On the death of captain RICHARD LACY, Who at that treacherous surprisal at Brainford, the 12●h. of November, 1642. being forced in the Thames, was drowned.  

WEE scarce believe report; why should it sound  
More like a truth, to say he's slain than drowned?  
Heaven hath decreed his fall; but death scarce knew  
A way like this, His spirit to subdue.  
Canons and Swords, whole Regiments of Hell,  
With their damned Oaths, did but as fuel, swell  
His Val'rous flames: The dangers of the Field  
advanced His courage, but ne'er made it yield.  
Death knew this well; and therefore did conspire  
A surer way to quench this noble fire:  
Shee drench't him in the waters; and they soon  
Extinguish't this brave Spark: and when they'd done,  
His Corps to Land returned; but withall,  
At parting from him they in tears did fall;  
As if they mourned that the Land should have  
And not themselves; the honour of His grave.   
FINIS