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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A05599	Scotlands vvelcome to her native sonne, and soveraigne lord, King Charles wherein is also contained, the maner of his coronation, and convocation of Parliament; the whole grievances, and abuses of the common-wealth of this kingdome, with diverse other relations, never heretofore published. Worthy to be by all the nobles and gentry perused; and to be layed vp in the hearts, and chests of the whole commouns, whose interests may best claime it, either in meane, or maner, from which their priuiledges, and fortunes are drawne, as from the loadstar of true direction. By William Lithgovv, the bonaventure, of Europe, Asia, and Africa.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1633 (1633)	STC 15716; ESTC S108590	34,052	62

mollify'd This m●ane borne gentle-man now made a Prince Did swallow vp ambition and from thence The dr●gs of Avarice dishonest greed And fr●m his Prince hee stole not having need In nyne yeares tyme full eight Millions of gould Wh●●st Phillips Loue was dearer bought than sould At last d●te●t'd and all his knaveries knowne His Spanish Motto in these words were showne El mayor ladron del Mondo Para non morir aorcado Vestiose de collorado c. and englishd thus The greatest Theefe the oldest Knaue ' That Hell the Divell or Spane could haue To shunne the Gallowes hee with speed Did cloth himselfe in collour red For he turnd Cardinall and gaue the Pope Two hundreth thousand Crownes to slee the rope So had this Duke his Mineon eke a Don Made Marques too call'd Roderick Calderon Who following Lermaes footsteps wax'd so bould That he stole too four Millions of pure gould Which being discoured for his fellonie This courtly Theefe hee was condemn'd to dye The lyke and like againe I could produce But this may serue for to shut vp the sluce O! if that Kings as they are Kings would look And read lyke records of as blak a book Sure they would see great errours they commit In giving trust to any Parasit But thou blest King thou art not cary'd so Thou canst discerne thy friend from secret foe And will not be the same that thou do'st seeme How fond soever vulgare censures deeme Yet in times past the like erronious errours Haue bred to Kings and Kingdomes helples terrours Who from himselfe bequeaths himselfe and State And in his crowne would haue a rivall Mate Vnto anothers gouernment and will God knowes some Puppy voyd of wit and skill He is but half a Man and not his owne Yea sometymes scarce the half that I haue showne For he that 's led and ruld by others pleasure In judgement nor in justice keeps no measure As KINGS are absolute so should they be As absolute in sound dexteritie Saue in great matters than to be advysd By Counsells graue or they be interprysd If not and so that one must needs rule all Be 't Lyf or Honour Liberty or thrall Looke to the events doubtfully confusd Whilst or the Bird be hatchd the Egge is bruisd What Dauid sayd of lyke I 'le praysing tell He begd of GOD to send them quick to Hell So KINGS haue perishd and their Kingdomes falne In cruell bondage and their People thralne Lyke made young Osman loose his Princely Lyfe Which filld his Kingdomes with intestine stryf So the last Hungar King was crossd and sackt And by his Minion sould ruynd and wrackt But why should I examplify so much Since thou hast deep experience of such Yet he is happy makes anothers fall A warning to prevent vntymely thrall Ah! and thryse ah so Germany is layd Vnder the Spanyards foote and Austria made The head of that Empyre greef beyond sorrow To see proud Tirants from ten Princes burrow Such helples loanes that neither sword nor might Nor Law nor Reason can recall their right O! that one blow one Tyme O! angry fates Should ruyne both Religion there and States Cursd be the spight of that vntymely doome Which Spaine divyseth and confirmd by Rome Spaine seekes dominion and the Popes impart Them power to swallow all so they haue part And Thee a●d thy three Kingdomes too they would Cast in the fornace of a Spanish Mould Yet Tyme may lash the force of thy prowd foe And make ambition subject to lyke woe Who seeks Kings ruine and would domineere O're all the Vniverse yea and vpreare The base record of Vandals Gothes and Hunnes Of whome they 're come Men Daughters Wyues and Sounes Whose greed most Indian Soyles can not contayne Nor large Americk the old and new namd Spaine The Sea●coast Affrick Townes Atlantick Iles Nor Ballearen nor Sardinian Styles The fat Suilian playnes got by the blood Of murtherd Gaules can not his pryde includ Nor the Apulian Callabrian Lands and more The Seate of Naples the Lavorean Shoare The Millane Dutchy nor Pavian bounds The racked Belgia nor the high Burgounds The Pyrheneian Navarre the Voltelyne Can not this Monsters Monarchy confyne For if he could he would himselfe invest From Pole to Pole and so from East to West Yet doubtles Tyme his pryde and greed shall dash And raze his might for so can fortune lash Thou mayst recall herein that cruell payne And bloody Tortures LITHGOVV had in Spaine Which for CHRISTS sake his Countrey and thy Syre He patiently endur'd O! thou mayst admyre His constancy for Trueth and for that Treason Injustly layd on him beyond all reason Being in tyme of Peace and no suspect Of breach but what they falsly did detect And hauing too thy Fathers Seales and Hand For to protect him to the Aethiope Land Whose lyse the English factors seeing surgrieud By meanes of Noble Aston him relieud What Tongue what Pen what Mynd can well expresse Or Heart conceaue his Torments mercyles Nay none but thy late Father rightly weighd And Parliament how they his Peace inveighd For which deare royall IAMES had full regard His Suffrings and his Trauells to reward Yea graciously maintaynd him tooke delight To heare his rare discourse of forraine sight Then Sir make fals this Proverbe turne his Debte● There seldome comes Men say a Father better Say though hee had not for thy Crowne bene croft Rackd bruisd disjoynted and his Fortunes lost With all these moneyes thy Syre did him gift And Thow Thy self for to advance his drift With Papers Observations Patents Seales Which now are lost and lost for aye he feeles Yet doe his Trauells merit his rare adventers His wandring long beyond the Earths full Centers His curious drifts his slighting wretched gaines His much-admyrd attempts his matchles paines His Fame hee wonne thereby to Mee and Myne Leauing my stamp on Earths remotest Shryne And where I was not knowne did annalize My Name in records of true Sacrifice Yea did acquaint Mee with each kynd of thing That pregnant Knowledge could contentment bring Strengths Townes Castles Cittadales and Forts Distance of places Regions Iles and Ports Their maners too and living rites and Lawes Customes and gouernment Religious Sawes Of Turke and Iew Arabian Greek and Moore Sabunck and Coptie the Egyptian glore The Cypriot Tartyr Creet and Turcoman The grosse Armenian Sun-burnt Affrican The Abasine and whyte Moore the Nestorian The Chelfane Iacobin Syriack Georgian The Amaronite Lybian and Nigroe black B●sydes all Europe in a word to take All these and reasons many hundreds moe Deser●e that Sir thou shouldst appease his woe For he 's the first of Trauells ever wrot Since my all-Virgine Wombe first bred a Scot The Prince of Pilgrimes Father of them all And greatest Traueller Earths circling Ball Can Europs eye affoord O happy Man Whose mynd feasts on rare sights which none els can There Thousand Thousands eu'ry where complayne That thy

Stranger for thou comes not so As if promiscuous neither friend nor foe Nor comes thou with sterne bloody collours flying Or with a doubtfull mynd as one a dying Nor lyke these Turkish fyre-brands of Hell The race of Ottoman that loue to quell All forts of People Persian Greeke and Iew Arabian Moore and Christian would subdew The Universe to bee but one Dominion Wherein the Spanyard too would bee his Minion Nay thou comes better so the Heavens appoynted Even in the name of GOD the LORDS anoynted So ● receaue Thee as the righteous Heyre O● Mee and myne inheritance most fayre Which shall not crowne Thee lyke these groaning bounds Hemb'd in about with the Hircanian rounds Nor comes thou to encroach on Indian Soyles To pillage Peru and to cast the spoyles Of minrall Mettalls on sterne bloody Mars Wherewith sad Epitaphs bedeck Mens Herse Nor as the Worlds Vsurper Philip did When hee betrayd Navarre vnder plots hid Nor as hee seazd on Portugale and tooke From lost Emanuell the golden Booke Nor like to Petro basely murthring downe The French at Vespers for the Sicile Crowne Lyke instances I many could afford But Tyme it traitours Mee and in a word O! thou comes well and with a Conscience just Of right indubitable Reason must On Thee confer my neuer-conquerd Crowne Which now shall Crowne Thee with the old renowne Of thine Auncestors and which birth Thee brings Descended from one hundreth and seuen Kings Which they by worth and I by valour kept Whilst myne encroaching foes with Irne I whipt But by thy leaue Sir I must let Thee see What kynd of Crowne I now present to Thee A Mayden Crowne vnconquerd neuer wone Since Fergus my first Monarch it begunne And so from him to Kenneth who subdued The Pights and in their blood his hands imbrewd Whence bloody battells and braue chivalrye From race to race kept and maintaynd it free Whilst neither Danes nor English Saxons could With awfull Romans this Crowne get or hould Such were my forces in my Champions strong That still keept it and Mee from forraine wrong What should I speake of Wallace Bruce and Grahame The Dowglasses and Stewarts of great fame With thousands moe of much renowned worth Which my true Chronicle vively sets foorth But leaue Thee there to reade what deeds were wrought And for thy matchles Auncients stoutly fought How many hundreth thowsand Lyves were lost Which from my bowells sprung nay I dare boast Of Millions which to saue this Crowne for Thee And purchase freedome car'd not for to dye So lyke I sweare if lyke were to invade My Crowne their fates in fields of blood should wade Than let not evill Counsell Thee invest Nor trechrous Sicophant thy peace molest For I haue none which burrow of Mee breath But rather far will spend their lives on death Than suffer this myne auncient right to goe To moderne friendship ones my cruell foe And now to saue this Virgin Crowne for Thee There is no ●oe can fright Mee make mee flee From right from field from battell force or fight So long as I haue Lyfe blood Lungs or might Whilst now what Kingdome can their Prince renowne With lyke invinced freedome of a Crowne Looke to my valour Past and thou mayst spy Where diuerse Nations got of Mee supply Fraunce can approue my Manhood I relieu'd Their State from thraldome when it was surgrieu'd Witnesse our mutuall League witnesse their guard And m●ne their naturaliz'd for my reward Like Belgians sweare their strength their stoutest hand And Warriours best are bred within my Land The Almaynes too record what I haue done And what my Souldiers aunciently there wone Looke to my Sister Swethland and behold What birth I send them desp'rate stout and bold For Polland shee 's my Nurse brings vp my Youth Full thritty thousands yearely of a trueth Than loades them with the fatnesse of her Soyle Which I in their due tyme doe still recoyle Than look to Denmark where twelue thousands ly Serving thine Vncle sharpest fortunes try Last step I o're to Ireland and doe see Full Fourty thousand Scots arm'd Men there bee Besides at home one hundreth thousands moe Young stout and strong well arm'd for Thee to goe To challenge Destinie and cruell Fate And all Vsurpers dare menace● my State Then slight mee not Dread Sir since I and Myne Still vow to serue Thee as wee haue done Thyne For by this count and much more thou mayst see What forces great my bounds reserue for Thee The World Mans Theater and commoun Stage Wherein each acts his part in youth or age Can not nor could produce a Manlyer kynd Of Hearts invincible of constant mynd Stout strong and Durable Couragious too Ever still formost where there 's most adoe Than those my Martiall Sonnes whose Hearts now yeeld Their hands their swords to fight for Thee in field Being Buffles in cold Elephants in rayne Camels in hunger Lyons after gaine And now obsequious to thy new-reard Crowne Would lay their goods and liues before Thee downe Then bee thou jocund and redound them thankes In private and in publict by their ranks Thy great Grand-father O! King Iames the fift Was merry stout and wise Henrie vnwift The flower of Princes mirrour of his tyme Made Christendome admire his Manly pryme So Thou his second self by worth succeeds And Nature too to all his vertuous deeds Then let thy chearefull face with joviall rayes Illuminat thy Peoples loue and praise Thus thy late Syre Salomon my King When hee surveighd mee last did comforts bring And joyes abundant to this Albion land Which hee by death did feaze into thy hand So so I come to crowne Thee whilst the Heavens O'reshaddow Thee with Seraph'd Cherubins Whence glorious Angels flee with joyfull wings Of Peace and gladnes from the King of Kings To blesse this sacred work and happy vnion Twixt Prince and People O! thry●e blest communion The Springs Poaeneian flow sweet Demthen Rills Swell from steep Pindus Permessis gushing fills The Sorean-fonted Meeds the forked Tops Dissolue and melt in Heliconean drops From whence the Nymphall nyne take flight and come Crownd with Rose garlands Delphian bayes and some With Laurell Mantles of the Oliue hew To grace this Coronation Sir of You And leaue the ceremoniall rest to bee Done by the Bishop of Sainct-Andrewes Hee Shall blesse Thee anoynt Thee in word in deed Then set my golden Crowne on thy blest Head Whilst thou in Purple Roabes of State shall stand To blesse thy People with thy tongue and hand Which done their Hearts and voices shall cry thus GOD saue and keepe King CHARLES long for vs. O Hellespont now gr●anes to beare the lode Of kynd Leanders loue to Hieroes God Whilst both my Sword and Scepter downe are layd Be●ore thy Face in signe I am a Mayd Which Guerdo-knot none can vnty nor twist Till thou my Phillipides lyke and list Now thou art crownd and since I