into any profound State-business dive VVe into the thousand and sixteenth year Since Fergus our first King did appear Have many Hopeful Royal Princes had VVho as Heaven pleas'd to bless were good or bad Fergus was the first which we had Crown'd For Learning and for VVisdom high renown'd Beyond the Verge of Christendoms swift Fame Did make the VVorld admire his Noble Name A hundred and Eleven Kings we have had sincesyne VVhereof one of them was a Queen Their valour and triumphant Victories Have sill'd the VVorld and mounts into the Skyes As Kenneth the second that King of victory And Gregorius Magnus whose Fame can never dye Robertus Brucius that King of high Renown King Iames the sixth that united the three Crowns These victorious Princes govern'd well But more has been of the contrair strain Love sometimes made the gods themselves disguise And mussle up their mighty Deities And vertuous Princes of the gods have odds When Princes goodness doth out-go the gods I 'm a foolish man this is no work of mine It 's an operation of the Power Divine Let God alone for what he hath in hand It 's saucie folly and madness to withstand What his eternal Wisdom hath decreed Who better knows than we do what we need To him let 's pray for his most safe Protection Him we implore for his most sure Direction Let his assistance be the seventh King Iames's Guido That in the end God may be glorified Let us amendment in our lives express And let our Thanks be more our Sins be less Thy Cusing William Scot in Milsington He is an Gentleman Come of a worthy Family For he from Whitslade sprung Of his Brother Todrick I have writ And given a true Relation Of his most worthy Pedegree Unto the seventh or ninth Generation Therefore it is needles unto me To writ them over again For if I please I could revise Them to the fifteen Generation According to my Dream he is the Shepherds Swain I hope Iasons Golden Fleece with him shall still remain Dedicated to the very Worshipfull and much honoured Generous Gentlemen Hugh Scot of Gallow-shiells and VValter Scot in VVauchop O! For a Quil of that Arabian wing That 's hatch't in Embers of some kindled fire VVho to her self her self doth issue bring And three in one is young and Dame and Sier O! that I could to Virgils Vein aspire Or Homers Verse the Golden Language Greek VVith polish'd Phrases I my Lines would tire Into the deep of Art my Muse should seek Mean time amongst the vuglar she must throng Because she hath no help from my unlearned tongue Great is the Glory of the Noble Mind VVhere Life and Death are equal in respect If Fates be good or bad un kind or kind Not proud in Freedom nor in Thrall deject VVith courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in fond Envies cankered Face True Honour thus doth baser thoughts deject Esteeming Life a slave that serves disgrace Foul abject thoughts become the mind that 's base That deems there is no better life nor this Or after death doth fear a worser place VVhere guilt is payed the guardian of a miss But let swoln Envy swell untill she burst The Noble Mind desies her do her worst If Homers Verse in Greek did merit praise If Naso in the Latine won the bayes If Maro amongst the Romans did excell If Tosa in the testine tongue wrot well A Souldier that could never lead a Pen Shows to the eight or ninth Generation Although I him enrol and call him Shepherds Swain Yet hereby I approve he is a Gentleman The Son of Adam who was by Lot The Brother of the worthy Collonel Scot VVho died with honour at Dumbars fight In maintenance of King and Countries Right He was the Son I know it for truth Of William Scot Laird of Whitehaugh And William Scot was the eldest son Of Walter Scot stil'd of the same Walter Scot was Robert's son And Robert he was Walter 's son The first of Whitehaugh that from Borthwick sprung That Wat of Whitehaugh was Cousin-german To Iohn of Borthwick who fasted so long Three sundry times he did perform To fast fourty days I do aver Bishop Spotswood my Author is he A profound learn'd Prelat that would not lie When Iames the fifth he was Scotlands King In the Castle of Edinburgh he incarcer'd him And would not believe the Country says That any Mortal could fast fourty days Bear-bread and Water the King allow'd for his Meat But Iohn Scot refus'd and would not eat When the fourty days were come and gone He was a great deal lustier than when he began Then of the King he did presume To beg recommendation to the Pope of Rome Where there he fasted fourty days more And was neither hungry sick nor sore From Rome he did hastily return And arrived in Brittain at London VVhere Henry the eight he got notice That Iohn Scot had fasted twice fourty dayes The King would not believe he could do such thing For which he commanded to incarcerate him Fourty days expir'd he said he had no pain Than his Fast had been but ten hours time Here Walter Scot I 'le draw near an end From Iohn of Borthwick thy Fathers did descend He was the son of Walter I have said enough Their Original is from Buckcleugh In the Fourscore Psalm we read That like a Flock our God did Ioseph lead And ev'ry day we do confess almost That we have err'd and stray'd like Sheep that 's lost For Oaths and passing words and joyning hands Is like Assurance written in the Sands The silly Sheeps-skin turn'd to Parchment thin Shows that Iasons Golden Fleece with thee remains Dedicated to the Right Worshipful and truely Generous my well approved good Friend Sir Patrick Scot of Long-newton appearant of Ancrum Knight IT 's such a Title of Preheminence then To bear the name of Shepherds Swain That David who so well his words did frame Did call our great Creator by that name Our bless'd Redeemer God's eternal Son Whose only Merits our Salvations won He did the harmless name of Shepherd take For our Protection and his Mercies sake Which makes thy rest like those that restless be Like one that is pursued and cannot flee Or like the bussie bussing bumming Bee Or like the fruitless naught respected Flee That cuts the subtile Air so swift and fast Till in the Spiders-web he 's fetter'd fast So falling fast asleep and sleeping in a Dream Down by that Dale which flows with Milk and Cream Thy dearest Dame did to thee say Francis Francis Come away I wondred when I heard that name begun Francis Francis that was Adams son And Adam in his time deserv'd no misreport He was the son of Gilmanscleugh Robert And Robert was a pretty Gentleman The Heir to Iames he was his eldest son The first of Gilmanscleugh Iames was then Who was the youngest son of Thirlston And Iohn of Thirlston I let you know Was son to
he did see that Forrest hie Which then was called Rankelburn The Keepers and the Strouse-men came With Shouts from Hill to Hill With Hound and Horn they raisd the Deer But little Blood did spill A Buck did come that was so run Hard by the Cacra-cross He mean'd to be at Rankelburn Finding himself at loss The Hill was steep the Bogs were deep With Woods and Heather strong By a Mile of Ground there none came near it But Footmen that did run Then one of these two Gentlemen Which from Galloway did come Both Hounds and Deer he keeped near To the Water in Rankelburn And then the Buck being spent and gone He on the Hounds did turn That Gentleman came first along And catch'd him by the Horn Alive he cast him on his back Or any man came there And to the Cacra-cross did trot Against the Hill a Mile and mair The King saw him a pretty man And ask'd his Name from whence he came He said from Galloway he came Is 't please your Grace my Name is Iohn The Deer being curied in that place At his Majesties demand Then Iohn of Galloway ran apace And setch'd Water to his Hands The King did wash into a Dish And Galloway Iohn he wot He said thy Name now after this Shall e're be call'd Iohn Scot The Forrest and the Deer therein We commit to thy hand For thou shalt sure the Ranger be If thou obey Command And for the Buck thou stoutly brought To Us up that steep Heugh Thy Designation ever shall By Iohn Scot in Buckscleugh By strength of Limb and youthful Spring Fortune may favour still And if thou prove obedient We 'll mend thee when We will Iohn humbly then thanked the King And promis'd to be Loyal And earnestly beg'd His Majestie That he would make a tryal My name is Iohn and I 'm alone Into this strange Countrie Except one Brother with me came To bear me Companie What is his name then said the King He answer'd his name is Wat Ye are very well met then said the King He shall be English and ye are Scot At Bellanden let him remain Fast by the Forrest side Where he may do Us Service too And assist you with his Aid I do believe as my Author did declare How the original of Buckcleugh was a valiant Forrester It 's most like to be true which I have plainly shown The old Families of Buckcleugh did carry a Hunting-horn Buckcleugh if that my Author doth speak truth It 's long since he began In the third King Kenneth's Reign He to the Forrest came The first of their Genealogie Though Chronicles be rent and torn And made their ends upon the Sea Of late into the Usurper's time Our Registers away were tane Many of them perish'd in the Main And never came ashore again In Queen Maries Reign they had bad handling Sometimes Fortune favour'd and sometimes frown'd Twixt Stools if men do miss their mark Then their Bottom sure goes to the Ground In Edward Longshank's time king of England Our Monuments were lost and gone Our Chronicles and Registers to London went Yet not returned again In the Reign of the third Constantine All Substance from this Land was tane By that Saxon King Edward sirnamed Cinar And Edleston his Bastard son Since these Hurli-burlies tops-a-turvies So oft this Land they have undone That a Native durst not show himself Except on the tops of the Mountains When our Records were sent away The Vulgar sort they were not free Therefore there was particular acts For to be Cloaks to their Knavery The Chronicle may err some men may be preferr'd In every Science there is some Cheatry For if an Inferior man to a Clerk shall come And possess him of such Gallantry Then he 'l take a word alone And so reward him with his Coyn Which will cause the Clerk blaze him to the sky Within two hundred year may be it do appear If the World shall stand so long That the late made Purves Act Which he obtained to cover his fact Will raise his needy Friends to be Gentlemen That bold Buckcleugh was none of them That ever bought his honor with Coyn His Valour did it gain in Holland and in Swain And against the Saxons Seed they oft did honour gain From the Family of Buckcleugh There has sprung many a Man Four hundred years ago Hassinden he was one Descended of that Line and still he doth remain And Evident's speaks truth the same the truth proclaims Though Chronicles be lost from many a Familie These Characters that remains the truth they let us see Sir Alexander Scot of Hassinden was Knight With good KingIames the fourth he was kill'd at Flowdon fight From Hassinden did spring before that time The Families of Wall Delorian and Haining The South-countrey Gentry is known for truth VVas exercised in Arms into their youth None other Education they did apply But Iack and Spear against their Enemy And because it was their dayly exercise They never sought to be Chronicliz'd But when a Courtier did any valiant fate He was cry'd up to th' stars and made Lord of State But now advance my Muse and declare the truth Of brave Iohn Scot the Original of Buckoleugh And because thou art weary as I suppose I 'le refrain Verse and turn my self to Prose Good Lancelot Scot I think his Book be true Old Rankelburn is design'd Buckcleugh now Yet in his Book no Balls read he It was Buckscleugh he read to me He told me the Name the Place the Coat Came all by the hunting of the Buck In Scotland no Buckcleugh was then Before the Buck in the Cleugh was slain Nights-men at first they did appear Because Moon and Stars to their Arms they bear Their Crest supporters and hunting-horn Showes their beginning from hunting came Their Name and Stile the Book did say Iohn gain'd them both into one day The very place where that the Buck was slain He built a Stone-house and there he did remain He built a Church into that Forrest hie There was no man to come to it but his own Familie The Houses Ground-work yet is to be seen And at that Church I many times have been A burial place it yet keeps out For any poor folk that lyes round about To the Paroch Church it 's long fix mile Therefore they bury yet to save travel My Guid-sir Satchells I heard him declare There was nine Lairds of Buckcleugh buried there But now with rubish and earth it 's fill'd up so high That no man can the Through-stones see But nine Tomb-stones he saw with both his eyne But knew not who was buried under them Also they built a Miln on that same burn To grind Dogs-bran though there there grew no Corn For in my own time Corn little there hath been There was neither Rig nor Fur for to be seen But Hills and Mountains on every side The Haugh below scarce a hundred foot wide Yet there 's a Miln-steed in
could not stand the Castle being lost The vulgar being amazed in such a sort It was bright day or he durst open the Port They had left the Ladder standing at the VVall But in haste they were returned to Scotland all VVherefore in sign and token of my Loyalty I here complain of Scotlands villany And especially of that desperat youth The Scots VVarden he 's call'd Lord of Buckcleugh The Queen caused her Council to conveen And shew them how Carlisles Garison Late by the Scots she was affronted For they on her Castle were high mounted And broke in at the very top And reliev'd Kinment from the Pit The Queen and her Council did command A Messenger to pass into Scotland To ask King Iames what was his reason In a hostile way to assault the Garison VVith such an host of men of war And fetcht away her Prisoner The King the Message soon did understand And shew his Cusin the Queen of England He then desired her Majesty She would be pleased and satisfied And understand how things are come and gone VVhich of the Nations hath done other wrong To make her self the Iudge He was content And according to their merits she should give out Iudgement For on his Royal VVord he did explain Scroup was first faulter to the Scots Nation Lord Scroup he did begin to that effect To invade our Land and imprison our Subjects VVith three hundred horse to come into our Land VVithout leave of Our VVarden or any of our command A very insolent act against our Crown and Dignity By the Law of Arms he doth deserve to dy Our stout Lord VVarden not being in place Though Scroup much wrong'd our Nation and did him disgrace It seems he did appeal him privatly to fight But like a Coward he did his Challenge slight And so without Our order he went out To be reveng'd upon the base Lord Scroup No more but sixteen men to Carlisle came And gave alarm to Castle and the Town VVherein a thousand did remain Your Majesty may think he was a stout Captain Our Prisoner he did but relieve again And none of your Subjects either hurt or slain VVe think his valour merits some reward That of your Towers and Castles no way was afraid VVe think your Governour deserves both lack and shame That suffered sixteen men your Prisoner to gain That Governour is not a Souldier stout Who being a thousand strong and durst not ventur out VVith Letters to such purpose the Messenger did return And expresly shew the Queen she being at London Her Council did conveen and the Decree gave out That Scroup was all the blame of the passage went about The English Council call'd Buckcleugh a man compleat VVhich did merit honour he must be of a Heroick Spirit Both King and Council sounded his Commendation VVishing for many such within their English Nation Such praises made the Queen her Royal Majesty Be most desirous that bold Buckcleugh to see The Queen wrot to King Iames All the whole and sole truth VVith a fervent desire to see the Lord Buckcleugh The King sent for Buckcleugh and to him did unfold Shewing him he must go see His Cusin Queen of England Buckcleugh did yeeld to venture Life and Land And do whatever the King did him command A certain time the King did him confer And shew he was a Free-man and no Prisoner You with your Servants had best go there by Land For all you have to do it 's to kiss our Cusins hand The fixed day when that my Lord should go Was in the Month of March when husband men corn sow A rumor rose and spread through the whole Country How the Lord Buckcleugh he must at London dy Upon the fixed day his Honour went Which caused many hundreds to lament Which said alas they were undone And fear'd my Lord should ne're return again The whole Name of Scot and all his Friends about Maxwel and Iohnston conveyed him out The Humes came from the Merss And in Ednem-Haugh did bide A thousand Gentlemen conveyed him over Tweed They put him to Flowden Field The length of Scotlands ground And there took leave and back again return'd Toward London Rode they did themselves apply Thirlston Sir Robert Scot bear his Honour company No more there past with his Honor along But three Domestick Servants and Sir Robert Scot had one The day being Tuesday twenty four myle they wan And lodged in Morpeth into Northumberland On Wedensday twenty four myles they came Into the Principality of Durham On Thursday they their Course did steer Thirty four myles to Borrow-bridge in York-shire On Friday to Duncaster his Honor bade Twenty eight myle that day he no less rade To view the Town his Honor did desire It being within the County of York-shire For as men pass along the Road York-shire is sixty six myles broad On Saturnday twenty eight myle he went To New-wark Town that stands upon Trent And all the Sabbath his Honor did remain The Town lyes in the County of Notingham On Munday he his Course did steer Twenty six myles to Stenfoord in Lincoln-shire On Tuesday twenty short myle he came To the Town and Shire called Huntingtoun On Wednesday his Honor did fare Twenty nine myles to Ware in Hartford-shire On Thursday he did go betwixt Ware and Troynovent in Middlesex Troynovent was the antient Name King Lud brought it to be call'd London He did not sooner London gain Till it was noised among the English-men They run in flocks and did on 's Honor gaze As he had been the Monster slain by Hercules The People to their Neighbours did cry out Come let us go and see that valiant Scot Which out of Carlisle stoutly took Kinment in spight of our Lord Scroup In Carlisle Kinment did remain Whilst this Scot fetcht him out and had but sixteen men At London Kinment Willy his name was better known Nor it was in the Border-side where his Fore-fathers were born But now for to conclude within a little time The good Lord of Buckcleugh to the English Court did win That valiant Cavalier he came with such a Grace The English Wardens usher'd him to the Presence Notice came to the Queen that bold Buckcleugh was there Then she left her Privat Chamber and in Presence did appear The Queen in modesty a Complement did frame Desiring to know the health of his Master Her. Cousin good King Iames A sign of War to me appears and makes great variance Amongst such Blades who do invade And become League-breakers Since ye intrude within Our Border And did assault Our Garison And Kinment reliev'd without order Ye make but a scar-crow of Englands Queen I thought my Cusin Iames yet King Should never done his Friend such wrong But this I leave to another time He may repent or it be long Buckcleughs Speech THen bold Buckcleugh spoke forth the Truth And to the Queen he did declare His Master Scotlands King was free of every thing It
is your Majesty that makes all the Iars Your Majesty did Order give As it appears the Lord Scroup lately said That with three hundred horse he would march North My Masters Kingdom to invade And took His Subjects there Captive This will appear to be a wrong And in Carlisle keept him in bondage Where he laid him into Fetters strong Whilst I have Life or any Strength I le sight for my Masters Dignity His captive Subjects to relieve By truth it shall not fail in me My Royal Master and Dread Soveraign I' am His Majesties Subject born And to none other Prince but He To the Oath of Alledgeance I 'le be sworn Wherever His Subjects are Prisoners tane If I can relieve them they shall not remain I never thought of such a Lawless Act To invade your Nation and your Subjects take If I had done your Majesty had storm'd But unlawful tane unlawful he return'd VVhen any of your Subjects unlawfully broke out I never did intrude like your Governour Lord Scroup But to your VVardens I did still complain Who sent me his Malefactor I sent him mine again The Queens Answer THe Queen she lent attentive ear And of his Honours Courage she did much admire My Lord she said your Speech I 'le keep in mind And answer you at some other time But neither at Court nor Council ye shall appear For I conceive you 're a resolute Cavalier At Channel-hall your Lodging shall be there Then through our privy-garden to court ye may repair For your Disport when to the Court ye come Peruse our Library either even or morn At your own pleasure what time so e're it be And for your clearer passage ye shall have a privat Keye Except our Counsellors and Officers in charge We do not grant to any but your merits do deserve Thrice worthy Lord your merits do proclaim How Honours noble mark is still your aim And to attain the which thou holds thy hands to study That thy deserts by Fame has won thee gain already Industrious Loyalty doth use and all men tell To aim at Honour it levels very well And in your trusty Service shot compleat That in the end he 's sure have hit the white Let Fortune frown or smile ye are content At all Essays to bear a heart true bent Though Sin and Hell work Mortals to betray Against their malice God hath arm'd thy way When Life and Land and all away is fled Yet thy noble Actions is much honoured Thy loyal Service to thy King doth prove That to thy Country thy heart is joyn'd in love Love is a dying life a living death A vapour shaddow a bubble and a breath An idle bable and a poultrey toy Whose greatest pattern is a blinded boy When Fortune Love and Death their task hath done Fame makes our life through many Ages run For be our Actions good or ill Fame keeps a Record of our doings still By Fame great Iulius Cesar ever lives And Fame infamous life to Nero gives Those that scapes Fortune and extreams of Love Unto their longest homes by Death are driven When Cesar Kesar Subjects objects most Be all alike consumed to dirt and dust Death endeth all our Cares or Cares increase It sends us into lasting pain or bless Awake awake my Muse thou sleeps too long To bold Buckcleugh again I will return Expressing of the time that he did there resort And his Intertainment at the English-court For Banquets he had store and that most free Each day by some of their Nobilitie His attendance was by Nobles there As he had been a Prince late come from far The North-countrie English could not be at rest While the Scots-warden came to be their Guest Six Weeks at Court continued he Still seasted with their Nobilitie To the Queens Majestie he made redress When she would be pleased he should go from hence The Queen was mute and let the question slide Yet wished that he might there abide But yet the King of Scots she had no mind to wrong By reason that he was her Royal dear Cousin To whom she hop'd to prove as kind As Mother might do to please his mind What Misses are past we do declare Your King our Cousin will us repair Your Master our Cousin and we will agree We have already acquainted his Majestie But my Lord if you will here remain Or if ye will return again At your Masters hands we 'll get you free And here you shall have a Sallarie He humblie thank'd her Majestie Showing the Queen that could not be For he had Service in Holland And was bound to obey his Masters command It was too much to be bound to three So beg'd that he might pardoned be The Queen answer'd my Lord since it is so Ye shall be dispatch'd within a day or two And a Letter ye shall carrie along with thee To our Cousin of Scotlands Majestie Wherein your heroick Spirit we must commend And intend hereafter to be your friend Next day she call'd her Secretar And charged him a Letter to prepare To his Majesties King of Scotland Wherein she lets him understand She had past from her former wrong By reason Buckcleugh was a valiant man. Cesar and Tammerlan were valiant men that 's plain But in their own person they ventured not like him Regulus and Schipio was short of him against their foe Most stout Buckcleugh with his small train Scal'd a Castle and had but sixteen men And brought a prisoner with him along That was bound in Chains and Irons most strong Mounts to the Castle top so high And cliverly brought him away Yet a thousand men there was within Of Horse and Foot in the Garison Although it did us much offend Yet his Courage we must commend The Queen to him the Letter gave And pleasantly she took her leave Wishing him a good Iourney home In hopes no more her Castle he 'd storm Now I not intend for to set down How that his Honour returned home But Iames the sixth that gracious King Was well content of his home coming Now follows the Antiquity of the Name of Scot. SInce from all danger Buckcleugh was free I must speak something of his familie That Lord Buckcleugh his Fame spread far Call'd Walter Lord Scot of Whitchester Some late start-up bran-new Gentlemen That hardly knows from whence their Fathers came Except from red nos'd Robin Or Trail Wallet countrey Tom The sons of Cannongate Bess That well could play her Game Whose labouring heads as great as any house These calumnizing Fellows can stagger stare and shame And swear the name of Scot is but a new com'd Name These new cornuted Gentlemen why should they lie Mr. George Buchannan and Hector Boetius can let them see A thousand years if I do not forget By Chronicles I 'le prove the Name of Scot. In King Achaius time that worthy Prince Iohn and Clement Scots they went to France In Paris they at first began In Charles the great his time
brought from Cholcos into Greece Iohn Scot the Squire of Newburgh-hall Alias of Rennal-burn as men him call To the first Iohn Scot of Rennal-burn late He was the Son and Heir to his Estate Who was the Son of that Sir Iohn Scot of worth The Prince of Poets and Knight of New-burgh Chancer Glovet and Sir Thomas Moir And Sir Philip Sidney who the Lawral wear They never had a more Poetical Vein Than New-burgh's Iohn that was Mr. Arthurs Son. And Mr. Arthur was a learned Man Son to Simon Scot of New burgh than This Simon Scot's call'd Simon with the Spear Tutor of Thirlston was both for Peace and Wear That Simon Scot a bold and resolute Man He was Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston Iohn Scot of Thirlston My Guid-sir let me knaw He was Son to Dayid Scot of Howpaslaw That David Scot he did excell Mongst all Hunters he bore the Bell He did abound for wit and skill All his Associats did wear a Tod-tail Which they esteem most by their engadges More than French gallants do of their Plumages David of Howpaslaw he was the Son Of the first Sir Walter e're was of that Roum He was a man of Credit and Renown He Married Elliot Daughter to the Laird of Lariston David of Howpaslay Sir Walters Son He married with Scot a Daughter of Robertoun His Son Iohn Scot of Thirlston a man of worth He married Scot the Daughter of the Laird of Allenhaugh Iohns Son Robert was Warden in his time The fight of Roberts-hill he did gain He for his King and Countrey did maintain the Truth He married Scot Daughter to the Laird of Buckcleugh The first Sir Robert Scot of Thirlston was his Son He married Margaret daughter to the Laird of Cranston Sir Robert Scot his Son for whose death I mourn He married Lyon daughter to the Master of Kinghorn His death was sad to all his near Relations A worthy man was he And died without Succession Then Patrick Scot his Father-Brother Son Took on the designation of Thirlston A very worthy Courteous man was he He married Murray daughter to the Laird of Black-barony His Son Sir Francis Scot Knight-barronet of Thirlston Is now married to Ker daughter to William Earl of Louthian Of his Genealogy I said enough His Original it is of Buckcleugh Yet were it no more but so I dare be bold To think this Land doth many Iasons hold Who never yet did pass a dangerous wave Yet may with ease its Golden Fleeces have My little Book whoso doth intertain It 's dedicat to none but Gentlemen Sometimes to Old sometimes to Young Sometimes to the Father sometimes to the Son Sometimes to the great sometimes to the small So my Book it keeps no rule at all Dedicated to that worthy and compleat Gentleman Robert Scot second Son to Sir William Scot of Hardin UNlearned Azo Store of Books hath bought Because a Learned Schollar he 'l be thought counsel'd him that had of Books such store To buy Pypes Flutes the Viol and Bandore And then his Musick and his Learning share Being both alike with either might compare He did both beat his brain and try his wit In hopes thereby to please the Multitude As soon may ride a Horse without a Bit Above the Moon or Suns high altitude Then neither flattery nor the hope of Pelf Hath made me writ but for to please my self Thoug Sin and Hell work mortals to betray Yet 'gainst thy Malice God still arms thy way Thou canst be have amongst those Banks and Briers As well as he who to Cedars-top aspires Or to the lowest Cherub or Branch of Broom That hath its breeding srom Earths stumbling womb And now I talk of Broom of Shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a World of Trees are now my Leaders To prosecute this travel made with pain And make Comparison betwixt Trees and Men The Cedars and the High-clouds kissing Pines Foecunds Olives and tke crooked Vines The Elm the Esk the Oak the mastie Beech The Pear the Apple and the rough gound Peach And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitful and unfruitsul Tree For to proceed and shew how Men and Trees In Birth and Breed in Life and Death agrees In their beginning they have both one Birth Both have their natural being from the Earth Those that scape Fortune and the extreams of Love Unto their longest home by Death are drove Where Cesars Kesars subjects objects most Be all alike consum'd to dirt and dust Death eudeth all our cares or cares increase It sends us unto lasting pain or bless Where Honor is with Noble Vertue mixt It like a Rock stands permanent and fix't The snares of Envy or her traps of hate Could never nor shall ever hurt that state Like Adamant it beats back the battery Of spightful Malice and deceiving flattery For it with pride can never be infected But humbly is supernally protected A Supporter or Prop I wish Robert be As Rowlin call'd Robert was to Normandy Robert call'd Iohn-Fernyear was in Scotland So was Robert Bruce his revenging powerful hand I wish thee Health Wealth and Renown Without any expectation of a Crown This Dedication which to your hands takes Scop Concerns a Shepherd from Will Scot of Langup Who 〈◊〉 a Prudent Wise and civil Gentleman As many that lives in this part of the Land. Who sprung from a worthy Stock of late Who was named Iohn Scot of Langup Who was the Son I very well knew Of Iohn Scot of Headshaw And Iohn Scot we all do ken Was Son to George Scot of Sinton And George Scot called How-coat VVas Son of Sintons youngest VVat And young VVat was VValters Son That was Laird of Sinton whence Hardin sprung And Walter he was George Son And George he was the Son of Iohn For Walter and William was two-Brether His Name was George that was their Father My memory is Lord keeper of my Treasure And great understanding gives true Iustice measure To good to bad to just and to unjust Invention and Remembrance waits the leasure Of memory and understanding most Hath wisdom sor her fellow and her guide Else Princes Peers and Commons stray aside For William Scot in our south part of Greeces I wish may ne're want such as Iasons Golden Fleeces Dedicated to the Worthy and well-accomplished Gentleman William Scot of Rae-burn THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of Heavens Iust Merciful Almighty King By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made and all projected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice Flame Who is shall be one and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for Himself made Man Made not begotten or of humane Birth No Seir but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne're knew Child-hood or the Sucking-teat But at the first was made a Man compleat Whose inward Soul in God-like form did shine As Image of the Majesty Divine