ocm99890553 181471 2248549405

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06376) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181471) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; C6:1[138]; A1:1[146]) Upon the execution of the late Viscount Stafford. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed by D[avid]. M[allet]., London, : December, 29, 1680. In verse. First line of text: "Shall every Jack and every Jill,". Printer's name from Wing CD-ROM, 1996. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Stafford, William Howard, -- Viscount, 1614-1680 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Catholics -- England -- Controversial literature -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo Upon the execution of the late Viscount Stafford. anon 1680 1 929 1 0 0 0 0 0 10.76 C The rate of 10.76 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-05 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-06 Sampled and proofread 2010-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2011-06 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
UPON THE EXECUTION Of the Late Viscount STAFFORD . I. SHall every Jack and every Jill , That rides in State up Holborn-Hill By aid of Smithfield Rhymes defie The Malice of Mortality ? And shall Lord Stafford dye forgot ? He that would needs be such a Sot , To dye for love of a damn'd Plot ? No , Viscount , no ; beleive it not , II. Diana's Temple , all in flame , Advanc'd th' Incendiaries Name ; Ruffians , and Bauds , and Whores , and Theives , In Ballad Records live new lives , And shall a Lord because a Traytor , In such an Age so given to flatter , Want that which others , Saints to him , Nere want to ●ame them ▪ Words and Rhime . III. Oh Sir , the Papishes , you know Have much more gratitude then so ; For this same Lord that brake the Laws Of God and Man , to serve their Cause , Shall live in Prayers , and Almanacks Beyond what Ballad-Monger make ; And some years hence , you 'l see , shall work Such Miracles , would turn a Turk . IV. Blest is that Man that has a Box To save the Sawdust in , that sokes His tainted Blood , or can besmeare One corner of his Muckinder ; Oh! then , some Ages hence they 'l cry Lo , Stafford's blood , and shed for why ? For notihng but because he sought To kill his Prince , and sham the Plot. V. Now they that dye for crimes like these , The Papists send to Heaven with ease . For they secure 'em safe from Hell , Which once beleiv'd , the rest is well . A strange beleif , that Men should think That were not drunk with worse then Drink ; That such Rewards as Deifying , By Treason should begain'd and Lying ! VI. The Man that for Religion dyes Has nothing more before his Eyes , But he that dyes a Criminal Dyes with a load , and none can call Religion that which makes him dream Obduracy can hide his shame . VII . The Pope may do what he conjectures As to the business of his Pictures , The Colours nere can hide the Crimes , Stories will read to after Times . And t will be found' the Hangmans hands , Will strangely blur the Pope's commands . VIII . Had he but shewed some Christmas Gambles , And Headless took St Denis Rambles , The Plot had been a damnable thing , And down had gon the Scaffolding , But cause his Lordship this forgot , Men still beleive there is a Plot. IX . Where was St. Dominic , a sleep ? Where did St Frank , his Kennel keep ? That on a business so emergen , They did not briskly teize the Virgin ? To let his Lordship play a Prank Her Grace becoming , and his Rank ? X. But they that Heaven and Earth command , You see sometimes they 'r at a stand ; For rruth to tell ye , should the Saints , Be bound to hear all fool's complaints ; Their lives would be as voyd of mirth In Heaven , as formerly on Earth . XI . Now Ballad-wise before he 's dead , To tell ye what the Sufferer said ; He both defended , and gain-said , Held up his hands and cry'd and pray'd And swore he nere was in the Plot , No , by his Vicountship , God wot . XII . Come come , Sir , had it not been better To have dy'd to death common debter ? And that upon your lasting Stone , This Character had been alone ? Here lyes a very Honest Lord , True to his King , true to his word . XIII . But those , of your Religion , Are now a days so damn'd high flown , You think that nothing makes a Saint But Plot refin'd , and Treason Quaint ; And Heaven accepts no Offerings , But ruin'd Kingdoms , murdered Kings . XIV . Now you that knew who were his Judges , Who found him Guilty without grudges , Who gave him over to the Block , And how he sham'd to save the stroak , If you beleive the speech he made ye , L'strange , and Payton's shame degrade ye XV. They us'd all Arts that could cajole , You may be sure , his silly Soul ; And were those promises perform'd , With which his conscience they had charm'd , Who would betray a cursed Plot , To be when dead , the Lord knows what ? XVI . But if those jolly Promises Do send thee into little ease , As certainly they must undo thee , What ever Fools and Knaves said to thee ; Then Phlegeus-like in Hell condole , And curse them that betray'd thy Soul . XVII . Now God preserve our Noble King , And bless all them that thus did bring Unto the Block that silly Head , That car'd not what it did or said . And all good Men may Heaven defend , From such a vile untimely End .

LONDON , Printed by D. M. December , 29 , 1680.