The president of presidents or, An elegie on the death of John Bradshaw. T. B. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A76432 of text R211222 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.21[57]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A76432 Wing B198 Thomason 669.f.21[57] ESTC R211222 99869952 99869952 163552 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A76432) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163552) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 247:669f21[57]) The president of presidents or, An elegie on the death of John Bradshaw. T. B. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1659] Imprint from Wing. Verse - "What! he that blasted tyranny with's breath,". Bradshaw died 31 October 1659. This is a satire. Annotation on Thomason copy: "1659. July 2.". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Bradshaw, John, 1602-1659 -- Humor -- Early works to 1800. Satire, English -- 17th century. A76432 R211222 (Thomason 669.f.21[57]). civilwar no The president of presidents: or, An elegie, on the death of John Bradshaw. T. B 1659 596 9 0 0 0 0 0 151 F The rate of 151 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Mona Logarbo Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Mona Logarbo Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion THE President of Presidents : OR , AN ELEGIE , On the Death of JOHN BRADSHAW . WHat ! he that blasted Tyranny with 's breath , Has he submitted now to Tyrant Death ! Could he the fate of Kingdoms doom ? yet he Not countermand prevailing Destiny . Who could find Law 'gainst Law , condemn , and trie , The King-like Reason , God-like Maiesty ; Should have gone on , me-thinks , seen gasping lie The Queen of Reason too , Philosophy . Nor should he have staid there , but by some new , Strange Judic'ture have Censur'd Nature too . But stay , Did 〈◊〉 ●ot think himself to be Above the reach 〈◊〉 〈…〉 il Mortality ? [ Having bee● 〈…〉 〈…〉 v'd Senate die , Himself beco 〈…〉 〈…〉 us 〈…〉 he Property . And Generati●●●●rom Corruption now , Another rising from their overthrow . And that aspiring Pyramide to fall ! ( The Father's greatnesse , the Son's funeral . ) And the forgotten Carcase , that had lain Disanimated long , revive again . Assuming ( what was thought for ever gone ) Their Power , at their Resurrection . ] And rising with 'em , thought himself to be Invested with their Immortality . But , as a Flower on a Chymist's call Rais'd , to attend on its own funerall . Short was their Time , and soon expir'd their Reigne , Returning to their Chaos back again . Which Bradshaw sadly viewing , sigh'd , that he Must now submit t' imperious Destiny . For he , who kept their Seal , while he had breath , Has yielded now to the Broad-Seal of Death . But some may be so sawcie as to prie Into the Councel of the Deitie : Think Justice is not hood-wink'd now , but blind ; Style Murther Law , and Cruelty most kind . That Bradshaw , ( England's Pilat ) who durst own The Act , of murthering his Soveraign ; Usurp the seat of Justice , doom to death , Whom God himself had styl'd a god on earth : That at one fatall Sentence , and one Blow , Lay butcher'd Maj'stie , and three Kingdoms too . Drest in his sanguine Roabs , Law the pretence , T' assasinate both Law and Innocence . That , not the horrour of his crimes , nor sense Of sin , could wake his sleeping Conscience ; And on himself , like a foul o'recharg'd Gun , Recoil , and be his own destruction . Or was the Sword of Justice dull ? had he Brib'd that too , to comply with Villany ? Must he expire in his soft bed ? no force ! Could not the * Place inspire him with Remorce ? Know , that his Crimes were such , transcended far All Parallel , and must stand singular . The wittiest Vengeance man could here invent , Must fall far short of such a President . There is no name to know him by . Nay , we Ought to forget him , that Posterity , Searching our Records , might no pattern find , This to Re-act , but damn it to Mankind . Should man attempt this Punishment , it were To rob just Heaven of its Vengeance here . Oblivion ought to swallow the intent , And this Example find no President . 1659. July 2. T. B. Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A76432e-30 * Whitehall , where he died .