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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

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

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

Show mee what griefe disasters in thee breede Thy sight poore wretch telles me thou hast no pleasure In Rest in Toyle in Life nor worldlie treasure So happie thou sit downe heere by my side And rest thy selfe thy paine is wondrous sore For I I still in this one place doe bide But thou all-where thy Pennance dost explore Thou neuer supst nor dynst into one parte Nor ly'st two nightes vnchanging of thine airte Thy life is harde I must confesse deare Brother For where I liue my Friendes dwell heere about mee But in thy chaunge thou seest now one now other And all are Strangers that each day may doubt thee I judge the cause of this good GOD relieue thee To see a Soule so vext it quite doth grieue mee My solitarie life is harde indeede And I chastize my selfe with hungrie Fare On Hearbes raw Rootes on Snailes and Frogges I feede And what GOD giues mee freelie I it share Three dayes in eight I fast for my Soules better And in this time I feede on Bread and VVater All this is nought to thine with mine I rest For thou must toyle and fast against thy will If it fall late then thou must runne in haste To seeke thy Lodging fortunate but Skill I haue the shelter of this Her'mitage But vniuersall is thy Pilgrimage Alace deare Sonne I mourne to see thy life Though in the passions of thy paines thou joyes VVouldst thou turne Hermite thou mightst end thy strife My Fare is rude but Prayer mee imployes Rest rest and rest the Heauens as soone they wonne That rest with mee as they all-where that runne Yet I confesse thy Pennance doth exceede My merite farre wonne by these austiere meanes For thou with Turkes and Paganes eat'st thy Bread Hast feare of death when thou none other weanes They plague thy Purse and Hunger plagues thy Bellie VVhiles in this Cottage I contentment swellie I see no stormie Seas vvhere Pirates liue No Murthrer dare encroach vpon my State I feare no Thiefe nor at wilde Beastes doe grieue I neede not buy nor spende nor lende nor frate All these and manie moe attende thy wayes Ah poore slaine Pilgrime so the Hermite sayes Thou seemst to bee of some farre Northerne Nation And I doe maruell that thou walkst alone Good Companie should bee thy chiefe Solation For thou hast Plaines and Hilles to wander on Long VVoods and Desartes eu'rie where must finde Hadst thou a second thou hadst a quiet minde But wandring Sonne these thinges no more I touch I must refresh thee with some Hermites cheare For I poore I can heere afforde but such As Hearbes raw Rootes browne Bread and VVater cleare Yet if thou wilt conceale this gift of mine I haue good Flesh good Fish good Bread good Wine Although to common Pilgrimes I not show it Yet for Ierusalem which thou hast seene Thou shalt haue part although the VVorld should know it Thou art as holie as euer I haue beene So welcome Sonne welcome to mee I sweare Thou shalt finde more with mee than Tauerne cheare Heere on this greene growne Hill I spreade my Table VVell couerd ou'r with Leaues of diuerse sortes VVho say that Hermites fast is but a fable VVee haue the best the Peasantes haue the Ortes And Pilgrime holde thy peace wee shall bee merrie For heere 's good VVine which tastes of the true Berrie Fill and content thy long desires apace And bee not shamefast Pilgrimes must bee forthie VVee Hermites seldome vse to say a Grace To pray too much at Meate that 's vnworthie And what thou leau'st thy Budget shall possesse I cannot want when thou mayst finde distresse And there a Carrouse of the sweetest Wyne That growes twixt Piemont and Callabrian shore Hast thou enough nowe tell me all is thine When this is done I 'le finde another Bore And giue me out thy Callabast to fill That thou mayst drinke when thou discends this hill Thus pensiue Pilgrime thy humble Hermite greetes thee And yet me thinkes thou lookes not like a Frater If thou be Catholike my Soule shee treats thee For this good worke of mine to say a Pater Thou seemes to smyle and will not fall a Prayer I lay my life thou art a meere betrayer O Pilgrimagious sonne now faith I knowe thee At Mount Serata nyne yeares past and more I askd at thee VVhat wast thou VVho did owe thee And thou reply'd A stranger seeking Ore I answer'd Hermits neuer keepe no Golde O Pilgrime now on faith now you are solde How dar'st thou man within our bounds repare An Hereticke would make a Christian show Hast thou no conscience for thy Soule to care There is but one way to the Heauens wee know And wilt thou liue a Schismatike or Atheist No rather Pilgrime turne with mee a Papist Our ghostly father Christes Vicare on earth Is highly with thy old done deeds displeased And I doe knowe for all thy showe of mirth If thou be found these trickes can not be meased A suddaine blast will blow thee in the aire Therefore when free to saue thy life beware And yet it seemes thou car'st not what I speake But thinkes me damn'd for all my poore profession I stand in doubt my selfe the trueth I seeke And of my life there is my true confession When I was young luxurious vice I lou'd Libidinous abhominablely mou'd I know thou knowst what Priests doe with young boyes It is a common sinne in young and old O strange gainst Nature man his lust employes They seeme as Saincts and Hell-hounds are enrold Their filthie deeds make my poore conscience tremble And with Religion gainst my heart dissemble I will be plaine I am thy Countrey man And father Thomson is my Christiane name In Angus was I borne but after when I left the Schooles to Italy I came And first turn'd Frier of great Sainct Francis Order But loathing that turn'd Hermite on this Border Know'st thou Father Mophet that Iesuit Priest As I heare say hee lay in Prison long It 's saide that once hee should haue thee confest If not the VVorldes wide voyce doth thee wrong And Father Crichton is hee yet aliue For Lecherie they say hee could not thriue And I heare say that Father Gray is dead And Father Gordon drawes neare to his Graue And Father White at Rhynsberg hath great neede And Father Browne would seeme to play the Knaue And Father Hebron wee call Bonauenture Hee studies more than his Wittes well may venture They say Father Anderson hath left Rome For strife which in our Scots Colledge fell out And Father Leslie hee doth brooke his Roome There none of them dealt honestlie I doubt Our young Scots Studentes they hunger to the heart The Pope allowes good meanes and they it part That Iesuit Greene in Wolmets is come rich And Father Cumming in Venice's gone madde And Lylle at Bridges is become a VVretch For Ogelbie alace I must bee sadde They say at Glasgow hee was hanged there Hee 's now a