On the DEATH and Horrid Murther OF THE MOST REVEREND FATHER IN GOD, JAMES ARCHBISHOP of SAINT-ANDREWS LORD PRIMATE OF SCOTLAND.
ELEGIE.
'TIs none but Bleeding Sacred Tears that are
Admitted in our Sorrows to have share,
On Learn'd Saint Andrews Urne, none must have place,
But from Divines, right Consecrate with Grace:
The Primate, and the High Priest of our Land,
Murther'd and Martyr'd by Hells Cruel Band:
Assassin at, kill'd, in such Horrid way,
As may move Heav'ns, in Night to turn our Day.
The like Martyrologick wits knew ne're,
Turks, Pagans, Heths, Jews, sham'd such Act to hear,
With Pitty makes Rocks weep, and Earth to shake
Fearing of Doom-dayes Earth-Quake to partake,
Bad Omen that Gods Latter Judgement shall
To Albions Sphere before full Time befall.
Her Infamy, Disgrace, and endless Stain,
So nigh the Temple Aron should be slain.
Grave Patriarch, True Prophet, and Grave Father,
Apostle Just, Martyr'd in one together.
The Breast-plate who of Righteousness did bear,
Ag'd, Reverend, the Badge of Peace did wear.
Me thinks it s [...]d, Thy Snowy Head did not
Those Villans stop from Butchering Swords and Shot.
Inhumane Fact, Prodigious, 'bove all deeds,
Can be compar'd to none but Regicids;
From whose profession (if that I were one)
That Act would, bring me, had I Heart of Stone.
A Jesuitick Trick, no Church maintains,
Save Independent-Presbyterians;
Who has with Romes, this Year wrong'd Britains more,
By Plots and Murders, than ere heretofore.
Oh! brave Saint Andrews, Massacred, thus dies
For others sins becomes a Sacrifice.
Great Charles grief, to him such loss should be,
In Church and State prop'd His Authoritie.
At Restoration was chief Instrument;
Restor'd Religion to her Government,
From Babels-Tongues, Divinity has fred
A Verdent Garland has the Mitre bred.
Philosophy, Theology, in whom
And all Their Virtues strove betimes for room;
Humble, most Courtly, ne're deny'd Address
To orphans, Widows, and the Fatherless:
The Mirrour of all Piety and Good,
In a Grand, Church-man ever understood:
Was with Sage Council, Justice, Mercy load,
Obeyed King, Lov'd Country, feared God;
Thy Guiltless Blood, shed by Hells Fiends most strange,
As Abells did, calls from the Heavens, revenge.
Undoubtedly if in their pow'r it were,
Heavens Heirarchie would likeway Massacre:
In Soul a Seraphim plac'd there as due
'Mongst Martyrs, whiles Gods wrath do them pursue.
JAMES SHARP, Anag. A SERAPHIM.
The first Protestant Bishop heard or read
In Scotland for Religion Murdered.
M. M.