A GARDEN OF GRAVE AND GODLIE FLOVVRES SONETS ELEGIES AND EPITAPHS Planted polished and perfected By Mr. ALEXANDER GARDYNE Et sacer magnus Vatum labor EDINBVRGH Printed by THOMAS FINLASON 1609. With Licence TO THE MOST NOBLE LORDS OF HIS MOST EXCELLENT MAJEstie his most honorable Privie Councel and Colledge of Iustice. MOst powerfull Peers cheef Pillers of th' Empire Strong Pedestals whereon the State does stay Ministring Mercur's to the Sacrat Syre Our Joue Great JAMES and our Agustus ay Those lurid sad and those Thanatik Theams I consecrat to your most Noble Nam 's Your Lo. Most humble Orator M. Alex. Gardyne TO THE TRVELIE RELIGIOVS RIGHT HONORABLE AND VERIE LEARNED ALEXANDER GORDON of Clunie S. LOoke for no liuely lyn's that may allure Or verse of worth that will provok to view They want all pow'r Poetick to procure And frame a louely liking vnto Yow My minor Muse no neu'r a draught she drew From Helicon or Aganippe well Bot ever still a lower flight she flew Nor Pindus hight where Delius does dwell No such a friendlie fortune Her befell For to be plunged in Parnassus springs Or see the Sisters in their Sacrat Cell VVhence Poets all their braue inventions brings Bot she her grouth got in Garden whair Nor Pallas nor Apollo doeth Repair 2. THat gallant Greeke cognominate the Grand Who sometime All the Mundane Monarchie By Martiall might did conquesse and command Voutchafed with a louelie looking eie Al 's well to view and with desire did see An halting Vulcan as an Venus fair His Royall Father Philip likwise Hee To take tho a Potentat did not spair A Grace J grant in such a Roy bot rair And from a Pesant in a publict place A Globe of Graips and what I mark was mair He tooke them friendlie but a frowning face Swa if this small Sir you shall accept also You shall make vp a ternarie of two 3. THe Perseans keept a custome with their King To giue him gifts mean or magnificent Amongs those One did for Oblation bring A water Coup and did his Prince present He gratious Lord as it had excellent And Royall bene respected the Propine As if there had bene from some SengÈeour sent A Jemme or Jewell of the Iles of Inde Remarking much the meaning and the minde Affected well he in that fellow fand More nor the worth the qualitie and kinde Of that he held into his Hienes hand Then Gratious more proue nor the Persian Kings That made so much of light and little things 4 Bot Sir if to my will or to your Worth My worthles verse they war equivalent J should not feare to send them freely forth To byd the Braish of each Arbitriment Yet if my trauels taine can but content And moue thy minde my labors to Allow My paines Jmploid are profitably spent Jf that they bot doe help to honour you Bot had I borne the Bayes aboue my Brow Or beene circunded with the Laurell greene I should more largely notefie it now How much t' augment thy Greatnes J am ge'ine And make the world and this Se-circled I le Amazd t' admire Thee in moir stately style Aberden the 25. of August 1609. Your Hon. bounden and deuoted Mr. Alex. Gardyne TO THE DISCRET READER I Publish nought nor put I to the Presse Thir Poesies to purchase me an praise Nor is my drift nor my deuise to dresse Elabrat lines vpon Respects to raise And mount my Muse vpon the front of Fame To get me Gaine or t'eternize my Name Nor doe I on self-confidence or skill For price or place presumptuously aspyre My meaning much you doe mistake my will Is to get done my Distitch lasts desire Slip all the Smooth sleik what you see vnfound Help whair they halt Abreage when they abound Thine if you merit Alex. Gardyne CERTAINE ENCOMIASTICK POEsies to the Author I Seeme like Cynthia while thou shines I sweare I am mistun'd whairas Thou sweetely sings And barren too whair Thou begins to beare Whose Rustick Muse bot Bastard brats forth brings Yet what I can I le doe it in thy sight Wart but to len a luster to thy light I will not prease to pratle of thy praise Thy worke bears witnesse of thy wondrous worth Bot while I liue and when I end my daies J must intreat thy fauour this farre forth About thy Garden place me neere hand by That J may smell thy floures whair eu'r J lye So shall I rest contented Jn thy fauor Grac'd while J grow In such a glorious Ground Whair Vertue Wit and worth so sweetly fauour Whair Eloquence and Art so much Abound Whair I shall proue part of thy sweet Reposes Surpassing sugred Myrrh and musced Roses Anonimos AS Beautie still desires to be in sight Of saddest Sable and mishapen Statures The more to grace thair admirable light By the default of such deformed Creatures As Cynthya be day can giue no glance While bright Apolo showes his Radiance So gratious Gardyne wonder of thy Age Thou gains a world of praise for euerie verse Thy Countries honour thus thou does agraige All Nations thy Jnuentions sall rehearse Poore pettie Poems now your heads goe hide While greater light here stains your glistring pride Ane light that showes be shining euery whair What Lamps are lost in British learned brains For lack of Patrons to maintain the rair And royall spirits that the Earth retaines Liue Gardine then and loue thy Patron best I le praise you both and pray for all the rest P. G. With Pyrameids of Poliz'd Pophir proud Great Princes Toumbs are beautified we see And with the gold of Ophyr fortunes Good Their palaces stand poynting at the skie Thus while they liue their glorie they maintaine Thus while they die they make it liue againe Yet all that life is bot a liuing Death And all this death a dying life and All Their Trains and honours that attend their breath Are but Rich marks ye more to frame their fall And after life that painted honours stone With flying Time consumed is and done Liue than that life come not unto decay And if it come yet that it shall nought die Into this Garden gather vp thou may How still thy Name may still eternall be For be those fruites of Alexanders lore Thou dies in Vertue for to liue in Gloir Mr. W. Bar. SONET TWo sorts of men be bound to loue thy lyns Two sorts therefore aught to proclame thy Praise Thir sev'rall sorts them selues shows and defines The Dead and al 's the Living in their daies The Dead they should ascent to thy Assayes Since by thy Lines Resussitat and sure Their Fame revived and immortall stayes And by thy Deed eternall shall indure The Living too vnlesse they thee injure Into whose praise thy Poesies thou pend Should in Thy Cause at Criticks hands procure And spair no pains thy Fame for to defend Wherefore I judge and justlie all ingins Aliue and Dead be bouud to loue thy lines GReene
Garden great and gallant is thy glore And happie thou that such a troup contains A comelie Court a rich and stable store Hem'd here within thy heavenlie hedge remains Great Delius dishanting Parnass vses And with him all these Maids admir'd the Muses That tripill Tryn haue here transferd their seat And here Apollo hes his Palion pitcht Whereby no Wene Invention nor conceat Is not thy Muse attempted not nor toucht Wherefore J think condinglie thou may clame One leafe out of the Lawrell Diademe Since in thy Breast boyls those inspiring springs From whence does flow that liuelie liquor sweet Wherein Thou baths thy Virgin Muses wings And at thy pleasure in those fonts does fleet From whence thy Muse exceeding store extracts That through the Mundan Map thee famous maks W. T. IN Good or Bad the worke bewrays the Man And by the frute we clearlie know the Tree How cunning and how great a Gardner than Declares thy gallant Garden thee to bee For therein thou maks blind and sensles see Thy worthie worke vnto my selfe a sight That stupefacts my sense delud's my eie And yet it lens vnto my life a light For while with Reason I doe reckon Right And see such store doe from one stock Proceed Frutes fresh and fair diverslie drest and dight Yet discrepant in sapor shape and seed I must say then thou by a thousand wayes Thy practise and Poetick powre displayes Mr. I. Lesl. WHose pleasure is into his Paradise And Adam like his Eden hath advisd Relent thy course by Gardens graue advise Whose Muse divine this sweetest Subject chusd Inspir'd hereby he hes profoundly infufd Rare Recipies thy Soule for to renew Read with remorse and rightlie if thou vse Thou shall rejoce that in our Ground there grew A Garden whence springs Cedars to subdew Soule-killing soars resulting from thy sin Then wandring worldling hold this in thy view Lest if thou stray thou enter not therein This Gardens-flowrs had Alexander seene His heart had not halfe so ambitious beene Alex. Ste. VPON HIS MAJESTIES Armes quartered LORD be thy boundles bountie from aboue The British Great long tripartited Throne Vnited now in pleasure peace and loue To thee and thine Great Iames shal Al-be-on Distractions greefs and grudges all are gone Competitors that preast thy Crowns to clame Hes ceas'd their sutes and leau 's to thee Alone The Irish French and th' English Diademe Out of all doubt impertinent to them And be all Laws belonging vnto thee As lo my sacred Soveraigne supreme Behold here with thy Royall eies and see The Leopards and Flowres of France they bring The Harpe to sport their Lord thee Lyon King TO HISSACRED MAIESTIE PROCLAMED KING OF Great Britane MOst magnanime and high imperiall Prince Whom IOVA just vndoubtedlie ordains In peace be A fore-pointed providence Of Al-be-on all to rule the royall rains The bloodie broyls where but th'vngodlie gains Great Iove sweete Time and sacred Soverain you Haue broght to end and everie strength constrains Before your feete debased like to bow The threatning storms of bold Bellonas brow To pleasant peace long intertain'd shall turne As may be noted evidentlie now Whill all your bounds with blasing bon-fires burne Amidst this mirth and those triumphiug things Giue GOD the glore the Creator of Kings CONGRATVLATION FOR HIS MAIESTIES DELIVERIE FROM THE SVLPHVRIOVS Treason in the Parliament house Sonet 1. LIft vp your hearts and hands vnto the Lord Applaud giue praise and with the Psalmist sing Vnto his Maiestie Misericord For saif conserving of thee Soveraigne King Giue glore to God and thank him for this thing Laud we the Lord with heavenlie hyms on hie That by that bloodie boutchrie did him bring Devisd for him with secret subtiltie Extend the Truth tell this eternallie With mirrie minds conjunctlie all rejoes IEHOVA just Almightie magnifie That fred him from the furie of his foes Triumph and sing for this deliverance sweet Praise to the Father Sonne and holie Sprit Sonet 2. IT is not flamm's of artificiall fir's That thou the Lord craves for a recompence Nor is it pompe ostentiue thou requjr's For wondrous preservation of the Prince It is not Mundane vane magnificence Nor sliding show's that momentarie bee Bot it is zeale thanks and obedience With gladnesse of the minde to glorifie Thee thee the Lord that hes so lovinglie Even from a fore-decrited death out-drawen Thy servant that sinceirlie serveth Thee To cause on him thy loue and care be knawne A paill of pray'r not artificiall fir's The Lord for this deliverance desir's TO THE CITTIE OF ABERDEN at the death of that excellent D. DAVID Bishop of Aberd. THe Prince of preaching Pastors in thir parts Thy Archidoctor dearest and divine The light of learning in the liberall Arts Thy senior sage in everie Science sine Thy faithful Father and informer fine Thy dearest Dauid in the Lord is lost Thy Cypr'an Ambrose and thy Augustine The Earth for Heaven thy Cunninghame hes cost Whill as Religion with her lowd laments For his departure powreth out her plaints To Church and King what detriment and skaith The breaths-abridging Burrio does bring Here in this death is eminent to baith For lo the Church a Columne and the King A Consull graue inlaiks in everie thing The people a Platter of their publict pace Ane Symboll sure and an assured signe Of some approching perrell to the place Where he was wont divinlie to indite The misteries of holie sacred write THE OPINION OF THE worldlie estate of the honorable and learned Mr Walter Steward Principall of the Kings Colledge of Aberdon at his death LIfe Lordships friends all ease and earthlie glore Pomp Pleasure Pride Renown worldly wealth Sprit manhood strength estate and treasures store Blood beutie clan and honour here but health Like dying lamps into the longest night Are false deluding dainties but delight Preheminence soveranitie and place Great dignities and transitorious joyes Promotions high discents from royall race Time turnes to nought Death alters and destroyes As water-bell's with little blasts are blowen So with lesse breaths they are againe ou'r-throwen Wit learning skill sweet Eloquence and vene Jn faculties intelligence profound Soliditie and quicknes of the braine And in all Earthlie blessings to abound Are alway vaine and foolishnes in fine Without that Wisdome heavenlie and divine Men are not made for ever permanent In Mein nor Monarches is no steadfast strength Men are no more here bot a trau'ling tent And they shall leaue this lingring life at length Remoue and wend out of this vaill their wayes For they the part of posting Pilgrims playes What they in their Inventiue braine have bred Be means of their imagination vaine And with expence perfectlie haue exped By ill governing is disgrac'd againe And that which Fame and Fortune hiest bure Oft lies full lowe inglorious and obscure Why do we then in fragill flesh confide And boldlie buildes our aspirance and trust Since nothing breaths that here is
place succead And occupie the place when thou Art dispossesd or dead Or lastlie those now thy Possessions present shall Be call'd perteining to such one Whose scarcelie none can tell And why because this life Is like a walking way Wherein one passinger expels By course an other way Bot loe a little looke More hie to hier things And mark the mutabilities Of Monarchies and Kings How many everie age We see aims points aspires And covets Crowns Swords Scepturs Thrones Great Kingdomes and Empyres And when oft-times they haue With troubles travels toyle De-population of the land Impietie and spoyle And oft-times too with death Of innocents obtaind All their ambitious bold desires The' are forc'd and constraind And to giue place compeld Not obstant their Estates To their Successours or them selfs Be satled in their seats This day one rules or raignes To morrow he is dead Yet others shortlie shall ascend And in his seat succeid Departed buried dead And to the graue once gone Fairwel th' are well away soone shall Be re-possest their throne Like Maskars on a stage They passe their time and play Some sittes salutes ascends descends They come and goe away Consider this we should That man his life is bot A journey or seducing way And time that taries not Bot speciallie to those Most doubtles dangerous That they be here but Passingers Which be oblivious And who too much does stand Vpon occurrent things The which occasion represents And oft for obiect brings For know the night will come And quickly it will come When many shall be fast asleepe Whairof there shall be some Whose negligence and slouth Shal be a bar to them To beare them back from the most holy hie Ierusalem Whairby they shall become A fearefull sorie sight An pray vnto th' infernall Wolfes That wander be the night To his Maiesties great Commissioner G. E. Marshall Lo. K. and Altrie GReat Fabius far famous for his facts Be long delaies he did restore the state Nought greatest hast the gravest Actions acts Nor are they lost altho a-doing late So generous and Thou most worthie Than Walk with that wise and Inclite Fabian Alex. Rupeo Suo S. KJnd Cunning Crag I can nought bot commend Thy wondrous wit thy Judgement thy Ingyne For thy attempts brought to so braue an end Bewrayes thee for none wordly bot divine And if thou list from Men to lead thy Line Or brwik that they thy first for-Beares ware Then'cording too this Judgement meane of mine Thee to no Craig nor Petra I compare Bot I avow proclame and does declare Thee th' only he that sol'deserues the same That learned old the great Petrarchas heare He was the Craig of whom thou sandie came For with thy works that worthie thou reuiu's And by thy lines his Ladie Laura liues Vpon thee honourable gentleman Iohn Da. and Iohn Sibalds of Kair LOoke here below into this Iudge whair lies Dead in the Lord the father sonne and Oyo By name and Nature SIB-BALD both and wise Honest discret and sotiall also Whose spreits aboue in mouths of men Remaines Their fame their flesh this Terren Tombe contains To the Ghost of the most noble Ladie Lad e Elizabeth Gordon Countesse of Dunbar IF Vertue wit and if discretion doe With pietie expostulat a praise If th' outward shape may be collauded to Than thou adorn'd with those into thy daies Must nocht Madam expect nor looke for lesse Nor all that Art or Poesie can expresse Thought all that Art or Poesie can expresse About thy pale imprinted war and pend Yet should thy praise great Ladie I confesse Permit no point no period nor end Bot be a solemne subiect to be sung In th'after age with each Poetick Tongue Of changing Fortune and her effects into This age HE first that did a Fortune faine to be And but her eyes vpon a Rolling Round Shuip her to sit in my opinion He May passe for an both famous and Profound For lo as shee vnsatled seemes to sit So flowing ay all her affaires does flitt Behold each day and see a sundrie change The Proud deprest and simple Spreits ptomou'd The skilfull scornd and what is yet more strange The Foole preferd and loiterers belou'd And all things known come of contrarious kinde Turnd topsie turvie be this fortune blinde TO THE MOST ACCO-MPLISHED and most noble Earle George Earle of Anzie L. G. c. GReat gallant Youth thy Bogie-valley wailes And louingly laments thy absence long Thy Bogie bursts and as inragd she railes And waries all the world for this wrong Mourning shee moues the Montanes all among And as she slides shee soughs she shoutes and sings With weeping voice a sad and sorie song VVailing thy want her watrie eies shee wrings While spaits of Tears that from those fontains springs The Valies low like furious floods o're flowes And all her banks in their disdaine down dings And with a thought like thunder all ore throwes Yet noble Lord haist home and you shall see Both Bog and Bogie-waill be blyth of Thee EPITAPH VPON THE HONORABLE young Gentleman of singular expectation preuented by death Walter Vrquart apeir of Cragstoun COnvert Èour eyes vnto this Voult and view This Sepulture or this spelunck espie Whair woe is me Wit worth and valour true Apollos freind and Pallas loue does lie Of such deserts while both those Gods disdaine That such a man mongst mortals should remaine TO THE MOST HONOVRED LAdie The Ladie Clunie WHen I revolue or reckens or recounts All fauours fond from my affected frends Aboue those all so high Thy merits mounts That my conceit them scarsely comprehends So boundles be thy benefits but ends While J ashame for surely I must say If nought my Muse were mindefull of a mends For very woe I vanish would away Bot since jn part Shee preeses to repay And gladly yeelds her indeauours as yours Then I protest I repotest and pray That these the labours of her idle hours In part for payment of my depts receaue And hope at least good Lady for the leaue Deus vnita protegat Sceptra Mag. Brit. THose Crownes conjoind and now vnited Lord Into thy mercie with thy power protege And keepe thou them at quiet and accord Each with their old and princely priuiledge And let no Wrong nor no attempt betide Those royall Realmes vnited to deuide What greater joy nor see two Kingdomes knit Togither-chain'd and locked into Loue And for two Kings to see on Caesar sit And both with Maiestie and Mercie moue Two royall Scepters with one happie hand And or'e two Countries quietly command No greater Grace nor richer blessing be Imparted to no Prince his Subjects then Thou louing Lord of thy benignitie Bestowes on Britans Scots and Englishmen For O we haue from heauen a happie Head And from the same a Sonne for to succead FJNIS ¶ To such as shall peruse this Booke POETRIE is so euery way made the Harauld of wantonnesse as there is not now any thing too vncleane for lasciuious rime which among some in whose hearts God hath wrought better things hath bin the cause why so generall an imputation is laid vpon this ancient and industrious Arte. And I to cleere as I might verse from the soyle of this vnworthinesse haue herein at least proued that it may deliuer good matter with fit harmonie of words though I haue erred in the latter The way to Doe well is not so doubtfull as not to be sought neither so darke but it may bee found I confesse I haue touching my perticular beene long carried with the doubts of folly youth and opinion and as long miscaried in the darknesse of vnhappinesse both in mention and action This was not the path that led to a contented rest or a respected name In regarde whereof I haue heere set forth the witnesse that may testifie what I desire to bee Not that many should know it but that many should take comfort by it And kind Reader this is my request that faults in Printing may be charitably corrected that the sence of the matter may be wisely and herein truely construed and so shall yee both approue your owne Iudgements and right the Authour in his hopes Farewell ⸫ ⸪ ⸫ ⸪ ⸪ ⸫ ⸪ ⸫ ⸪ ⸫ ⸫ ⸪ ⸫ ⸫
borne to bide Of Nothing all all vnto Nothing must Revert and turne Death will in end devore And flesh transchange to filth as a before Disdaine those base and lowest earthlie things Flie through the skies vnto his burning throne Whose blessed sight to the beholders brings Be meere affection and his loue alone Those sacred holie benefits and blest Peace wealth and ease content and quiet rest Abandon then those all alluring baits Which to the Soule frams ruine and decay Be not infected with those frivole fraits That are in heavenlie happines a stay So in the earth your Names shall be renownd And in the heavens with Christ coheird crownd Non est mortale quod opto NOt mortal no nor earthlie is my aime Nor point's it to great Powers or empir's To Favours fraill nor to officious Fame Nor is it sworn to sensuall desires Nor wold I wish what worldlings covet most Glore got with ease and with lesse labor lost No tracking trash nor transitorious things Not Mammons muck that Mundans most on muse Impeds my Sprit which still aspiring springs That onely and Eternal good to chuse Which Spirits bad nor Angels blest aboue Not in a point can alter change or moue No bot it is that pure impassiue Spirit That ere all time was shall and onely is Good just and wise immortall infinit God all in all all onely is my wishe For in the same excessiuelie I shall Haue infinit and what I wold haue all VPON THE HONORABLE the Laird of Tolquhon ATtend come view behold here shall you see Into this graue as in a stealed glasse The suddaine change of men that mortall bee Now men now metamorphos'd in a masse Now paill and wan that even now vitall was Now braue now blyth now bodie but a breath Now flesh and blood now are we dust and asse Now like to liue now subject vnto death Now firie is now frosen hard our faith Now faithfull friends now false and fained foes Now patient now angrie full of wraith Now filthie weid now fragrant like the rose Now pampred vp like painted pots are wee And drosse againe in twinkling of an eie 2. REligion laiks out of this land a lampe Thou Publict-well weep for thy member may Thou Vertue wants the Captaine of thy camp Thou Countrey him that did thee honour ay You Poore haue lost that seldome said you nay You Friends your best and onely permanent Vnto you sex the damnage done this day What pithie pen in paper can imprent Truth Vertue Friends Well Countrey Poore lament His death to you that deutie did discharge And wroght with wit and wisdome to invent But others losse your limits to inlarge Then sex in one come honour now his death A liue who to dishonour you was leath To the Countrey where he lyes OF Buchan ground thou hes in graue thy glore And of thy Lairds the light within thee lyes Thou keeps his corps that best could thee decore And was be vote amongs the wisest wyse Thou does depresse that causd thee to arise And made thy Fame in everie Firth to flee His Trophee then Eternall maks thee twise First that thou bred one worthie such as hee Next that his bones should in thee buried bee And though thou Earth his earthlie joints enjoy Devised made and destinate to die Yet doubtles death dow never his deeds destroy For thought ye both do your deuour in this Fame and Remembrance shall amend your mis. Prosop to his liuing friends CEase mortall men for me mourne ye no more You griue your God and craibs him but a cause Ye follow fast though that I go before Death for thee last be course each of you knowes The daily dead you sure example showes You weep in vaine your mourning Me dismaies Ye get no wrong God sheares bot where he sow's Your childish plaints your weaknes lo bewrais Think after Death what state stil for you staies Pray with S. Paul for dissolution syne Think not by Death the better part decaies Bot think that death men worldlie maks divine The Scripture says we shall dissolue not die Then wait the houre and mourne no more for mee Vpon his deare friend Mr. A. M. GIflosse of friends if damnage great or skaith May moue to mourne to waill or to lament The first I think the greatest of them baith Yneugh for me and a fit argument Too much for those not toucht with such intent For friendes or Fortune once to mone or moue To all I say this is sufficient Agreing to all harmed Mens behoue Prick with the spur and force of onfold loue To such a one as by a just desert Sould longer liu'd bot weerds I you reproue And curst be thou death with thy dreadfull dart That in the spring and prime time of his yeere Hath from his being brought him to his Beere Vpon the verteous and worthie Virgin Helen Chein INjurious Death thy rage is but regarde No reason reuls where once thou gets a rest With reprobats the right reap's like rewarde The godles good the mein and mightiest Thy dart to dust does reddie bring the best And ay thou wretch the worthiest invyes As on this Maid thou hes made manifest That here interd into this Temple lyes The wisest wight that Nature could devise Whose Fame thy force and furie shall confound When from each pen her praise proceid thou spies Then Death all shall to thy disgrace redound And where she rests shall be inrold thy rage For marring her in morning of her age Vpon the honorable the Laird of Corss THe glorious Gods ô seldome wonder strange Drest in their dule convoied all with cair Wrath for thy wrack all willing to revenge Thy wrong down from the watrie voulted Air Hes left the Heavens their habitations thair Thy dolent death to quite it if they can The thundring Ioue to magnifie thee mair Hes vou'd to venge vpon the Sprit's that span Thy threid so thin the mightie Mars say's than The spoyls of death shall grace the graue aboue In spight of death in witnes that thou wan Of all the Gods the favour grace and loue Apollo last laments thee with the laue And vow's t'ingraph thy glore aboue thy graue Vpon the honorable I. Irv. of Pet. LIke as the Date or silver plumed Palme That planted is vpon an open plaine But helpe of hedge to keep it close and calme From v'olent winds and from the rapping raine Does vpright rise and levell like a rash And blooming bears her frute and floorish fresh So he that back as to his mothers womb This quiet Caverne and this silent Cell Returned is into this terrene tombe Against those foes the World the Devill and Hell He stoutlie stroue throgh force of faith strength And Iacob-like here Victor-lyes at lenth DIALOG VPON THE DEATH OF P. F. Baillie of Aberden CIVES STay stranger thou that so preceislie spyes With earnest eies and on those Graues does gaze Look here below where thou
Friends wealth vanishing vaine Make Christ with me your God your goods your gain A strong Opiniator FOr Fortunes favour or her fead I nether eik nor pairs my trynde Though misreport of me be made I nether vex nor moue my minde For who to misreport pretend Dismakes their malice in the end I pance not on no present things Nor covets those that are to come I sturt not for Cupido's stings Nor am I driven to doe as some For privat pleasure to prescriue The day of death or terme of liue I fash me not with Court effairs I sute not for a seat supreame I am not cloy'd with Countrey cares Nor hunt I for renoune of Name For I finde sooth that wise men sayes Fame conquest soone al 's soone decayes To gather geare is good I grant Bot godlie nought therein to glore Then some-time haue and some-time want I for my selfe I wolde no more It surfets oft and seemeth sore To want or to be still in store With faithfull Friends I doe not fash No ended bargane back I bring I waist me not in vaine to wash The woeb J wait that wil not wring For folie is to enterprise That not into my power lies J doe not hate no others hap And am content here with my owne I striue not to mount vp a stap To be two grees againe down-throwne Bot I employ me in that place Where glore I gaine not nor disgrace Th'vnpleasant Proud I plaine dispise From Fooles J flee as from my foes I loue and honour ay the wise And still I doe mislike of those As Sancts that bears a Sanct-like shoe And yet in deed are no wayes so For doubtsome changes that may chance I nether glade nor yet I grieue For hope of things that may advance I nether like to die nor liue For worldlie thing is not can One liue once make an happie man For swelling rage of sorrowes showr's As vnassaulted sure I sitt And for vnconstant stormie showr's As fixed fast I'fotch no futt So as a Bulwark on the strand Rebeatting Fortunes bloes I stand For cumming storm 's I doe forecast Of greatest ill 's J choose the best J set no saill I hew no mast No vehement I know can lest And as no Pilat vnexpert I view the Compas and the Cart. For instant greefe for gladnesse gone Beleiue J nether heat nor coole At all events I still am one For ought J nether joy nor doole So both in peace and in debate J still remaine in one estate Vpon the death of the honorable Ladie D. H. B. L. Essel The defunct La. to her living friends YOu yet that brukes this breath By birth who euer you bee Discend duwn deeplie in your selfe Consider search and see From whence thou came when how And whither thou must go What strength thou hes what stuf thou art Learne carelesse man and kno Thou art but momentare And not immortall made Your flesh thogh fair it fragill is Aud like a flowre shall fade What is thy Idol wealth What is estate or strength And what be these thy pleasures all which thou shall leaue at length They are like shooting starres That make a shining shoe Or like to these straight running streams That but regresse doe goe All flesh is grasse and grasse Be course it does decay So shall the glorie of the flesh Evainish 〈◊〉 once away Th' vnhappie Heire of Sin The Sonne of yre forlorne And giltie banisht from thy blisse By Nature thou art borne O then whence springs thy Pride Conceau'd in Sin since Èe Be borne in bail in labour liues And out of doubt must die Vane is the trust in men Thar glorie vaine and than Amongs all vanities most vaine The vainest Vaine is Man When passing pleasures off This posting life most please Èit they they passe and fade they flie And perish does all these To vermine Èe convert From worms to dust Èe doe Dissolue and all your pompe departs To Earth and ashes too Bot O vaine glorious worme In pleasure pride and pompe That liues thy life looke here below To me a liueles lompe Wha while I plaid my part On the vnstable stage And in this wofull wordly vaile Past o're my pilgrimage My Nature fram'd me faire My Fortune gaue me welth And many daies my gratious God With honour gaue me health Preferment Pleasure wit Contentment and delight Thou wretched world saw me possesse With solace in thy sight Yet honour beautie birth Riches renowne and rent Nor kingdomes can releiue the life When here hir space is spent For Prince nor Peasant poore The Libertine and slaue The Monarch and the Miser meine Shall all goe to the Graue Wit wordly nor vaine welth Nobilitie nor blood T'exeme the one day from thy death Shall doubtles doe no good Th' ambitious hautie head What helps his honour him VVhen dreidful death that ghostly Groome Leane Meagre Pale and grimme Feirce and inflexible To peirce him shall appeare Shall lordships then prolong his life Or honour hold him heir No not one houre although He did possesse all that Great Caesar Cyrus Salomon VVith all their glory gat I nane and futill was And like a floure fast fled The pleasures all that they possest And honours which they had A Sar'cine Salaedine Once Emp'rour of the East VVhen death did him attach and with That rigrous rod arrest Through Askalon sometime In Palestine a Towne That proud and pagane Potentat Cause carrie vp and downe Vpon his launce his linning shirt And thus causd crie no moir Hes now deid Saladine of all His treasures wealth and stoir All pleasure so shall passe Gold treasure is but trash And as the Sunne dissolues the snow So wealth away does wash And what while we are here Seemes to the sense most sweet Or best does please it is nought but Vexation of the spreit This world then it is nought That onely worthy wairs That suld the Christian Conscience cloy Nor too much clag with cares No no that is it nought Since euery thing and all That earthly is shall haue an end And is but temporall Wee ll since this world within We no thing firme can finde And what this life most large does len Shall all be left behind Goods children kin and frends And which more deare we loue Our life we leaue their 's no remeid But from this Monde remoue Here honour keepes no hold Nor does delights indure Èone heaueÌ„ this Earth the Aer that Sea From shifting are not sure Nor no thing on the Earth That helps to humane vse From alteration quite exempe Did th' All-Diuine produce For man beast fish and foule Plant metall stones and Trees Once widders wracks once rots or rusts Decayes departs or dies Than thou art madde O man Into those toyes to trust That temp'rall are Èea transitore And nought but drosse and dust Herefore what is but dust And what thou deems most deere This grassie glore forget and think On Heaven
Man of mold conuerted into clay Whose Truth and whose jntegritie to tell Leaue vnto Me the restles ringing Bell Time Death nor Age shal in Obliuion bring Nor from my Troumpe his passing praise expell Altho that death or'threw the earthly Thing The heauenly half is hence to heauen againe Which both by me remembred shall remaine VPON THAT HONORABLE AND worthie Gent. M. Patrik Cheyn of Rainstone WHat both thy worth what thou was to wriet What hapines and honour here thou had What prouidence and prudencie of spreit And what a life beloued thou hes led Needs not be pens of Poets be exprest That of it selfe is so made manifest Thy loue to freinds and to thy countrie wee l Who could not know thy constancie and Cair Vnto this Citie syne and Common-weell Of all an most affected euermair Deseruing weell of both thou was I wait Since for thy graue their greife is now so great An Ieme an Iewell and a chosen Cheyne A Cheane both be thy Nature and thy Name Vnto this Burgh thou euermair hes beene But death alace soone sundered the same Aud from all common cummers hes conuoi'd Thee thee to heauen in whom we iustly ioi'd THE CONTENTS AND SVMME of the Authors his Christian Knight Translated PErmit and let thy louing lookes alight And with wel-willing eies vouchsafe to view The young vnwise aud wilfull wandring Knight Drest in apparell and an habit new Which in a ground and barren Garden grew Almost vnworthy to be worne and Èit The Portrat right the Type the Figure true And very viue Anatomie of wit To monstrate these the Misses we commit And make them all be sensible and seene Yea th' image and the Idea is it That represents most Efauld to the eyne The nat'rall man imprudent and prophane Be grace of God regenerate againe 2 OF Sathans snares that souls incites to sin Here is detected the vndoubted Truth And all that may inveit to vice whairin Oft falls th'vndanted and rebellious youth Here are the sinns deciphered of slouth Of Misbeleefe of Malice and Envie And heir of sinne also to drench the drouth The Well diuine and spring of verrue spie Heir is the Touch where thou may truly trie If thou hes fully faithfull beene befoir And here are perfect plasteres to apply To salue the soule and to heale sound her soare And here as in a mirrour markthou may To life or death the right or radie way At the death of the right honourable Sir J. Wisehart of Pettarro Kn. THe world it is a Theater and Men The Actors are vpon this statelie stage Whereof some yong some midlings now and then Some in the verie Euening of their age Presents themselfs preparde to play their page Yet in a moment suddenlie and soone As poasting Palmers poast a Pilgrimage They dryving o'r we dow decerne haue doone And glyds into the Graue the Den of Death That each one for his place retering hath Yet Death nor this the Graue vnto the good Nor should affright no nor dismay them must Albeit the boulke the marrow bons and blood They reconvert in Ashes Earth and Dust. For Iesus Christ th'Omnipotent and just From both he struke the sting and stayd that strife To all that in his mercies truelie trust And plainlie made them Ledders vnto life Whereby to Heaven that glorious Scene t' ascend Triumphand Actors ever more but end Men should not then too much bot measure mourne Nor for their Friends impatientlie deplore Who as they take long ere their Time returne And goe to graue their hours prefix'd before Wherein they doe their Maker moue the more Whill thus at his appointments they repine And with their groning derogats his glore Which in his great Synedrione divine H'apoints that all that ever breathd and bee Should ere they liue taste the first death and d ee Death is the Port of Peace Restrent from strife Place of Repose Conclaue of all Content The gate to Glore the Line that leeds to Life The way of flesh that worldlings ever went It was the battering Bombard Iesus bent To break and brvse the Serpent and our Sin Jt was the Ramme that Heauens-strong Ramperds rent To make Men mount and easilie enter in In Sion sure saif sanctified for Them The heavenlie holie new Ierusalem To his verie louing friend Mr. T. M. A Mortall man Immortalized now This earthlie Vrne this compond caskat keeps Call'd from the Cairs that crosse and cumber you Content in Christ here sound and softlie sleeps Flesh blood and bones the slouchs and truelie typ's Of the restrained and imprisond sperit Wherein oprest as from a Pit it peeps Jmmast are now in mold a Mantion meet Preordaind for the verie best albeit They by their birth be of Basilik blood For Death that all devours thus does decreit All flesh shall to the creeping frie be food And men howsoev'r in pleasurs Seas they suom Once shall confind be in a terrene Tomb. TO A COVRAGIOVS YOVNG MAN William Keith who for his Countries honour slew an Englishman and suffered for the same WOld not the Ghost of that great Greek be glade That paind so much to pen a Pagans praise Jf he the happines or honor had To be a liue now dead into thir daies To make his tongue a trump t'impen and blase Through all the Anguls of the Vniverse Into most loftie and most learned layes And in more then his wonted wondrous verse To cause couragious Keyth thy praise to perse Al 's well the Spheirs as that lowe place of paine And in thy honor here vpon thy Herse To leaue thir lyn's for ever to remaine Here lyes a youth who for his Countreys cause A Saxon slew sine suffred be the Laws 2. TO silence time thy praise shall never put Nor once Envy thy ventrous worth shall wrong No though the graue vpon thy gore doe glut Whill man is man thy laud shall liue so long Thy fact to Fame sure shall become a song And valiant Will'am thou shall ever more Be memoriz'd and mentioned among Those Gallants that haue gaind and gotten glore Thy famous friends for fensing a-before Their Natiue Soyle from ferce and faithles foes As Cronicles their kinde for to decore And Kamus Crosse their vpset Trophies choes So with thy Friends thy Fame shall flee stout Keith Altho thou boght it dearlie with thy deith 3. WHat was his kindnes and his courage keene Belgick thy broyls a Record best can bair Where he broght vp neere from his Birth hes beene Nought bot to make his martiall minde grow mair Wherefore thou justlie should erect and rear To Mars his Man a martiall Monument Since that he as a sojour serving thair Into thy querrell willing and content His Blood oft-tims in thy employments spent And this more too to grace and do thee good Vpon thy foes thy praises he did prent In Crimson Red and Characters of blood To honor him then thou hes mater much And of our Soyle
full many thousands such To the Cittie Aberden at the death of Jho Fo. Ba. FAir Virgin Mother Widow-like lament Thy Martiall Son and Lamb-like lover lost Peirs everie ear and place with thy complent Whill they admire that are remotest most Apend thy plaints to everie Pole and post Chalcographiz'd with Charecters of wo And let thy grief 's vpon thy Goun b'ingrost That everie eie may see thy sorrow so O silent sad and greiued may thou goe Since to thy wracks this wrack is ioyn'd the worst For dreadfull Death hes by one bitter blo One of thy firmest forts vnfreindly forst And maind the of an of thy members strong That boore thy burden louingly and long To the defunct his spouse DEere fruitefull vine alone to languish left Let not thy clusters through thy care decay Though raging Death hes by all reason reft And out of time hes hint thy heid away Take thou on Thee to be the staffe and stay And beare thair birth and all the load alone That both aliue in loue togidder ay You to this houre haue gladly vndergone Through mourning much and out of measure moue No not thy selfe nor put in perill those To whom thou must be All and th' only one Except the Lord to place in the repose Wherefore praise God and take in patience this Thy husbands death from bail brought to his blis To his courteous freind T. B. GIue quick engines that trusting to attaine The height of Honour and a liuing Fame With penning of their Poesies prophane Should purchase praise and winne a noble Name What then braue Buck should be thy part herein That shawes the sortow of the Soule for sinne For while as foorth some busied be to bring The bad inuentions of their boyling Braine Thou happie Thou harps on an higher string And showes a Man regenerat again Wherefore we should Thee thanks most gratefull giue Because a woeb much worthier Thou wiue While wordly Writers witles and vnwise Be full of folies and of friuole fraits Thy pen and paines to profit moir tho'applies And both diuine and worthily thou wraites Than since thou such a sacred subiect sings Flie with the pens of praise and honours wings VPON THe DEATH OF THE WORshipfull M. Alex. Cheyn Commisser of Aber. NOw now at last and nought while now haue I Put a Catastroph to this course of cair World Flesh and Feind your forces J defie Your works are wrought your mights may nowe no mair Now I am quit and from your cummers clair Graue Hell and Sinne your powers J despise Death is the dore through Faith ye step aud stair That makes my soule mount sore and skall the skies Albeit the bones left here consuming lies Yet certainly J am assur'd they shall To rest and ring in their Redeemer rise Since Sathan Sinne the graue death hell and all That Lyon strong and yet a louing Lamb Tryumphantly vpon the crosse o'rcame An description of the World WHat is this World a Theater of woe A golfe of greif that still the greater growes A Faire where fooles are flitting to and fro A Sea of sorrow that still ebs and flowes A Forge where Belial the bellowes blowes A Shippe of sensuall Soules neir sunk for sinne Whair ramping Rage is Ruther-man and rowes A wratched Vail full of all Vice within A Booth of busines where restles rin To wrack himselfe the wicked worldly worme A deadly Den of dolor and of din An onstai'd stage of state a strife a storme Th'vnquiet Court of discontent and Cair The Place of Pride and well-spring of Dispaire A desire of an Repentant spirit WOuld God my Soule for sinne such sorrow felt As could cause Me spend al my time in Tears Would God my Heart would euerie moment melt And for my faults be fraughted full of feares Would God my flesh that fights and battell beares Against the powers of the spreit would spair And rest from wrastling and their jnward weares That does augment and bot increase my cair Would God my Plaints could penetrat the Air To purchase Peace to my perplexed Spreit And neuer cease t'assend nor rest but whair Thay face for face might with th'Almightie meit To pray him for a pardon and a place Vnto Repentance godlines and grace An admonition to the Soule to watch POore sillie Soule thou sees not how are set Thy fatall foes about the in a Ball The Feind and Flesh Thee in the gyues to get Of lothsome Lust and pleasures sensuall They will obiect All what may frame thy fall And cast before the Beautie for a bait Opinions strange fals and hereticall Promotion Riches Honour and Estate All what they can find out for to defait And with thy God to get the in disgrace They will essay each secular conceit To hold the from thy heauenly Fathers face Heirfore on him prepare the to depend He onely may the from thy foes defend Invocation to the Lord Iesus to saue the wounded soule O Sonne of God Silo sweet sauiour Thou that my sheild and my assistance art The pretious oyntments of thy pitie poure Into my Soule and wofull wounded heart I 'le prostrat Me in publict and in part My former fowle offences to confesse My secret sinnes sore makes my Soule to smart And I am wofull for my wickednes With hiest vp hands and hartly humblenes I pray the pardon my impietie Thy word divine my God grants me regres And bids me seek the sweet societie For thou art ay says the Apostle Paull At hand to help the wofull wounded Saull A Prayer for apaising of the Plague OVr wicked liu's hes wakned Lord thy wrath In kindling it for our iniquitie Jt maks thee blowe this thy devouring breath To punish vs for our impietie Our fall's and faults hes forc'd thee to let flee At the Noone day thy Arrows Pestilent Yet in thy mercies Lord remember Wee Are thy owne Sons on whom the same is sent Albeit thy Bow against our breasts be bent And thou the Rod does hold into thy hand We hope thou will inspire vs to repent And from th' Infection last releif the Land That in the greatnes of her greef does grone Looking O Lord for thy releif alone Vpon the Death of a verteous young man Wm. Ke. WIth-hold thy haist spair Passinger thy pace And marke amongs those Marble Monuments This Graue yet grene and litle ludge alace And thereon spend some parte of thy complents Mourne mourne with Mee a Miriad of laments And on th' Interr'd streams of thy tears distill Whoe 's want the Wise both pitties and repents And whill They liue the Verteous all they will Their plaints powre out disperse effund and fill The Continent her Caverns with their cryes For never shall their Sorrows cease not whill They deaue the Dead into those lairs that lyes For trust thou me this terren Tomb contains A Relict rare a godlie Young-mans Bains PROSOP OF THE DEFVNCT TO his lamenting friends 2. A Paise your plaints since
a God gouerns For whose long happie life Prosperitie and Peace His royall Reigne his gratious Queene And for their hopefull Race Jncall protest and pray From whose blis'd spreit all springs IeHovah Eli Elohim th' Almightie King of Kings An humble confession of Sinne. IN Reuerence on bare and bended kneis Debast I bow if I dare be so bold My soule most sad with weeping watrie eies Before thy feet vpon my face I fold My eies my heart my hands Iehoue I hold To heauin to Thee and prostrat will display My Misles made but measure manyfold And all the words I wairt in vain bewray None will I hide but open Lord shall lay My Sinne both seene and secret to my shame And my delicts done all vnto this day I in thy publict Presence shall proclame And to my Turpitud sound out I shall My Sins committed and omitted all Vpon his louing deere and Courteous friend Pa. Q. WHo doe of chance or vtherwise that hath An deepe desire and earnest care to kno This Trophe sad of still triumphing death Whair liueles lies an earrhly lumpe bot lo How rair a liue to signifie and sho Nor Maroes Muse wold an more cunning craue To wreit his want what worketh it of woe T'ingraph each greife by gazing on his Graue To not the noy when men looke on the leaue His Commorads and Consorts Christian To count the care his kin for him conceaue To dyte the duile of wife and Orphans whane Their father they and sho does misse her Mane An man whose make here hardly may be haid What can what shall what is or resteth thane To say bot this that safely may be said Lo where a youth on Beirtrees brought to bed Ay faithfull fast traist vertuous and wise Deir to his freinds and of his foes ay dred Here vnderneath to be lamented lies And shall ay while the latter day constraine The Earth to raise and render him againe Sighs of an sorrowfull soule Sigh sadly sigh sob for thy Sinnes and sound Weepe waile and woe mourn mirthles Man and mone Redouble thy dolor til each Den redound VVith noysome notes thy accents euerie one Crie carefull crie while euery sensles stone Peirst with thy plaints for pitie plead and pleane VVith tragicke teares toone out thy griefs and grone VVhile marble mazed at thy mones remaine Thou writes thy woes thou weeps thou vowes in vain Giue not anon from straying thus thou stay Thou's driue thy daies in dateles deepe disdaine Then sadly sigh poore Soule and sighing say Sad be each sigh moir noysome euerie note That treads the tracture of my troubled throte A description of the fragilitie of man WHat be we wratches but AMasse of putrid mold VVhich vgly wormes and wild deuoures VVhen we are dead and cold Borne in this wofull vail Jn moments ar nought Men And in a period departs VVhat are we nothing then Learne then to die and let Not hope of youth nor years Delude the least the Fates ay ferce That Man nor Beast forbeares Come on thee suddaine shall And warne thee vn-a-ware For mortall none tho neere so wise From those excemed are Times flees your gilt does grow Death at your doores does call Then take your time and learne in time To liue Perpetuall For you are nought bot like Dust driven with wind away And like vnto a brittle glasse Or shaddows fleing ay Or Roses redolent That in the morning shines And when the night draws neere anone Their pleasant tincture tines Now liuely-like anone Feasts for the creeping fry Now strong and fair and now anone A lump but life we ly T'accumulat great goods or what does profit vs Jemm's Jewels Silver Gold And all apparrell pretious What Scepters Crowns Estat's Or Kingdoms great to guide And what in Princelie Palaces Shall buit vs to abide And others in our pryde What helps it to despise Or to account our selfs like to The Lord alone most wise If dreadfull Death shall come Most horrible and haw And with her Syth that here you see All which GOD made shall maw Or if like earthlie dust Or slyding shaddows wee O wretched misers miserable Shall fall away and flee And all the pride of flesh And this small glance of glore Shall in the day of Death departe Without returning more Idem MArk mortall Man and surelie thou shall see What in short space it shall become of thee And then thou shall desist for to desire The worldlie Pleasures that so soone expire By no device ingine nor craft can Thou Fearfull to flesh Death certaine once eshew Thou should not then s'exult nor joifull bee Because per-haps to morrow thou shall d ee And in a little ludge a caue or cott Thy flesh and bones shall soone consume and rott THE AVTHOR HIS REPENTANCE fro wryting Poesies prophane COuld I or this my scattered skrols recall Or my dispersed Poesies repeit Most willinglie I wold revock them all And sound from singing of such Toys retreit I wold envy 'gainst wanton verse and writ Invectiuelie of all inventions vaine For it infects the well desposed Sprit For to peruse such Poesies prophane They breed abuse and brings into the braine Phantastick folies and phanatik freats Which are in deed not bot presumptions plaine Or at the most but profite poore conceats VVherefore were those else published to pen I should assume some sadder subject then A PROFITABLE ADMONITION if wiselie followed LOse not the Garlant of eternall Glore For things that here bot for a time shall tarie Officious Fame goods or vnstable store That facil Fortune both does bring and carie Indanger not nor doe in perrell put Th' immortall mark whereat the Soule does shut Tho pretious pearles thou purches what suppose And gaine more gold nor Craesus got what than If thou the Heaven and heavenlie Soule shall lose For all thy wealth thou's miserable Man And truelie loses in a moment more Ten thousand fold nor thou could find before I giue and grant that thou inlarge thy roumes For to cotaine thy infinite incresse And that secure in Honors Seas thou soums Yet thou in fine must needs of force confesse If that thy soule shall suddainlie be taine What thou possest was wealth for nought in vaine Though thou be made and creat were a King And supreme Emperour inaugurate Or at thy wish had everie earthlie thing Of Monument most with Mundans estimate If that the Soule her heavenlie life yow losse Curst is with those corruptible thy cosse Altho thou haue both health and honor here And pleasure past the compas of compare And that thou previlegiat appeir Aboue the world and worldlings every-where Want thou a sanctified Soule what shall Availl thy Pleasures and Promotions all OF THE ESSENCE WISDOME and Power of God GOD onely great he guideth and governs The restles Rounds that rules aboue and all Th'invirond Earth with Seas that each decerns Just circular and perfite Sphericall His blessed Beeing built the double Ball And did