valiant Earl of Buckcleugh when I was young To the Bush in Brabant with his Regiment came Which is the space of fifty nine years agone I saw him in his Arms appear Which was on the sixteen hundred and twenty seven year That worthy Earl his Regiment was so rare All Hollands Leagure could not with them compare Like Hannibal that noble Earl he stood To the great effusion of his precious Blood The Town was tane with a great loss of men To the States of Holland from the King of Spain His Honours praise throughout all Nations sprung Born on the wings of Fame that he was Mars's Son The very Son of Mars which furrowed Neptunes brow And over the dangerous deep undauntedly did plow. He did esteem his Countries honour more Than Life and Pelf which Peasants does adore His noble Ancestors their Memories Are born on wings of Fame as far as Titans rise And universally they are divulg'd from thence Through the circle of all Europes circumference Let their example be a Spur to you That you their worthy Vertues may pursue They were brave men I wish ye be so still They had good Courage guided with good Skill Which Skill and Courage Fortune Grace and Will I do beseech the Almighty to bestow On you their Osf-spring all both high and low Time hath recorded Buckcleughs matchless force By Sea or Land with valiant Foot or Horse He made France tremble and Spain to quake The foundation of Brabant they made shake And as true valour did inspire their breasts So victory and honour crown'd their crests Of both Walter Lord and Walter Earl In the Netherlands they did so much prevail I wish your good intention may contain And you may be like them in every thing That as your Parents are so you may be Rare patterns unto your Posteritie That all your foes with terror now may know Some Branches of Buckcleuch has beat them so True Honour Fame and Victory attend you And great Iehovah in your just cause defend you That immortality your Fames may Crown And God may have the Glory and Renown When brave Earl Walter he was dead and gone He left his son Earl Francis in his room Who married when he was but young Before he came to perfection His Age was twenty years and five When death depriv'd him of his life His Familie they were but twain He left them in the Mothers keeping So by experience we see every day That bad things do increase and good things do decay And vertue with much care from vertue breeds Vice freely springs from vice like stinking weeds Sardanapulus King of Babylon Was to his Concubine such a Companion That he in their attire did show and sign An exercise unfitting for a King These and a number more his fancy fed To compass which his shifts were manifold A bull a ram a swan a shour of Gold To dreadful thunder and consuming fire And all to quench his inward flames desire Apollo turn'd fair Daphne into bay Because she from his lust did flee away He loved his Hiacinth and his Loronis As fervently as Venus and Adonis So much he from his god head did decline That for a Wench he kept Dametus kine And many other gods have gone astray If all be true which Ovids books doth say Thus to fulfill their lusts and win their Trulls We see that these ungodly gods were Gulls The mighty Captain of the Mermidons Being captived to these base passions Met an untimely unexpected slaughter For fair Pollixena King Priamus's daughter Lucretius rape was Torquins overthrow Shame often payes the debt that sin doth ow What Philomela lost and Tyrus won It caus'd the lustful Father cat his Son In this vice Nero took such beastly joy He married was to Sperus a young boy And Piriander was with Lust so fed He with Melista lay when she was dead Pigmalion with an Image made of stone Did love and lodge I 'le rather ly alone Aristophanes joyn'd in love would be To Asheas but what an asse was he A Roman Appius did in Goal abide For love of fair Virginia where he dyed That second Henry aged childish fond On the fair feature of fair Rosamond That it raised most unnatural hateful strife Betwixt Himself his Children and his Wife The end of which was that the jealous Queen Did poyson Rosamond in furious spleen The fourth English King Edward lower did descend He to a Gold-smiths wife his love did bend This suggred fin hath been so general That it hath made the strongest Champions fall For Sichem ravisht Dina for which deed A number of the Sichemites did bleed And Sampson the prime of manly strength By Dalila was overcome at length King David frailly fell and felt the pain And with much sorrow was restor'd again Though Saul his foe he no way would offend Yet this sin made him kill his loyal friend A man with Thamar incest did commit And Absalom depriv'd his life for it And Solomon allow'd most royal means To keep three hundred Concubines By whose means to Idolatry he fell Almost as low as to the gate of Hell At last repenting he made declaration That all was vanity and sp'rits vexation Abundance of examples men may find Of Kings and Princes to this vice inclin'd Which is no way for meaner men to go Because their betters often wandred so For they were plagu'd of God and so shall we Much more if of their sin we partners be To shew what women have been plunged in The bottomless abyss of this sweet sin There are examples of them infinit Which I he're mean to read much less to writ To please the Reader though I 'le set down some As they unto my memory do come Now I leave the Familie and return again to brave Lord Walter and his Son Walter Earl in Scotland where these worthy Lords were born LOrd of Euckleuch into the Scots border Was high Lord Warden to keep them in good order On that border was the Armstrangs able men Somewhat unruly and very ill to tame I would have none think that I call them Thieves For if I did it would be arrant lies For all Frontiers and Borders I observe Where-ever they ly are Free-booters And does the enemy much more harms Than sive thousand marshal-men in arms The Free-booters venture both Life and Limb Good wise and bairn and every other thing He must do so or else must starve and die For all his lively-hood comes of the-Enemie His Substance Being and his House most tight Yet he may chance to loss all in a night Being driven to poverty he must needs a Free-booter be Yet for vulgar Calumnies there is no remedie An arrant liar calls a Free-booter a Thief A free-booter may be many a mans relief A free-booter will offer no man wrong Nor will take none at any hand He spoils more Enemies now and then Than many hundreds of your marshal-men Near to a Border Frontier in time of War
To instruct the Christian Religion And there a Colledge they did frame Which doth remain unto this very time And he that doth not believe me Must read Buchannan and he shall see Some other Authors I could give in But these are sufficient to them that 's not blind Some says they were not Scots to their Name But only Scots by Nation Yet Monks of Melross they were known Which then was in the Picts Kingdom Iohn Earl of Channerth sirnamed Scot To die without Succession was his unfortunate lot Brave Alexander the first a King both stout and good Iohn Earl of Channerth married with his royal blood Before Alexander the first his Brother Edgar did reign The first that was anointed os Scotland King Reverend Iohn Scot he did surmount Who was Bishop Dumblane and did the King anoint Mr. Michael Scot that read the Epistle at Rome He was in King Alexander the second 's Reign Thomas Lermont was first his man That was called the Rymer ever since then And if my Author doeth speak truth Mr. Michael was descended from Buckcleugh And if my Author ye would know Bishop Spotswoods Book these Scots do show How can these randy Liars then Make the Scots to be a start-up Clan Sure new start-ups themselves must be For ancient Families scorns to lie But for the Antiquity of the Scot There 's one thing I have almost sorgot Which is not worthy of nomination Yet to mark Antiquity life make relation In the second Session of King Davids Parliament There was a Statute made which is yet extant That no man should presume to buy or sell With Highland men or Scots of Ewsdale Yet Ewsdale was not near the Forrest Where brave Buckcleugh did dwell According to the old Proyerb They but fell from the Wains tail But when these Scots did bear that stile King David resided in Carlisle Without and infang they disturb'd his Court Which caus'd the King that Act set out Here I speak nought but truth all Men may note The very true Antiquity of the Name of Scot And now my versing Muse craves some repose And while she sleeps I 'le spout a little prose KEnneth the second King of Scots Son to King Alpin who was Son to brave King Achaius forsaid who made the League with Charles the Great Emperour of Germany and King of France the year seven hundreth eighty seven This King Kenneth called the Great conquered the Kingdom of the Picts about the year of Grace eight hundred and thirty nine and joyn'd the Kingdom of Picts unto the antient Nation of Scotland This victorious King Kenneth the second dyed in the twenty year of His Reign The Kingdom not being well settled in obedience to the Crown his brother Donald the fifth succeeded him a very infamous King and a great Tyrant he lost all Scotland to Striviling bridge by the Brittains and Saxons the which time King Osbridge conquered great Lands in Scotland assisted by the Brittans so that Striviling-bridge was made Marc hes betwixt Scots Brittans and Englishmen King Osbridge coyned Money in the Castle of Striviling by that the Starling Money had first beginning and died in the fifth year of His Reign King Constantin the second the Conquerors Son a valiant King in whose time Heger and Hoba with a great Fleet of Danes landing in Fyse used great cruelty King Constantin the second came with a great Army against Hoba and vanquished him the Scots being proud of that victory and neglecting themselves there followed a cruel and desperat battle at last the Scots were vanquished and King Constantin with his Nobles and ten thousand of his Army kill'd in the fifteen year of his reign AEthus surnamed the Swift succeeded his Father King Constantin He died in the second year of his reign Gregorius magnus Dongallus Son a worthy stout and valiant King he freed Scotland all again from Osbridge Saxons and English-men and enlarged his Empire to the County and Shire of Northumberland Westmurland and Cumberland and confederat with Elewrad King of Brittans and after went to Ireland and vanquished Braenus and Cornelius after beseiged Dublin wherein was their young King Duncan to whom he was made Protector during the Kings Minority then returned to Scotland with a victorious Army and brought threescore Pledges of the Irish Nobility and Gentry under the Age of thirty years he died in the eighteen year of his Reign Donald the sixth was Son to Constantin the second a good religious valiant King he succeeded King Gregory in his time the Murrays and Rosses envading each other with cruel killing two thousand were killed in either Parties the King came upon them with a great Army and punished the principal of this rebellion to the death he died in the eleventh year of his reign Constantin the third AEthus son succeeded him a valiant Prince not fortunat in Wars he being vexed with War in the time of King Edward surnamed Sinar of the Saxons kind and Edlston his bastard son he became a Canon in St. Andrews and ded in the fourty year of his reign Malcolm the first Donald the sixth's son a valiant Prince and a good Iustitiar in his time a confederacy was made that Cumberland and Westmuireland should be annexed to the Kingdom of Scotland and should be perpetually holden by the Prince of Scotland of Fee from the King of England by vertue whereof Indolphus son to Constantin the third Prince of Scotland took possession in both Cumberland and Westmuireland The King died the ninth year of his reign Indolphus Constantin the thirds son succeeded King Malcolm the first a noble valiant Prince he vanquished Athagen Prince of Norway and Theodorick Prince of Denmark he died in the ninth year of his reign Duffus Malcolm the first son succeeded King Indolphus a good Prince and a severe Iustitiar he died in the fifth year of his reign Colonus Indolphus son succeeded King Duffus he died in the fourth year of his reign Kenneth the third son to Malcolm the first a brave King and a good Iustitiar from the death of Kenneth the second which conquered the Picts to the reign of Kenneth the third we had nine Kings in Scotland I have set down particularly how long every Kings reign was in cumulo they reigned a hundred and nine years most of them although I have not expressed they were most of them killed in the Field being so possest with War on every side what by Denmark and Norway on the one side the Brittans and Saxons on the other side poor little Scotland had much to do to get her feet holden among them For in all that time of an hundred and nine years there was but one victorious Conquering Ptince which was King Gregory So that the Borders in these Lands in England aforesaid being sometimes under the command of the Scots and sometime of the English they became so Rude and Insolent that they would never be governed before Kenneth the third brought them under
for all poor Friends The Countes Sister did her succeed Then her Mother to London by Coach did hie And search't her a Husband beyond the Sea. A pretty youth and of High-birth By the Name of Graves that Boy did pass One Mr Ross his Pedagogue was In France in Holland and in Flanders When the truth was known and the Lad fetcht home King Charles the second 's bastard he prov'd to be And I believe his Maiden-head he begat him young on Mrs Barly A prety Lady I have her seen And very gallant in her time Sir Thomas Barly was her Sire A Knight that dwelt in Devonshire And after the Restauration When Charles the second came to his home The Weyms Countess and her Daughter young At London stay'd and the Youth fetch'd home Iames Scot he was call'd all along Which did continue certain moneths And then to Windsor did return Where he was made Duke of Monmouth King Edwards Badge he got the Order of the Garter Perform'd with great Solemnity and then to London did repair His Nuptial-day did then drew near To Charing Cross he did resort The King and Duke Royal did come there And most Nobles of the Court A most proper man he in time became As in any Princes Court was seen Ten thousand hearts they may lament That ever he should a Rebel been A Rebel he was in his time And did the Nation much perplex At his Invasion he was tane And his Head cut off with an ax In England now the Dutches Dwells Which to her Friends is a cursed Fate For if they Famish Starve or dy They cannot have a groat from that Estate The times of Old are quite forgot How Inferior Friends had still relief And how the worthiest of the Name Engadged themselves to hold up their Chief And in requital of their Love His Honor took of them such pain They never went unto the Law 'Gainst one another at any time In whose case or cause soever it was Debts Riots or Possessions Their Chief he was immediat Iudge The Lawyers got nought of them Times have been very troublesome Since these Rebellions first began Which was then but fourty eight years agone And then our Chief he was but young In the five and twenty year of 's age In the year of Grace fifty and two He rendered up his Steward-ship And had no Issue but Females two And as Dalila with Sampson dealt When she cry'd the Phillstines are thee upon Such cruel Despight Strife and Debat Remain into some bad VVomen She 's like a Gardo countenane'd like Bendo Cunning as Nilo peeping through a window Which put the wandring Iew in such amazment Seeing such a face look through the casement When Lora a Bull long nourished in Cocitus VVith Sulphur-horns sent by the Emperor Titus Asked a stegmatick peribestan question If Alexander ever lived Physician VVhen Helen was for Priamus Son a Mate From Greece by Parn and his Band VVhich caus'd the Greeks the Trojan minds abate Some curs't the Boyes and other some them ban'd The strumpet Queen which brought the burning Brand That Helen fir'd and wrak'd old Priamus Race And on their Names long living shame did brand For head-strong lust runs an unbounded race This beauteous piece whose feature radiant blaze Made Maenelaus horn mad war to wadge And set all Troy in a combustious bleeze VVhose ten years triumphs scarce was worth their wage For all their Conquests and their battering Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams Lo thus the burden of adulterous guilt A shoring vengeance Troy and Trojans saw No Age nor Sect no Beauty Gold nor Guilt VVithstood foretold Cassandrias secret fall She often said false Helens beauteous blast Should be the cause this mighty Grecians Power Their Names and Fames with Infamy should blast And how the gods on them would vengeance pour But poor Cassandra prophesied in vain The clamorous cryes were to the sensles Rocks The youths of Troy in mirry scornful Vein Securely sleeps whilst Lust the Cradle rocks Till bloody burning Indignation come And all their mirth with Mourning overcome Yet great 's the Glory in the Noble Mind Where Life and Death are equal in respect If Fates be good or bad unkind or kind Not proud in Freedom nor in Thral deject With Cóurage scorning Fortunes worst effect In spitting in foul Envyes cankered face True honor thus doth baser thoughts subject Esteeming Life a Slave that serves disgrace Foul abject thoughts become the mind that 's base That deems there is no better life than this Or after death doth fear a worser place VVhere guilt is payed the Guardian of a Miss But let swoln Envy swell untill she burst The noble mind defyes her do her worst The vulgar sort with open port Said the Scot had much renown That their Heretrix was intermixt VVith a Bastard of the Crown King Iames the fifth his bastard Son VVas of as much regard He married Buckcleugh's Relict He being but a Laird The bastard got into Scotland Was never of such renown To prosper as the English do They oft usurp their Crown King Arthur of the round Table Begotten was in Adultery And so was both King Edelstoun And William of Normandie But Scotlands loyal Nobility Is of a more rare degree Nor suffer any Bastard seed To claim Soveraignity Since the first Fergus began To King Iames the seventh We have had none but twain Of Bastards that usurp'd the Crown And short while they did Reign Gillis the Tyrant he was one King Evenus the first Bastard-son Codallus of Galloway cut him off In the second year of 's Reign Duncan the second usurp'd the Crown Malcolm the third his Bastard-son But from an Usurper he did it gain Which was from wicked Donald the seventh Mackpender then of Merns the Thane An Earl of high renown He brought King Duncan to his end Nine Months after he was crown'd The Bastard Kings of Scotland then Had but small Prosperity And for the future I hope none In Scotland shall ever be Then Edgar the just and lawful King Upon his Throne was set And anointed of Dunkels Bishop Whose name was Mr. Iohn Scot. Of Bastards I will speak no more Since I declar'd the truth My purpose now is to return And speak of bold Buckcleugh That worthy valiant Son of Mars That most illustrious one The United-Provinces him should blaze To Ages that's to 〈…〉 ome The year and time I must exprime That from Holland came he The Sixteen hundred and thirty three At London he did die In November Month to speak the truth It was our woful fate To the Bier many Friends came To see him ly in State The Nobles of the Court repair'd Clad in their sable Weed And Country-men in Flocks came in To see 's Herse when he was dead Patrick Scot then of Thirlston A worthy Gentleman He took the care of all Affairs Caus'd his Corps to be imbalm'd All being done that wit of man Could do or
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
his Fame And say that he was not a Gentleman He wanted nothing of Gentrie But only the title of Dignitie The first Lady that he did gain VVas daughter to the Baron of Chisim Then in Hardin place he did sit down And on her there begat one onely son For within short process of swift time She dy'd ere she came to her prime The Laird a Widdower did remain How long a time I do not ken But his Son he grew up to be a Man The first Walter Scot of Hardin Then Hardin did to Riddel ride The old Laird of Riddel being dead In suit of his Relict there came he She was a Daughter of Fairnilie She was a fair and beauteous Dame And at that time she was but young Her beauty others did excel She had one Daughter to Riddel Brave William Scot he did her gain They had not long been in that Roum While the Ladies Daughter married the Lairds Son Then they left the young Folk in Hardin And the oldFolk in Todrick they sat down And there they did two Sons beget Robert of Burn-foot and George of Todrick And both of them prov'd stout able men They were the first Cadents come of Hardin Now to the Young Folks I return The Laird and Lady of Hardin Betwixt them was procreat a Son Call'd William Bolt-foot of Hardin He did survive to be a Man And then to the Fairnilie he came And Fairnilies Daughter he did wedd For they were related by Kindred Betwixt them two was Procreat The stout and Valiant Walter Scot. Of Hardin who can never dy But live by Fame to the tenth Degree He became both able strong and stout Married Philips Daughter Squire of Dryhope Which was an antient Family And many broad Lands enjoyed he Betwixt these Scots was procreat That much renown'd Sir William Scot I need not to explain his Name Because he ever lives by Fame He was a Man of Port and Rank He married Sir Gideon Murrays daughter of Elibank Betwixt them there was procreat This old Sir William that 's living yet This old Sir William married A sister of the house of Boyd And there 's procreat them betwixt Sir William Scot now call'd youngest Because his Father does remain Therefore he 's call'd young Sir William And young Sir William married The only daughter of Sir Iohn Nisbit He late was Advocat to the King And now is call'd Lord Dirltoun This Genealogie is true And the old was as good as the new Now worthy Wall I wish thee Life and Health Hoping thou 'l ne're marry inferior to thy self Yet Ambition Pomp and Hell-begotten Pride And damn'd adulation thou will still deride The Complemental flattery of Kings Courts I hope shall ne're be mixt amidst thy sports For Homer was the Prime of Poets stil'd And worthy Actions still he did compile That he did both in Arcadia and Greece Extol the Shepherds with Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the Honourable and well accomplished Gentleman Sir William Scot of Hardin Knight UNto the prospect of your Wisdoms eyes I consecrat these silly Lines Not that I think them worthy of your view But because in Love my thoughts are bound to you I do confess my Self unworthy far To dite in such like cases as they are Which Homer Virgil nor the fluent Tullie In fitting terms could scarce express them fully For Francis Scot of Gillmans-cleugh To you I do commend In hopes your Worship still will be his Friend The Son of Iohn the Son of Robert call'd Truth Who was the Son of Iames The first of Gillmans-cleugh A valiant Gentleman who well deserv'd renown He was the youngest Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston The which Iohn Scot he did excell Being Son to David with the Tods-tail And David Scot my Author let me know He was Son to Walter of Howpaslaw Sir Walter he was Williams Son Of the worthy House of Buckcleugh he sprung The Lads in Gillmans-cleugh In hunting did excell So did their Father David That carried the Tods-tail Who had as much delight In hunting of that Beast As Iason had in Greece To bear the Golden-fleece Dedicated to the Right Honourable Sir Iohn Scot of Ancrum Knight wishes Mirth and Happiness be still your attendance THe Guns proclaim'd aloud on every Hill The joyful acclamations of the Scots People The which did Thunder with so high a strain As if Great Mars they mean't to entertain True Mirth and Gladness was to every Face And Healths run bravely round in every place That sure I think the seventh day of Iuly At the Reid-swair should ne're forgotten be That was a day to his everlasting Fame The valiant Laird Wat brought in the worthy Name That day should ever be dedicat to Mirth As if it had been a Soveraign's Birth VVhen valiant VVat that worthy Man Brought in the Name of Scot well to be seen It was nothing ye'll say to bring them in But to th' effusion of his Blood He brought them back again The Executors and Tutors that hath been in our time The Honour of the Scots did ne're so much proclaim The old Verse I must give in Though men should say I 'm drunken How VVat thy Guid-sir that worthy Man To the Red-swair brought his Troup The seventh day of Iuly the sooth to say At the Red-swair the tryst was set Our Wardens they did fix a day As they appointed so they met The Lord Buckcleugh he was but young Carmichael was Warden in his place The Laird Wat that worthy Man Commanded the Sirname with great Grace Thy Pedegree is soon discribed I think I may do it well enough Thy Father Charles was Laird VVats Son VVho was natural Son to Scot of Buckcleugh Their Generations is formerly described I need them not describe again Both Walters and Williams and Sir Arthur Unto the ninth Generation From whence such men may gather their relief That though a Ram-head may be cause of grief Yet nature hath a remedy found out They should have Lyons hearts to bear it out Though I call'd thee Shepherds Swain Yet I deserve no blame I hope that Iasons Golden-fleece VVith thee still shall remain Dedicated to the Right VVorshipful and very Honourable and most Generous Gentleman Sir VVilliam Scot of Hardin younger THe Prince of Princes and the King of Kings VVhose eye of Providence foresees all things To whom what ever was or ever shall be I present still before his Majesty VVho doth dispose of all things as he list And graspeth time in his eternal fist He sees and knows for us what 's Bad or Good And all things is by him well understood Mens weak conjecture no man can arreid VVhat in th' eternal Parliaments decreed And what the Trinity concludeth there VVe must expect it with obedience here Then let not any man presume so far To search what the Almighties Councils are But let our wills attend upon his will And let his will be our Direction still Let not Plebeians be inquisitive Nor
into any profound State-business dive VVe into the thousand and sixteenth year Since Fergus our first King did appear Have many Hopeful Royal Princes had VVho as Heaven pleas'd to bless were good or bad Fergus was the first which we had Crown'd For Learning and for VVisdom high renown'd Beyond the Verge of Christendoms swift Fame Did make the VVorld admire his Noble Name A hundred and Eleven Kings we have had sincesyne VVhereof one of them was a Queen Their valour and triumphant Victories Have sill'd the VVorld and mounts into the Skyes As Kenneth the second that King of victory And Gregorius Magnus whose Fame can never dye Robertus Brucius that King of high Renown King Iames the sixth that united the three Crowns These victorious Princes govern'd well But more has been of the contrair strain Love sometimes made the gods themselves disguise And mussle up their mighty Deities And vertuous Princes of the gods have odds When Princes goodness doth out-go the gods I 'm a foolish man this is no work of mine It 's an operation of the Power Divine Let God alone for what he hath in hand It 's saucie folly and madness to withstand What his eternal Wisdom hath decreed Who better knows than we do what we need To him let 's pray for his most safe Protection Him we implore for his most sure Direction Let his assistance be the seventh King Iames's Guido That in the end God may be glorified Let us amendment in our lives express And let our Thanks be more our Sins be less Thy Cusing William Scot in Milsington He is an Gentleman Come of a worthy Family For he from Whitslade sprung Of his Brother Todrick I have writ And given a true Relation Of his most worthy Pedegree Unto the seventh or ninth Generation Therefore it is needles unto me To writ them over again For if I please I could revise Them to the fifteen Generation According to my Dream he is the Shepherds Swain I hope Iasons Golden Fleece with him shall still remain Dedicated to the very Worshipfull and much honoured Generous Gentlemen Hugh Scot of Gallow-shiells and VValter Scot in VVauchop O! For a Quil of that Arabian wing That 's hatch't in Embers of some kindled fire VVho to her self her self doth issue bring And three in one is young and Dame and Sier O! that I could to Virgils Vein aspire Or Homers Verse the Golden Language Greek VVith polish'd Phrases I my Lines would tire Into the deep of Art my Muse should seek Mean time amongst the vuglar she must throng Because she hath no help from my unlearned tongue Great is the Glory of the Noble Mind VVhere Life and Death are equal in respect If Fates be good or bad un kind or kind Not proud in Freedom nor in Thrall deject VVith courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in fond Envies cankered Face True Honour thus doth baser thoughts deject Esteeming Life a slave that serves disgrace Foul abject thoughts become the mind that 's base That deems there is no better life nor this Or after death doth fear a worser place VVhere guilt is payed the guardian of a miss But let swoln Envy swell untill she burst The Noble Mind desies her do her worst If Homers Verse in Greek did merit praise If Naso in the Latine won the bayes If Maro amongst the Romans did excell If Tosa in the testine tongue wrot well A Souldier that could never lead a Pen Shows to the eight or ninth Generation Although I him enrol and call him Shepherds Swain Yet hereby I approve he is a Gentleman The Son of Adam who was by Lot The Brother of the worthy Collonel Scot VVho died with honour at Dumbars fight In maintenance of King and Countries Right He was the Son I know it for truth Of William Scot Laird of Whitehaugh And William Scot was the eldest son Of Walter Scot stil'd of the same Walter Scot was Robert's son And Robert he was Walter 's son The first of Whitehaugh that from Borthwick sprung That Wat of Whitehaugh was Cousin-german To Iohn of Borthwick who fasted so long Three sundry times he did perform To fast fourty days I do aver Bishop Spotswood my Author is he A profound learn'd Prelat that would not lie When Iames the fifth he was Scotlands King In the Castle of Edinburgh he incarcer'd him And would not believe the Country says That any Mortal could fast fourty days Bear-bread and Water the King allow'd for his Meat But Iohn Scot refus'd and would not eat When the fourty days were come and gone He was a great deal lustier than when he began Then of the King he did presume To beg recommendation to the Pope of Rome Where there he fasted fourty days more And was neither hungry sick nor sore From Rome he did hastily return And arrived in Brittain at London VVhere Henry the eight he got notice That Iohn Scot had fasted twice fourty dayes The King would not believe he could do such thing For which he commanded to incarcerate him Fourty days expir'd he said he had no pain Than his Fast had been but ten hours time Here Walter Scot I 'le draw near an end From Iohn of Borthwick thy Fathers did descend He was the son of Walter I have said enough Their Original is from Buckcleugh In the Fourscore Psalm we read That like a Flock our God did Ioseph lead And ev'ry day we do confess almost That we have err'd and stray'd like Sheep that 's lost For Oaths and passing words and joyning hands Is like Assurance written in the Sands The silly Sheeps-skin turn'd to Parchment thin Shows that Iasons Golden Fleece with thee remains Dedicated to the Right Worshipful and truely Generous my well approved good Friend Sir Patrick Scot of Long-newton appearant of Ancrum Knight IT 's such a Title of Preheminence then To bear the name of Shepherds Swain That David who so well his words did frame Did call our great Creator by that name Our bless'd Redeemer God's eternal Son Whose only Merits our Salvations won He did the harmless name of Shepherd take For our Protection and his Mercies sake Which makes thy rest like those that restless be Like one that is pursued and cannot flee Or like the bussie bussing bumming Bee Or like the fruitless naught respected Flee That cuts the subtile Air so swift and fast Till in the Spiders-web he 's fetter'd fast So falling fast asleep and sleeping in a Dream Down by that Dale which flows with Milk and Cream Thy dearest Dame did to thee say Francis Francis Come away I wondred when I heard that name begun Francis Francis that was Adams son And Adam in his time deserv'd no misreport He was the son of Gilmanscleugh Robert And Robert was a pretty Gentleman The Heir to Iames he was his eldest son The first of Gilmanscleugh Iames was then Who was the youngest son of Thirlston And Iohn of Thirlston I let you know Was son to
call'd of Rennalburn An honest Gentleman he was known well enough In Esdail-muir he was Baillie to Buckcleugh Who was son to Iohn Scot an able Lad Who then was called Iocky ill to had His Father also he was called Iohn He was Natural-son to Scot of Thirlston He was Natural-brother in the while To Thirlston Newburgh and Bowhill Gilmanscleugh Hundelshope and Kirkhope Were all Brethren to the said Iohn Scot These seven Brethren were stout valiant men They would not been afraid for other ten No more of Muckildine since Adam is deceast Who left them store like Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the very Worthy and Valorous Gentleman William Elliot of Dunlibire Esquire I Humbly now according to my Dream Present to you the young Laird of Erckleton From 's Goodsir and Grandsir that Land was reft and riven Before they purchas'd Coyn to buy it back again And now 't is their own I wish they may 't enjoy From Envys canker better than Helen did Troy That Trojan and that Greek that fought in Sama sand Achilles gain'd the day and did Hector command Troys fruitful Queen did many Children bear So brave heroick and so stout a Crew Who all in noble Actions did accrue When Age had made their Parents bald and bare They made their dauntless Courage to appear Amidst the throngs of Danger and Debate But Blood on Blood their Fury could not fate In former times the South may understand Many Gallants losed all their Land Through Blood and want of Government Which to this time Successors may repent They were not like these Arcadians in Greece That rejoyc'd in Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to that Worthy and Generous Gentleman Robert Elliot Laird of Midliemill SIr in my Sleep I was much troubled And dream'd of Henry Elliot of Harewood Mongst many more that I thought I saw And knowing he was your Father in Law Therefore my weak Iudgment thought it fit Those Lines to you that I should dedicat Knowing him to be a worthy man And much honour'd by your Generation Though all in one ye now joined be Yet ye 're a Peer grew higher on the Tree For I believe there is so much odds Few Elliots compar'd with the House of Stobs For Heav'ns high-hand where he doth please to bless Makes Trees or Men fruitful or fruitless In sundrie uses Trees do serve mens turn To build adorn to feed or else to burn This is mens State in all degrees like theirs Some are got to the top of Honours Stairs Securely sleeping on Opinions Pillow Yet is as fruitless as the fruitless Willow And fill up room like worthless Trees in Woods Whose goodness consists all in ill got Goods He like a Cedar makes a goodlie show But now good Fruit will from his greatness grow Until he die and from his Goods depart And then gives all away in the spight of his Heart Then shall his Friends with Mourning-cloaths be clad The in-side merry and the out-side sad He thinks his life Angelical because Among the Angels he his time doth pass And with his Nobles he ordaineth Laws That base Extortion shall not be a Crime He marks how Kingdoms Provinces and Towns Are over-ruled by his cursed Crowns But if he note his Angels what to be Not heavenlie nor these from Heaven that sell But they are in a third and worse degree Damn'd sensless Monsters even that are of Hell They cannot hear feel taste hear nor smell A thousand times being told yet cannot tell They 're lock'd and barr'd and bolted up in thrall Which shews their nature not Angelical Thy industrious Loyalty doth daily tell Thou aims at Honour and thou levels well And with your trusty Service shot compleat That in the end ye sure will hit the VVhyte Thus thy Industries doth let the VVorld ken That Iasons Golden Fleece with thee shall still remain Dedicated to that worthy and well approved Gentleman Iohn Elliot Brother to Sir VVilliam Elliot of Stobs GOod Sir If Fortune frown or smile thou art content Thou bears a Heart that is still ready bent God is thy Captain thy Defence and Hold Through Faith in Him thou art still armed bold To thank Iohn Elliot I humbly thee desire He dwells in Unthank he 's Brother to Dunlibire When kind-kissing Phoebus was gone to her rest In a Winters-night in a most furious blast I driving Beasts because I wanted Fodder I did assault his House into tempestuous Weather For god AEolus biew and Boreas did assist And Neptunes wat'ry Planets he brake in betwixt The Snow being deep the Weather tempestuous ill I was five days in driving twenty Mile In great distress into his House I came He with his Wife made me kindly welcome With Bed and Board good Brandie and good Ale Which might have serv'd the best in Tiviotdale I wish Iohn Elliot never want such Fleeces Which yearly may bring in ten thousand golden pieces Dedicated to that much renowned generous Gentleman William Elliot Uncle to Sir VVilliam Elliot of Stobs MOst worthy Sir I hope I do no wrong In dedicating to you one of my Shepherds Swains Take not a Shepherd Swain to be a vulgar name For Kings and Emperors have gloried in the same Therefore no Shepherd Swain my Muse will e're deride And far less VVilliam Elliot the good Laird of Swoonside Since thou art a worthy and a lovely one Not like Envy all consum'd to Skin and Bone. Sir I do declare what Labour thou hast spent VVas neither to Honour nor Vertues detriment And thrice worthy Sir thy Vertues do proclaim How Honours noble mark it is still thy aim And when thou the head-strong Taurus soon forsakes And to his summering Progress thou haste makes Then shall the Earths celestial light afford And in sad darkness clad the ample Glob Since I was born when Wit was out of Town That 's the reason that I have so little of my own Pardon me I cannot writ and very litle read Or else in thy worthy praise I further would proceed As for Swoonside I wish his Golden-fleece May shine as bright as Iasons did in Greece Dedicated to that vertuous and well approven Gentleman Master Gavin Elliot Uncle to Sir William Elliot of Stobs MOst worthy Sir according to my Dream I speak of Shepherds and of Shepherds Swain Into your gentle hands Sir I do commit Iohn Elliot the Laird of Thorilshope And Sir I do hope that ye'l not dissallow That I have been so bold to dedicat him to you For a man must more than humane wit possess To escape the Baits and Snares of wickedness The Artist of the Scripture can dispute the same That one would deem him a Religious Man Since that God gave Life to Herbs and Plants and Trees A beast hath Sense and Life Moves Feels and Sees For if they wanted Life how could they then grow And in some sort do both good and evil know But man he is before all Creatnres in degrees God Life Sense and Reason He unto
him gives And least that these blessings should be transitory He gave him Life and Sense Reason Grace and Glory So I hope Thorlishope shall keep his Golden-fleece As glorious as Iason did his in Greece Dedicated to that worthy and compleat Gentleman Robert Elliot appearant of Dunlibire MOst worthy Sir I do upon the wings of Fame Dedicat to you one of your worthy Name Iohn Elliot he who 's called a valiant Lad He 's Brother to Henry Elliot of Hare-wood It was into my dream he did appear to me For I into the Ale-house did him never see In Iasons Golden Fleece it 's said he doth abound And now he is of late a Person much renown'd Therefore I him consecrat to thee And with happiness to you and your Posterity Wishing to him when he his Sheep doth shear They may improve their Fleece four times a year For that man that hath store of Wool and woolly Fleeces May when he please have store of Gold and Golden Pieces Dedicated to the valorous and compleat young Gentleman Robert Elliot appearant of Lariston SIr these Lynes unto your hands I send Wishing your Worship will but them commend And begs that you 'l not be a gast For nominating some first that should be last Therefore good Sir I hope ye will pardon give And oblidge your humble Servant while he lives This I lay open to your Worships view And Simon Elliot of Tarras I dedicat to you For Summer-fruit it is pleasant to eat But Winter fruit it will a long time keep Although the Hills of Tarras they be black Yet in his Golden-fleece there is no lack Black moisty Fleeces when they are well scour'd Unto the owners yeeld good clear and currant gold Pure Spanisb gold it 's very fine But of Wool our Merchants makes more gain Through Christendom your Woolly Fleeces Are still compar'd to golden pieces So he that is a Shepherd Swain Can be no less than a Gentleman Monarchs and Kings Royal Majesty Were Shepherds Swains in Arcadie Dedicated to the young and very hopeful Gentleman Gilbert Elliot son to Sir William Elliot of Stobs Knight-Barronet IF Homers Verse in Greek did merit praise If Nason in the Latin tongue wan Bayes If Maro 'mongst the Romans did excel If Tasso in the Tuscian tongue spoke well Sweet Sir pardon him that 's so much unperfect In Scots can scarely read and never yet could write If my poor shallow brain could but advance your Name Ye should be mounted high upon the wings of Fame And if that my poor thoughts had strength to enterprize I would advance your Name as far as Titans rise And that Shepherd Swain that I do simulize Is Robert Elliot that dwells in the Dewslies Be not offended at the name of Shepherd Swain For formerly that name was Noble-men And as Iason setcht his Golden Fleece from Greece I wish that Robert Elliot his Fleeces may increase Dedicated to the very Honourable and right Worshipful generous Gentleman Iohn Hoppringil Laird of Torsonce IF the value of Offerings were alwayes to be equall to the Grandure of the Persons to whom they are presented I should not dar to make this bold address but the greatness of my devotion that hath no other way to manifest it self at present will I hope make a mends for the means of this and perswade your Worship to condescend to the acceptance of this poor expression of my respects if these Treaslises may be so happy as to give unto your Worship some satisfaction and recreation in the perusall of them I shall attain unto the advantage which is chiefly aimed at by this Dedication Your Worships most obedient most humble and faithful Servant Walter Scot. MOst worthy Sir ye know this well by me That the love of Brandie made my self merrie For when the High-born Bastard of the thundring Iove When Mens inventions are of Wit most hollow He with his sprightful Iuice their spirits doth move To the harmonious Musick of Apollo And in a word I would have all men know it He must drink Brandy that means to be a Poet I understand or know no forraign Tongue But their translations I do much admire Much Art much Pains much Study it doth require And at the least regard should be their hyre When Adam was in Paradice first placed And with the rule of mortal things was graced Then Roses Pinks and fragrant Gilly-slowers Adorn'd and deckt forth Edens blessed bowers Love is a dying life and living death A vapour shaddow a Bubble and a Breah An idle Bable and a poultry Toy Whose greatest Patron is a blinded Boy But pardon Love my judgement is unjust For what I speak of Love I mean'd of Lust Bess she dislikes the Surplice and the Cap And calls them idle Vestments of the Pope And Mistris Maud would go to Church right fain But that the corner Cap makes her refrain And Madam Idle is offended deep The Preacher speaks so loud she cannot sleep Lo thus the Devil sowes contentions Seed Whence Sects and Schisms and Heresies do breed Since Providence has given you Wit in store Live as your worthy Fathers did live you before By night I in a vision did Dream That four and twenty Shepherds I had seen Whereof Iohn Andison was one A Shepherd Swain that dwells in Thirleston A civil Person and one that is true And therefore I dedicat him to you I hope the Name of Shepherd ye'l not despise it Since Kings and Princes hath it enterprized Besides the learned Poets of all times Have chantited out their praises in pleasant Rymes The harmless lives of rural Shepherd Swains And beauteous Shepherdesses on the plains They have recorded most delightfully Their Love their Fortune and Felicity And sure if in this low terrestrial round Plain honest happiness is to be found It with the Shepherd is remaining still Because they have least power to do ill And whilst they on the feeding flocks attend They have the least occasion to offend I wish God bless the Shepherds and their Fleeces And then I hope they 'l ne're want Golden Pieces Dedicated to the very Honourable and right Worshipful generous Gentleman Iohn Riddel of Haining Sherif-principal of the Sherifdom of Selkirk and Provost of that Burgh-Royall I Humbly wish peace truth and constancy Remain with you and your worthy Family That Sailer gains renown that well does know To gain his point either at ebb or flow When Boreas dust doeth drive thee from the Land Then AEolus blasts puts thee in Neptuns hand To wonder and admire is all one thing As Synonymies the word betake But if a double meaning from them come For double sense your judgement then must look As once a man all soul'd with dirt and myre Fell down and wondred not but did admire To you whose ears and eyes have heard and seen This litle Pamphlet and can judge between That which is good tolerable or ill May be with Artless nature wanting skill Have I writ ought