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

prodigious Night Lendes Breath vnto my long-worne wearie Strife And from thy Beames my Darknesse borrowes light To cheare the Day of my desired Life So Great Apollo as thou shin'st so fauour That I mongst thousands may Thy Goodnesse fauour Great Pious Paterne Patrone of Thine owne This rauisht Age admires Thy Vertuous VVayes VVhose Princelie Actes Remotest partes haue knowne And wee liue happie in Thine happie Dayes Thy VVisdome Learning Gouernment and Care None can expresse their Merites as they are Long mayst Thou raigne and long may GOD aboue Confirme Thine Heart in Thy Great Kinglie Loue. The most Humble and Ingenochiat Farewell of WILLIAM LITHGOW To the High and Mightie Prince CHARLES Prince of Great Britane c. LOe heere braue Prince I striue thy Worth to prayse But cannot touch the least of thy Desertes I showe good-will let brauer Spirits rayse Thy Name thy Worth thy Greatnesse and good partes Late famous Henry did not leaue the earth The Heauens esteem'd the Earth too base for him Till thou his second selfe in blood in birth Hadst strength to his most Princely parts to clim Sweet youth in whome thy Grandsires worth reuiues And noble vertues are renew'd againe In Thee the hope of that Succession liues VVhose braue beginning cannot ende in vaine Most hopefull Image of thy vertuous Sire And greatest Hope of that renowned Race These Unite Kingdomes limite thy desire From seeking Conquest in a Forraine place This Noble Yle yeeldes matter in such store For thy braue Sprite to gaine a glorious Name And rayse thy State all Europe yeeldes no more Heere stay and striue to match thy Fathers Fame VVho knowes but thou resembling him in face Mayst one day liue to equall him in Place So euer Happie Prince I humblie bring This Eccho of Farewell Farewell I sing Your Highnesse most prostrate and Obsequious Oratour WILLIAM LITHGOW To the most Reuerende Fathers in GOD My Lordes Archbishops of Sainct Andrewes and Glasgow c. And to the rest of the Reuerēd L. Bishops of Scotland I Scorne to flatter and yee Reuerende Lords I know as much abhorre a flattring name What in my power this simple meane affords I heere submit before your eyes the same I haue small Learning yet I learne to frame My VVill agreeing to my wandring Mind And yee graue Pillars of Religious fame The onlie Paternes of Pietie wee find How well is plant our Church and what a kind Of Ciuill Order Policie and Peace VVee haue since Heauens your Office haue assign'd That Loue aboundes and bloodie jarres they cease Mechanicke Artes and Vertues doe increase The Crowne made stronger by your Sprituall care Yee liue as Oracles in our learned Greece And shine as Lampes throughout this Land all where The stiffe-neck'd Rebelles of Religion are By you press'd downe with vigilance but rueth So liue great Lightes and of false VVolues beware Yee sound the Trumpets of Eternall Trueth And justlie are yee call'd to such an hight To helpe the VVeake defend the poore mans Right So sacred Columnes of our chiefest VVeale I humblie heere bid your great VVorths farewell Your Lo. euer deuouted Oratour to his death WILLIAM LITHGOW To his euer-honoured Lords the right noble Lords ALEXANDER Earle of DVMFERMELING Lord Fyuy Great Chanceller of SCOTLAND c. THOMAS Lord BINNIE Lord President of the Colledge of Iustice and his Maiesties Secretarie for Scotland c. And to the rest of the most Iudicious and honourable Lords tho Iudges and Senatours of the high Court and Senate of this Kingdome c. AS thou art first great Lord in thy great worth So thou dost liue a Loadstarre to this North Next to our Prince in all supreme affaires Art chiefest Iudge and greatest wrong repairs A second Solon on the Arch of Fame Makes Equitie and Iustice seale thy name And art indued with Faculties diuine From whose sage Breast true beames of Vertue shine Out of thy fauour then true Noble Lord. To this my Orphane Muse one looke afford AND PRESIDENT lest flattrie should bee deem'd I scarce may sing the height Thou art esteem'd Euen from thy Birth auspicuous Starres fore-tolde That mongst the Best thy Name should bee enrolde The source of Vertue who procures true peace A third Licurgus in this well-rul'd Greece VVhom Learning doth endeare and wisdome more That Atlas-like supportes our Senate glore Then as thine honours in thy merit shine Vouchsafe graue Lord to fauour this propine AND yee the rest Sage SENATOURS who swey The course of Iustice whome all doth obey VVhose wisest censures vindicates vnright To you I bring this Mite scarce worthie sight Yee doe the cause the person not respect And simple Ones from Proudlinges doe protect The VViddow findes her Right the Orphane sort And VVeaklinges yee with Iustice doe comfort Yee with euen handes Astraeas Ballance holde Iudges of Right and Lampes of Trueth enrolde Long may yee liue and flourish in that Seate Patrones of Poore and Pillars of the State That Iustice Law Religion Loue and Peace By your great meanes may in this Land encrease Your Lo. most Afold and quotidian Oratour WILLIAM LITHGOW To the truely noble and honourable Lord IOHN EARLE OF MARRE c. Lord high Thesaurer of SCOTLAND c. AMongst these VVorthies of my worthlesse paines I craue thy VVorth would Patronize my Quill VVhich granted then O there 's my greatest gaines If that your Honour doth affect good-will And whiles I striue to praise thy condigne parts Thy selfe the same more to the VVorlde impartes Though noblie borne thy vertue addes thy fame And greater credite is 't when man by merit Attaines the title of True Honoures Name Than when voide cyphers doe the same inherit For Fortune frownes when Clownes beginne to craue And Honour scornes to stoupe vnto a slaue Euen as the shade the substance cannot flee And Honour from true Vertue not degrade Though thou fleest Fame yet Fame shall follow thee For Power is lesse than VVorth VVorth Power made And I I wish GOD may thy Race preserue So long as Sunne and Moone their Course conserue Your L. low prostrate Oratour WILLIAM LITHGOW To the Magnanimous Renowned and most Valourous Lorde IOHN Earle of MONTROSE LORD GRAHAME c. GRant this graue Lord to patronize my paines This my Conflict before thine eyes I bring If thou affect good will O there 's my gaines I show my best though plaine the trueth I sing A two-folde debt mee bindes Thy Worth Thy Name That still protectes all them that heght a GRAHAME So Noble Earle accept these small Effectes Thy Vertue may draw Vales ou'r my Defectes To lift thy worth on admirations eye It farre exceedes the reach of my engine But this great Lord I dare attest to thee While breath indures this wandring breast is thine And that great loue I found in thy late Sire I wish the Heauens the same in thee inspire And as his late renowne reuiues his name So imitate his life increase his fame That thou when dead

Martyr so Romane VVrits declare That Veizen Bishop of the Chissome Blood Hath Noble Partes and worthie of his Breath Hee is benigne and kinde and still doth good To Passengers vnasking of their Faith And Curate Wallace is a louing Priest But Father Rob at Antwerpe playes the Beast Thou canst not tell how Signior Ferrier grees VVith Dauid Chambers where in Rome they dwell Ferrier is false and takes the Pilgrimes Fees And Chambers makes a show the Pope to tell They say in Rome as manie Scots they bee The one high hanged would the other see Alace if I might safelie Home returne My Conscience knowes the time that I haue spent And if they would accept mee I should mourne In publicke show and priuate to repent Alace alace wee 're Hypocrites each one VVee make a Show Religion wee haue none So to bee briefe deare Friende my Counsell take Treade not in Italie Portugall or Spaine These Hellish Priestes of whom I mention make VVill striue to catch thee to thy deare-bought paine Goe all-where else but not within those Boundes These Gospellers are blooddie hunting Houndes So farewel sonne GOD guide thee where thou wanders And saue thy Soule from harme thy Life from slanders To the Noble Illustrious and Honourable LORDES LODOWICKE DVKE OF LENNOXE c. IAMES MARQVES OF HAMMILTON c. GEORGE MARQVES OF HVNTLEY c. TO you great three three greatest next our Crowne This smallest mite though weake in meane I bring Three Noble Peeres true Objects of Renowne Strong Columnes still to whom the Muses sing Two in the West diuided by a Flood The other Patrone in the North for good First thou braue Duke on Clydes North-coasted Bankes The Lennoxe Landes thy chiefest Stile their Glore Dost there illustrate all inferiour Rankes Foorth from thy loue their standinges settle more Thrise happie Duke in whome the Heauens enshrine True humane Vertues Faculties diuine And now bright Pole of our Antarticke Clyde Mirrour of Vertue Glorie of these Boundes In thee the Worths of thine Ancestors byde VVhose Greatnesse Honour to this Land redoundes So as thou liu'st great Marques great in Might This Albions Orbe admire adore thy sight And thou Chiefe Marques in the Noble North Their Articke-Splending Light their Hemi-spheare VVhat shines in thee But wonders of great worth For from thy selfe true Chrystall Giftes appeare The glorious GORDONS Guerdon of thy Name Thou art their Trophee they maintaine thy Fame Thus in you three three matchlesse Subjectes great I humblie heere intombe my Muse my Paines Next to our triple Lampes your triple State Is plac'd in which true honourd VVorth remaines So from your Greatnesse let some fauour shine To shaddow my Farewels my rude Engine Your Lo. most Obsequious c. William Lithgow AN ELEGIE Containing the Pilgrimes most humble Farewell to his Natiue and neuer conquered Kingdome of SCOTLAND Tu vero O mea Tellus Genitorum Patria Vale Nam viro licet plurimum malis obruatur Nullum est suavius solum quam quod nutriuit eum To thee O dearest Soyle these mourning Lines I bring And with a broken bleeding Breast my sad Farewell I sing Nowe melting Eyes dissolue O windie Sighes disclose The airie Vapoures of my griefe sprung from my watrie woes And let my Dying-day no sorrow vncontrole Since on the Planets of my Plaintes I moue about the Pole Shall I O restlesse I still thwarting runne this round Whiles resting Mortalles restlesse Mount I mouldarize the ground And in my wandring long in pleasure paine and griefe Begges mercie of the mercielesse of sorrow sorrowes chiefe Sith after two Returnes my merites are forgot The third shall ende or else repaire my long estranging Lot Then kindlie come distresse a Figge for Forraine care I gladlie in Extreames must walke whiles on this masse I fare The Moorish frowning face the Turkish awfull brow The Sarasene and Arabe blowes poore I must to them bow These Articles of Woe my Monster-breeding paine As Pendicles on my poore state vnwisht for shall remaine Thus fraught with bitter Cares I close my Malecontentes Within this Kalendar of Griefe to memorize my Plaintes And to that VVesterne Soyle where Gallus once did dwell To Gallowedian Barrons I impart this my Farewell A Forraine Debt I owe braue Garlees to thy worth And to my Genrous Kenmure Knight more than I can sing forth To Bombee I assigne lowe Homage for his loue And to Barnebarough kinde wise a breast whiles breath may moue Vnto the worthy Boyde in Scotland first in France I owe effectes of true good-will a low-laide countenance And thou graue Lowdon Lord I honour with the best And on the Noble Eglinton my strong affections rest Kilmaers I admire for quicke and readie wit And graue Glencarne his Father deare on honours top doth sit And to thee gallant Rosse well seene in Forraine partes I sacrifice a Pilgrimes loue amongst these Noble heartes From Carlile vnto Clyde that Southwest shore I know And by the way Lord Harreis I remembrance duelie owe. In that small progresse I surueying all the VVest Euen to your Houses one by one my Lodging I adrest Your kindnesse I imbrac'd as not ingrate The same I memorize to future times in eternized fame Amongst these long Goodnightes farewell yee Poets deare Graue Menstrie true Castalian fire quicke Drummond in his spheare Braue Murray ah is dead Aiton supplies his place And Alens high Pernassian veine rare Poems doth embrace There 's manie moe well knowne whome I cannot explaine And Gordon Semple Maxwell too haue the Pernassian veine And yee Colledgians all the fruites of Learning graue To you I consecrate my Loue enstalde amongst the leaue First to you Rectors I and Regentes homage make Then from your spiring Breasts braue Youths my leaue I humbly take And Scotland I attest my Witnesse reignes aboue In all my Worlde-wide wandring wayes I kept to thee my Loue To manie Forraine Breastes in these exyling Dayes In sympathizing Harmonies I sung thine endlesse Prayse And where thou wast not knowne I registred thy Name Within their Annalles of Renowne to eternize thy Fame And this twise haue I done in my twise long Assayes And now the third time thrise I wil thy Name vnconquerd raise Yea I will stampe thy Badge and seale it with my Blood And if I die in thy Defence I thinke mine Ende is good So dearest Soyle O deare I sacrifice now see Euen on the Altar of mine Heart a spotlesse Loue to thee And Scotland now farewell farewell for manie Yeares This Eccho of Farewell bringes out from mee a world of teares Magnum virtutis principium est ut dixit paulatim exercitatus animus visibilia transitoria primum commutare ut postmodum possit derelinquere Delicatus ille est adhuc cui patria dulcis est fortis autem jam cui omne solum patria est perfectus vero cui mundus exilium est FINIS

Prouidence mistrustes Hee gapes for Pelfe and still in Auarice burnes And hauing all hath nothing but his Lustes Insatiate still backe to his Vomite turnes Vilde Dust and Earth belieu'st thou in a Shadow VVhose high-tun'd Prime falles like a new mowne Medow I grieue to see the VVorld and VVorldling playing The VVretch puft vp is swell'd with Hellish griede The Worlde deceiues him with a swift assaying And as hee standes hee cannot take good heede But for small Trash must yeelde eternall paying And dead another enjoyes what hee got And spendes vp all whiles hee in Graue doeth rot To see thy Plagues false Worlde I breake mine heart I 'me tost hee crost another lost and most To see a wretch for gaine his Soule decart Men in themselues such blyndnes haue ingrost To flee their good and follow fast their smart Away vaine world blest I disdaines thy sight VVhose sugred snares breed everlasting night And when I haue seene most part of thy glore Great Kingdomes Ylandes statelie Courtes and Townes Herbagious Fieldes the Pelage-beating Shore And georgeous showes of glorious renownes Faire Floods strong Forts greene VVoods and Arabe Ore I crie out from my griefe with watrie eyes All is but vaine and vaine of vanities So welcome Heauen with thine eternall Ioyes VVhere perfect pleasure is and aye hath beene This Masse below is lode with sad annoyes No rest for mee till I thy glore haue seene So put a period to my toyles and toyes I loathe to liue I long to see my death I die to liue Sweete IESUS haue my Breath Ah whither am I carry'd thus to mourne To breake with griefe the powers of my Breast There where I ende to that ende I returne And still renew the Accentes of vnrest VVhiles in my selfe mine onelie selfe I burne VVhiles frozen colde whiles fierie hote I grow I come I flee I stay I sinke I flow No no poore heart my spirit sadlie spoke Leaue off these Passions of extreame conceate And learne to beare with patience this thy Yoke VVhich from aboue is sent not from thy fate For the Creator hath the Creature stroke Bee steadfast still despaire not for annoyes They are the tryall of thy future joyes So VVorlde farewell I haue no more to say Tort mee and tosse mee as thou wilt I care not I hope that once I shall triumph for aye And so to plague mee heere O VVorlde then spare not My Night 's neare worne and fast appeares my Day O Ioye of chiefest Ioyes receiue my Soule And in thy Bookes of Life my Name enroule Heere endeth the Pilgrimes Lamentado In his second Pilgrimage A H To the Right Honourable Ladie LADIE MARIE Countesse of Home c. MY seruile Muse low prostrate spreads her Rayes To the great Dame HOMES quintessence of fame The Noble Merse admire thy vertuous wayes And as amaz'd yeeld homage to the same The Vestall-Maides in honour of a Dame Are saide to feast Minerva and great Ioue But Thou beyonde great Dames deseru'st a Name VVhose Breast is fraught with nought but loyall loue O strange a Dame should from her Soyle remoue And though franchizd a Stranger in some kinde In this Thy Course the Heauens thy VVorth approue To show these matchlesse Fruites of thy chaste Minde So Countesse so All HOMES in Thee finde light Thou doest reuiue the Day seem'd once their Night Then blest art Thou in Thy ●ue Babes or rather More blest Thy Lord in Thee and them a Father Your La. most humble seruant WILLIAM LITHGOW To the right Honorable Lord MY LORD SHEFFIELD President of Yorke c. IF not ingrate I must recall thy VVorth Which binds my brest to memorize thy name And if I could doubtlesse I would set foorth Thy great desert to liue in endlesse fame In passing by at Yorke cras'd I halfe lame Had hap to finde thy noble heart so kinde Great thankes Braue Lord I yeelde thee for the same First to thy Gen'rous then judicious Minde Thy Breast well read in Histories I finde But more Religious in a Godlie course To Vertue and to Humane workes inclin'd Thou bound to them they finde in thee secourse So as thou worthie liu'st of thy good partes Thine Honour growes in conquering of Heartes Long mayst thou liue a Loade starre to the North That brauest Wittes may still thy prayse sing foorth Your Lo. euer c. WILLIAM LITHGOW The Pilgrimes Farewell to Edinburgh DEDICATE To the Right VVorshipfull Sir VVILLIAM NISBET of Deane Knight Lord Prouost o. And to the rest The right worthie Baylies and graue Magistrates of Edinburgh WHen Albions gēme great Britanes greatest glore Did leaue the South this Articke Soyle to see Entred thy Gates whole Miriads him before Glistring in Golde most glorious to the eye First Prouost Bailies Counsel Senate graue Stood plac'd in rāks their King for to receaue In richest Veluet Gownes they did salute him VVhere from his face appear'd true Princelie loue And in the midst of Noble Troupes about him In name of All Graue Haye a Speach did moue And being horst the Prouost rode along VVith our Apollo in that splendant Throng What joyfull signes foorth from thy Bosome sprang On thy faire Streetes when shin'd his glorious Beames Shrill Trumpets sound Drummes beat Bells lowd rang The people shout VVelcome our Royall IAMES And when drawne neare vnto thy Freedomes Right His Highnesse stayde and made thy Prouost Knight At last arriu'd at his great Pallace gate There facond NISBET enuiron'd with throng Made in behalfe of Citie Countrey State A learned Speach in Ornate Latine Tongue And thy strong Maiden-Forte impregnate Boundes Gaue out a world of Shottes strange thundring sounds The Mustring-day drawne on there came thy Glore To see thy gallant Youthes so rich arrayde In Pandedalian Showes did shine like Ore And statelie they their Martiall fittes displayde VVith Fethers Skarfs loud Drummes Colours fleeing First in the Front King IAMES they goe a seeing Their Salutations rent the Aire a sunder And next to them the Merchantes went in Order VVhose fire-flying Volleyes crackt like Thunder And well conveigh'd with Seargeantes on each border So rul'd so decent and so arm'd a sight Gave great contentment to their greatest Light The vvorthie Trades in rich approued Rankes In comelie Show vvith them they march'd along VVhose deafning Shottes resounded clowdie thankes For our Kinges VVelcome in their greatest Throng And in that noyse mee thought their honour'd Fates Proclaim'd That Trades maintain both Crowns States And more sweet Citie thou didst feast thy Prince Within a Glasen house vvith such delightes And rare conceites that few before or since Did see it paraleld in Forraine sightes And those Fire-workes on his Birth-day at night Gaue to thy Youthes more prayse thy selfe more light All these Triumphes and moe encrease thy Fame Which briefelie toucht prolixitie I shunne And for my part Great Metrapole thy Name All-where I 'le prayse as twise past I haue done And now I bidde with teares

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

tell Is fit for thee though not fit for thy Will And bee aduis'd Repentance comes too late He mournes in vaine that spendes both Time and State Pilgrime I loathe to liue long in a priuate place My Soyle I loue but I am borne to wander And I am glad when I Extreames imbrace Sweete Sowre Delightes must my Contentment rander So so I walke to view Hilles Townes and Plaines Each day new Sightes new Sightes consume all Paines Muse. Liue aye in Paines ambitious Pilgrime then Since thy proude Breast disdaines thy Mindes surrandring It 's thou who striu'st to ouer-match all men In Perrill Paines in Trauaile and in VVandring Striue still I feare that some Desasters grow Long swimme the Fish so long as VVaters flow Pilgrime Leaue off and boast no more no more I sing I rest resolu'd holde thou thy peace the while And to the EARLE MONTROSE I humblie bring Our mutuall CONFLICT in this barren Stile And so Illustrious Lord approue my saying Conuict my Muse and let mee goe astraying To this small Suite if that your Honour yeeldes Shee shall perforce with mee affront the Fieldes Heere endeth the Conflict betweene the Pilgrime and his Muse. A H To the Right honourable and Noble Lord ALEXANDER Earle Home Lord Dunglasse c. THese meane abortiue lines of my Lament On my low-bended knees I sacrifice them To thee on whome my greatest loue is bent They gladlie come and I doe authorize them And so this simple mite with loue receaue If thou affect good will no more I craue To paye the debt I owe of my great duetie Which in large bondes lies bound to thy great worth Is more than I can doe vnlesse by fewtie I striue though weake thy vertues to set foorth Yet for my debt my duetie and my prayer I 'me bound on earth and GOD will bee thy payer Thy noble feasting of our gracious King And kindlie wellcome to the ENGLISH Kinde O! had I time the trueth that I might sing Thy great desert a just reward should finde But my Farewelles mee poste yet by the way Thy Vertue in thy Worth triumphes each day Compendious workes on high stupendious thinges Which brauest wittes wring from inuentions braine No knowledge yeeldes but admiration bringes To vulgare sortes and to the wisest pane I sing but plainlie in Domesticke verse The watrie accents of a pilgrimes herse So worthy earle protect my Lamentado And done I scorne the wretched worlds Brauado Your Lo●most incessant Oratour WILLIAM LITHGOW THE PILGRIMES LAMENTADO In his second Pilgrimage OUt of the showrie shade of Sorrowes Teares VVhere in the darkest Pit of Griefe I lay I trembling come astonisht with these Feares Of stormie Fortune frowning on mee aye For in her fatall frownes my wracke appeares And from the concaue of my watrie Plaintes I powre abroade a VVorlde of Discontentes Shall I like Lemphos mourne to lengthen life O! I must mourne or else this Breath dissolues No greater paine than mine in-cloystred Strife VVhich Sea-waue-like to tosse mee still resolues For so the Passions of my Minde are rife There 's none like mee nor I like vnto none None but my selfe in mee my selfe must grone These joyes that I possess'd are backward fled My sweete Contentes to sowre Displeasure turnes My quiet Rest Ambition captiue led And where I dwell the Pagane there sojournes My Sommer Smiles on VVinter Blastes are spred All Loue-sicke Dreames of VVorldlie Ioyes are gone Mine Hopes are fled and I am left alone Alone I mourne in solitarie Songes And oft bewaile mine infranchized lotte The Heauens beare witnesse of my past Wronges Which best can judge how this blinde Worlde doth dote This pondred so my bleeding heart it longes To bee dissolu'd made free or ty'd more fast Vnto the Substance of a Shaddow past I wish and yet I cannot haue my will It 's onlie I must helplesse spende my Mones With out-run Teares mine out-worne Bedde I fill And Sighes disbende whiles I retaine sadde Grones Which both constrain'd conuert a sobbing ill So when my Malecontentes to Sorrow grew These pale Complaintes from my wanne Visage flew Ah haplesse I vnmatch'd in matchlesse Woe Plagu'd with the terrour of horrendious strokes Am Cretane-like transported to and froe Twixt Sandie Scylla and Charibdin Rockes Ship-wracke I finde where euer that I goe Though once I scalde the scope of my desire No sooner vp but all was set on fire Like Pha'ton young too fast my Sorrowes bred And bridle gaue when I should haue holde fast On the Pegasian winges poore I was led VVith course so swift made all my Pow'rs agast Till at the last I found that Fawnes mee fed Then tooke I breath and saw how I was rest The poorest man that in the worlde was left Meane-while I stroue against the strongest Streames VVhilst my small strength waxt weaker than a Stroe The Sunne dissolu'd in darke declining Beames And I in Moone-shine colde was tortred so That all my look'd-for Ioyes became but Dreames Still driuen backe from my transported Hope I rang'd the Hill could neuer reach the toppe Yet once I sate vpon the fatall VVheele Whiles that the second Round came round about Then fell I backward hanging by the Heele Astonisht of my Change I stoode in doubt If I should mount then fall more turninges feele VVhich when conceiu'd I euer swore to mount Ten thousand falles should neu'r my Breast confront I cannot fall no lower than the Earth From which I came and to the which must goe This borrowd Breath is but a glaunce of Mirth No constant life this trustlesse Worlde doth show The surest man the meanest stile in Birth Great Falles attende great Persons and their Glore For when they fall they cannot rise no more Care I for Golde I scorne that filthie Drosse It 's VVorldlinges God so Mundanes loue his sight Shall I despaire Or care I for my losse Although I want which once was mine by right No double on you waues still crosse on crosse I Camele-like beare all vpon my Backe And liue content and there 's the thought I take Yet fragile flesh is friuolous and proude Some sad disgust gaue mee this second toyle I sing but low I may not sing too lowde VVho winnes the Fielde may triumph in the Spoyle I vanquisht I must liue vnder the Shrowde Of farre-fled Fortune scattred to a Ragge Mine Haire-cloath Gowne my Burdon and my Bagge All Her'mite-like my Face ou'r-cled with Haire Once my faire Fielde is now turn'd VVildernesse I harbour'd Beautie within my full Moone Share VVhere nought restes now but VVrinckles of Distresse Europiane Sorrow and Asiaticke Care The Africke Threatninges and Arabiane Terrour Makes my pale Face become a bloodlesse Mirrour I Pennance make if Pennance could suffice I forward wrestle gainst all Forraine Care I still contende this wandring Breast to please I trauaile aye and yet I know not where Led with the VVhirle-winde and Furie of Unease And when I haue considred all my strife O happie

hee who neuer knew this life A life of sadnesse still to liue estranging A life of griefe turmoylinges and displeasure A life fastidious aye to run a ranging A life in bounding bondlesse Will no measure A life of tormentes subject to all changing A life of paine where fearfull Danger dwelles A life whose passions counter-match the Helles My Sommer Cloathing is my VVinters VVeede Times change and I I cannot change Apparrell The Spring 's my loathing and the Haru'st my neede Each Seasons course by monthlie fittes mee quarrell And in their Threatninges threaten to exceede From VVeeke to Day from Day to hourelie minute Still I opprest must pay my Passions tribute From tortring toyles to tortring feares amaine Poore I distrest am tost with great extreames VVhen I looke backe to see the VVorlde againe O what a clowdie show of eclips'd Beames I doe beholde and seene I them disdaine Heere mournes the Poore there foame the rich great From Swane to Prince I see no quiet state VVhat art thou VVorlde O VVorld a VVorlde of woes A momentanie shaddow of vaine thinges The Acheron of paine so I suppose A transitorie helper of Hirelinges VVhich nought but sorrowes to mine eyes disclose Opinion rules thy state selfe-loue thy lord To him who merites least doth most afford Thou traitour VVorlde art fraught with bitter cares Pride Spite Deceite Greede Lust ambitious Glore Thy dearest Ioyes depende vpon Despaires And still betrayes them most most thee implore Thy bound-slaues wrestle hurling in thy Snares VVhose course as VVinde instable is and reaues In crossing brauest Sprites aduancing Slaues I smile to see thy VVorldling puft in pride Though meanlie borne and no desert if rich Hee liues as if his mansion could not slide Such proude conceites deceiue thy sillie VVretch VVhiles in his blinde-folde humoures hee would bide And so they loue and I abhorre thy sight They dwell in darknesse and I liue in light Thou lead'st thy Captiues headlong into traines And in thy trustlesse show beguiles thy Louer VVho most affectes thee greatest are his paines Thy verded face contaminates thy proouer And with false showes besottes his braine-sicke braines So whilst thy mundane liues his gaines are losses And dead for loue of thee eternall crosses Thou seem'st without more brighter than the Golde Ten thousand vales of glistring showes decore thee But hee whose eyes once saw thine inward mould VVould loathe to liue so vainelie to adore thee VVhose counterfeit contentes are bought and solde A painted VVhore the Maske of deadlie sinne Sweete faire without and stinking foule within VVho puts trust in thee whome thou deceiu'st not VVho loues thy sight but thou conuerts't in death VVho sets his joyes on thee and him bereaues not VVho most is thine findes shortest time to breathe VVho cleaues most to thy loue and then him leaues not VVho would thee longest see what trouble choaks him VVho thee imbrace Enuie to wrath prouokes him Thy pleasures I compare vnto the flight Of a swift Birde which by a window glides A glaunce a twinckling a variable sight As dreames euanish so thy glorie slides VVhose thornie cares thy joyes downe-sway with weight And could thy wretch but learne to know the trueth Hee would contemne thee both in Age and Youth I see the changing course of thy selfe-gaine There one buyes the other buildes the thirde selles The fourth hee begges and the fifth againe Beginnes to seeke the path the first fore-telles For in thy fickle force thy craft showes plaine Thus restlesse man doth change and changing so If rich findes friendes if poore his friende turnes foe To sing of Honour and Preferment too I know thou knowst what I haue seene abroade Meane Lads made Lordes and Lordes to Lads must bow Such Fauourites on Noble Breastes haue trode As what Kinges doe the Heauens the same allow But heere 's the plague if dead ere they bee rotten Their Stiles their Names and Honoures are forgotten The Duke of Vrbine Count Octauious Lord Preferd this Youth though base in birth for beautie And vvas his Bardasse so the Tuscane word Doth beare and farre beyonde all Princelie duetie Aduancing him his Nobles did discord And when growne great his friendes began to hate him And at the last a Ponyarde did defate him So VVorlde beholde thy late Marshall of France Whom Mons. du Vitres pistolde through the head That Queene for priuate thinges did him aduance But in the ende his Honoures now lie dead VVho mountes without desert findes oft such chance O hee vvas great now gone vvhere liues his Fame Now neither Race nor Stile nor Rent nor Name I could recite an hundreth Upstartes moe VVhose meanest VVorth on greatest Glore was set Meane-while mine eyes admire their greatnesse so A suddaine change these blowne-vp Mineons get Time doth betray what Fortune oft le ts goe Soone ripe soone rotte when free liues most in thrall A suddaine rising hath a suddaine fall This worthlesse Honour that desert not reares Is but as fruitlesse showes which bloome then perish VVhere Merite buildes not that Foundation teares There 's nought but Trueth that can mans standing cherish This great Experience dayly now appeares VVhat one vpholdes another he downe casts This Gentle-blood doth suffer many Blasts I smyle to see some bragging Gentle-men That clayme their discent from King Arthur great And they will drinke and sweare and roare what then Would make their betters foote-stooles to their feet And stryue to bee applaus'd with Print and pen And were hee but a Farmer if hee can But keepe an Hound O there 's a Gentle-man But foolish thou looke to the Graue and learne How man lies there deform'd consum'd in dust And in that Mappe thy judgement may discearne How little thou in Birth and Blood shouldst trust Such sightes are good they doe thy Soule concerne VVer'st thou a Kinglie Sonne and Vertue want Thou art more brute than Beastes which Desarts hant And more vaine VVorlde I see thy great transgression Each day new Murther Blood-shed Craft and Thift Thy louelesse Law and lawlesse proude Oppression Thy stiffeneckt Crew their heads ou'r Saincts they lift And misregarding GOD fall in degression The VViddow mournes the Proude the Poore oppresse The Rich contemne the silly Fatherlesse And rich men gape and not content seeke more By Sea and Land for gaine run manie miles The Noblest striue for State ambitious Glore To haue Preferment Landes and greatest Stiles Yet neu'r content of all when they haue store And from the Sheepheard to the King I see There 's no contentment for a VVorldlie Eye O! is hee poore then faine hee would bee rich And rich what tormentes his great griede doth feele And is hee gentle hee striues moe Hightes t' touch If hee vnthriues hee hates anothers wee le His Eyes pull home what his Handes dare not fetch A quiet minde who can attaine that hight But either slaine by Griede or Enuies spight Man's naked borne and naked hee returnes Yet whiles hee liues GODS