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A05599	Scotlands vvelcome to her native sonne, and soveraigne lord, King Charles wherein is also contained, the maner of his coronation, and convocation of Parliament; the whole grievances, and abuses of the common-wealth of this kingdome, with diverse other relations, never heretofore published. Worthy to be by all the nobles and gentry perused; and to be layed vp in the hearts, and chests of the whole commouns, whose interests may best claime it, either in meane, or maner, from which their priuiledges, and fortunes are drawne, as from the loadstar of true direction. By William Lithgovv, the bonaventure, of Europe, Asia, and Africa.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1633 (1633)	STC 15716; ESTC S108590	34,052	62

Stranger for thou comes not so As if promiscuous neither friend nor foe Nor comes thou with sterne bloody collours flying Or with a doubtfull mynd as one a dying Nor lyke these Turkish fyre-brands of Hell The race of Ottoman that loue to quell All forts of People Persian Greeke and Iew Arabian Moore and Christian would subdew The Universe to bee but one Dominion Wherein the Spanyard too would bee his Minion Nay thou comes better so the Heavens appoynted Even in the name of GOD the LORDS anoynted So ● receaue Thee as the righteous Heyre O● Mee and myne inheritance most fayre Which shall not crowne Thee lyke these groaning bounds Hemb'd in about with the Hircanian rounds Nor comes thou to encroach on Indian Soyles To pillage Peru and to cast the spoyles Of minrall Mettalls on sterne bloody Mars Wherewith sad Epitaphs bedeck Mens Herse Nor as the Worlds Vsurper Philip did When hee betrayd Navarre vnder plots hid Nor as hee seazd on Portugale and tooke From lost Emanuell the golden Booke Nor like to Petro basely murthring downe The French at Vespers for the Sicile Crowne Lyke instances I many could afford But Tyme it traitours Mee and in a word O! thou comes well and with a Conscience just Of right indubitable Reason must On Thee confer my neuer-conquerd Crowne Which now shall Crowne Thee with the old renowne Of thine Auncestors and which birth Thee brings Descended from one hundreth and seuen Kings Which they by worth and I by valour kept Whilst myne encroaching foes with Irne I whipt But by thy leaue Sir I must let Thee see What kynd of Crowne I now present to Thee A Mayden Crowne vnconquerd neuer wone Since Fergus my first Monarch it begunne And so from him to Kenneth who subdued The Pights and in their blood his hands imbrewd Whence bloody battells and braue chivalrye From race to race kept and maintaynd it free Whilst neither Danes nor English Saxons could With awfull Romans this Crowne get or hould Such were my forces in my Champions strong That still keept it and Mee from forraine wrong What should I speake of Wallace Bruce and Grahame The Dowglasses and Stewarts of great fame With thousands moe of much renowned worth Which my true Chronicle vively sets foorth But leaue Thee there to reade what deeds were wrought And for thy matchles Auncients stoutly fought How many hundreth thowsand Lyves were lost Which from my bowells sprung nay I dare boast Of Millions which to saue this Crowne for Thee And purchase freedome car'd not for to dye So lyke I sweare if lyke were to invade My Crowne their fates in fields of blood should wade Than let not evill Counsell Thee invest Nor trechrous Sicophant thy peace molest For I haue none which burrow of Mee breath But rather far will spend their lives on death Than suffer this myne auncient right to goe To moderne friendship ones my cruell foe And now to saue this Virgin Crowne for Thee There is no ●oe can fright Mee make mee flee From right from field from battell force or fight So long as I haue Lyfe blood Lungs or might Whilst now what Kingdome can their Prince renowne With lyke invinced freedome of a Crowne Looke to my valour Past and thou mayst spy Where diuerse Nations got of Mee supply Fraunce can approue my Manhood I relieu'd Their State from thraldome when it was surgrieu'd Witnesse our mutuall League witnesse their guard And m●ne their naturaliz'd for my reward Like Belgians sweare their strength their stoutest hand And Warriours best are bred within my Land The Almaynes too record what I haue done And what my Souldiers aunciently there wone Looke to my Sister Swethland and behold What birth I send them desp'rate stout and bold For Polland shee 's my Nurse brings vp my Youth Full thritty thousands yearely of a trueth Than loades them with the fatnesse of her Soyle Which I in their due tyme doe still recoyle Than look to Denmark where twelue thousands ly Serving thine Vncle sharpest fortunes try Last step I o're to Ireland and doe see Full Fourty thousand Scots arm'd Men there bee Besides at home one hundreth thousands moe Young stout and strong well arm'd for Thee to goe To challenge Destinie and cruell Fate And all Vsurpers dare menace● my State Then slight mee not Dread Sir since I and Myne Still vow to serue Thee as wee haue done Thyne For by this count and much more thou mayst see What forces great my bounds reserue for Thee The World Mans Theater and commoun Stage Wherein each acts his part in youth or age Can not nor could produce a Manlyer kynd Of Hearts invincible of constant mynd Stout strong and Durable Couragious too Ever still formost where there 's most adoe Than those my Martiall Sonnes whose Hearts now yeeld Their hands their swords to fight for Thee in field Being Buffles in cold Elephants in rayne Camels in hunger Lyons after gaine And now obsequious to thy new-reard Crowne Would lay their goods and liues before Thee downe Then bee thou jocund and redound them thankes In private and in publict by their ranks Thy great Grand-father O! King Iames the fift Was merry stout and wise Henrie vnwift The flower of Princes mirrour of his tyme Made Christendome admire his Manly pryme So Thou his second self by worth succeeds And Nature too to all his vertuous deeds Then let thy chearefull face with joviall rayes Illuminat thy Peoples loue and praise Thus thy late Syre Salomon my King When hee surveighd mee last did comforts bring And joyes abundant to this Albion land Which hee by death did feaze into thy hand So so I come to crowne Thee whilst the Heavens O'reshaddow Thee with Seraph'd Cherubins Whence glorious Angels flee with joyfull wings Of Peace and gladnes from the King of Kings To blesse this sacred work and happy vnion Twixt Prince and People O! thry●e blest communion The Springs Poaeneian flow sweet Demthen Rills Swell from steep Pindus Permessis gushing fills The Sorean-fonted Meeds the forked Tops Dissolue and melt in Heliconean drops From whence the Nymphall nyne take flight and come Crownd with Rose garlands Delphian bayes and some With Laurell Mantles of the Oliue hew To grace this Coronation Sir of You And leaue the ceremoniall rest to bee Done by the Bishop of Sainct-Andrewes Hee Shall blesse Thee anoynt Thee in word in deed Then set my golden Crowne on thy blest Head Whilst thou in Purple Roabes of State shall stand To blesse thy People with thy tongue and hand Which done their Hearts and voices shall cry thus GOD saue and keepe King CHARLES long for vs. O Hellespont now gr●anes to beare the lode Of kynd Leanders loue to Hieroes God Whilst both my Sword and Scepter downe are layd Be●ore thy Face in signe I am a Mayd Which Guerdo-knot none can vnty nor twist Till thou my Phillipides lyke and list Now thou art crownd and since I

SCOTLANDS WELCOME TO HER NATIVE SONNE AND SOVERAIGNE LORD KING CHARLES Wherein is also contained the maner of His Coronation and Convocation of PARLIAMENT The whole Grievances and abuses of the Common-wealth of this Kingdome with diverse other relations never heretofore published Worthy to be by all the Nobles and Gentry perused and to be layd vp in the hearts and chests of the whole Commouns whose interests may best claime it either in meane or maner from which their Priuiledges and fortunes are drawne as from the Loadstar of true direction By WILLIAM LITHGOVV the BONAVENTVRE of EVROPE ASIA and AFRICA De REGE Vaticinium Pace datû terris animum ad civilia vertet Iura suum legesque feret justissimus auctor Exemploque suo mores reget inque futuri Temporis aetatem venturorumque nepotum Prospiciens prolem sanctâ de conjuge natam Ferre simul nomenque suum curasque jubebit Ovid. Met. 15. EDINBVRGH Printed by IOHN WREITTOVN Cum Privilegio TO HIS LOVING PILGRIMAGIOVS POET WILLIAM LITHGOW CAN not thy Travells blaze abroad thy worth Which never yet did SCOT the lyke set forth Nor one in Europe can with Thee compare For thyne adventures excellent and rare But that thou must in adding fame to fame Thy matchles merits in thy Muse proclayme I can not call it Pryde but vertue showne From Thee to vs through this wyde I le well knowne But more an obligation which thou ought Vnto thy natiue Soyle so headlong brought In deep distresses grieuances and losse Whilst sorrow on sorrow addes crosse to crosse Which thou rippst vp vnto the very roote Whence all these evills come and springing sprout Besydes this jouiall welcome to our King Which quicke Invention now to light do'th bring O! rare relations worthy of regard And from thy Prince and Soyle deserve reward But more for what thou sufferd into Spaine For CHRIST and Countrey and thy late Sou'raigne Which if it be not weighd in tyme I ●eare That late repentance shall buy pennance deare Tymes haue their turnes and ev'ry turne a Tyme Men could not shift without some changing Clyme For where neglect claps merit on the face The errour not the object reaps disgrace Then pregnant Pilgrime rest thou yet content Hope still that Tyme shall crowne thy braue intent KINGS haue their mynds and reason just demands For Merit can not fall where judgement stands I. A. Virtus repulsae nescia sordidae Intaminatis fulget honoribus Horat. TO HIS KYND FRIEND AND RENOWNED TRAVELLER WILLIAM LITHGOVV WHILST thyne adventures past and Travells rare In hotest Clymes of vigour-parching Sunne Through Europe Asia Africk thryse thy share O're which brunt face thy scorched Body runne Still clogd with dangers fortunat to shunne Lyf-fatall hazards which attempts procurd From curious drifts and which thy worth begunne To knit thy fame in memory immurd Renownd admyrd applausd for aye assurd To soare on wings of never-dyeing Toyles And in thy paynes thy Countreyes name securd Into the Annales of remotest Soyles But what I now admyre are these thy spoyles Thou bringst from Pindus Tops O rare bred straine And pregnant style which thyne engyne recoyles To show these greefs which SCOTLAND do'th sustayne A worke where Trueth most justly do'th complayne On the abuse and grievance of this Land Which thou breks vp from thy Patheticque veyne To show thy Sou'raigne how her cace doth stand Then Royall Sir but listen to peruse The sweet-sad songs of Lithgows matchles Muse And Thou shalst see what never yet was showne To Scottish Kings since Scotland first was knowne L W. VIRG. Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito THE PROLOGVE TO THE READER WHilst SCOTLANDS Welcome sends its substant show To Mighty CHARLES as bund duetie owe To whom sweet songs and hea●ie plaints it brings Mixt so and framd discovring serious things Yet some blind judgements may condemne my Muse For touching that which they them selues abuse But if it gall their stinking sores long wounded A tush for base despight from such hate grounded Whose guilt may plead and tell their conscience thus Shrewd faults find eyes and Tyme must punish vs Which if one age ago this Land had beene Check'd of such faults might now haue beene fund cleane As for the Critick or the carping Slaue Goe hang himselfe I care not for a knaue Whilst for the Commoun-wealth I stand to plead To show Oppressours tyranny and greed And eu'ry grievous vyce this Land affords Where I affect more matter than coynd words Brayne-wrested straines AEnigmatick stile Or epitomizd Epilogues the while Although I dyving could and soaring fetch My top-wingd flight too high for vulgar reach Whilst I meanewhile haue more paynes to be plaine Than to be curious in the highest strayne For what this worke affoords lyf-burning Taper I had no Bookes to read when pennd but Paper With Ink and Pen my Chamber-garnish bare Warme Bed and Boord none other Book was there But Memory Invention Experience great Whereon my labours build their solid Seat Which if it bee not well done goe and mend it For with the same condition I Thee send it But stop O stay its harder to invent Then adding invention to what 's here meant This Web then see of welcome I it Warp Whiles playne and prolixe sometymes breef and sharp ●●d●ed vnsadled spurring on I goe And neither spares my friend nor hurtes my foe ●ut smoothly twixt two strugling shoares I runne ●lat-sandy Scilla Charibdin rocks to shunne For twixt like two the golden meane may rest Nether too bitter nor too sweet is best Which justly I set downe and purpose lyke Vpon the Annill of the Trueth I stryke And if I erre in one jote I requyre Let mee goe headlong to deaths fatall fyre Say if he come this yeare say he come not Yet tyme shall praise mee for a louing SCOT Which being doubtfull precisely how and when I reddy made this worke form Presse from Pen Yet not to vent my Bookes nor haue them sould Before myne eyes his comming in behould To whome the first I owe to be presented For onely to him onely it s invented Which when it is devulgd I dare expect From the judicious Lector kynd respect Then read misconster not but wysely looke If reason be the Mistrisse of my Booke And if I finger what thou fayne wouldst touch O! thank mee and be pleasd whylst I avouch The commoun sorrowes of this groaning Land Which I lay open to thyne open hand Then ponder and peruse it thou shalst fynd The Sole Idea of thy Countreyes Mynd Thyne as Thou art Myne WILLIAM LITHGOVV Non vita haec ducenda est quae corpore spiritu continetur illa inquam illa vita est quae viget memoriâ saeculorum omnium quam posteritas alit quam ipsa aeternitas semper intuetur SCOTLANDS WELCOME TO HER NATIVE SONNE AND SOVERAIGNE LORD KING CHARLES WHat dark-drawne shads haue my sad face ore ●●pred Since Iames the just my peacefull King