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A05598	The pilgrimes farewell, to his natiue countrey of Scotland vvherein is contained, in way of dialogue, the ioyes and miseries of peregrination. With his Lamentado in his second trauels, his Passionado on the Rhyne, diuerse other insertings, and farewels, to noble personages, and, the heremites welcome to his third pilgrimage, &c. Worthie to be seene and read of all gallant spirits, and pompe-expecting eyes. By William Lithgow, the bonauenture of Europe, Asia, and Africa, &c.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1618 (1618)	STC 15715; ESTC S109476	29,168	66

space plac'd heere below the roundes Thou in obliuion hast sepulchriz'd heere Earthes dearest life for now what else redoundes But Sighes and Sobbes when Treason Sword and Fire Haue throwne all downe when all thought to aspire Foorth from thy Marches and Frontiers about In sanguine hew thou dy'd the fragrant Fieldes The camped Trenches of thy Foes without VVere turn'd to blood for Valour neuer yeeldes So bred Ambition Honour Courage Hate Long three yeeres Siedge to ouer-throw thy State At last from threatning terrour of despaire Thine hembde Defendantes with diuided VValles VVere forc'd to render then came mourning care Of mutuall Foes for Friendes vntimelie falles Thus lost and gotte by wrong and lawlesse Right My judgement thinkes thee scarcelie worth the sight But there 's the question VVhen my Muse hath done VVhether the Victor or the Vanquisht wonne To the Worshipfull Gentleman THOMAS EDMOND Nowe resident in the LOWE COVNTREYES YOuth thou mayst see though brief my great good will It 's not for flattrie nor rewarde I prayse VVee are farre distant yet my flying Quill Perhaps may come within thine home-bred wayes I striue from Dust thy Fathers Fame to raise For Scotlandes sake and for his Martiall Skill VVhose fearelesse Courage following VVarlike Frayes Did there surpasse the worthiest of his dayes And as his matchlesse Valour Honour wonne His death resign'd the same to thee his Sonne Yours to his vttermost WILLIAM LITHGOW The Complaint of the late LORD CORONALL EDMOND his Ghoste OUT of the Ioyes of sweete Eternall Rest I must compeare as forc'd for to remoue Here to complaine how I am dispossest Of Christian Battelles Captaines Souldiers loue Oft with the Pensile of a bloodie Pen I wrote my val'rous fortunate assayes Though I be gone my worth is prais'd of men The Netherlandes admyrd my warlike dayes And Counte du Buckoye twyse my captiue was In cruell fight at Emricke I him tooke The stoutest Earle the Spanish armie has Who till my death his armes hee quyte forsooke At New-port fight that same day ah I lost The worthiest Scots that life the world affords Men a Regiment like Gyantes seemde to boast A worlde of Spaniardes and their bloodie Swordes And I escap'd so neare was twise vnhorst Yea manie other bloodie Fieldes I stroke My Foes strange plottes was neu'r so strong secourst But eft-soones I their Force and Terrour broke Scotland I thanke for mine vndaunted Breath Shee brought mee foorth for to vnsheath my Sworde The STATES they found mee true vnto my death And neuer shrunke from them in deede or worde At Rhynsberg Sconce I gotte my fatall blow A faint-heart French-man baselie was refute And I went on the Pultrone for to show VVhere in a Demi-Lune that hee should shoote But ah a Musket twinde mee and my life VVhich made my Foe euen Spineola to grieue Although my death did ende his doubtfull strife His worthie Breast oft wisht that I might liue Thus STATES farewell Count MAURICE souldiers all The most aduentrous nearest to his fall This Pilgrime passing by where I was slaine In sorrow of his heart raisde mee againe The author in his second Trauels beeing at PRAGE in BOHEMIA did sute the Emperour for some affaires which being granted a young vp-start Courtier ouer-threw him therein giuing him this Subiect to expresse after long attendance at Court c. THou carelesse Court commixt with colours strange Carefull to catch but carelesse to reward Thy care doth carrie a sad Cymerian change To starue the best and still the worst regard For in thy greatnesse greatly am I snar'd Ah wretched I on thy vnhappie shelfe Grounded my hopes and cast away my selfe From stormes to calme from calme to stormes amaine Poore I am tost in dyuing boundlesse deepes There where I perish'd Loues to fall againe And that which hath me lost my losse still keepes In darke oblivion my designes now sleepes Cancelling thus the aymes of my aspyring Still crosse on crosse haue crost my just desiring Had thy vnhappie smyles shrunke to betray me Worthie had beene the worth of my deseruing Blush if thou canst for shame can not affray thee Since fame declines and bountie is in swerving And leaues thee clog'd in pryde for purenesse staruing Ah court thou mappe of all dissimulation Turnes Faith to flattrie Loue to emulation Happie liu'd I whilst I sought nothing more But what my trauailes by great paines obtained Now being Ship-wrackt on thy marble shore By Tauernes wrackt goods spent gifts farre restrained Am forc'd to flee by miserie constrained Whoseruthles frowns my modest thoughts haue scatterd The swelling sailes of hope in pieces shatterd Some by the rise of small desert so hie That on their height the VVorlde is forc'd to gaze Their Fortunes riper than their yeeres to bee May fill the VVorlde with wonder wonders rayse As though there were none ende to smoake their prayse VVell Court aduance thy mineons neu'r so much Doe what thou canst I 'le neuer honour such Iustlie I know my sad lamenting Muse May claime reuenge of thine inconstant state Thou fedst mee with faire showes then didst abuse All I expect'd sprung from an heart ingrate Whom Fortune once hath raisde may turne his fate In Court whose pride ambition makes him All In ende shall pride ambition breede his fall VVhen swift-wing'd Time discloser of all thinges Shall trie the future euents of mens rising VVhat admiration to the VVorlde it bringes To see who made their State their State surprising Whome they with Flattrie stoode and false entising And when they fall mee thinke I heare these Songes The world proclaims There 's them that nurst my wrongs Thou must not thinke thy fame shall alwayes flourish VVhose Birth once meane made great by Princelie fauour Flowres in their prime the season sweetlie nourish Then in disgrace they wither loose their sauour So all haue course whome fortune so will honour Looke to thy selfe and know within without thee Thou rose with flattrie flattrie dwelles about thee Thou cunning Court cledde in a curious cace Seemst to bee that which thou art not indeed Thou maskst thy wordes with eloquence no grace Hatcht in the craft of thy dissembling head And poore Attendantes with vaine showes doest feede Thou promist faire performing nought at all Thy Smiles are Wrath thine Honey bitter Gall. Curst bee the man that trustes in thine assuring For then himselfe himselfe shall vndermine Griefes are soone gotte but painefull in induring Hopes vnobtaind make but the hoper pine Hopes are like beames which through dark clouds do shine VVhich moue the eyes to looke the thoughts to swell Bring sudden Loye then turnes that Ioye an Hell Thrise happie hee who liues a quiet life Hee needes not care thine Enuie Pride nor Treason His wayes are plaine his actions voyde of strife Sweetelie hee toyles though painefull in the season And makes his Conscience both his Law and Reason Hee sleepes securelie needes not feare no danger Supportes the Poore and intertaines the Stranger And who liues more

thy Race the same may doe As thou I hope shalt once excell thy Father That time to time thy long successours too May each exceede the former yea or rather The one ingraft the other stampe it more That who succeedes may adde anothers glore So shall thy selfe liue famous and thy race Shall long enjoye the earth then Heauenlie grace Your Lo. most seruile seruitour on his low bended Knees WILLIAM LITHGOW A CONFLICT Betweene the Pilgrime and his Muse Dedicate to my Lorde Grahame EARLE MONTROSE c. Muse. IF this small sparke of thy great flame had sight O happie I but more if thou suruay mee Thy dying Muse bewailing comes to light And thus begins halfe forc'd for to obey thee O restles man thy wandring I lament Ah ah I mourn thou canst not liue cōtent Pilgrime To liue below my minde I cannot bow To loue a priuate life O there I smart To mount beyonde my meanes I know not how To stay at home still cross'd I breake mine heart And Muse take heede I finde such loue in Strangers Makes mee affect all Heathnicke tortring dangers Muse. But O deare Soule that life is full of cares Great heat great colde great want great feare great paine A passionate toyle with anxious despaires Where plagues and pestes and murders grow amaine Thy Pilgrimage a tragicke stadge of sorrow May spende at night and nothing on the morrow Pilgrime No Pilgrimage the VVell-spring is of Wit The clearest Fountaine whence graue VVisdome springs The Seate of Knowledge where Science still doth sit A breathing Iudgement deckt with prudent things This thou call'st Sorrow great Ioye is and Pleasure If I bee rich in Minde no VVealth I measure Muse. But O recorde how manie times I know VVith bitter Teares thou long'dst to see this Soyle And come thou weariest and wouldst make a show There is no pleasure but in Forraine Toyle And so forgetst the Sowre and loath'st the Sweete To wracke thy Bodie and to bruise thy Feete Pilgrime All Rares are deare Contentment followes Paine No Heathnicke partes can bee surueighed but feare And dangers too But heere 's a glorious gaine I see those thinges which others haue by eare They reade they heare they dreame reportes affect But by experience I trie the effect Muse. In Cabines they on Mappes and Globes finde out The wayes the lengths the breadth the heights the Pole And they can wander all the VVorlde about And lie in Bedde and all thy sightes controle Though by experience thou hast nat'rall sight They haue by learning supernat'rall light Pilgrime Thou knowst Muse I had rather see one Land Be true eye-sight than all the VVorlde by Cairt Two Birdes in flight and one fast in mine hand VVhich of them both belonges most to my pairt One eye-witnesse is more than ten which heare I dare affirime the Trueth when they forbeare Muse. Heere thou preuail'st with Mis'ries I must daunt Thy Braines Recall the house-bred Scorpion sting The hissing Serpent in thy way that haunts And crawling Snakes which dammage often bring The byting Viper and the Quadraxe spred That serue for Courtaines to thy Campane Bedde Pilgrime I know the VVorld-wide Fieldes my Lodging is And ven'mous thinges attende my fearefull sleepe But in this Case my Comfort is oft this The watchfull Lizard my bare Face doeth keepe By day I feede her shee saues mee by night And so to trauaile I haue more than right Muse. The cracking Thunder of the stormie Nightes The fierie burning of the parching Day The Sauage dealing of those Barbrous VVightes The Turkish Tributes and Arabian Pay May bee strong meanes to stoppe thy swift returne To make thee liue in rest and heere sojourne Pilgrime All these Extreames can neuer make mee shrinke Though Earth-quakes mooue mee more than all the rest And I rejoyce when sometimes I doe thinke On what is past what comes the LORD knowes best I can attempt no plotte and then attaine Vnlesse I suffer losse in reaping gaine Muse. The Seas and Floods where fatall perills lie The rau'nous Beastes that liue in VVildernesse The irkesome VVoods the sandie Desarts drie The drouth thou thol'st in thy deare-bought distresse I doe conjure these Feares to make thee stay Since I nor Reason can not mooue delay Pilgrime Though scorching Sunne and scarce of raine I bide These plagues thou sing'st and else what can befall My minde is firme my standart cannot slide The light of Nature I must trauell call The more I see the more I learne to know Since I reape gaine thereby what canst thou show Muse. The losse of Friendes their counsell and their sight The tender loue in their rancountringes oft In this thy brightest day turnes darkest night When thou must court harde heartes and leaue the soft What greater pleasure can maintaine thy mirth Than liue amongst thine owne of blood and birth Pilgrime The fremdest man the truest friend to me A stranger is the Sainct whome I adore For manie friendes from faithfull friendship flee Law-bound affection failes than framelinges more What alienes show it lastes and comes of loue But consanguin'tie dies so I remoue Muse. A rolling stone can neuer gather mosse Age will consume what painefull youth vpliftes Bee carefull bee and scrape some mundane drosse And in thy prime lay out thy wittie shiftes When thou grow'st old want'st both means health O what a kinsman then is worldlie Wealth Pilgrime The Sea-man and the Souldiour had they feare Of what ensues might flee their fatall sorrow Who cloathes the lillies that so faire appeare Prouides for mee to day and eke to morrow Liue where I will GODS prouidence is there So I triumph in minde a figge for care Muse. If deare to mee thou wouldst resolue to stay Our Noble Peares they would maintaine thy state If not I should finde out another way To moue the worlde to succour thine hard fate And I shall cloathe and lende and feede thee too Affect my veine and all this I will doe Pilgrime To feede mee Slaue thou knowst I am thy Lord And can command thee when I please my selfe VVouldst thou to rest my restlesse minde accorde And ballance deare-bought Fame with terrene Pelfe No as the Earth helde but one Alexander So onelie I auow All where to wander Muse. VVhat hast thou wonne when thou hast gotte thy will A momentanie shaddowe of strange sightes Though with content thou thy conceite doest fill Thou canst not lende the worlde these true delightes Though thy selfe loue to these attemptes contract thee VVhere ten thee praise there 's fiue that will detract thee Pilgrime It 's for mine owne mindes sake thou knowst I wander Not I nor none the worldes great voyce can make Thinkst thou mee bound to them a compt to render And would vaine fooles I trauell'd for their sake No I well know there is no gallant spirit Vnlesse a knaue but will yeelde mee my merit Muse. Thou trauel'st aye but where 's thy meanes to doe it Thou hast