of that learned Man Mr. Arthur Scot who was stil'd of New-burgh than And Mr. Arthur was brave Simons son He who was Tutor to the Pupills of Thirlston And Iohn of Thirlston that brave fellow Was Son to David Scot of Howpaslaw And David was the first Sir Walters son So Iames thy Genealogy I have done And spoken nothing but the very truth Thy Original is from Buckcleugh Since Fates allow the harmless beasts such store I hope of Iasons Fleece thou shalt have more and more Dedicated to the Honourable and truly Noble Sir William Elliot of Stobs Knight and Barronet IT 's not in expectation of Reward That I this Book into your hands do tender But in my humble Duty in regard That I am bound my dayly thanks to render If my Verse be defective and my accent rude My Stile be harsh and my Learning slender I am defended against a multitude If that your Patronage be but my Defender This to avoid Hells-hatcht ingratitude My duteous Love my Lines and Life shall be To you devoted ever to conclude May you and your most vertuous Lady see Long happy dayes in honour still encreasing And after death true honour never ceasing Your Worships Parents were so well known by me That I 'm bold to show them to the fourth Degree These worthy Families I must needs commend From whom Sir William Elliot of Stobs did descend I here set down the number what they are And then I 'le nominate them in particular Thy thirty Ancestors I would have men to ken Thy eight great Grandsirs and thy eight great Grandames Thy Grandsirs and Grandames eight that makes twenty four Thy Goodsirs and Goodames four with Father and Mother Thy thirty Ancestors I have set down And thou thy self makes thirty and one This true account from whence your worship sprung Is just to the sourth Generation of your Kin Thy first great Grandsir and Grandam it 's of truth Was Elliot of Lariston and Scot of Buckcleugh To thy second great Grandsir and Grandam now I trot They were Scot of Hardin and Scot of Dryhop Thy third great Grandsir and Grandam to their name Was Dowglas of Cavers and a Sister of Cranston Thy fourth great Grandsir to his name Was Dowglas the Laird of Whittinghame I am not certain yet have heard some mean He was married to Hepburn a daughter of Waughton Thy fifth great Grandsir to whom I flee Was Sir Iohn of Cranston and Ramsey of Dalhousie Thy sixth great Grandsir and Grandam I set down Was Cranston of Moriston and Cockburn of Lanton Thy seventh great Grandsir and Grandam I reveal Was Lord Seton of Seton and Maxwel of Maxwel Thy eight great Grandsir and Grandam no less Then Earl Bothwel and Dowglas sister to the Earl Angus Now to the first Grandsir and Grandam I come Elliot of Stobs and Scot of Hardin To the second Grandsir and Grandam now I run Sir William of Cavers and Dowglas of Whittinghame Thy third Grandsir and Grandam I must proclaim Was William Lord Cranston and Sarah daughter to Sir Iohn Thy fourth Grandsir was the Lord Coldinghame Now to thy first Goodsir I do rehearse Which was Elliot of Stobs and Dowglas of Cavers Thy other Goodsir and Goodam of much renown Was Mr. of Cranston and daughter to Lord Coldinghame Thy Father and Mother who still lives by Fame Sir Gilbert of Stobs and sister to Lord Cranston Although I cannot write yet I have spent my breath In dilating thy Descent from good King Iames the fifth Earl Bothwel thy great Grandsir Was a valiant man He was King Iames the fifth His own natural-Natural-son And now I humbly crave your Worthiness excuse For the boldness of my unlearned Muse That hath presumed so high a pitch to flee In praise of Vertue and Gentilitie I know this Task is fit for learned men For Homer Ovid or for Virgils Pen Boldly to write true Honours worthiness Whilst better Muses pleased to hold their peace And this much to the World my Verse proclaims That neither Gain nor Flattery are my ends But love and duty to your Familie Has caus'd my Muse these Lines to publish'd be And therefore I intreat your generous Heart To accept my duty and pardon my neglects Bear with my weakness wink at my defects Good purposes do merit good effects Poor Earthen-vessels may hold precious Wine And I presume that in this Book of mine In many places ye shall something find To please its noble well affected Mind And for excuse my Muse doth humbly plead That ye'll forbear to judge before ye read The Persians Egyptians and the Israelites And raging Razin King of Aramites Then the Assyrians twice and then again The Egyptians over-run them all amain Then the Chaldeans and once more they came Egyptian Ptolomey who them overcame Then Pompey next King Herod last of all Vespasian was their universal fall As in Assyria Monarchie began They lost it to the warlike Persian Of Nimrods race a race of Kings descended Till in Astiages his stock was ended For Cyrus into Persia did translate The Assyrian Soveraign Monarchizing State Then after many bloody bruising Arms The Persian yielded to the Greeks Alarms But smoak-like Grecian-glory lasted not Before 't was ripe it did untimely rot The Worlds Commander Alexander died And his Successors did the World divide From one great Monarch in a moment Springs Confusion Hydra-like from self-made Kings Till they all wearied slaughtered and forlorn Had all the Earth dismembred rent and torn The Romans took advantage of their fall And over-ran captiv'd and conquered all Thus as one Nail another out doth drive The Persians the Assyrians did deprive The Grecians then the Persian pride did tame The Romans then the Grecians overcame Whilst like a Vapour all the World was tost And Kingdoms were transferr'd from Coast to Coast And still the Iews in scattered multitudes Deliv'red were to sundry Servitudes Chang'd given bought and sold from Land to Land Where they not understood nor understand To every Monarchy they were made Slaves Egypt Aram Chaldea them out-braves Assyria Persia Grecia lastly Rome Invaded them by Heavens just angry doom Four Ages did the Sons of Heber pass Before their final Desolation was Their first Age aged Patriarchs did guide The second reverend Iudges did decide The third by Kings nought good bad worse and worst The fourth by Prophets who them blest or curst As their dread God commanded or forbid To curse or bless even so the Prophets did Good Reader I have writ these Lines to let thee know withall What Desolations did in former Ages fall And here within sixscore of year By many Families it doth appear Who were Men of note and their Substance did abound Yet to great Servitude their Children came But yet I think men should not fret For a Suspension never pays no Debt For if a man according to the Laws He be captivat for an onerous Cause And then from Bondage he again return This is no act
A TRUE HISTORY Of several Honourable Families of the Right Honourable NAME of SCOT In the Shires of Roxburgh and Selkirk and others adjacent Gathered out of Ancient Chronicles Histories and Traditions of our Fathers BY Capt. WALTER SCOT An old Souldier and no Scholler And one that can Write nane But just the Letters of his Name Edinburgh Printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson Printer to His most Sacred Majesty City and Colledge 1688. To the Right Honourable and Generous Lord IOHN Lord YESTER Appearand EARL of TWEDDALE Son to Iean Countess of Tweddale who was Daughter to that Valiant Lord Walter Earl of Buckcleugh Your Honours worthy Grand-Father AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are embled or alluded to your noble Sect as all these have ample residence in your honourable and worthy Disposition to whom then but your felf being a person so compleat should I commit the Patronage of that worthy Lord Walter Earl of Buccleugh and though I an unliterate Souldier have not apparelled them in such Garments of Elocution and ornate Stile as befits their Honours and Eminency of the least part of their excellent Worthiness Yet I beseech your Honour to accept for your own Worth and their Worthiness for if it were not but that I am assured that your noble Disposition in all parts is suitable to the in-side of this Book I should never have dar'd to dedicate it to your Patronage as it hath an honest Intention so hath your Breast ever been fill'd with such thoughts which brings forth worthy Actions as it is a Whip or Scourge against all Pride so have you ever been an unfeigned lover of courteous Humanity and Humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plain to be pleased to give it a favourable Intertamment for Records and Histories do make memorable mention of the diversity of qualities of sundry famous persons Men and Women in all the Countries and Regions of the World How some are remembred for their Piety and Pity some for Iustice some for Severity for Learning Wisdom Temperance Constancy Patience with all the Virtues Divine and Moral God who of his infinite Wisdom made Man of his unmeasured Mercy redeemed him of his boundless Bounty immense Power and eternal Eye of watchful Providence relieves guards and conserves him It is necessary that every man seriously consider and ponder these things and in token of Obedience and Thankfulness say with David What shall I render c. Men shóuld consider why God hath given them a Being in this life no man is owner of himself My Age is Seventy three it is Fifty seven years since I went to Holland with your honourable Grand-father Walter Earl of Buckcleugh in the year 1629. I was at that time not full Sixteen years of Age or capable to carry Arms in so much a renown'd Regiment or Company as his Honours was I was in no more estimation than a Boy yet waited upon a Gentleman in his Honours own Company notwithstanding it is known that I am a Gentleman by Parentage but my Fathers having dilapidate and engaged their Estate by Cautionry having many Children was not in a capacity to educate us at School after the death of my Grand-Father Sir Robert Scot of Thirlstone my Father living in a highland in Esdail muir and having no Rent at that time nor Means to bring us up except some Bestial wherefore in stead of breeding of me at Schools they put me to attend Beasts in the Field but I gave them a short cut at last and left the Kine in the Corn aud went as aforesaid and ever since that time I have continued a Souldier abroad and at home till within these few years that I am become so infirm and decrip'd with the Gout which hath so unabled me that I am not able neither to do the King nor my self Service so this being entred into my consideration it is sufficiently known that my intention and meaning was not to make any Profite to my self for I know I do but little deserve by reason I could never write a Line in my life neither will my ability keep one to Write to me and I living two or three Mile from a School yet is constrain'd by my own wilful Will sometimes to hire one School-boy and sometimes another yet knows not whether they can spell true Scots or not by reason I cannot read their Hand and there is none by me that can for many times the Writer mistakes the Word from my deliverance Therefore I hope your Honour will excuse the failing of my unlearned Muse. Seek then Heavens Kingdom and things that are right And all things else shall be upon thee cast Holy days of Ioy shall never turn to night Thy blessed State shall everlasting last Live still as ever in thy Makers sight And let Repentance purge your Vices past Remember you must drink of Death's sharp Cup And of your Stewardship accompt give up Had you the Beauty o◠sair Absalom Or did your Strength the strength of Sampson pass Or could your Wisdom match wise Solomon Or might your Riches Craesus Wealth surpass Or were your Pomp beyond great Babylon The proudest Monarchy that ever was Yet Beauty Wisdom Riches Strength and State Age Death and Time will spoil and ruine it Health Happiness and all Felicity Unto the end may your attendance be Your Honours most obedient humble and devouted Servant WALTER SCOT A True History of several Honourable Families of the Right Honourable Name of Scot c. I Was once a man though now I 'm none but a poor decript one Fifty seven years Arms I did bear Abroad or in Scotland When I began on the twenty ninth I was a slender man Now when I end on the eighty eight I am not very strong I never was an Hour at School although these Lines I dite I never learn'd the Catechism and yet I none can Write Except the Letters of my Name which I scarcely understand These I was forc'd to learn for shame when I was in Command Of Shepherds Swains I mind to carp And valiant Tammerlane into the second Part My drowsie Muse is almost drown'd with care How she dare venture to climb Honours Stare The Honour 's little worth that 's purchas'd by Coyn Ioan made such a Market when she was Pope of Rome Honour hath gilded Wings and soars most high And does behold the steps of Majesty Honour the lofty Lyon of Renown Which is no Merchandize for Butcher or Clown Honour 's the greatest Favour a Prince can yield All true gain'd Honour is win into the Field He needs no complementing Book him to instruct That gains his Honour by valour and conduct Peasant bought Honour is like to those That puts a gold Ring in a Brood-sows nose Whereas other Mettal may serve as well Either Copper Brass Iron or Steill I wish true Honour still may be preserv'd For many gets Honour that n'ere does deserv't The
Allanbaugh Thomas Scot in Wester-groundiston brother to William Scot of Whitehaugh descended of the antient Family of Buckcleugh Iohn Scot in Drinkston descended of the antient Family of Robert-toun William Scot in Lies alias Millma called William Scot of Catslac-know descended from the antient family of Dryhop Robert Scot in Clarilaw descended from the antient house of Hassanden William Scot of Totchahaugh from the foresaid family of Bortoheugh Andrew Scot of Totchahill from the family of Robertoun Iohn Scot in Stowslie Scot of Whames descended from the North house Scot of Castlehill was of that kind Walter Scot of Chappel-hill he was half-brother to the Laird of Chisholm Robert Scot of Howford had the Lands of Cowd-house for his Service Robert Scot of Satchels had Southintig for his Service Robert Scot of Langup had the Land of Outter-huntly for his Service for several Ages there was one William Scot commonly call'd cut at the black he had the Lands of Nether-Delorian for his Service Walter Gledstanes had Whitlaw These twenty four were all of the Name of Scot except Walter Gledstancs of Whitlaw who was nearly related to my Lord this William Scot of Delorian commonly call'd cut at the black he was a brother of the antient house of Haining which house of Haining is descended from the antient house of Hassanden and from the foresaid William Scot of Delorain sprung the family of Scotstarbet and Elie now called Ardross their original being from Sir Alexander Scot of Hassanden that valiant knight was kill'd with his Prince king Iames the fourth at Flowden-field Now I come to Sir Wulter Scot of Buckcleugh who was Grand-father to Walter the good Lord of Buckcleugh These twenty three Pensioners all of his own Name of Scot and Walter Gledstanes of Whitlaw a near Cousin of my Lords as asoresaid they were ready upon all occasions when his Honour pleased cause to advertise them It was known to many in the Countrey better than it is to me that the Rents of these Lands which the Lairds and Lords of Buckcleugh did freely bestow upon their Friends will amount above twelve or fourteen thousand merks a year This I have thought good to let the Reader see the benefite which the younger Brethren of the Name had by their Cheif when he was but a Baron and Knight they were esteemed with more respect than they have been since Sir William Scot of Branksom who never survived to be Laird or Lord of Buckcleugh gave his Lady Dame Margaret Dowglas after him Countess of Bothwell above two and twenty thousand merks a year of Ioynture This with the Pensioners Revenues off the Estate was near thirty six thousand merks a year which his Son Lord Walter and his Son Earl Walter did truely pay all their times the Conjunct-fee Now lest you should think that I flatter or am a liar I will nominate the Lands and where they ly for the justification of my self AWake awake my Muse and me aver To give a just account of that Ioynture To the Piel and Hathern I will repair To Analshope and Glengeber To Whitup and to Black-grain To Commonside and Milsanton-hill And Eilridge is left all alone Except some Town Lands in Lanton Now my Muse to the East-country go we And talk of Eckfoords Baronie Which Barony she none did miss But all into her Ioynture was In Cumulo I do declare It 's above twenty thousand merks a year It was a worthy Conjunct-fee For a Knight to give to his Lady That worthy House when they were but Gentrie Exceeded far some of Nobilitie O cursed Helena that the Trojans did confound And laid Troys pleasant Walls flat on the Ground Her Daughter had not match'd with Priamus race But her Mothers perswasion made her him imbrace Thirty Lairds and Lords it s said hath been All of Buckcleugh yet it is uncertain Yet I believe it may be true I 've seen four my self and that I 'le avow The nine last Generations I declare Both whom they Married and who they were At Sir Arthur Scot we begin In 's time he was the Kings Warden A valiant Sp'rit for Chivalrie Married Lord Somervels Daughter of Cowdalie Sir Walter his Son did him succeed Whom the Borders both did fear and dread He was still fourty men when ever he rade He married with Dowglas of Drumlanrig Their Procreation remains unto this time The last honourable second brother that of that Familie came From that marriage Robert of Allan-haugh sprung It 's near two hundred years agone And since that time it 's known to be of truth There was ne're a lawful Brother married from Buckcleugh The more we may repent and sigh and groan That they 'r so Phaenix like still but one Sir William Scot was Sir Walter 's eldest Son And in his Heritage he did succeed to him A valiant Knight and of much renown He Married with the honourable house of Hume His Son Sir Walter that durst have shown his face To him that was as stout as Hercules He was inclin'd to Blood as was rehearst He was married to Ker of Ferni-harst To Venus her Sister he married again A beautiful Creature Dame Ianet Beaton Sir William Scot of Branksom call'd White-cloak He was son to Buckcleugh call'd wicked Wat As Fortune smil'd or frown'd Content that Worthy was He married a Sister of the House of Angus The good Lord Walter was Sir William's Son The better in Tiviot-dale shall never come For Valour Wisdom Friendship Love and Truth He married Ker a Sister of Roxburgh Earl Walter was Lord Walter 's Son A Mars for Valour Wisdom and Renown His Courage durst a Lyon fear His Frowns would terrifi'd a Boar He married a sister of Errol Earl Francis his Father Earl Walter did succeed Into his Earldom but not to his Head Yet he wanted neither hand head nor heart But could not Act like to his Fathers part His Fathers Acts were all Military And he was much inclin'd to study His Father scorn'd to suffer a stain Neither of himself nor of his Name With the House of Rothes married he An equal Match by Antiquitie She was but the relict of such a one The Son of a start-up Souldier new come home I have been through Scotland Holland and Sweden Yet ne're heard of a Gentleman in all his Kin Except one Switzer which did verifie He was Bacchus Nevoy the Uncle of Brandy That worthy Earl was soon by death assail'd 'Gainst whom no mortal ever yet prevail'd He had no Heirs-male but Daughters left behind For to enjoy his great Earldom and Land These Infants sweet left to their Guardians to keep Their Tutors oft suffered controul Their Mother was so impudent That she must alwayes have her intent The eldest Lady I confess she was not able for a man With Earl Tarras she did VVedd it was by perswasion of her Dame Alas she liv'd not very long There was no Procreation them between I wish to God there had been a Son It had been better
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
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
There ne're a man but he 's a free-booter Where fainting fazard dare not show their face And calls their off-spring Thieves to their disgrace These are Serpents Spirits and vulgar Slaves That slanders Worthies sleeping in their Graves But if fourty Countrey-men had such rascalls in bogs They 'd make them run like feltered foals from dogs The Scot and Ker the mid Border did possess The Humes possest the East and the Iohnstons the West With their adjacent neighbours put the English to more pains Nor half the North and all three Louthians Yet with the Free-booters I have not done I must have another sling at hâ— Because to all men it may appear The Free-booter he is a Volunteer In the Muster-rolls he has no desire to stay He lives by Purchase he gets no Pay King Richard the second of England sent A great Army well arm'd into Scotland Through Cumberland they came by his Command And ordain'd to cross the River at Solway Sand. In Scotland King Robert Stuart the first did reign Yet had no intelligence of their coming The Free-booters there they did conveen To the number of four or sive hundred Men In ambush these Volunteers lay down And waited whilst the Army came At a closs strait place there they did stay Where they knew the English could not get by-way And when they came the ambush nigh They rose with clamours and shouting high Which terrified the English-men That they drown'd most part in Solway-Sand It 's most clear a Free-booter doth live in hazards train A Free-booters a Caveleer that ventures Life for Gain But since King Iames the sixt to England went There has been no cause of grief And he that hath transgressed since then Is no Free-booter but a Thief In Queen Elizabeths reign she kept a strong Garison At Carlile that Sink-port Of Horse and Foot a thousand men compleat The Governour was the Lord Scroup It fell about the Martinmass when Kine was in the prime Then Kinment Willy and his Friends they did to England run Oxen and Kine they brought a Prey out of Northumberland Five and fiftie in a drift to Canninbie in Scotland The Owners pitifully cry'd out they were undone Then to the Governour they came and seriously did complain The Lord Scroup heard their whole complaint And bade them go home again and no more lament For before the Sun did rise or set He should be reveng'd on Kinment Anone he charged the Trumpeters they should sound Booty-sadle Iust at that time the Moon was in her prime He needed no Torch-light Lord Scroup he did to Scotland come Took Kinment the self same night If he had had but ten men more that had been as stout as he Lord Scroup had not the Kinment tane with all his Company But Kinment being Prisoner Lord Scroup he had him tane In Carlile Castle he him laid in irons and fetters strong Then scornfully Lord Scroup did say In this Castle thou must ly Before thou goest away thou must Even take thy leave of me He mean'd that he should suffer death before he went away By the Cross of my Sword says Willy then I 'le take my leave of thee Before e're I go away whether I live or die These News came furth to bold Buckcleugh Lord Warden at that time How Lord Scroup Carlisles Governour Had Kinment Willy tane Is it that way Buckcleugh did say Lord Scroup must understand That he has not only done me wrong But my Soveraign Iames of Scotland My Soveraign Lord King of Scotland Thinks not his Cousin Queen Will osser to Invade his Land Without leave asked and given Thou stole into my Masters Land Which is within my Command And in a plundering hostile way I 'le let thee understand Besore Day-light came thou stole a man And like a Thief thou run away This Letter came to Lord Scroups hand Which from Buckcleugh was sent Charging him then to release Kinment Or else he should repent Scotland is not a sitting part I suppose England is the same But if thou carry a valiant heart I 'le fight thee in Holland There thou and I may both be free which of us wins the day And be no cause of Mutiny nor Invasions prey Our Princes rare will not compare for dignity and fame It nothing doth transgress their Laws what we do in Holland This Message by a Drummer sent To the Governour Lord Scroup A frivolous Answer he returned Which made bold Buckcleugh to doubt That he must into Carlisle ride And fetch the Kinment out The Armstrong was a hardy Name Into their own Country But like Clim of the Cleugh and little Iohn On England they did prey Kinments sirname was Armstrong He from Giltknocky sprang But Mengertoun he was the chief Of the Name of Armstrong It was not for their own respects That Buckcleugh turned their Guardian It was for the honour of Scotland By reason he was Lord Warden He stormed that any should presume To enter the Scots border Either Cornish Irish English Welch Unless they had his Order If he had known when Lord Scroup did appear To enter the Scots-ground he had call'd up his Rear But since he mist him in all Scotlands bounds In England he gave him sowre Pears for Plums Here follows how the Lord Buckcleugh affronts the Lord Scroup first by Letters and then by taking him prisoner out of the Castle of Carlisle by a Stratagem THus being vext he shew the Friends of the Name How the Lord Scroup had Willy Kinment tane And said if they would but take part with him He knew a way to bring him back again To which Demand they presently did conclude They would serve his Honour to the last drop of their blood For certainty did prov'd to be a truth He 'll still be call'd the good Lord of Buckcleugh His Friends advice that he desir'd to know Was Howpasly Thirlstone Bonnitoun and Tushilaw And Gaudilands his Uncles son With Whitslade Headshaw and Sinton And Gilbert Elliot he was not of his Name But was his Honours Cousin-german Those Gentlemen in Vote did all agree Five hundred to march in his Honours Company He thank'd them for their Vote and said that must not be Pick me out chosen men no more but thirty three At Thirlston his Brethren they did begin They being the first Cousin-german Both Walter and William was there in brief And presented their Service unto their Chief Then Tushilaw did follow them And sent his two sons Iames and Iohn With Mr. Arthur Scot of Newburgh And Robert Scot of Gilmarscleugh Bowhill his brother William did thither come And Iohn Scot brother to Bonnitoun So did William of Haining a valiant Squire And William Scot of Hartwoodmire And William of Midgap came theretill He was Grandsir to this Laird of Horslyhill Walter of Diphope a Mettal-mah And Iohn of Middlestead together came Robert of Huntly he did not fail He came with the Scots of the Water of Ail So did Walter of Todrig that well
is your Majesty that makes all the Iars Your Majesty did Order give As it appears the Lord Scroup lately said That with three hundred horse he would march North My Masters Kingdom to invade And took His Subjects there Captive This will appear to be a wrong And in Carlisle keept him in bondage Where he laid him into Fetters strong Whilst I have Life or any Strength I le sight for my Masters Dignity His captive Subjects to relieve By truth it shall not fail in me My Royal Master and Dread Soveraign I' am His Majesties Subject born And to none other Prince but He To the Oath of Alledgeance I 'le be sworn Wherever His Subjects are Prisoners tane If I can relieve them they shall not remain I never thought of such a Lawless Act To invade your Nation and your Subjects take If I had done your Majesty had storm'd But unlawful tane unlawful he return'd VVhen any of your Subjects unlawfully broke out I never did intrude like your Governour Lord Scroup But to your VVardens I did still complain Who sent me his Malefactor I sent him mine again The Queens Answer THe Queen she lent attentive ear And of his Honours Courage she did much admire My Lord she said your Speech I 'le keep in mind And answer you at some other time But neither at Court nor Council ye shall appear For I conceive you 're a resolute Cavalier At Channel-hall your Lodging shall be there Then through our privy-garden to court ye may repair For your Disport when to the Court ye come Peruse our Library either even or morn At your own pleasure what time so e're it be And for your clearer passage ye shall have a privat Keye Except our Counsellors and Officers in charge We do not grant to any but your merits do deserve Thrice worthy Lord your merits do proclaim How Honours noble mark is still your aim And to attain the which thou holds thy hands to study That thy deserts by Fame has won thee gain already Industrious Loyalty doth use and all men tell To aim at Honour it levels very well And in your trusty Service shot compleat That in the end he 's sure have hit the white Let Fortune frown or smile ye are content At all Essays to bear a heart true bent Though Sin and Hell work Mortals to betray Against their malice God hath arm'd thy way When Life and Land and all away is fled Yet thy noble Actions is much honoured Thy loyal Service to thy King doth prove That to thy Country thy heart is joyn'd in love Love is a dying life a living death A vapour shaddow a bubble and a breath An idle bable and a poultrey toy Whose greatest pattern is a blinded boy When Fortune Love and Death their task hath done Fame makes our life through many Ages run For be our Actions good or ill Fame keeps a Record of our doings still By Fame great Iulius Cesar ever lives And Fame infamous life to Nero gives Those that scapes Fortune and extreams of Love Unto their longest homes by Death are driven When Cesar Kesar Subjects objects most Be all alike consumed to dirt and dust Death endeth all our Cares or Cares increase It sends us into lasting pain or bless Awake awake my Muse thou sleeps too long To bold Buckcleugh again I will return Expressing of the time that he did there resort And his Intertainment at the English-court For Banquets he had store and that most free Each day by some of their Nobilitie His attendance was by Nobles there As he had been a Prince late come from far The North-countrie English could not be at rest While the Scots-warden came to be their Guest Six Weeks at Court continued he Still seasted with their Nobilitie To the Queens Majestie he made redress When she would be pleased he should go from hence The Queen was mute and let the question slide Yet wished that he might there abide But yet the King of Scots she had no mind to wrong By reason that he was her Royal dear Cousin To whom she hop'd to prove as kind As Mother might do to please his mind What Misses are past we do declare Your King our Cousin will us repair Your Master our Cousin and we will agree We have already acquainted his Majestie But my Lord if you will here remain Or if ye will return again At your Masters hands we 'll get you free And here you shall have a Sallarie He humblie thank'd her Majestie Showing the Queen that could not be For he had Service in Holland And was bound to obey his Masters command It was too much to be bound to three So beg'd that he might pardoned be The Queen answer'd my Lord since it is so Ye shall be dispatch'd within a day or two And a Letter ye shall carrie along with thee To our Cousin of Scotlands Majestie Wherein your heroick Spirit we must commend And intend hereafter to be your friend Next day she call'd her Secretar And charged him a Letter to prepare To his Majesties King of Scotland Wherein she lets him understand She had past from her former wrong By reason Buckcleugh was a valiant man. Cesar and Tammerlan were valiant men that 's plain But in their own person they ventured not like him Regulus and Schipio was short of him against their foe Most stout Buckcleugh with his small train Scal'd a Castle and had but sixteen men And brought a prisoner with him along That was bound in Chains and Irons most strong Mounts to the Castle top so high And cliverly brought him away Yet a thousand men there was within Of Horse and Foot in the Garison Although it did us much offend Yet his Courage we must commend The Queen to him the Letter gave And pleasantly she took her leave Wishing him a good Iourney home In hopes no more her Castle he 'd storm Now I not intend for to set down How that his Honour returned home But Iames the sixth that gracious King Was well content of his home coming Now follows the Antiquity of the Name of Scot. SInce from all danger Buckcleugh was free I must speak something of his familie That Lord Buckcleugh his Fame spread far Call'd Walter Lord Scot of Whitchester Some late start-up bran-new Gentlemen That hardly knows from whence their Fathers came Except from red nos'd Robin Or Trail Wallet countrey Tom The sons of Cannongate Bess That well could play her Game Whose labouring heads as great as any house These calumnizing Fellows can stagger stare and shame And swear the name of Scot is but a new com'd Name These new cornuted Gentlemen why should they lie Mr. George Buchannan and Hector Boetius can let them see A thousand years if I do not forget By Chronicles I 'le prove the Name of Scot. In King Achaius time that worthy Prince Iohn and Clement Scots they went to France In Paris they at first began In Charles the great his time
Iohn Grieve in Garwold He keeps both Board and Bed So doth Iames Grieve in Lennup And the Grieves on Common-side And it is true Iohn Robertson Is a Comerad good enough And for House-keeping he excels He dwells in Cauterscleugh Wheat-bread Salt-beef Mutton and old Cheese I rydding by he did my hunger ease With Capon and Lamb Brandy and good Ale He feasted me in May as I had been an Earl George Curror in Hartwood-myres He is a Religious Man So is Michael Andison in Annalshope And his Brother Iohn in Thirlston Iohn Tod that dwells in Tushilaw Can many Sheep afford And Thomas Anderson is not smal That dwells in the How-foord Unto my Dream these were the Men Which did appear to me They were four and twenty at the first But since I 've added three Dedicated to the Right Honourable Walter Earl of Tarras My Lord THe lives and deaths of Knights Lords and Earls This little Book unto your Honour tells Protection and acceptance if you give It shall as shall your self for ever live Of all the VVonders this vile VVorld includes I muse how Flatt'ry such high Favour gains How Adulation cunningly deludes Both high and low from Scepter to the Swain But if thou by Flattery could'st obtain More than the most that is possess'd by men Thou coul'dst not tune thy tongue to falshood strain Yet with the best can use both tongue and pen Thy secret Learning can both scan and ken The hidden things of Nature and of Art It 's thou hast rais'd me from Oblivions Den And made my Muse from obscure Sleep to start And to your Honours censure I commit The first-born Issue of my worthless Wit Fresh-water Souldiers sails in shallow Streams And Leith-wynd Captains venture not their lives A Brain disturb'd brings furth idle Dreams And guilded Sheaths have seldom golden Knives And painted Faces none but Fools bewitch My Muse is plain but witty fair and rich VVhen thou didst first to Agnanipa float VVithout thy knowledge as I surely think VVhere Grace and Nature filling up thy Fountain My Muse came flowing from Parnassus Mountain So long may she flow as it to thee is fit The boundless Ocean of a Christian wit For VVit Reason Grace Religion Nature Zeal VVrought altogether in thy working Brain And to thy VVork did set this certain Seal Pure is the Colour that will take no stain My Lord although I do transgress You know that I did never yet profess Until this time in print to be a Poet And now to exercise my VVit I show it View but the Intrals of this little Book And you will say that I some pains have took Pains mix'd with Pleasure Pleasure joyn'd with Pain Produc'd this Issue of my labouring Brain My dear Lord to you I owe a countless Debt VVhich though I ever pay will ne're be payed 'T is not base Coyn subject to Cankers fret If so in time my Debt might be defray'd But this my Debt I would have all Men know Is Love the more I pay the more I owe VVit Learning Honesty and all good parts Hath so possess'd thy Body and thy Mind That covetously thou steals away mens Hearts Yet 'gainst thy Shaft there 's never one repay'd My Heart that is my greatest worldlie Pelf Shall ever be for thee as for my self Thou that in idle adulating words Canst never please the humors of these days That greatest VVorks with smallest Speech afford VVhose wit the Rules of VVisdoms love obeys In few words then I wish that thou may'st be As well belov'd of all men as of me To Vertue and to Honour once in Rome Two stately Temples there erected was Where none might into Honours Temple come But first through Vertues Temple they must pass Which was an Emblem and an Document That Men by Vertue must true Honour win And how that Honour shall be permanent Which only did from Vertue first begin Could Envy die if Honour were deceas'd She could not live for Honours Envys food She lives by sucking of the noble blood And scales the lofty top of Fames high Crest Base thoughts compacted in the Objects breast The meager Monster doth neither harm nor good But like the wain or wax or ebb or flood She shuns as what her age doth most detaste Where Heaven-bred Honour in the noble Mind From out the Cavern of the Breast proceeds There Hell-born Envy shews her hellish kind And Vulture-like upon the Actions feed But here 's the odds that Honours-Tree shall grow When Envy 's rotten Stump shall burn in low My Lord I know your Honour knows That I must speak the truth Iohn Scot he was a Natural son To Walter Earl of Buckcleugh Begot on Madam Drummond A noble Lady by birth By Kindred Cousin-german To the Right Honourable Earl of Perth He promis'd her Wedlock and prov'd unto her so As Prince AEneas did to the Carthage Queen Did But yet let their Succession Live still in Memorie He was a worthy valiant Squire Iohn Scot of Gorinberrie At the Beauty of all the nine He hit the Mark And Married Sir Iohn Riddels Daughter Knight Barron and Barronet And betwixt these Worthy Couple procreat there be This present Francis Scot the good Laird of Gorinberry He hath gain'd the constant and true Penelopy He 's married to Sir Iohn Wachops Daughter That Old Barron of Niddrie Whose Names and Fames Birth and Antiquity Surpasses many Ladies of some Nobility I have declared the Family Of the worthy Lairds of Gorinberry And hopes his Honour thinks no shame For to be call'd a Shepherds Swain Our Father Adam's second son a Prince As great as any man begotten since Yet in his Function he a Shepherd was And so his mortal Pilgrimage did pass And in the sacred Text it is compil'd That he that 's Father of the Faithsul stil'd Did as a Shepherd live upon th' increase Of Sheep on Earth until his days did cease And in these days it was apparent then Abel and Abram both were Noblemen The one obtain'd his title righteously For his unfeigned serving the most High He first did offer Sheep which on Record Was Sacrifice accepted of the Lord Since Patriarchs were Shepherds In Arcadia and Greece I wish the Wool in Etherston-sheills May grow like Iasons Fleece Dedicated to the very Honourable and Right-worshipsul Sir Francis Scot of Thirlston SIr my weak Collections out hath took The Sum and Pith of sundry Chronicle-books For Pardon and Protection I intreat The Volumn's little but my presumption 's great Sir since all memorandums of fore-past Ages Sayings and Sentences of Antient Sages The Glory of Apollos radiant chine The Supporter of the sacred Sisters nyne The Attullus that all Historians do bear Throughout the World here and every where Who ever went behind you I would ken Whose worth throughout the spacious Nation ring Since Rennal-burn your Worships Kins-man near He hath those Sheep which Golden-Fleeces wear And it may be it is such Beast and Fleece Which Iason
Whose Super-natural wisdom beyond nature Did name each sensible and sensles Creature And from whose Star-like Sand-like Generation Sprung every Kindred Kingdom Tribe and Nation All People then one Language spoke alone Interpreters the World then needed none There lived then no learned deep Grammarians There was no Turks no Scythians nor Tartarians Then all was one and one was only one The Language of the universal Ball Then if a Traveller had gone as far As from the Artick to the Antartick Star If he from Boreas into Auster went Or from the Orient to the Occident VVhich way so ever he did turn or wind He had been sure his Country-man to find One hundred thirty Winters since the Flood The Earth one only Language understood Until the Son of Cush the Son of Cham A proud Cloud-scaling Tower began to frame Trusting that if the World again were drown'd He in his lofty building might rest sound All suture Floods he purpos'd to prevent Aspyring to Heavens glorious Battlement But High-Iehovah with a Pust was able To make ambitions Babel but a Bable These Shepherd Swains I send into your view Are thirty one a very worthy Crew Fifteen of them are Gentlemen of Note All of the renown'd Name of Scot Whereof Henry Scot in Palishil is one The youngest Shepherd Swain of all the name He 's natural Son unto that bold Barron Sir Iohn Scot the Knight of Ancrum Both wealth and wisdom his Father doth embrace And he abounds in Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the illustrious and worthy Gentleman Thomas Scot of Whitslade MOst worthy Sir I have with pain and labour took To search some Histories for this little Book I have it all gathered from thence Especially things of greatest consequence And though the Volumn and the Work be small Yet it does contain the sum of all To you I give it with a Heart most fervent And rests your humble and obedient Servant For Shepherd Swains they have been long The Glory of their Land The best of men has been a Swain Behold brave Tammerlane Then Walter Scot now of Todrick Since thou' rt a Gentleman I 'm sure thou'll not offended be To be call'd a Shepherds Swain Thy Father Thomas did the like Since he to Todrick came Thomas thy Good-sir was a Swain When he from Whitslade sprung Thy Grandsire brave Walter of Whitslade Was call'd the Hawk compleat A man of note and good report Yet had many Flocks of Sheep His Father Robert thy great Grandsir Of Stirches was design'd Because his Father Walter Scot Liv'd at Whitslade in his time He was a worthy Gentleman And kept a great Menzie There was ninety years past o're his head Before that he did die The rest of thy Genealogie I can you well declare They were all worthy Gentlemen But I will talk no mair To speak of Whitslades Family Or when it did begin It 's above two hundred years ago It was in the fourteen hundred eighty seven VValter the first of VVhitslade then VVas Hardin's elder Brother He married a fair comely Dame Daughter to the Laird of Riddel Robert his Father did succeed In Heretages Mains and Miln And married with one Rutherford Daughter to the Laird Hunthill His son Walter sharp as a Hawk For Valour he did pass He married with a comely Dame Daughter to Cavers of Dowglas His son Sir Walter Scot if I should forget I should be much to blame He married with Susanna Scot Daughter to the Laird of Thirlston And after her he married again Which I do know for truth Unto a very comely Lass Sister to Sir Iohn Scot of Newbrugh His son Robert Scot of worthy note Hollands Iean married he natural-Natural-daughter to Walter Lord of Buckcleugh She was a frugal Lady Sir Walter Scot brother to Robert He married a Lady fair Daughter to Sir Robert Stuart of Ormstoun Which is Brother to Iohn Earl of Traquair Thomas his Brother did him succeed A man of worthy fame A vertuous Lady he did wed Madam Mitchel was her name Thomas his son doth now remain The eight Laird of that part He 's married to a frugal Dame Daughter to Sir Iohn Hay of Park Thomas the last that of Whitslade we lost Was a man of good esteem He departed in the year of Grace Sixteen hundred and seventy one Sir Walter Scot his brother that At Innerkeithing was slain It was into the year of Grace Sixteen hundred and fifty one His brother Robert that bold Baron It was an woful hour At Yorks great Fight he lost his life In the sixteen hundred and fourty four Their Father brave Sir Walter Scot The chief of Chivalry In the sixteen hundred twenty eight year At Whitslade he did die Of Whislades worthy Family I will no further dite For he does know assuredly I can neither Read nor Write Ulysses was a happy man of men In that his acts were writ with Homer's pen And Virgil wrote the Actions of the glory Of brave AEneas and his wandring Story The Shepherds live and thus they end their lives With good and brave and just prerogatives Dedicated to that worthy Gentleman Iohn Scot of Wall Broihergerman to Sir William Scot of Hardin elder MOst worthy Sir Into your hands I give The sum of that which makes me be so brief I humbly crave acceptance at your hand And rests your Servant ever to command Since I 've begun I hope to make an end And as I can my Shepherd Swains defend For Walter Scot of Wall These Lines I do design For there are many Gallants That have Shepherds been Romes fond Romulus was bred and fed 'Mongst Shepherds where his youthful days he led The Persian Monarch Cyrus he did pass His youth with Shepherds and a Shepherd was Wherefore I humbly thee intreat If I do call thee Shepherd not to sret For I know ye are all Gentlemen To the seventh or eight Generation And I will do to you that I 'le not do to others For I 'le describe you both your Fathers and Mothers Because erroneous Liars the old Famil did not ken Call'd Harden this and that said they 're not Gentlemen Wherefore I will at William begin Brother-german to Walter of Sinton Who was a man of great command He enjoy'd all Sintons Lordship And the Beat-up Land He was the son of George Who did enjoy the same So did his Father his name was Iohn George left his second son it is most clear 'Twixt four and five thousand merks a year Into that Possession at that time I know not what Charter and Evidence was then Yet to let misbelieving people ken These Lands as they ly I will design Therefore William was a valiant man Who was the first Laird of Hardin In his possession he had then no less Nor Hardin Totshaw Mebenlaw and High-chesters With Todrick which good Sheep afford VVester-Essenside Burn-foot and Sheils-wood These were the Lands I do explain That George of Sinton gave his son VVilliam VVhy should ramping Liars blast
express To be her Father Labans Shepherdess Meek Moses whom the Lord of Hosts did call To lead his People out of AEgypts thrall Whose power was so much as none before Or since his time hath any mans been more Within the Sacred Text it plainly appears That he was Iethroes Shepherd twenty years Heroick David Iesses youngest Son Whose Acts immortal memory hath won Whose valiant vigour did in pieces tear A furious Lyon and a ravenous Bear Who arm'd with faith and fortitude alone Slew great Goliath with a slinging stone Whose Victories the People sang most plain Saul hath a thousand he ten thousand slain He from the Sheep-fold came to be a King Whose Fan e for ever through the VVorld shall ring He was another Type of that most High That was and is and evermore shall be For our protection and his mercies sake Those that will read the sacred Text and look With diligence throughout that heavenly Book Shall find the Ministers have Epithets And named Angels Stewards VVatch-men Lights All Builders Husband-men and Stars that shine Inflamed with the Light that is Divine And with these Names within that Book compil'd They with the stile of Shepherds are instil'd Thus God the Seer and Son the Scriptures call Both Shepherds Mystical and Literal And by similitudes comparing do All Kings and Church-men bear that title too Wise and unscruteable Omniscient Eternal Gracious and Omnipotent In love in justice mercy and in might In honour power and glory Insinite In works in words in every attribute Almighty All commanding Absolute For whoso notes the Letters of the Name Iehovah shall perceive within the same The vowels of all tongues included be So hath no name that e're was named but He. And I have heard some Scholars make relation That H is but a breathing aspiration A Letter that may be left out and spared Whereby is clearly to our sight declared That great Iehovah may be written true With only vowels a e i o u. And that there is no word but this That hath them alone but only this So that the Heaven with all the mighty host Of Creatures there Earth Sea or any Coast Or Climat any Fish or Fowl or Beast Or any of his VVorks the most and least Or thoughts or words or writing with the pen Or deeds that are accomplished by men But have some of these Letters in them all And God alone hath all in general By which we see according to his will He is in all things and does all things fill And all things said or done he hath ordain'd Some part of his great Name 's therein contain'd All future present and all past things seing In Him we live and move and have our being Almighty All and all in every where Eternal in whom change cannot appear Immortal who made all things mortal else Omnipotent whose Power all power excels United three in one and one in three Iehovah unto whom all glory be Besides the learned Poets of all times Have chanted out their Praises in pleasant Rhimes The harmless lives of rural Shepherd Swains And beauteous Shepherdesses on the Plains In Odes in Roundelays and Madrigals In Sonnets and in well penn'd Post'rals They have recorded most delightfully Their Loves their Fortunes and Felicity And sure it in this low terrestrial round Plain honest Happiness is to be found It with the Shepherds is remaining still Because they have least power to do ill And whilst they on their Feeding flocks attend They have the least occasions to offend Ambition Pomp and Hell-begotten Pride And damned Adulation they deride The complemental-slatt'ry of Kings Courts Is never intermix'd amids their sports They seldom envy at each others state Their love and fear is Gods the Devil 's their hate In weighty Business they not mar or make And cursed Bribes they neither give nor take They are not guilty as some great men are To un lo their Merchant and Embroiderer Nor is 't a Shepherds Trade by night or day To swear themselves and never pay He 's no State-plotting Matchivilian Or Project-Monger Monopolitan He hath no Tricks or Wiles to circumvent Nor fears he when there comes a Parliament He never wears Cap nor bends his Knee To feed Contention with an Advocats Fee He wants the Art to Cog Cheat Swear and ly Nor fears the Gallows nor the Pillory Nor cares he if great men be Fools or Wise If Honour fall and base dishonour rise Let Fortunes mounted Minions sink or swim He never breaks his Brains all 's one to him He 's free from fearful Curses of the Poor And lives and dies content with less or more He doth not waste the time as many use His good Creators creatures to abuse In drinking such ungodly Healths to some The veriest Canker-worms of Christen dome My Lord Ambition and my Lady Pride Shall with his quaffing not be magnified Nor for their sikes will he carouse and feast Until from Man he turn worst than a Beast Whereby he 'scapes vain Oaths and Blasphemy And Surfeits Fruits of drunken Gluttony He 'scapes occasion unto Lusts pretonde And so escapes the Pox by consequence Thus doth he hate the Parator and Proctor The Apothecary Chirurgeon and Doctor Whereby he this Prerogative may have To hold while he be laid into his Grave Whilst many that his betters far have been Will very hardly hold the laying in Crook Blanket Terkit Tarriur-tike call'd Crouse Shall breed no Iars into the Parliament House Thus Shepherds live and thus they end their lives Adorn'd and Grac'd with those Prerogatives And when he dies he leaves no wrangling Heirs To Law till all be spent and nothing theirs Peace and Tranquillity was all his life And dead his Goods shall breed no cause of strife Thus Shepherds have no Places Means or Times To fall into these Hell-deserving Crimes Which Courtiers Lawyers Tradesmen men of Arms Commit unto their Souls and Bodies harms And from the Shepherds now I turn my Stile To ' sundry sort of Sheep another while The Lambs that in the Iews Passover died Were Figures of the Lamb that 's crucified And Esay doth compare our heavenly Food To a Sheep which dumb before the Shearer stood Whose death and merits did this title win The Lamb of God which freed the World from sin The Anagram of Lamb is blame and blame And Christ the Lamb upon him took our blame His precious Blood God's heavy Wrath did calm 'T was the only balme for sin to cure the same All Power and Praise and Glory be therefore Ascribed to the Lamb for evermore And in the fourscore Psalm we read That like a Sheep our God doth Ioseph lead Again of us he such account doth keep That of his Pasture we are called Sheep And every day we do confess almost That we have err'd and stray'd like Sheep that 's lost Our Saviour that hath bought our Souls so dear Hath said his Sheep his Voice will only hear And thrice did Christ unto