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The Author of the History of the DOUGLASSES hath translated the foresaid Verses thus.

Envious Death who ruins all,
Hath wrought the sad lamented Fall.
Of Wallace, and no more remains
Of him, then what an Urn contains,
We Ashes for our Hero have,
He for his Armour a cold Grave;
He left the Earth too low a State,
And by his Acts o'ercame his Fate.
His Soul Death had not Power to kill,
His noble Deeds the World fill,
With lasting Trophies of his Name.
O! hadst thou Vertue lov'd or Fame,
Thou cou'dst not have insulted so
Over a Brave, betrayed Foe,
Edward, nor seen these Limbs expos'd,
To publick Shame, fit to be clos'd
As Relicks in an holy Shrine,
But now the Infamy is thine,
His End Crowns him with glorious Bays
And stains the Brightest of thy Praise.