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But envious Fate has claim'd its due,
Here lies the mortal part

of True ; His deathless virtues must survive, To better us that are alive.

His prudence and his wit were seen
In that, from Mary's grace and mien,
He own'd the power, and lov'd the Queen.
By long obedience he con fest
That serving her was to be blest.
Ye murmurers, let True evince
That men are beasts, and dogs have sense!

His faith and truth all Whitehall knows,
He ne'er could fawn or flatter those
Whom he believ'd were Mary's foes :
Ne'er skulk’d from whence his sovereign led him,
Or snarl'd against the hand that fed him.
Read this, ye statesmen now in favour,
And mend your own, by True's behaviour !

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M.

T. Richmond and Peterburgh, Matt gave his

letters, And thought they were safe in the hands of his betters. How happen'd it then that the packets were lost ? These were Knights of the Garter, not Knights of the Poit.

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Τ Η Ε

Of Nero, tyrant, petty king *;

Who heretofore did reign
In fam'd Hibernia, I will finge

And in a ditty plain.

He hated was by rich and poor,

For reasons you shall hear ; So ill he exercis'd his

power, That he him felf did fear.

Full proud and arrogant was he,

And covetous withal ;
The guilty he would still set free,

But guiltless men enthral.

* Lord Coningsby, one of the lords justices of Ireland. -He is the same person inentioned in Downhall:

He

He, with a haughty impious nod,

Would curse and dogmatize ; Nor fearing either man or God;

Gold he did idolize.

A patriot + of high degree,

Who could no longer bear This upstart Viceroy's tyranny,

Against him did declare.

And, arm'd with truth, impeach'd the Don

Of his enormous crimes, Which I ’ll unfold to you anon,

In low, but faithful rhymes.

The articles recorded stand,

Against this peerless peer,
Search but the archives of the land ,

You'll find them written there.

Attend, and justly I'll recite

His treasons to you all,
The heads set in their native light

(And figh poor Gaphny's fall).

That traiterously he did abuse

The power in him repos'd; And wickedly the same did use,

On all mankind impos’d.

+ The Earl of Bellamont impeached Copingsby. * Journal, Sabbati, 16 die Decembris, 1693.

That

That he, contrary to all law,

An oath did frame and make, Compelling the militia

Th'illegal oath to take.

Free-quarters for the army too

He did exact and force
On Protestants ; his love to show,

Than Papist us'd them worse.

On all provisions destin'd for

The camp at Limerick,
He laid a tax full hard and fore,

Though many men were fick.

The futlers too he did ordain

For licences should pay,
Which they refus'd with just disdain,

And Aed the camp away.

By which provisions were fo fcant,

That hundreds there did die,
The soldiers food and drink did want,

Nor famine could they fly.

He so much lov'd his private gain,

He could not hear or fee;
They might, or die, or might complain,

Without relief, PARDIE.

That,

That, above and against all right,

By word of mouth did he,
In council sitting, hellish spite,

The Farmer's fate decree :

That be, O ciel! without trial,

Straitway should hanged be ; Though then the courts were open all,

Yet Nero judge would be.

No sooner said, but it was done,

The BOURREAU did his worst; Gaphny, alas! is dead and gone,

And left his judge accurft.

In this concise despotic way

Unhappy Gaphny fell,
Which did all honest men affray,

As truly it might well.

Full two good hundred pounds a year,
This
poor

man's real estate, He fettled on his favourite dear,

And Culliford can say 't.

Belides, he gave five hundred pound

To Fielding his own fcribe,
Who was his bail ; one friend he found,

He ow'd him to the bribe.