Elegy in memory of that valient champion… (1823)
“ Beloved well of all my friends, Till at the last he lost his means, And fell in want and poverty. Which made him to the Abbey fly. He who the covenants did burn, A cheating bankrupt did become; He lost his senses turn'd demented, And none but me his case lamented; And at the end of all did die, Bemoaned by no man but me. ”
Elegy in memory of that valient champion… (1823)
“ He was my trusty constant liege, Who at all times did me oblige; But now what shall I think or say? By death at last he's a'en away. He was a man of meikle zeal, Who in my service did not fail: He was no coward to relent; No man dare say he did repent Or the good service done to me ”
Elegy in memory of that valient champion… (1823)
“ His griping claws were made of steel, They were so crooked hard, and sharp, They pierc'd men's substance to the heart. The king's commission while he did bear, Men loft their conscience, life, or gear. ”
