The lamentation of Edward Bruton, and James Riley, who for the bloody murder committed on the bodies of Henry Howell, and his wife, upon Queen's Down, were executed and hanged in chains, near the same place on the 18. day of March. 1633.  
To the tune of, Fortune my Foe.  

KInd Countrymen and our acquaintance all,  
Example take by this our sudden fa●l,  
Dip not your bands in blood that's innocent,  
For which offence we both too sat repent.   

The crying sins of murder pierceth heaven,  
And great repentance craves to be forgiven,  
One bloody deed deserves ten thousand deaths:  
But we bereaved diverse of their breaths.   

The harmless man that did no hurt intend,  
Most butcherlike we brought unto his end,  
And that good woman his most loving wi●s  
Inhumanely bereaned we of life,   

She great with child (oh how it grieves our hearts  
That we should act such bloody tragic parts!)  
The harmless in●ant that was in her womb,  
We likewise slew, whose mother was its tomb.   

Their other children sitting by the fire  
We likewise hurt, who mercy did require,  
But we no mercy had, nor grace at all,  
When as these ●a●es for life did cry and call.   

And for the same no mercy here we find:  
Deserved death are for our s●●●es assigned,  
Death is our doom, we here our ●●ues must pay,  
Our glass is out, this is our dying day.   

A Samelesse end for our most shameful sin  
We must receive, that we have lived in,  
Here on this tree we must resign our breath:  
Yet ●ha●s not all, though here we dis this death.   

Our bodies must no but ●all place possess,  
This is our doom for our vild wickedness,  
'twixt Earth & Hea●● we here most hang in chains  
As lung as 〈◊〉, flesh or bones remains.   

Fowls of the air our eyes they forth will p●ll,  
Feed on our flesh, and ●eck upon our s●ull,  
We shall be pointing stocks to every one  
That passeth by, though we are dead and gone.   

Earth scorns to hide our bodies from the light,  
But in the air must tottering hang in sight.  
And here in ●ent we ne'er shall be forgot,  
Although our i●in●s by piecemeal dropping 〈◊〉,   

Unto each other Travellers will say.  
See you those Murtherets, as they pass this way,  
Those are the villat●●es that the blood did sp●●●  
Of innocents, thats hanging on yond hill.   

Thus shall we be discourse for aftertimes,  
Which we deserve most ●ust●y for our crimes,  
And we shall be recorded for this 〈◊〉,  
That we so merciless and foul did ●ct.   

Great God forgive our sins that are so foul,  
And unto mercy take each sinful Soul,  
Deal not in justice with our sins, O Lord,  
But grace and pardon to our souls afford.   

Thy mercy (Lord) is great than our sin,  
And if thou please in Heaven to let us in,  
We do repent us of our wicked deed,  
The thought of which doth make our souses to bleed▪   

But woo to him that was the cause of this,  
Which did iutice us first to do amiss,  
Oh bloody Derby, it wes long of thee  
We did consent to do this villainy.   

Though thou art fled, yet God will find thee out,  
And will take vengeance on thee, there's no doubt,  
he'll not ●et scape so foul and vile a crime,  
As he hath justly done on us this time.   

But we confess, we have deserved to dies,  
And to the Lord we now for mercy cry:  
Receive us, jesus Christ, to t●ee we pray,  
Whose precious blood wa●● all our sins away.   

Thus have you heard how these same two did dye,  
Ending their times with shame and infamy,  
And one of them that was on th'other side,  
Connected, and a Prote●●ant he died.   

The Lord (no doubt) to them did mercy ●end,  
Who were so penitent before their and,  
Their souls I hope in Heaven sho●● 〈◊〉 dwell▪  
But yet another bloody sale I●e ●ell.   
FINIS.   

Another Bloody murder committed near Ware, in Hartfordshire, by some notorious offenders, who were executed in the same month.  
To the same Tune.  
 

KInd hearts give ear to that which I shall ●ell  
Of a sad story which of late befell,  
In Hartforoshire near Ware did chance this thin●●,  
Which caused salt tears from many eyes to spring.   

Two men were riding in an evening late,  
That had a charge of money and estate,  
And home ward they intended for to go,  
But destiny doth oftentimes say no.   

And for these men four villains they did watch,  
Which had way● laid thē●ow they them might catch:  
At him which was the foremost they did lay,  
But this swift horse did bear him safe away.   

The vexed they hit, and felled him to the ground,  
And ●is●●ng him, they ●a●e him many a wound,  
So leaving him, as they did think for dead▪  
Having his gold, away they straightway fl●●.   

Yet one of them did backward cast his eye,  
And did perceive him stir as he did lie,  
Saying, I'll back, and give him his death's bla●  
For every one of us he well doth know.   

And with his staff his brains be out did be●fe.  
Then strait this villains to them did retreats;  
But mark how God did bring this thing so light,  
For blood and murder he will soon requ●●e.   

One of these thieves a péete of Gold would chang●  
With one that 〈◊〉 to him, that did thi●ke it stran●  
He should have gold, yet not the vale● knew,  
Into suspicion straight his mind it drain.   

And hearing of the murder done of late,  
Would understand how he came by this state,  
And threatening him, he ●he●●oufest 〈◊〉 way,  
Both him and th●m which that same man did 〈◊〉   

They were convicted, 〈◊〉 by Law were tried,  
And for the same all four ●● the act ●●y di●e,  
And ●e that last ●●●●t●●●e, did suffer 〈◊〉,  
Just in the place ●e spirit the true man's brea●h.   

And at the common Execution place,  
The other three did and their 〈◊〉:  
A just reward for murderers ●s their 〈◊〉,  
That bear so base and 〈◊〉 a bloody mind.   

For he that sits above the heavenly sky,  
Views all below with his all seeing e●e,  
And will take vengeance when he sees his will,  
On all that glories harmless blood to spill▪   

Great God, preserve us from all sudden death,  
Prepare our souls before we lose our breath,  
Make us all ready for the any to c●●e,  
When thou shalt give to every one 〈…〉.   
FINIS,   

London, Printed for H. G.