THE EPITAPH Of the most Renowned and Illustrious Capt. WILLIAM BEDLOE.  

STay Passenger! I am no common Stone,  
The Dust's not Vulgar which I lie upon:  
This is the Mighty Captain Bedloes Grave,  
Now honest Protestant, though once Popish Knave,  
Who falsely Men out of their lives did Swear,  
And with his Tongue more Men than Hands did fear:  
That nimble Weapon he'd so finely use,  
That He Three Kingdoms with it did abuse:  
Noll's Sword did do no more; Yet this great Wight,  
(As once the Giants,) did 'gainst Heaven fight:  
False Oaths on Oaths he laid, the Bulk did rise  
Into a Teneriff of PERJURIES;  
On which base Mount he stood, add Heaven did dare,  
At the Old-Baily too and Impious War;  
For who false Oath does take, at that bold hit,  
Does in the face of his Creator spit;  
Such Christians who should be his Friends, do use  
Crist worse, than did his Foes the Jews:  
They knew not what they did when He did Die,  
These knowing Christians do Christ Crucify  
With loathsome Oaths, which more prevails  
On's Sacred Virgin-flesh, than did the Nails  
Which pierced his Hands and Feet when He did Die,  
To save this Villain on Mount Calvery:  
But Heaven's asleep, at which Mortals wonder,  
Fearing he has forgot 'gainst Sin to Thunder;  
Or else this Fiddler's Son could ne'er have Died,  
The People's Sorrow, almost Deified:  
Who as their second Saviour they Bewail,  
And have forgot He once did Horses steal.  
No, no; we Judge according to our Sense,  
Which cannot futhom Ocean-Providence,  
Which Buoys those up who in it boldy strive  
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That He Three Kingdoms with it did abuse:  
Noll's Sword did do no more; Yet this great Wight,  
(As once the Giants,) did 'gainst Heaven fight:  
False Oaths on Oaths he laid, the Bulk did rise  
●nto a Teneriff of PERJURIES;  
On which base Mount he stood, add Heaven did dare,  
At the Old-Baily too and Impious War;  
For who false Oath does take, at that bold hit,  
Does in the face of his Creator spit;  
Such Christians who should be his Friends, do use  
Crist worse, than did his Foes the Jews:  
They knew not what they did when He did Die,  
These knowing Christians do Christ Crucify  
With loathsome Oaths, which more prevails  
On's Sacred Virgin-flesh, than did the Nails  
Which pierced his Hands and Feet when He did Die,  
To save this Villain on Mount Calvery:  
But Heaven's asleep, at which Mortals wonder,  
Fearing he has forgot 'gainst Sin to Thunder;  
Or else this Fiddler's Son could ne'er have Died,  
The People's Sorrow, almost Deified:  
Who as their second Saviour they Bewail,  
And have forgot He once did Horses steal.  
No, no; we Judge according to our Sense,  
Which cannot futhom Ocean-Providence,  
Which Buoys those up who in it boldy strive  
To Swim, but Drowns who in it needs will dive;  
Although his Body under Marble lies,  
His Soul in living Flames, still living Dies;  
And when God's Judgement's over for our Sins,  
Then, then, his Wrath 'gainst his Comeradeas gins;  
Which when those Perjured Villains cannot skip,  
He'll burn the Rod which once his Child did whip.   

Reader, Pass on, and in thy Heart when gone,  
With horror write, what's here now writ in Stone.