AN ELEGIE UPON Edward Fitz-Harris, Executed at Tyburn for High-Treason upon Friday, July 1. 1681.

UNhappy Man! the Nations scorn and hate,
How shall I do thy Death to deplorate?
[...] Tears are due to such a Tragedy,
Who liv'd unlov'd, must needs unpitied dye;
Upon that Soyl where nought but Thorns will grow,
In vain the Heavens their baulmy Dews bestow,
Had thy Crimes been of a less bloody hue,
Humanity would have made something due,
A thing that's soft in all but such as you;
But where the Widdows and the Orphans Tears,
Three Kingdoms Misery for many years
Intail'd upon them and the Sacred Blood
Of a Great Prince, so merciful and good,
Could no Relentings find, Humanity
It self is forfeit, You deserv'd to dye:
Such Blood we can compassionate no more
The loss of, than our own diseased Store,
When in the Crisis of a Plurisie
Blood must be spilt, or we our selves must dye;
How many Mischiefs ran in every Vein,
That did that hateful Blood of thine contain:
Whose Circulations still did ebb and flow
With Plots and Stratagems, to overthrow
Thy Country's Peace; whose Pulse did nothing beat
But Plots and Treasons, and whose Native heat
Inflamed by a Popish Devilish Zeal,
Rag'd with a Calenture as hot as Hell.
Thou that hast been the Tennis-Ball of State,
Bandy'd betwixt the Powers and thy Fate,
So for a time suspended, Vengeance now
(Impatient grown) has giv'n the fatal Blow,
That to the curs'd Designs thou didst intend
Against these Kingdoms puts a final End:
Now 'tis too late to blind us any more
With feign'd Discov'ries, as thou didst before;
To flatter Mercy with a Tale, and then
True Papist-like, unsay the same again.
What e're it was, thou ought'st to let us know
[...] by an Eternal Silence now;
Yet Heav'n knows all, and will in time reveal
These Depths of Treachery, which to conceal,
Rome by her Damned Oaths, and Idle Frights,
Obliges her Deluded Proselites.
But stay, Is there no Room for Charity
In such a Case as this? Papists deny
It us, and by uncharitable Votes
Next damn our Souls, when they have cut our throats.
The Laws of our Religion us inclines
T' assume more soft and charitable minds;
And when that Justice once has had its due,
We can both hope their good, and pity too.
Poor Dying Ma [...]factors; we can pray
For them while there is life; and hope all may
Be well after their Death, especially
Where any Sorrow for their Guilt w'espy;
Where any shews of true Repentance are,
Our Church has charitably taken care
To purge each Souls by Absolution,
Before their Merited Execution:
Our Justice (not invenomed with Spite
Or Malice) grants a charitable-right
To such Offenders, that their Souls may have
A place in Heav'n, whose Bodies want a Grave,
Altho we make no Traytors Martyrs, we
Allow them Happiness in Charity,
Where they are truly Penitent, Confession
Serves sometimes here to blot out a Transgression,
And to obtain a Pardon, but when here
It is deny'd, it may be gotten there
Where Pity springs, where boundless Mercies flow,
We wish, and hope it may be his Case now.

London, Printed for Thomas Snowden, An. 1681.

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