. The Roxburghe ballads. e : There is no manthat thinks that I would kill the King that knows me. I am not aman to have such a design: perhaps I may sag I have saved his lifeonce. England should hold him iu her heart, secure against slander,uplifted from neglect. He needed no funeral oration ; needed nopublic prayers or obsequies. He faced Eternity without a tremor,and died as he had lived, incapable of meanness or flattery: evento the mob around him, or to the busy divines awaiting a farewellspeech. The headsman asked him, Are you ready, Sir? Willyou rise again ? Like notes of doom came the r
. The Roxburghe ballads. e : There is no manthat thinks that I would kill the King that knows me. I am not aman to have such a design: perhaps I may sag I have saved his lifeonce. England should hold him iu her heart, secure against slander,uplifted from neglect. He needed no funeral oration ; needed nopublic prayers or obsequies. He faced Eternity without a tremor,and died as he had lived, incapable of meanness or flattery: evento the mob around him, or to the busy divines awaiting a farewellspeech. The headsman asked him, Are you ready, Sir? Willyou rise again ? Like notes of doom came the reply of Sydney : Not till the general resurrection. Strike on ! 426 [Roxburghe Collection, IV. 12.] Collonei %>iMtfs Dtoertljroto; ©r, Ercasonagamst his £acrco fHajcstu for cnoeauourtno; the Subversionof the (Soucrnmcnt, &c. To the Tune of, Noiv, now the Fights clone. [See pp. 354, 359.]. GOod People, adieu ! and fair England farewel,And you that survive me, pray never Rebell ;Be true to your Prince, who a a Monarch indeed,And doth not desire that a subject should bleed :Be Loyal and true, that your lives you may save,And bring not gray hairs with shame to the Grave. Colonel Sydneys Overthrow. 427 Take warning by me, that am now on the brink Of Death, and my Spirits are ready to sink ; But that which most troubles me, now I must dye, Is that I was guilty of Disloyalty : To your Prince then be Loyal, your Ikes seek to save, And bring not gray hairs with shame to the Grave. 12 Poor I, that have flourished in credit and fame,Now finish my days with dishonour and shame ;The name of a Sidney long famous hath been,But is somewhat Eclipsd by my weakness you that desire to live splendid and brave,Bring not your gray hairs tvith grief to the Grave. 18 Could I but redeem what is past and is gone, I would find other thoughts to be thinking upon ; Yea, and strive to reve
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