Page:Elegy in memory of that valiant champion, Sir Robert Grierson of Lag; who died Decem. 23d, 1733.pdf/7

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His gripping claws were made of steel,
They were so crooked, hard and sharp,
They pierc'd men s sustance to the heart;
The king's commission while he did bear,
Then lost their conscience, life or gear:
But Charles too soon him discarded;
Yet I his kindness well rewarded,
And this I hope he'll not deny,
Once now he lives as well as I

FLETCHER, my friend, he was the first,
As advocate, who did insist
Against the Whigs, in the king's name,
To bring them to an open shame:
Charles my son did him install,
To bring these rebels under thrall,
Who still for covenants were pleading,
To justify their old proceeding:
He labour'd very earnestly
To please his sovereign and me,
By rooting out base Presbyt'ry
And planting noble Prelacy;
By banishing some far away,
That us'd my dictates to gainsay;
By sumptuous fines, making them poor;
That never could my yoke endure;
By shutting up in prison strong
These men who did my interest wrong;
And thirsting so the blood of them
Who did my government contemn:
His malice was so set on fire,
That nothing could quench his desire,
And Argyll, mine enemy,
Was brought condignly for to die;
And Guthery who did me oppose,
By hanging he his days did close,
And Wariston the worst of all,

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