On the DEATH and Horrid Murder OF THE MOST REVEREND FATHER IN GOD, JAMES ARCHBISHOP of SAINT-ANDREWS LORD PRIMATE OF SCOTLAND.  
ELEGY.  

'TIs none but Bleeding Sacred Tears that are  
Admitted in our Sorrows to have share,  
On Learned Saint Andrews Urn, none must have place,  
But from Divines, right Consecrate with Grace:  
The Primate, and the High Priest of our Land,  
Murdered and Martyred by Hell's Cruel Band:  
Assassin at, killed, in such Horrid way,  
As may move heavens, in Night to turn our Day.  
The like Martyrologick wits knew ne'er,  
Turks, Pagans, Heths, Jews, shamed such Act to hear,  
With Pity makes Rocks weep, and Earth to shake  
Fearing of Doom-dayes Earthquake to partake,  
Bad Omen that God's Latter Judgement shall  
To Albion's Sphere before full Time befall.  
Her Infamy, Disgrace, and endless Stain,  
So nigh the Temple Aron should be slain.  
Grave Patriarch, True Prophet, and Grave Father,  
Apostle Just, Martyred in one together.  
The Breastplate who of Righteousness did bear,  
Aged, Reverend, the Badge of Peace did wear.  
Me thinks it s●d, Thy Snowy Head did not  
Those Villains stop from Butchering Swords and Shot.  
Inhuman Fact, Prodigious, 'bove all deeds,  
Can be compared to none but Regicids;  
From whose profession (if that I were one)  
That Act would, bring me, had I Heart of Stone.  
A Jesuitick Trick, no Church maintains,  
Save Independent-Presbyterians;  
Who has with Rome's, this Year wronged Britain's more,  
By Plots and Murders, than ere heretofore.   

Oh! brave Saint Andrews, Massacred, thus dies  
For others sins becomes a Sacrifice.  
Great Charles grief, to him such loss should be,  
In Church and State propped His Authority.  
At Restoration was chief Instrument;  
Restored Religion to her Government,  
From Babels-Tongues, Divinity has fred  
A Verdant Garland has the Mitre bred.  
Philosophy, Theology, in whom  
And all Their Virtues strove betimes for room;  
Humble, most Courtly, ne'er denied Address  
To orphans, Widows, and the Fatherless:  
The Mirror of all Piety and Good,  
In a Grand, Churchman ever understood:  
Was with Sage Council, Justice, Mercy load,  
Obeyed King, Loved Country, feared God;  
Thy Guiltless Blood, shed by Hell's Fiends most strange,  
As abels did, calls from the Heavens, revenge.  
Undoubtedly if in their power it were,  
Heaven's Heirarchie would likeway Massacre:  
In Soul a Seraphim placed there as due  
'Mongst Martyrs, whiles God's wrath do them pursue.   

JAMES SHARP, Anag. A SERAPHIM.  
The first Protestant Bishop heard or read  
In Scotland for Religion Murdered.   
M. M.