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A memorial of the life [et] death of two vvorthye Christians, Robert Campbel of the Kinyeancleugh, and his wife, Elizabeth Campbel In English meter.
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Davidson, John, ca. 1549-1603.
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earth he onely at that houre In trouble was my comfortoure The cause at length of all this cace I haue shawen in an other place There were we welcome with the hart Unto that kinde Lord of Cathkart With whome we lodged all that night The nixt day raid to Rusko right Where that most noble Laird foretald Dwelt for the time with his houshald Nowe all that day while there we raid Gude Robert was as blyth and glaid As euer he had bene before So when we were come there but more The Princely house that we sawe there I am not able to declare It wald consume large tyme and space To tell the order of that place What comelie seruice but and ben With the great number al 's of men That do assemble in that Hall At melted tyme as we it call Whereto should I ought of it say For it is like a young Abbay Abundance baith of meat and drinke To man and boy at burde and binke With ordour and ciuilitie That might serue in the in countrie Now Robert at tyme of Supper According to his graue maner Did talke of matters modestlie Quhilk alwaies were to edifie Quhairto the Larde gaue right gude eare The rest with silence al 's did heare So supper done our prayers red We bound vs shortly to our bed For Robert had ane vse al-whare With God to be familiare Be publict prayer Euen and Morne His house and familie beforne And by that when he was at hame Twise in the day he thought no shame To passe vntill his wood neerby Upon his God to call and cry With many sobbe and sigh for sinne That momently he did fall in And for the great rebellion Of this vnhappie Nation So plaine vnthankfull in all places To our gude God for his great graces Gif this gude man sight every day Allace what shall we wretches say Quha twise perchance enters not in In halfe a yeare to sigh for sinne Gif this gude-man wha tuke sic care To serue his God baith late and are Found so great matter of mourning Within and out Morne and Euening What vglie filth and floods of sin Think we wretches is vs within That takes no thought of right or wrang Bot ane day come ane other gang And le ts hale moneths whiles passe by Our selues or we begin to try â—o what hudge heaps growes sinne trow we In vs this time that we oversee I speak not of meere godlesse men That God and all goodnes misken And thinks their onely happinesse In wicked life and filthinesse Bot of our selues now I speak here Professing vs Gods Children deere Alace what cause haue we to murne For sinne Bot now let vs returne On Easter even to beds we past Where all that night he gat gude rest Bot mare rest he gat litle heir While his body was brought on beir For on Pasche day after he rais In tyme of putting on his clais He sayes my head is somewhat sare Quhilk sore sank in minde but mare The prayers done he sayes but lane I trow I man lye downe agane Bot yet I will go forth and see Gif that my head will better be Sa passing forth could not remaine Bot forced till come in againe In naked bed laid him downe thare It was his dead ill what shuld mare Bot twa daies past or any kend What seiknes this was God him send Thairafter we persaued plaine That the hotte feauers brought that paine All meanes 〈◊〉 vsed him to cure With diligence ye may be sure That were thought meet to make him hale Bot mannis trauell cannot avale Against the purpose of the Lord Bot this one thing I man record The Larde and Lady of that place Were wondrous carefull in this cace And visite him baith frequentlie Commanding things abundantlie Be their seruands to be brought there That needfull were and necessere The young Shireff seing the cace How his dear kinsman in that place Wha for his cause was then come thare Sa farre from hame handled sa sare With heauie hart did sigh and mone That he was like to lose sic one Wha was sa louing kind and wise And needfull in all interprise The Shireffs wife with hart full sare Him visited also late and are Though I speak nothing of my sell There had I the strongst battell 〈◊〉 to that day on earth I fand â—uhilk few folk there did vnderstand 〈◊〉 man there bot onely he 〈◊〉 we my state and adversitie 〈◊〉 is not needfull heere to shaw Bot God quha did my trouble knaw 〈◊〉 neuer left me in distresse That time left me not comfortlesse Bot after fighting dayes thrie At length granted sic victorie That I was gladly weill content To God his will far to consent Whether it should be death or life That God would send him without strife For like Heathen we should not be That mournes but 〈◊〉 as we see Sen we know we 〈…〉 againe In Heauen for euer to remaine Whereto gif I had not tane tent I had great matter to lament To me he was so comfortable It to expresse I am not able Alswell in comfort spirituall As in these comforts temporall And that all for the lufe he 〈◊〉 To me in Christ ye may be sure In tyme of this his sicknesse sare He made me read baith late and are The whole Psalmes twise ouer in prose That serued most for his purpose Al 's in the tyme that there he lay The waightie words that he did say And godly sentences 〈◊〉 hie Were worthie of all memorie Gif that the shortnes of our Ryme Had vs permitted at this tyme Yet this may well be mentiond heere He said to me brother â—awe neere I haue bene fighting heere this houre And nowe am standing in the stoure With Sathan that old enemie Obiecting this most earnestly Though I did godlines pretend Gods gloir yet did I not defend When I heard men blaspheme his name In Land and Burgh a Feild at hame Keeping silence and wist nat why This in my care nowe he dois cry Urgeing my great hypocrisie Bot I am sure of victorie In this point as in many other Through my deare Christ yet hereof brother I thought good warning you to giue That while on earth here ye do liue Ye take heed how 〈◊〉 run your race Againe ye come to this my cace God grant heir of I make true vse Where euer I heare sic abuse That faithfull here I may be found Sen God se straightly hes me bound To do my Christian dewitte In staying so great blasphemie Quhilk so aboundeth far and neir That sorrowfull it is to heir Alace gif Sathan durst accuse This feruent man who ay did vse All meanes sic swearers to amend The most of any man I kend How fearfull will his 〈◊〉 be 〈◊〉 many one in this Cuntrie The feare of God wha dois professe Yea mair quhilk I vg to expresse Some that should season with their salt Others ar guiltie of this