Poems on Affairs of State | ||
On Sir Will. Jones, an Epitaph.
Sir William in Arcta custodia lies,Committed by Death Sans Bail or Mainprize,
Forsaking his King, a very good Client,
He turn'd Jack Presbyter, O fie on't!
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Returned was by him for Anarchy.
A Gem call'd the Law in his Head there lay,
So Toads hold Pearls in Capite they say:
And stor'd he was with Poison like those Creatures,
Which made him swell so big against his Betters.
His Eyes so full were with Infection fill'd,
Loyalty seem'd a Statute-Law repeal'd:
He stuck close on the Republick side,
And having spit his Venom out, he dy'd.
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