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A62398	A true history of the several honourable families of the right honourable name of Scot in the shires of Roxburgh and Selkirk, and others adjacent. Gathered out of ancient chronicles, histories, and traditions of our fathers. By Captain Walter Scot, an old souldier, and no scholler, and one that can write nane, but just the letters of his name.	Scot, Walter, ca. 1614-ca. 1694.	1688 (1688)	Wing S948; ESTC R219942	82,296	178

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

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