THE Lord russel's Farewell, Who was Beheaded for High-Treason, in Lincolns-Inn-Fields ' JULY 21st. 1683. To the Tune of, Tender hearts of London City. Paid the bane of humane creatures, will corrupt the best of natures, when it soars to it's full height, who can stand it or command it, when the object is in sight? Reason is no more our jewel, When our dearest thoughts are cruel, all her Maxims are forgot: Else what reason, was for Treason, as this base inhuman Plot. Russel that enjoyed the treasure, Every way with pleasure, had Alegience quite forgot: Hopes of ●●i●●ing did advise him, to this base inhuman Plot. Who alas! could he desire, That himself could not require, pride did only him besott; To aspire to grow higher, By a base inhuman Plot. Safely might have lived for ever, In a gracious Prince's favour, and more honour there have got: Then his thoughts what e'er they wrought, By any base inhuman Plot. Those false hopes that did deceive him, With his nature will nht leave him, nor with his poor body rot: Whilst records, the world affords, his Treason ne'er will be forgot. Better be the Earl of Bedford, Then for Treason lose his Head for't, and to make his name a blot: In each Lybel as a Rebel, In a base inhuman Plot. If his Prince had ever left him, Or of any Grace bereft him, his Treason force his Lot: Yet-Obedience and Alegience, should have kept him from this Plot. Treason is a Crime 'gainst nature, Against Kings the highest matter, sure can never be forgot: He that blames him does profane him and his soul is in the Plot. Russel died then unlamented, By all men but who consented to this damned inhuman Plot: To Destroy the Nations joy, the King and Monarchy should Rot. But Heavens preserve the Crimson Royal And bring all the rest to trial who Alegience have forgot: And confounded be each Round-head, in this damned inhuman Plot. FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball, in West-smithfield.