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A05589	A briefe and summarie discourse upon that lamentable and dreadfull disaster at Dunglasse. Anno 1640. the penult of August Collected from the soundest and best instructions, that time and place could certainly affoord, the serious enquirie of the painfull and industrious author. By William Lithgovv.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1640 (1640)	STC 15708; ESTC S109472	10,394	26

them thy legge ●●ich on the ground Lay twelve weeks hid mongst stones and this I saw Two Swyne its flesh from thy cursde bones did gnaw A just and loathsome sight In thy left hand The irne ladle stuck fast the grip and band Was hard and sure that scarce one man could throw The ladle from thy fingers there 's a blow Would God before Breda that thou hadst died Three yeares ago where thou wast vilifyed With every souldier then this wofull deed Had not been done nor such deep grievance spread In honest hearts O vyle barbarian barbour And son of a poore Porter could thou harbour So deadly damnd disdain as for to kill All kinde of sex in thy most sceleratill Nay could not spare thy self had thou no wit To save thy self and flee when time thought fit Away unhappie beast what shall I conster But curse thy birth bred for a murdring monster Did not thy Maister cloath thee like a Knight And stuff thy purse with gold O thanklesse wight His love thy life abusde whilst drunken snake The Tavern turnd thy Church did thou forsake The law of duetie but curst Malandrine Thy brain-sick pate must run on his ruine Might not seven yeares twice o're command thy part To honour his familiar noble heart Were ever any knew him but admyrd How his rich minde was with great gifts inspyrd And hardinesse of Heart Lord W. W. may Recall that combat of his vanquishd day And could this Ruffian th' abject of a Traitour Injure so high a sprite so kynde a Nature And yet he lives so great was his good name Christs Martyr truths mirrour faiths soul-plight fame The cause was good he dyed for but the fact And parracide was hatefull here 's the tract O inhumane most execrable deed So barbrous neckt with a Cyclopian head Framd like Enceladus that thrice me thinks He 's worse than Villane at this murder winks What heathnick or what pagane savage bloud What infidel could have provd half so rude As this cursde cative Englands Monster borne That with the fact left life and soul forlorne What Jamnite or what Sabunck garlick slaves Would not to nature stoupe whose light conceaves A tender kindnesse to conserve the race Of mankinde Vertue having the first place But this Cerberian snake had no regard To great nor small like doome was never heard As he decreed ah I want words and breath For to detect this Charon and their death But he like Erostratus would aspire That set Dianas Temple in a fire To purchase flying fame So frantick he In this Catastrophe would living be Which I adhere to and for longer time I le fix on brasse his filthy fact and cryme If any be suspectd more than this wretch Let justice and sound judgement to it stretch And let our Parliament sift and search out The plot the man the guilt if there be doubt For common fame I leave 't and for like torts Of tortring tongues I le not build on reports Why that 's absurd to follow flying fame It s deep experience reares up truth a Name Now I le return to my Pathetick style And mourne with mourning Ladies grievd the while For losse of their dear husbands O pale woe When two made one the knot dissolves in two Rent by the Fates egregious whirling rage And not by frequent death done by a Page And quintiscencd Salpeter O who can Their melancholy mindes in sadnes scan Each soul reserves its grief each hath like losse For life there 's death for comfort sorrows cross A common woe peculiar to each one Graft and engraves a sympathizing moane First thou great Dame thryce noble by thy birth Sprung from a princely stock what tongue on earth With words can swage thy woes thy sorrows show From heart-grown grief that foule pernicious blow Attachd fore thee thy face thy food thy rest And sleep denote how thy sad soul 's opprest With helplesse care whilst scarcely half a year Did thou enjoy this dearest Jewell thy Dear Great was that love thy loving Hadington Bore to thy soul thy love again did crowne His fixt respect By which your tender hearts Knit up in one made love act both your parts That Hymen blushd the god of sacred rites To see how love involvd in one two sprites And why no wonder both alike excelld The one the other in goodnesse paralelld He spoke you smild he winkd you conceivd His mentall scope what great content receivd Your mutuall intents whilst demonstration Reciprocat brought Paphos one oblation And yet he left thee not to live alone But left thee his fair Phenix being gone A pledge of comfort representing still His face thy stamp his heart thy love his will O like Penolope if thou couldst spinne A daily threed and that same threed untwinne Till he turnd back so that the fates had sworne Thy pennance should be twentie winters borne And he redeemd But stay sad Muse returne Galld grief and love can not together mourne Two passions two extreams and here I finde They 're violent rapts in either of each kinde Away with Didoes stroke Lucretiaes smart Faire Hieroes thrust Palmeniaes fatall dart Which grim despaire not love forcd them to act Their self-sought murder in a tragick fact Call call to mind Gods providence and see Nought comes to passe without heavens high decree Which mortals must embrace then Lady spare Thy ruthlesse grief lay on the Lord thy care And ye the rest deare Ladies in your kindes Let sorrow smart take comfort lift your mindes Above all worldly crosses you shall see The length of dayes hence soules eternitie In endlesse peace Cast all your griefe on God He can release and chasten bruise the rod Lo deepest streames in smoothest silence slyde Whilst Channels roar so shallow mourners glyde With words at will but mighty cares sit dumbe Like livelesse corps laid in a livelesse Tombe Whence moistned vapours forcd from humid woes Lye in oblivion terrd And now to close As quickly went their soules to heaven we hope As their lives quickly fled the traitours scope Was set on murder but their Angels watchd And caught their sprites as with a twinkling catchd To Paradise Where now thrice blest they be With glorie crownde heires of eternitie And endlesse joyes for they as Martyres died And now sweet souls with triumphs dignified Set up mongst Hierarchies of sacred sprites That to their blest societie them invites To seale their Martyredome in Jesus hand Cled with his righteousnesse Who can demand A better state then face for face to face The face of faces in that glorious place Where Saints and Martyres environing round The old Eternall with the joyfull sound Of Aleluhiaes sing before the throne Holy holy Lord to Heavens holy One The Lambe of God hembd in with burning glore Praise might dominion Majestie and power Where they thrice hopefull happie ever blest Are crownd and raigne in long eternall rest So so forbear ye who keep grief in store Take up your crosse and for them mourne no more And now followeth the names of the most part of them that died at Dunglasse the penult of August 1640. so farre as possibly the Author could collect by serious instruction and diverse informations both of the vulgars and better sort THomas Earle of Hadington Robert Hammilton of Binny his brother Master Patrick Hammilton his naturall brother Sir Alexander Hammilton of Lawfield Sir John Hammilton of Redhouse Colonel Erskine son to John late Earl of Mar. John Keith son to George late earle Marshall Sir Gideon Baillie of Lochend Laird of Ingilstoun elder Laird of Gogor elder Alexander Moore heritour of Skimmer John Gate Minister at Bunckle Niniane Chirneside in Aberladie James Sterling Lieutenant Alexander Cuningham Lieutenant David Pringle Barbour Chirurgion Robert Faulconer Sergeant George Vach Haddingtons Purveyer John White Plaistrer an English man William Symington Lochends servant George Neilson in Alhamstocks James Cuningham in Hadington John Manderstoun Matthew Forrest Patrick Batie Alaster Drummond alias Gundamore John Campbell John Idington James Foord John Arnots post boy John Orre Andrew Braidie John Tillidaff John Keith a childe Women five Margaret Arnot daughter to the Postmaister at Cockburnspeth Marjorie Dikson John Keiths servant Marion Carnecrosse Aleison Gray With twelve bore armes whose names I could not ken Souldiers for time not mercenary men The rest unfound ly terrd corps clothes and bones Under huge heaps of glutinated stones Lo I have done as much as lay in me To try the truth and blaze it likes it thee Imepleasde if not a figge for Carpers checks Whose chattring spight the rule of reason brecks And now to close let Criticks of all ranks Convince their censures and yeeld me kinde thanks For what gain I save labour pains and cost To show the living how the dead were lost FINIS