night water earth herbs trees Let there be sun moon stars fish fowl that flies Beast of the field he said let there be All things were created as we may see Thus every sensible and sensless thing The high Creators VVord to pass did bring And as in viewing of his Works he stood He said that all things were exceeding good Thus having finish'd Seas and Earth and Skyes Aboundantly with all Varieties Like a magnificent and sumptuous Feast To th'intertainment of some welcome Guest When Beasts and Birds and every living Creature And the Earths fruits did multiply by Nature Then did the Eternal Trinity betake It self to council and said let us make Not let there be as unto all things else But let us make man that the rest excells According to our Image let us make Man and then the Almighty red earth did take With which he formed Adam every Limb And having made him breathed life in him Lo thus the first man never was a Child No way with sin original defil'd But with high Super-natural understanding He over all the Word had sole commanding Yet though to him the Regency was given As Earths Leivetennant to the God of Heaven Though he commanded all created things As Deputy under the King of kings Though he so highly here was dignified To humble him not to be puft with pride He could not brag nor boast of high born birth For he was formed out of slime and earth No beast fish worm fowl herb wood stone tree But are of a more antient house than he For they were made before him which prove this That their Antiquity is more than his Thus both himself and his beloved Spouse Are by creation of the younger house And whilst they liv'd in perfect holiness Their richest Garments were bare Nakedness True Innocence were their chiefest Weeds For Righteousness no Mask or Vizard needs The Royalist Robes that our first Parents had Was a free Conscience with uprightness clade They needed not to shift the Cloaths they wore Was Nakedness and they desir'd no more Until at last that Hell-polluting Sin With Disobedience sold their Soul within And having lost their Holiest perfection They held their nakedness in imperfection Then being both asham'd they both did frame Garments as Weeds of their deserved shame Thus when as sin had brought Gods curse on Man Then shame to make Apparel first began E're men had said most plain it does appear He neither did nor needed cause menswear For his Apparel did at first begin To be the Robs of pennance for his Sin Thus all the brood of Adam and of Eve The true use of Apparel may perceive That they are Liveries Badges unto all Of our Sins and our Parents woful fall Then more than mad the Mad-brain'd people be Or else they see and will not seem to see The same Robs of Pride that makes them swell Are tokens that our best deserts are Hell Much like unto a Traitor to his King Which would his Countrey into destruction bring Whose treacheries being prov'd apparently He by the Law is justly Iudg'd to die And when the Books for his deserved Death A Pardon comes and gives him longer Breath I think this man most madly would appear That would a Halter in a Glory wear Of Life to be quite dis-inherited But if he should vain gloriously persist To make a Rop of Silk or Golden Twist And wear it 's a more honourable show Of his Rebellion than course Hemp or Tow Might not men justly say he were an Ass Triumphing that he once a Villan was And that wears an halter for the nonce In pride that he deserv'd a hanging once Such with our Heavenly Father is the case Of our first Parents and their fruitful Race Apparel is the miserable Sign That we are Traitors to our Lord Divine And we like Rebels still most pride do take In that which still most humble should us make Apparel is the Prison for our Sin Which most should shame yet most we glory in Apparel is the sheet of shame as it were For man apparel never did receive Till he Eternal Death deserv'd to have How vain is it for Man a clod of Earth To boast of his Progeny or Birth Because perhaps his Ancestors were good And sprung from Royal or from Noble Blood Where Vertues worth did in their minds inherit They enjoy'd their Honour by Desert and Merit Great Alexander King of Macedon Dislain'd to be his Father Philips Son But he from Iupiter would be descended And as a god be honour'd and attended Yet when at Babylon he prov'd but a Man His god-head ended foolish as 't began There was in Cicily a proud Physician Menecrates and he through high ambition To be a god himself would needs prefer And would forsooth be deemed Iupiter King Dionysius making a great Feast The Fool god disguis'd to be a great Beast Who by himself was at a Table plac'd Because as god he should the more be grac'd The other Guests themselves did feed and sill He at an empty table still sat still At last with humble low Sir Reverence A fellow came with sire and frankincense And offered to his god-ship saying then Persumes were fit for gods and meat for men The god in anger raise incontinent Who laughed and in hunger homeward went. The Roman Emperor Domitian Would be a god was murdered by a man. Calligola would be a god of wonders And counterfit the Lightning and the thunders Yet every real heavenly thunder crack This cateif in such fear and terrour strake That he would quake and shake and hide his head In any hole or underneath his bed And when this godless god had many slain A Preband dasht out his ungodly brain And thus the Almighty still against pride doth frown And casts ambition head-long tumbling down Great Pompey would be all the Worlds Superior And Cesar unto none would be Inferior But as they both did live ambitiously So both of them untimeous deaths did die The one in AEgypt had his final fall The other murdered in the Capital A number more examples are beside Which shows the miserable fall of Pride For Pride of State Birth Wisdom Beauty Strength And Pride in any thing will fall at length But to be proud of Garments that we wear Is the most foolish Pride a Heart can bear Know that of thine own thou doth possess Nothing but Sin and woful Wretchedness A Christian's Pride should only be in this When he can say that God his Father is When Grace and Mercy well apply'd afford To make him Brother unto Christ his Lord When he unto the Holy Ghost can say Thou art my School-master whom I will obey When he can call the Saints his Fellows and Say to the Angels for my Guard you stand This is a laudable and Christian-Pride To know Christ and to know him Crucified This is that meek Ambition low Aspiring Which all Men should be earnest in desiring Thus to be proudly
To instruct the Christian Religion And there a Colledge they did frame Which doth remain unto this very time And he that doth not believe me Must read Buchannan and he shall see Some other Authors I could give in But these are sufficient to them that 's not blind Some says they were not Scots to their Name But only Scots by Nation Yet Monks of Melross they were known Which then was in the Picts Kingdom Iohn Earl of Channerth sirnamed Scot To die without Succession was his unfortunate lot Brave Alexander the first a King both stout and good Iohn Earl of Channerth married with his royal blood Before Alexander the first his Brother Edgar did reign The first that was anointed os Scotland King Reverend Iohn Scot he did surmount Who was Bishop Dumblane and did the King anoint Mr. Michael Scot that read the Epistle at Rome He was in King Alexander the second 's Reign Thomas Lermont was first his man That was called the Rymer ever since then And if my Author doeth speak truth Mr. Michael was descended from Buckcleugh And if my Author ye would know Bishop Spotswoods Book these Scots do show How can these randy Liars then Make the Scots to be a start-up Clan Sure new start-ups themselves must be For ancient Families scorns to lie But for the Antiquity of the Scot There 's one thing I have almost sorgot Which is not worthy of nomination Yet to mark Antiquity life make relation In the second Session of King Davids Parliament There was a Statute made which is yet extant That no man should presume to buy or sell With Highland men or Scots of Ewsdale Yet Ewsdale was not near the Forrest Where brave Buckcleugh did dwell According to the old Proyerb They but fell from the Wains tail But when these Scots did bear that stile King David resided in Carlisle Without and infang they disturb'd his Court Which caus'd the King that Act set out Here I speak nought but truth all Men may note The very true Antiquity of the Name of Scot And now my versing Muse craves some repose And while she sleeps I 'le spout a little prose KEnneth the second King of Scots Son to King Alpin who was Son to brave King Achaius forsaid who made the League with Charles the Great Emperour of Germany and King of France the year seven hundreth eighty seven This King Kenneth called the Great conquered the Kingdom of the Picts about the year of Grace eight hundred and thirty nine and joyn'd the Kingdom of Picts unto the antient Nation of Scotland This victorious King Kenneth the second dyed in the twenty year of His Reign The Kingdom not being well settled in obedience to the Crown his brother Donald the fifth succeeded him a very infamous King and a great Tyrant he lost all Scotland to Striviling bridge by the Brittains and Saxons the which time King Osbridge conquered great Lands in Scotland assisted by the Brittans so that Striviling-bridge was made Marc hes betwixt Scots Brittans and Englishmen King Osbridge coyned Money in the Castle of Striviling by that the Starling Money had first beginning and died in the fifth year of His Reign King Constantin the second the Conquerors Son a valiant King in whose time Heger and Hoba with a great Fleet of Danes landing in Fyse used great cruelty King Constantin the second came with a great Army against Hoba and vanquished him the Scots being proud of that victory and neglecting themselves there followed a cruel and desperat battle at last the Scots were vanquished and King Constantin with his Nobles and ten thousand of his Army kill'd in the fifteen year of his reign AEthus surnamed the Swift succeeded his Father King Constantin He died in the second year of his reign Gregorius magnus Dongallus Son a worthy stout and valiant King he freed Scotland all again from Osbridge Saxons and English-men and enlarged his Empire to the County and Shire of Northumberland Westmurland and Cumberland and confederat with Elewrad King of Brittans and after went to Ireland and vanquished Braenus and Cornelius after beseiged Dublin wherein was their young King Duncan to whom he was made Protector during the Kings Minority then returned to Scotland with a victorious Army and brought threescore Pledges of the Irish Nobility and Gentry under the Age of thirty years he died in the eighteen year of his Reign Donald the sixth was Son to Constantin the second a good religious valiant King he succeeded King Gregory in his time the Murrays and Rosses envading each other with cruel killing two thousand were killed in either Parties the King came upon them with a great Army and punished the principal of this rebellion to the death he died in the eleventh year of his reign Constantin the third AEthus son succeeded him a valiant Prince not fortunat in Wars he being vexed with War in the time of King Edward surnamed Sinar of the Saxons kind and Edlston his bastard son he became a Canon in St. Andrews and ded in the fourty year of his reign Malcolm the first Donald the sixth's son a valiant Prince and a good Iustitiar in his time a confederacy was made that Cumberland and Westmuireland should be annexed to the Kingdom of Scotland and should be perpetually holden by the Prince of Scotland of Fee from the King of England by vertue whereof Indolphus son to Constantin the third Prince of Scotland took possession in both Cumberland and Westmuireland The King died the ninth year of his reign Indolphus Constantin the thirds son succeeded King Malcolm the first a noble valiant Prince he vanquished Athagen Prince of Norway and Theodorick Prince of Denmark he died in the ninth year of his reign Duffus Malcolm the first son succeeded King Indolphus a good Prince and a severe Iustitiar he died in the fifth year of his reign Colonus Indolphus son succeeded King Duffus he died in the fourth year of his reign Kenneth the third son to Malcolm the first a brave King and a good Iustitiar from the death of Kenneth the second which conquered the Picts to the reign of Kenneth the third we had nine Kings in Scotland I have set down particularly how long every Kings reign was in cumulo they reigned a hundred and nine years most of them although I have not expressed they were most of them killed in the Field being so possest with War on every side what by Denmark and Norway on the one side the Brittans and Saxons on the other side poor little Scotland had much to do to get her feet holden among them For in all that time of an hundred and nine years there was but one victorious Conquering Ptince which was King Gregory So that the Borders in these Lands in England aforesaid being sometimes under the command of the Scots and sometime of the English they became so Rude and Insolent that they would never be governed before Kenneth the third brought them under
valiant Earl of Buckcleugh when I was young To the Bush in Brabant with his Regiment came Which is the space of fifty nine years agone I saw him in his Arms appear Which was on the sixteen hundred and twenty seven year That worthy Earl his Regiment was so rare All Hollands Leagure could not with them compare Like Hannibal that noble Earl he stood To the great effusion of his precious Blood The Town was tane with a great loss of men To the States of Holland from the King of Spain His Honours praise throughout all Nations sprung Born on the wings of Fame that he was Mars's Son The very Son of Mars which furrowed Neptunes brow And over the dangerous deep undauntedly did plow. He did esteem his Countries honour more Than Life and Pelf which Peasants does adore His noble Ancestors their Memories Are born on wings of Fame as far as Titans rise And universally they are divulg'd from thence Through the circle of all Europes circumference Let their example be a Spur to you That you their worthy Vertues may pursue They were brave men I wish ye be so still They had good Courage guided with good Skill Which Skill and Courage Fortune Grace and Will I do beseech the Almighty to bestow On you their Osf-spring all both high and low Time hath recorded Buckcleughs matchless force By Sea or Land with valiant Foot or Horse He made France tremble and Spain to quake The foundation of Brabant they made shake And as true valour did inspire their breasts So victory and honour crown'd their crests Of both Walter Lord and Walter Earl In the Netherlands they did so much prevail I wish your good intention may contain And you may be like them in every thing That as your Parents are so you may be Rare patterns unto your Posteritie That all your foes with terror now may know Some Branches of Buckcleuch has beat them so True Honour Fame and Victory attend you And great Iehovah in your just cause defend you That immortality your Fames may Crown And God may have the Glory and Renown When brave Earl Walter he was dead and gone He left his son Earl Francis in his room Who married when he was but young Before he came to perfection His Age was twenty years and five When death depriv'd him of his life His Familie they were but twain He left them in the Mothers keeping So by experience we see every day That bad things do increase and good things do decay And vertue with much care from vertue breeds Vice freely springs from vice like stinking weeds Sardanapulus King of Babylon Was to his Concubine such a Companion That he in their attire did show and sign An exercise unfitting for a King These and a number more his fancy fed To compass which his shifts were manifold A bull a ram a swan a shour of Gold To dreadful thunder and consuming fire And all to quench his inward flames desire Apollo turn'd fair Daphne into bay Because she from his lust did flee away He loved his Hiacinth and his Loronis As fervently as Venus and Adonis So much he from his god head did decline That for a Wench he kept Dametus kine And many other gods have gone astray If all be true which Ovids books doth say Thus to fulfill their lusts and win their Trulls We see that these ungodly gods were Gulls The mighty Captain of the Mermidons Being captived to these base passions Met an untimely unexpected slaughter For fair Pollixena King Priamus's daughter Lucretius rape was Torquins overthrow Shame often payes the debt that sin doth ow What Philomela lost and Tyrus won It caus'd the lustful Father cat his Son In this vice Nero took such beastly joy He married was to Sperus a young boy And Piriander was with Lust so fed He with Melista lay when she was dead Pigmalion with an Image made of stone Did love and lodge I 'le rather ly alone Aristophanes joyn'd in love would be To Asheas but what an asse was he A Roman Appius did in Goal abide For love of fair Virginia where he dyed That second Henry aged childish fond On the fair feature of fair Rosamond That it raised most unnatural hateful strife Betwixt Himself his Children and his Wife The end of which was that the jealous Queen Did poyson Rosamond in furious spleen The fourth English King Edward lower did descend He to a Gold-smiths wife his love did bend This suggred fin hath been so general That it hath made the strongest Champions fall For Sichem ravisht Dina for which deed A number of the Sichemites did bleed And Sampson the prime of manly strength By Dalila was overcome at length King David frailly fell and felt the pain And with much sorrow was restor'd again Though Saul his foe he no way would offend Yet this sin made him kill his loyal friend A man with Thamar incest did commit And Absalom depriv'd his life for it And Solomon allow'd most royal means To keep three hundred Concubines By whose means to Idolatry he fell Almost as low as to the gate of Hell At last repenting he made declaration That all was vanity and sp'rits vexation Abundance of examples men may find Of Kings and Princes to this vice inclin'd Which is no way for meaner men to go Because their betters often wandred so For they were plagu'd of God and so shall we Much more if of their sin we partners be To shew what women have been plunged in The bottomless abyss of this sweet sin There are examples of them infinit Which I he're mean to read much less to writ To please the Reader though I 'le set down some As they unto my memory do come Now I leave the Familie and return again to brave Lord Walter and his Son Walter Earl in Scotland where these worthy Lords were born LOrd of Euckleuch into the Scots border Was high Lord Warden to keep them in good order On that border was the Armstrangs able men Somewhat unruly and very ill to tame I would have none think that I call them Thieves For if I did it would be arrant lies For all Frontiers and Borders I observe Where-ever they ly are Free-booters And does the enemy much more harms Than sive thousand marshal-men in arms The Free-booters venture both Life and Limb Good wise and bairn and every other thing He must do so or else must starve and die For all his lively-hood comes of the-Enemie His Substance Being and his House most tight Yet he may chance to loss all in a night Being driven to poverty he must needs a Free-booter be Yet for vulgar Calumnies there is no remedie An arrant liar calls a Free-booter a Thief A free-booter may be many a mans relief A free-booter will offer no man wrong Nor will take none at any hand He spoils more Enemies now and then Than many hundreds of your marshal-men Near to a Border Frontier in time of War
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
for all poor Friends The Countes Sister did her succeed Then her Mother to London by Coach did hie And search't her a Husband beyond the Sea. A pretty youth and of High-birth By the Name of Graves that Boy did pass One Mr Ross his Pedagogue was In France in Holland and in Flanders When the truth was known and the Lad fetcht home King Charles the second 's bastard he prov'd to be And I believe his Maiden-head he begat him young on Mrs Barly A prety Lady I have her seen And very gallant in her time Sir Thomas Barly was her Sire A Knight that dwelt in Devonshire And after the Restauration When Charles the second came to his home The Weyms Countess and her Daughter young At London stay'd and the Youth fetch'd home Iames Scot he was call'd all along Which did continue certain moneths And then to Windsor did return Where he was made Duke of Monmouth King Edwards Badge he got the Order of the Garter Perform'd with great Solemnity and then to London did repair His Nuptial-day did then drew near To Charing Cross he did resort The King and Duke Royal did come there And most Nobles of the Court A most proper man he in time became As in any Princes Court was seen Ten thousand hearts they may lament That ever he should a Rebel been A Rebel he was in his time And did the Nation much perplex At his Invasion he was tane And his Head cut off with an ax In England now the Dutches Dwells Which to her Friends is a cursed Fate For if they Famish Starve or dy They cannot have a groat from that Estate The times of Old are quite forgot How Inferior Friends had still relief And how the worthiest of the Name Engadged themselves to hold up their Chief And in requital of their Love His Honor took of them such pain They never went unto the Law 'Gainst one another at any time In whose case or cause soever it was Debts Riots or Possessions Their Chief he was immediat Iudge The Lawyers got nought of them Times have been very troublesome Since these Rebellions first began Which was then but fourty eight years agone And then our Chief he was but young In the five and twenty year of 's age In the year of Grace fifty and two He rendered up his Steward-ship And had no Issue but Females two And as Dalila with Sampson dealt When she cry'd the Phillstines are thee upon Such cruel Despight Strife and Debat Remain into some bad VVomen She 's like a Gardo countenane'd like Bendo Cunning as Nilo peeping through a window Which put the wandring Iew in such amazment Seeing such a face look through the casement When Lora a Bull long nourished in Cocitus VVith Sulphur-horns sent by the Emperor Titus Asked a stegmatick peribestan question If Alexander ever lived Physician VVhen Helen was for Priamus Son a Mate From Greece by Parn and his Band VVhich caus'd the Greeks the Trojan minds abate Some curs't the Boyes and other some them ban'd The strumpet Queen which brought the burning Brand That Helen fir'd and wrak'd old Priamus Race And on their Names long living shame did brand For head-strong lust runs an unbounded race This beauteous piece whose feature radiant blaze Made Maenelaus horn mad war to wadge And set all Troy in a combustious bleeze VVhose ten years triumphs scarce was worth their wage For all their Conquests and their battering Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams Lo thus the burden of adulterous guilt A shoring vengeance Troy and Trojans saw No Age nor Sect no Beauty Gold nor Guilt VVithstood foretold Cassandrias secret fall She often said false Helens beauteous blast Should be the cause this mighty Grecians Power Their Names and Fames with Infamy should blast And how the gods on them would vengeance pour But poor Cassandra prophesied in vain The clamorous cryes were to the sensles Rocks The youths of Troy in mirry scornful Vein Securely sleeps whilst Lust the Cradle rocks Till bloody burning Indignation come And all their mirth with Mourning overcome Yet great 's the Glory in the Noble Mind Where Life and Death are equal in respect If Fates be good or bad unkind or kind Not proud in Freedom nor in Thral deject With Cóurage scorning Fortunes worst effect In spitting in foul Envyes cankered face True honor thus doth baser thoughts subject Esteeming Life a Slave that serves disgrace Foul abject thoughts become the mind that 's base That deems there is no better life than 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 defyes her do her worst The vulgar sort with open port Said the Scot had much renown That their Heretrix was intermixt VVith a Bastard of the Crown King Iames the fifth his bastard Son VVas of as much regard He married Buckcleugh's Relict He being but a Laird The bastard got into Scotland Was never of such renown To prosper as the English do They oft usurp their Crown King Arthur of the round Table Begotten was in Adultery And so was both King Edelstoun And William of Normandie But Scotlands loyal Nobility Is of a more rare degree Nor suffer any Bastard seed To claim Soveraignity Since the first Fergus began To King Iames the seventh We have had none but twain Of Bastards that usurp'd the Crown And short while they did Reign Gillis the Tyrant he was one King Evenus the first Bastard-son Codallus of Galloway cut him off In the second year of 's Reign Duncan the second usurp'd the Crown Malcolm the third his Bastard-son But from an Usurper he did it gain Which was from wicked Donald the seventh Mackpender then of Merns the Thane An Earl of high renown He brought King Duncan to his end Nine Months after he was crown'd The Bastard Kings of Scotland then Had but small Prosperity And for the future I hope none In Scotland shall ever be Then Edgar the just and lawful King Upon his Throne was set And anointed of Dunkels Bishop Whose name was Mr. Iohn Scot. Of Bastards I will speak no more Since I declar'd the truth My purpose now is to return And speak of bold Buckcleugh That worthy valiant Son of Mars That most illustrious one The United-Provinces him should blaze To Ages that's to 〈…〉 ome The year and time I must exprime That from Holland came he The Sixteen hundred and thirty three At London he did die In November Month to speak the truth It was our woful fate To the Bier many Friends came To see him ly in State The Nobles of the Court repair'd Clad in their sable Weed And Country-men in Flocks came in To see 's Herse when he was dead Patrick Scot then of Thirlston A worthy Gentleman He took the care of all Affairs Caus'd his Corps to be imbalm'd All being done that wit of man Could do or
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
that may your hearts content My Muse hath then accomplisht her intent Your favour can preserve me but your frown My poor inventions in oblivion drown With tolerable friendship let me crave You will not seek to spill what you may save The Asp that quakes with sun He doth me much deride The Webster and the Smith They shake their brainless head And sayes my Education or my State Doth make my Verse esteem'd at lower rate To such as those this answer I do send And bid them mend before they discommend Their Envy unto me will Favours prove The hatred of fools breeds wise mens Love My Muse is Iocund that her Labours merits To be malign'd and scorn'd by envyous carriage This humbly I beg pardon of the best Which being granted Sir a reverence for the rest Why should they vex in their malicious brain For I have done no wrong to you n or them A greedy wretch did on the Scripture look Found it recorded in the Sacred Book How such a man with God should sure prevail Who clad the naked and visited them in Ioal And their he found how he had long mistaked And oftentimes had made the cloathed naked In stead of visiting the opprest in moans He had consum'd them to the very bones Yet one day he at leasure would repent But sudden death repentance did prevent Then he was dead and laid into his Tomb In hopes repentance from Purgatory come There lay the Stuart of the valiant ten Who whilst on life his beloved life remain'd Apollos Daughter and the Heirs of Iove The memorable bounty did approve His life was life to Statius and his death Bereaved the Muses of Celestial Breath Had Phoebus fir'd him from the lofty skies That Phenix-like another might arise From out of his odoriferous sacred Embers His loved life the Country still remembers Amongst a million there is hardly any That like your self so well can govern many Now I think well I will reveal My Dream I must proclaim And dedicat unto your hands my honest Shepherds Swain That mirrily upon the plain doth sing with joking lees His Shepherdess she does not miss to crown his head with bayes Love Bounty Valour Charity with Shepherds did remain It 's Kings and Emperors liberty to be a Shepherds Swain In Meadows green where flowers do spring There they do feed their flocks Sometimes on Mountains and on Hills Sometimes amongst the Rocks Their worthy generosity to Love is a strong fort With triumph doth that trumpet sound At the Shepherd Swains port The best of men are Shepherd Swains As I before design'd The Eastern-coasts did brag and boast Of their brave Shepherds Swain George Currors then a Shepherd Swain That gains both Corn and Store And doth afford both Bed and Board And much relieves the poor In Hart-wood-myres his Barns and Byres And Shepherds do remain His Flocks proceed and sweetly seed Upon the morning due And when bright Phoebus takes her Coatch They are in Hainings view Of that Shepherds truth I cannot dyte enough But now I 'm run ashore For Shepherds Swains their Ewes and Lambs I have spoken much before Though Iason fetcht his Fleece from Greece And was call'd the Golden Swain George Curror that dwells in Hart-wood-myres For Wool more guilt doth gain Dedicated to the learned and well approved generous Gentleman Andrew Plummer Laird of Midlestead Most worthy Sir Sedition and a Common-wealth was intimated by two Lobsters fighting one with another the Land-Lobster is a great enemy to the Serpents and Snakes therefore the Egyptian Priests did put it to signisie a temperat man who suppresseth his Lusts and wicked Affections that are the most dangerous Serpents unto his soul. THis Pamphlet I send to your view Is to let your Worship ken It 's known to be the first Issue Of my dull idle Brain It 's known as yet I could ne're write My reading is but small For refuge I flee to your hands In hopes you 'l warrand all Shepherds I thought were three times eight Appear'd into my Dream Wherefore one to you I dedicat A civil honest Man He in Analshope doth dwell His Mame's Michael Andison That Shepherd Swain will no man wrong In Religion he is strong The foulest Feinds assume the fairest Forms The fairest Fields doth feed the foulest Toad The Sea at Calmest most subject is to Storms In choicest Fruit the Canker makes abode So in the Shop of all believing trust Lyes Toads invenom'd treason couched fast Till like a Storm his toothless thoughts out-burst Who Canker-like had lyen in trusts repose For as the fire within the flint's confin'd In deepest Ocean still unquencht remains Even so the false through truest seeming mind Despight of truth the Treason still retains Yet maugure Treason Trust deserveth trust And Trust survives when Treason dies accurst Since Michael Andison hath great store of Wool'n-fleece I wish they more abound than Iasons did in Greece Dedicated to that worthy valiant and generous Gentleman Iames Gladstains of that ilk Laird of Cocklaw MOst worthy Sir I send into your view This litle Pamphlet most of it is true According to my Dream I yet commend I know no foolish man can you offend Of four and twenty Shepherds I did Dream Whereof Iames Grieve in Common-side was one An honest Man you know it sure And one that doth relieve the Poor Your Generous Noble Sp'rit as I do understand Emboldens me to dedicat him to your hand He that may hunt in every inclosed Ground A Park of 's own he needeth not to found The stately Staig when he his horns hath shed In sullen sadness he deplores his loss But when a Wife cornuts her Husbands Head His gains in horns he holds an extream cross The Staig of lossing doth his loss complain The man by gaining doth lament his gain Thus whether horns he either loss or found They both the Loser and the Winner wound Hunting is pleasant but yet wearisome To him that can no Venison obtain Thou worthy Swain chuse in Dianas stream Amongst the Sisters nine and pick out one of them Wit Courage Valour Stature and State Remain with thee don't fear a horned Pate Now good Iames Grieve I wish thy Flocks increase That thou may chant and sing and still keep Iasons fleece Dedicated to the very worthy and much respected generous Gentleman Robert Langlands of that Ilk. WHen fond imaginary Dreams do ring In formless forms in mens molested brain On such a time I sleeping in my bed An unaccustom'd Dream came in my head I thought four and twenty to me came All Gentlemen and Shepherds Swain Whereof Iames Grieve Lenup he was one Which I have dedicated unto your Worships hand You know him well to be an honest man And is a just and harmless Shepherd Swain His Fleece doth clothe the naked that there 's non deny His Food relieves the needy as they pass him by The Orphan Widow and the indigent For Bed and Board from him have