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-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
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
for all poor Friends The Countes Sister did her succeed Then her Mother to London by Coach did hie And search't her a Husband beyond the Sea. A pretty youth and of High-birth By the Name of Graves that Boy did pass One Mr Ross his Pedagogue was In France in Holland and in Flanders When the truth was known and the Lad fetcht home King Charles the second 's bastard he prov'd to be And I believe his Maiden-head he begat him young on Mrs Barly A prety Lady I have her seen And very gallant in her time Sir Thomas Barly was her Sire A Knight that dwelt in Devonshire And after the Restauration When Charles the second came to his home The Weyms Countess and her Daughter young At London stay'd and the Youth fetch'd home Iames Scot he was call'd all along Which did continue certain moneths And then to Windsor did return Where he was made Duke of Monmouth King Edwards Badge he got the Order of the Garter Perform'd with great Solemnity and then to London did repair His Nuptial-day did then drew near To Charing Cross he did resort The King and Duke Royal did come there And most Nobles of the Court A most proper man he in time became As in any Princes Court was seen Ten thousand hearts they may lament That ever he should a Rebel been A Rebel he was in his time And did the Nation much perplex At his Invasion he was tane And his Head cut off with an ax In England now the Dutches Dwells Which to her Friends is a cursed Fate For if they Famish Starve or dy They cannot have a groat from that Estate The times of Old are quite forgot How Inferior Friends had still relief And how the worthiest of the Name Engadged themselves to hold up their Chief And in requital of their Love His Honor took of them such pain They never went unto the Law 'Gainst one another at any time In whose case or cause soever it was Debts Riots or Possessions Their Chief he was immediat Iudge The Lawyers got nought of them Times have been very troublesome Since these Rebellions first began Which was then but fourty eight years agone And then our Chief he was but young In the five and twenty year of 's age In the year of Grace fifty and two He rendered up his Steward-ship And had no Issue but Females two And as Dalila with Sampson dealt When she cry'd the Phillstines are thee upon Such cruel Despight Strife and Debat Remain into some bad VVomen She 's like a Gardo countenane'd like Bendo Cunning as Nilo peeping through a window Which put the wandring Iew in such amazment Seeing such a face look through the casement When Lora a Bull long nourished in Cocitus VVith Sulphur-horns sent by the Emperor Titus Asked a stegmatick peribestan question If Alexander ever lived Physician VVhen Helen was for Priamus Son a Mate From Greece by Parn and his Band VVhich caus'd the Greeks the Trojan minds abate Some curs't the Boyes and other some them ban'd The strumpet Queen which brought the burning Brand That Helen fir'd and wrak'd old Priamus Race And on their Names long living shame did brand For head-strong lust runs an unbounded race This beauteous piece whose feature radiant blaze Made Maenelaus horn mad war to wadge And set all Troy in a combustious bleeze VVhose ten years triumphs scarce was worth their wage For all their Conquests and their battering Rams Their leaders most return'd with heads like Rams Lo thus the burden of adulterous guilt A shoring vengeance Troy and Trojans saw No Age nor Sect no Beauty Gold nor Guilt VVithstood foretold Cassandrias secret fall She often said false Helens beauteous blast Should be the cause this mighty Grecians Power Their Names and Fames with Infamy should blast And how the gods on them would vengeance pour But poor Cassandra prophesied in vain The clamorous cryes were to the sensles Rocks The youths of Troy in mirry scornful Vein Securely sleeps whilst Lust the Cradle rocks Till bloody burning Indignation come And all their mirth with Mourning overcome Yet great 's the Glory in the Noble Mind Where Life and Death are equal in respect If Fates be good or bad unkind or kind Not proud in Freedom nor in Thral deject With Cóurage scorning Fortunes worst effect In spitting in foul Envyes cankered face True honor thus doth baser thoughts subject Esteeming Life a Slave that serves disgrace Foul abject thoughts become the mind that 's base That deems there is no better life than this Or after death doth fear a worser place VVhere guilt is payed the Guardian of a Miss But let swoln Envy swell untill she burst The noble mind defyes her do her worst The vulgar sort with open port Said the Scot had much renown That their Heretrix was intermixt VVith a Bastard of the Crown King Iames the fifth his bastard Son VVas of as much regard He married Buckcleugh's Relict He being but a Laird The bastard got into Scotland Was never of such renown To prosper as the English do They oft usurp their Crown King Arthur of the round Table Begotten was in Adultery And so was both King Edelstoun And William of Normandie But Scotlands loyal Nobility Is of a more rare degree Nor suffer any Bastard seed To claim Soveraignity Since the first Fergus began To King Iames the seventh We have had none but twain Of Bastards that usurp'd the Crown And short while they did Reign Gillis the Tyrant he was one King Evenus the first Bastard-son Codallus of Galloway cut him off In the second year of 's Reign Duncan the second usurp'd the Crown Malcolm the third his Bastard-son But from an Usurper he did it gain Which was from wicked Donald the seventh Mackpender then of Merns the Thane An Earl of high renown He brought King Duncan to his end Nine Months after he was crown'd The Bastard Kings of Scotland then Had but small Prosperity And for the future I hope none In Scotland shall ever be Then Edgar the just and lawful King Upon his Throne was set And anointed of Dunkels Bishop Whose name was Mr. Iohn Scot. Of Bastards I will speak no more Since I declar'd the truth My purpose now is to return And speak of bold Buckcleugh That worthy valiant Son of Mars That most illustrious one The United-Provinces him should blaze To Ages that's to 〈…〉 ome The year and time I must exprime That from Holland came he The Sixteen hundred and thirty three At London he did die In November Month to speak the truth It was our woful fate To the Bier many Friends came To see him ly in State The Nobles of the Court repair'd Clad in their sable Weed And Country-men in Flocks came in To see 's Herse when he was dead Patrick Scot then of Thirlston A worthy Gentleman He took the care of all Affairs Caus'd his Corps to be imbalm'd All being done that wit of man Could do or
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
brought from Cholcos into Greece Iohn Scot the Squire of Newburgh-hall Alias of Rennal-burn as men him call To the first Iohn Scot of Rennal-burn late He was the Son and Heir to his Estate Who was the Son of that Sir Iohn Scot of worth The Prince of Poets and Knight of New-burgh Chancer Glovet and Sir Thomas Moir And Sir Philip Sidney who the Lawral wear They never had a more Poetical Vein Than New-burgh's Iohn that was Mr. Arthurs Son. And Mr. Arthur was a learned Man Son to Simon Scot of New burgh than This Simon Scot's call'd Simon with the Spear Tutor of Thirlston was both for Peace and Wear That Simon Scot a bold and resolute Man He was Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston Iohn Scot of Thirlston My Guid-sir let me knaw He was Son to Dayid Scot of Howpaslaw That David Scot he did excell Mongst all Hunters he bore the Bell He did abound for wit and skill All his Associats did wear a Tod-tail Which they esteem most by their engadges More than French gallants do of their Plumages David of Howpaslaw he was the Son Of the first Sir Walter e're was of that Roum He was a man of Credit and Renown He Married Elliot Daughter to the Laird of Lariston David of Howpaslay Sir Walters Son He married with Scot a Daughter of Robertoun His Son Iohn Scot of Thirlston a man of worth He married Scot the Daughter of the Laird of Allenhaugh Iohns Son Robert was Warden in his time The fight of Roberts-hill he did gain He for his King and Countrey did maintain the Truth He married Scot Daughter to the Laird of Buckcleugh The first Sir Robert Scot of Thirlston was his Son He married Margaret daughter to the Laird of Cranston Sir Robert Scot his Son for whose death I mourn He married Lyon daughter to the Master of Kinghorn His death was sad to all his near Relations A worthy man was he And died without Succession Then Patrick Scot his Father-Brother Son Took on the designation of Thirlston A very worthy Courteous man was he He married Murray daughter to the Laird of Black-barony His Son Sir Francis Scot Knight-barronet of Thirlston Is now married to Ker daughter to William Earl of Louthian Of his Genealogy I said enough His Original it is of Buckcleugh Yet were it no more but so I dare be bold To think this Land doth many Iasons hold Who never yet did pass a dangerous wave Yet may with ease its Golden Fleeces have My little Book whoso doth intertain It 's dedicat to none but Gentlemen Sometimes to Old sometimes to Young Sometimes to the Father sometimes to the Son Sometimes to the great sometimes to the small So my Book it keeps no rule at all Dedicated to that worthy and compleat Gentleman Robert Scot second Son to Sir William Scot of Hardin UNlearned Azo Store of Books hath bought Because a Learned Schollar he 'l be thought counsel'd him that had of Books such store To buy Pypes Flutes the Viol and Bandore And then his Musick and his Learning share Being both alike with either might compare He did both beat his brain and try his wit In hopes thereby to please the Multitude As soon may ride a Horse without a Bit Above the Moon or Suns high altitude Then neither flattery nor the hope of Pelf Hath made me writ but for to please my self Thoug Sin and Hell work mortals to betray Yet 'gainst thy Malice God still arms thy way Thou canst be have amongst those Banks and Briers As well as he who to Cedars-top aspires Or to the lowest Cherub or Branch of Broom That hath its breeding srom Earths stumbling womb And now I talk of Broom of Shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a World of Trees are now my Leaders To prosecute this travel made with pain And make Comparison betwixt Trees and Men The Cedars and the High-clouds kissing Pines Foecunds Olives and tke crooked Vines The Elm the Esk the Oak the mastie Beech The Pear the Apple and the rough gound Peach And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitful and unfruitsul Tree For to proceed and shew how Men and Trees In Birth and Breed in Life and Death agrees In their beginning they have both one Birth Both have their natural being from the Earth Those that scape Fortune and the extreams of Love Unto their longest home by Death are drove Where Cesars Kesars subjects objects most Be all alike consum'd to dirt and dust Death eudeth all our cares or cares increase It sends us unto lasting pain or bless Where Honor is with Noble Vertue mixt It like a Rock stands permanent and fix't The snares of Envy or her traps of hate Could never nor shall ever hurt that state Like Adamant it beats back the battery Of spightful Malice and deceiving flattery For it with pride can never be infected But humbly is supernally protected A Supporter or Prop I wish Robert be As Rowlin call'd Robert was to Normandy Robert call'd Iohn-Fernyear was in Scotland So was Robert Bruce his revenging powerful hand I wish thee Health Wealth and Renown Without any expectation of a Crown This Dedication which to your hands takes Scop Concerns a Shepherd from Will Scot of Langup Who 〈◊〉 a Prudent Wise and civil Gentleman As many that lives in this part of the Land. Who sprung from a worthy Stock of late Who was named Iohn Scot of Langup Who was the Son I very well knew Of Iohn Scot of Headshaw And Iohn Scot we all do ken Was Son to George Scot of Sinton And George Scot called How-coat VVas Son of Sintons youngest VVat And young VVat was VValters Son That was Laird of Sinton whence Hardin sprung And Walter he was George Son And George he was the Son of Iohn For Walter and William was two-Brether His Name was George that was their Father My memory is Lord keeper of my Treasure And great understanding gives true Iustice measure To good to bad to just and to unjust Invention and Remembrance waits the leasure Of memory and understanding most Hath wisdom sor her fellow and her guide Else Princes Peers and Commons stray aside For William Scot in our south part of Greeces I wish may ne're want such as Iasons Golden Fleeces Dedicated to the Worthy and well-accomplished Gentleman William Scot of Rae-burn THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of Heavens Iust Merciful Almighty King By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made and all projected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice Flame Who is shall be one and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for Himself made Man Made not begotten or of humane Birth No Seir but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne're knew Child-hood or the Sucking-teat But at the first was made a Man compleat Whose inward Soul in God-like form did shine As Image of the Majesty Divine
of Credit left by him In Histories it 's often read That Kings sons have been Tradesmen bred Crispin and Crispianus the English sing Was son to Braenus the British King Of such a change men they may admire From a Crown to become a Cordiner If his Sons son did live to be a man And if that he did rightly play his Game Durst any Poultry Pismee call him down By Exclamation to be a Sutors son These idle Questionists and these Schismaticks I hold no better than rank Hereticks But this I think not well when honest Hearts Shall have this undervaluing Name without Deserts If every Hair upon the Heads of Men Were Quills and every Quill a Pen Were Earth to Paper turn'd and Seas to Ink And all the World were Writers yet I think They could not write enough of Mischiefs strain Calumnious Boasters Bloody tongued Men Of Persians Pagans Asians or Rome I need not write there 's Division enough at Home For the Elliots brave and worthy men Have been as much oppress'd as any Name I ken For in my own time I have seen so much odds No Elliot enjoy'd any Heretage but Dunlibire Fanash and Stobs Stobs being sine qua non and obedient to the truth A beloved Sister son to the Family of Buckcleugh Yet in the Border-side the Elliots did remain Since King Robert the first they with him from Angus came The Town of Elliot was their Antiquitie Which stands in Angus on the foot of Glenshie With brave King Robert the Bruce they hither came Which is three hundred and eighty years agone In west Tiviotdale these Gentlemen did dwell They were twelve great Families I heard my Goodsir tell Their Chief was then a Baron of renown Designed Reid-heugh which is now call'd Laristoun Stobs and Dunlibyre is of the antient kind Cobshaw Brugh Prickinhaugh and Gorinberries gone Yet there 's more Elliots by other Stiles that supplies their room Erckletoun it was long out of the Elliots name But now it is return'd to the self same again Elliot of Bewlies some say he 's not a Gentleman But I protest they do him wrong to his ninth Generation What if a man have sons three Procreat and born from one belly Can one of them be a Gentleman And another be a Pesants son He neither descends from Kill nor Mill He 's sprung from the Laird of Horsliehill Thereof his Grandsir was a younger brother-brother-son Though he was Servant to the Laird of Hardin Hardin the foresaid William did so much esteem That he in Marriage his Natural-daughter did gain And betwixt them two was procreat I must reveal That Robert Elliot that lived in Borthwick-sheil And Robert Elliot married a gentle Dame Hately from the Family of Mellarstain Betwixt them two was procreat sure Good Thomas Elliot in Borthwick-sheils That much reliev'd the Poor And Thomas Elliot married then The daughter of the Laird Chamberlain Newton And procreat betwixt them be William Elliot of Bewlie William Elliot of Bewlie ye understand the man He 's married with the sister of Scot of Sinton Who him callumniats with a mis-report I 'le say he is a Liar in his Throat For Romulus that builded Rome Was nurs'd upon a Bear yet was a Princes son The Father of the Faithful Abram Abel and Lot Were Shepherds in their time yet Types and Patriarchs The Schythian Shepherd a Conqueror compleat Tammerlane the great yet he attended Sheep He is but mala fama whatever be his Coyn That says that Bewlie is not a Gentleman Walter of Erckleton these mis-reports may clear For he was called nothing but Shepherd fourty year And yet he is the just and very man Whose Goodsir and Grandsir was Lairds of Erckleton Even though Horsliehill were to sell at this time And William Elliot were he that should it gain It were but a Suspension he had underline Being truely descended from that self same kind And though that his Grandsir was a Servant-man For the want of Means to the Laird of Hardin And he by his Service and good Husbandry Had purchased Means might set Horsliehill free But being not to sell he purchas'd other Lands Doth that make out that he 's not a Gentleman The Elliots of the Yare they are of that same kind And the Elliots of Selkirk they are of the same If Iames Elliot late of Bridgeheugh be a Gentleman Then William Elliot of Bewlie must needs be one For their Grandsirs were two Brother-sons Though in Occupation there was difference The one a Magistrat in Selkirk Town The other kept the Sheep upon the Doun The one did live by Polling of the Poor Being Magistrat was counted great Honour The other was a Shepherds Swain and reliev'd the Poor that came VVith Bed and Board though but a Servant-man Sixty years ago I have both heard and seen And knew that Robert Elliot was the Laird of Hardins man Yet he was the Poors reliefs For he fed and clad them both with Flesh and Fleece But for the Magistrat few Poor he did relieve He was still ready to take but never to give Sir Baillie if 't please your Worship Was the word of every one The other was Will or Hab Yet both from Brethren came Their foresaid Marriages they are set down by me To be a truth I will affirm and that they are no ly I have both eat and drunk and merry with them been All of them except the first William Which my Father knew and that very well To be of the Family of these of Horsliehill And since Horsliehill was thy Fore-fathers stile Bewlie it hath been the same for a pretty while And I still do wish that Stile do remain With thee and with thine till the period of time Yet pardon my Lines though they be out of frame For I could never any write but the Letters of my Name And although that they be not pleasant to the view Yet they are both honest modest chaste and true And though Iason fetch'd his Golden Fleece from Greece Thy Fleece in Scotland it is many Poors relief Dedicated to the very honourable and much respected generous Gentleman the Laird of Lariston COuld my unpractis'd Pen advance thy Name Thou should be mounted on the Wings of Fame Thy Ancestors they were of good renown They being all the Lairds of Lariston Into thy hands I do commit the sum Of Walter Elliot of Erckleton By Maxwels rage out of their hands it got And was possess'd by Cunninghame and Scot Now Providence has brought it back again To the Lineal heir of Elliots kind For Walter Elliot he was Adams son And Adams Goodsir was Laird of Erckleton Though they were suspended for an Age or twain The Lands return'd to Elliot of Muckildine He is the Laird of Erckletons Brother And Ianet Scot she is Muckildines Mother A worthy Wife she of long time hath been And hath fill'd many poor and hungry Womb She is my Friend therefore I do her ken She 's daughter to Iohn Scot
supplement These Shepherd Swains as I do understand Relieves more poor nor all the Lairds of the Land Their Butter Cheese their Milk their Whey Their Flesh and Wool they part continually That I dar say were there not such men Five thousand in the year would starve and pine God bless their Substance that helps the poor folks Messes And send them store of Wool to bring them Golden Pieces Dedicated to the worthy and much respected Gentleman Francis Gladstains of Whitlaw MOst worthy Sir do not disdain That I my Dream so oft explain Unto your hands I do it commit The Issue of Barren Wit A great deall more from me might appear Within this seventy and two year But what is past I cannot now recall I hope ye'l think this makes amends for all I never was at Shool I cannot write Pardon my Lines though they be unperfyte The best of Gallants indeed may controul A wise man will ever countenance a fool Although in wrong he will not bear him up Yet he will laugh at his foolish sate The four and twenty of my Dream William Grieve of Common-side was one Which I have dedicat to you He is an honest man and true A worthy Shepherds Swain who lives upon his Store And relieves the Poor and Needy as I have said before I wish his Golden-fleece with him may still remain While I fetch Iasons Fleece from Greece into Scotland Dedicated to the generous and much respocted Gentleman Walter Scot of Burn-foot MOst worthy Sir according to my Dream Into this Pamphlet remains to be seen I hope your goodness will allow That I dedicat Walter Grieve to you He is a true and honest man He 's both your Neighbour and Shepherds Swain One dedication might have serv'd for all VVhat I have said before to mention it again It is a needless labour and puts the writer to more pain I wish ye miekle joy of all your Golden Pieces And like to Walter Grieve with increase of his Fleeces Dedicated to his worthy and well respected good friend Francis Scot Brother-german to the Laird of Burn-foot in Ail SIr this Pamphlet to your hands I send In hopes that ye will it commend For Pens ye know I can use none I can hardly read the Catechism Yet four and twenty Shepherds I saw into my Dream Whereof good Thomas Anderson In Howfoord he was one Seing ye are a Gentleman and my Friend I have dedicate him into your hand VVhen Iupiter the son of Saturn Had put his Father to the flight The Empire of the World he did divide then Betwixt himself and his Brother Neptune Neptune set Pluto for to dwell in Hell Amongst the Priests where still they do rebell The sacred Records they do demonstrate The Idols which the Israelites did prostrate So do we find into the present time That there are Priests of every kind Kings Prophets Priests by all were Shepherds Swains And did attend all kind of Sheep Both Weathers Ewes and Lambs For Thomas Anderson I wish his Flocks may still abound If Iason lost his Golden Fleece I 'm sure he has it found Dedicated to the worshipsul and very much respected and generous Gentleman Henry Forrester of Stonegirthside in the Kingdom of England Iustice of Peace and Coram in the said Kingdom in the Reign of King Charles the Second COme Pamphlet take thy VVings flee from my hand Arrive in England in the County of Cumberland There stands a House and that a worthy one By Kersup-foot in the Eye of the Sun A stately Building all of plain hew'n Stone All built within this year or twain All Cumberland except Castle and Abbay Such another House in prospect you 'll not see Unto that English Squire I do dedicat Honest Iohn Robertson he was born in the Flat His Father was an English man Francis Robson kept good order There was no English compar'd with him Seven Mile within the Border Iustice Forrester an English Squire And Iohn Robson a Scot Yet it is scarce a Mile betwixt VVhere they were born and got It 's true Iohn Robson is A Comrade good enough And for House-keeping he excels He dwels in Cauterscleugh VVhite-Bread and Salt-Beef Good Mutton and old Cheese As I was riding by He did my Hunger ease He feasted me in May as I had been an Earl VVith Capon and good Lamb Brandie and good Ale And for his Father Francis I knew him well enough To be a Gentleman Store-master To VValter Earl of Buckcleugh I wish that Iasons Fleece VVith him may still appear And that his Flock would change Their Coats twelve timos a year Dedicated to that worthy and generous Gentleman Iohn Scot appear and of Headshaw I Thought four and twenty Shepherds Swain In my Dream I did see VVhereof I have dedicated one of them to thee Iohn Grieve of Garwald a right honest one Which relieves the poor and proves a Christian Man And with his small substance he is well content Though in late times he prov'd a Puritant I wish his Fleeces be no worse Than Iasons Fleeces was in Greece Dedicated to the Right Reverend and truly Pious and vertuous generous Gentleman Mr. Richard Scot Parson of Askirk THese Lynes good Sir I present to your hand Is a Genealogy of the old Family of Sinton Which your self doth represent I know Except your Nephew the Laird of Bonraw It is four hundred Winters past in order Since that Buckcleugh was Warden in the Border A Son he had at that same tide Which was so lame could neither run nor ryde The Laird wist not what to do with him For Border service he was sit for none At his place cal'd Scotstoun He did there remain Four Ages or he went to Mordistoun And since he went I can make appear It is more nor three hundred year Iohn his Lam'd Son If my Author speak true He sent him to St. Mungos in Glasgow Where he remain'd a Scholars time Then married a Wife according to his minde Aud betwixt them two was procreat Both Sons and Daughters of the Name of Scot What time his Posterity did there remain My Author sayes to the third Generation Yet from that Stock there sprung a man That was the Arch-bishops Chamberlain A quick Mettel'd little Man For which they cal'd him Wat the Ratten This worthy Ratten did begin When Robert cal'd Fern-year was Scotlands King. The Bishop lov'd Wat well enough And recommended him to Buckcleugh His Chamberlain he did continue still And at the Burn-foot in Aill He built both Kill and Mill Then down the Water he sought with speed And married Head-shaws Daughter Her Name was ShortReid And betwixt them two was procreat Head-shaw Askirk Sinton and Glack George was the first did Sintons sweet Knows Flock He married Turnbuls daughter The Knight of Falshope Walter his Son was cal'd a pretty man He married with Scot the Laird of Hassindean Iohn Walters Son I have heard relation Married the Laird of Riddels Daughter And died
without Succession Walter succeeded his Brother Iohn And married a Daughter of the Laird Iohnston Then George he was Walter 's Son He married Scot daughter to the Laird of Roberton This George was the very Man That was Father to Sinton White-slade and Hardin For Walter he was George's Son The elder brother of William of Hardin This Walter Scot ye's understand He married Cockburn a Daughter of Henderland And betwixt them they got one only Son The Lady died when she was young Their Son Walter did to Riddel ride And took the Lairds Daughter to his Bride His Father Walter was not an old man He married another Daughter of Riddels then And left Sinton unto his Son And then in White-slade he sat down Betwixt him and Margaret Riddel was procreat Twelve Bairns that was all married Robert of Whit-slade was their first Son And William of Huntly was his Brother-German Iames of Satchels he was niest And Thomas of Whithaugh-bray made up the messe The eight daughters I 'le let you ken The eldest was the Lady Black-Ormston So was the Lady Langlands and the Lady Tost turnbul The Lady Ailmor she was nixt And the good wife of the Fanash And the Lady Chapel Middelmiss The youngest I have almost forgot She was first married to Philip of Kirk-up He was a Brother to Robert of Thirleston Then she was married to Walter Scot of the Wall But to neither of them she bore Children Then Alexander Chisholm of Park-hill did her gain And to him she bore twelve or thirteen bairns Now my wearied Muse thou hast been long astray These are the first Whitslades Posterity Now to George Howcoat I must return He was young Walter of Sintons Son A brave House-keeper a worthy Man He married Adimston daughter to the Laird of Ednem Then Walter Scot was George Howcoats son He married Dowglas a daughter of Whittinghame And George his Son a hopeful Lad He married Gladstains daughter to the Laird of Dode There was procreat betwixt these two Good Mr. George Scot the Laird of Bon-raw George of Bon-raw married was To Dowglas a Brother daughter of Cavers And there is procreat betwixt them twa This present young Laird of Bon-raw Most reverend Sir I hope you 'l pardon me For waiding so deep in your Genealogie If any man think he can amend it Poor Wattie Scot shall never be offended MY Noble Friends at you I aim And of my self I do complain To all bad vices I 've been bent And yet there 's small amendement The Devil the Flesh the World doth me oppose And are my mighty and my mortal foes The Devil and Flesh do draw me still The World on wheels run after with good will For that which I the World may justly call I mean the lower Glob Terrestrial Is as the Devil and an VVhore doth please Drawn here and there and every where with ease These that there lives to vertue here do frame Are in the World but yet not of the same Some such there are who neither Flesh nor Devil Can willfully draw on to any evil But for the World as it 's the World you see It runs on wheels and they the Palfrey be Which Emblem to the Reader doth display The Devil the Flesh do run doth swist away The shrewd insnared World do follow fast Till all into Perditions Pit be cast Let no man be offended or think I do him wrong In comparing of the Gentry unto a Shepherd Swain Many Ages past a Shepherd was of such dignity That Gentry he surpast and best Nobility Cain and Abel brethren were in the first Age of Man The elder was a Husbander the younger a Shepherd Swain The younger offer'd Sacrifice to please the High Majesty The elder was a Murderer given to all Villany Some Shepherds past were Kings at last So were never Husbandmen Generals Conquerors and Emperors They have been Shepherds Swains The renown of a Shepherd Swain Doth reach unto the Sky The Charles-Wain signifies the same To the Mariners on the Sea When you have read and understood my Mind I hope your wonted favours I shall find In spight of railing baseness whose lewd Tongues Are Satans Instruments for slandrous Wrongs A thousand Rim of Paper it would not contain To justifie the worthy Shepherd Swain Much hath the Church our Mother propagated By venerable Fathers Works translated St. Ierom Gregory Ambrose Agustine St. Basil Beries Cyprian Constantine Eusebius Epiphanius and Origen Ignatius and Lactantius reverend men Good Luther Calvin learned Zwinglius Melancton Beza Orcalampadus These and a world more that I can recite Their Labours would have slept in endless night But that in Paper they preserv'd have been And instruct us to shun Death Hell and Sin. How should we know the change of Monarchies The Assyrian and the Persian Empyres Great Alexanders long small lasting glory Or Romes high Cesar often changing Story How should Chronologies of Kings be known Of either othersCountrys or our own Shepherds have been Priests and Shepherds have been Kings And Shepherds have been Emperors as my Muse fings Which makes me to compare The worthy Name of Scot To Shepherds and to Shepherds Swain For they Flocks and Lands have got I would have none think these I call Shepherd Swain Is all the Name of Scot and that there 's none but them There 's fourty eight that I have set apart All Landed Gentlemen that live upon their Rent And for the Shepherds Swains I have dedicate them Each one to a Gentleman of that same Name All Landed Gentlemen that are Infeft and Siez'd In sive Month in the year they pay the King his Fee All besides Burgers in City and in Town That number Heretors of respect and renown And for the fourty eight that live upon their Rent Unto the Reader I 'm minded to relate Because I have not nominate them in fore-time I here rehearse them in my following Rime Sir Francis Scot of Mengertoun he hath a good Estate Although he be but young in years he is Knight-Baronet And Iohn Scot of Sinton he is a pretty man He outstrips in Wisdom any man I ken Headshaw and Burnfoot into the Water of Ale They are both Gentlemen they dwell in Tiviotdale Chappel's a Gentleman Lochthirlston's another And Gladswood he 's the same old Gallowsheils's Brother The Laird of Langshaw him I have no mind to flee He is a Gentleman and is of Kin to me The Laird of Lochquharret he lives in good report So likewise doth the Laird of good Hundelshope The Laird of Langhope is a very young man But the Laird of Broad-meadows is both great and strong Into Annandale three Lairds of Scots there be Heuk Bagra and the Laird of Gillisbie In Esdail-muir there does two Lairds remain The Laird of Iohnstoun and Laird of Devingtoun I 'm now for Tiviotdale if the fates do please And not miss the Laird of the Mirrinies And the Laird of Harwood is a pretty man As is any in the South of
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
that Brook And the Church-walls I have seen them all up It is two reasonable myle Between the Miln-steed and the Kirk-style My Guid-sir told me there he had seen A holy Cross and a Font-stone The Paroch being twenty myle about But hardly sixteen folks remain in it All the Corn I have seen there in a year Was scarce the sowing of six Firlots of Bear And for Neighbours to come with good will There was no Corn to grind into that Mill If Heather-tops had been Meal of the best Then Buckcleugh-mill had gotten a noble grist Now wearied Muse to rest thou may resort Whilst I alitle Prose report I Heard my Guid-sir tell that he had heard all men say the the reason why the Lairds of Buckcleugh did build that Milne was for the use of their Houses for grinding of Flour Meal and Malt but especially Bran for his Dogs and the Corn came out of other Barronies which was then in his possession as the Ewards in Tweddale the Barrony of Eokfoord Grimslies in East-Tivlotdail and other Barronies and Lands under his command this is spoken by tradition to this time but sure if such things were as it hath been by all appearance it must be long after the beginning of the honourable Family of Buckcleugh for at that time Buckcleugh must needs be a Person of much Honour and Renown and of a very competent Estate when he built a Church and a Milne in such a Wilde Forrest as Rankelburn now called Buckcleugh where there was no People to come to the Church except his own Family nor girst to his Milne except what he caused to come for his own use near twenty myle in each side of his own residence My Guid-sir Satchells told me that he was with Walter called the good Lord of Buckcleugh after he came from the Schools and Robert of Thirlston after Sir Robert they being come from the Colledge of St. Andrews where they had been at Learning by reason King Iames the sixth was of that University my Lord and Sir Robert being of the Kings Age in the year one thousand five hundred and sixty six was desirous to pass their time there and at their return the Lord Buckcleugh being ready to go to his travells was curious to see these Tomb-stones of his Ancestors which was in that Kirk in the Forrest of Rankelburn the most part of the Wall was standing then and the Font-stone within the Kirk and a Cross before the Kirk-door The Rubbish and Earth being casten out and the Stones clean sweept the Lord and many of his Friends came to see them where they did discern one Stone which had the antient Coat of Arms on it That is to say two Crests and a Mulet born on a Counter-scarf with a Hunting-horn in the Field supported with a Hart of Grace and a Hart of Leice alias a Hound and a Buck and a Bucks-head torn from the Crest which only seem to be from Hunters and Forresters the other Stones had drawn upon them like unto a Hand and Sword and others of them had a Sword and a Lance all along the Stone Robert Scot said that he believed that it was four hundred years since the last of these Stones had been laid and it was near an hundred year since that time I judge the Lord Buckcleugh was about twenty one or twenty two years at that time so it must needs be near to an hundred years since The Lands of Buckcleugh they did possess Three hundred years ere they had writ or wax And since that time that they a Right did rear It 's said to be from King Robert the third call'd Iohn Fern-year Now follows the several Places of Residence of the Family of Buckcleugh NOw my Iocking Muse assist my Rhyme compleat I 'm drown'd in Prose since thou lay down to sleep Thy Iourney 's long and so thou must not stay We 'l take some part of Tweddale in our way The Barrony of Eward was Buckcleughs share And yet they are Supperior Over-Eward and neither Eward was in the Barrony With Kirk-Eward Lady-Eward and Lock-Eward all three These Towns most sweet surround a pleasant Hill And Scotstoun-hall doth joyn unto them still It was call'd Scotstoun-hall when Buckcleugh in it did dwell Unto this time it is call'd Scotstoun still It was in Kirk-Eward-paroch then But now it 's in the Paroch of Lintoun There is three Towers in it was mounted high And each of them had their own entry A Sally-door did enter on Which serv'd all three and no man kend When Buckcleugh at Scots-hall kept his house Then Peebles-Church was his Burial-place In the Cross-Kirk there has buried been Of the Lairds of Buckcleugh either six or seven There can none say but it 's two hundred year Since any of them was buried there The Earls of Hamiltoun and Dowglass To brave Buckcleugh shewed great kindness Their kindness with him did prevail That he must live near them in Clidsdail Scots hall he left standing alone And went to live at Mordistoun And there a brave House he did rear Which to this time it doth appear Several Ages after he did these Lands excamb With Inglis that was the Laird of Branksom And since-that time I can mak 't appear It 's near two hundred and fifty year That Familie they still were valiant men No Baron was better served into Britain The Barons of Buckcleugh they kept at their call Four and twenty Gentlemen in their Hall All being of his Name and Kin Each two had a Servant to wait on them Before Supper and Dinner most renown'd The Bells rung and the Trumpets sounded And more than that I do confess They kept four and twenty Pensioners Think not I lie or do me blame For the Pensioners I can all name There 's men alive elder than I They know if I speak truth or ly Ev'ry Pensioner a Room did gain For Service done and to be done This I 'le let the Reader understand The name of both the Men and Land Which they possess'd it is of truth Both from the Lairds and Lords Buckleugh But now my Muse I 'le give it in thy chose Stay or go sleep for I must write in Prose Now follows the Gentlemens Names that were Pensioners to the House of Buckcleugh with the Lands they possess'd for their Service WAlter Scot of North-house the first Gentleman descended from the Family in a former Age Robert Scot of Allanmouth David Scot of Stobiscot Brother to Sir Walter Scot of Gaudilands David Scot of Raes-know one of the house of Allan-haugh Robert Scot of Clack the Land of Fennick for his Service William Scot in Hawick call'd William in the Mott brother to Walter Scot of Hardin possest these Lands without the West-Port for his Service Iohn Scot of Monks-tower brother to old William Scot of Altoun Robert Scot of Easter-groundiston brother-brother-son to Robert Scot of Headshaw Iames Scot of Altoun-Crosts Raes-know and Allanmouth were all of the Family of
' gain ryse Countrey-men wish Thirlston go by Land To a Harbour that was near at hand The name of it was Fresenbered And there their Ship might by report be reared But their council was not worth a Plack He 'd never leave the Ship to ride on horses back Yet Fortune brought them to the Harbour there Where that their Ship they somewhat did repair And then to Sea with mounted sails on hie They bound for Scotland and left Norway There was but small amendment all that time The weather was much in one kind The wind and weather plaid on each so wild As if they meant not to be reconcil'd She whilst they leapt upon these liquid hills Where Purpoises did shew their Phins and Gills Yet after that both water wind and seas And a pleasnat Gale blew from the North North-east AEolus and Neptun privat and no way brief By providence they did arrive at Leith That troublesome toilsome Iourney to be brief Fifteen weeks was between London and Leith To all Ages it should ne're be forgot The pains that Patrick Scot of Thirlston took AEneas on Anchises he took pains enough But Patrick Scot he took more of the Earl of Buckcleugh All that men can do when Princes do command Their Loyalty to show and venture Life and Land I have known many on Buckcleughs means was bred Yet one night from home they never lay from Bed. The End of the first Part. Satchels's Post'ral Humbly presented to his Noble and VVorthy Friends of the Names of SCOT ELLIOT and others Part Second EDINBURGH Printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson Printer to His most Sacred Majesty City and Colledge 1688. To the truely Worthy Honourable and Right Worshipful Sir Francis Scot of Thirlston Knight-Baronet wishes Earths Honour and Heavens Happiness THis Book good Sir the Issue of my Brain Though far unworthy of your worthy view In hope ye gently it will intertain Yet I in duty offer it to you Although the Method and the Phrase be plain Not Art like Writ as to the Stile is due And truth I know your favour will obtain The many favours I have had from you Hath forc'd me thus to show my thankful Mind And of all faults I know no vice so bad And hateful as ungratefully inclin'd A thankful Heart is all a poor mans Wealth Which with this Book I give your worthy self I humbly crave your Worthiness excuse This boldness of my poor unlearned Muse That hath presum'd so high a pitch to fly In praise of Vertue and Gentility I know this Task 's most fit for learned men For Homer Ovid or for Virgil's Pen These Lines I have presum'd to Dite It 's known to your Honour I could never Write Your Honours most obedient Servant WALTER SCOT Of Satchels Satchels's Post'ral Humbly presented to his Noble and Worthy Friends of the Names of Scot and Elliot WHen restles Phoebus seem'd himself to rest His flaming Car descending to the West And high Spyro obscured his twinckling Light Then in a Sable Mantle Madam Night Took of the World the sole command and keep Charging the eyes of mortals fast asleep She send dull Morphaeus forth and summons both The Ledean Potentates of sleep and slouth Who unto every one good rest imparts Save Lovers guilty minds and careful hearts The stealing houres crep't on with sleeping pace When masked mid-night shewed her ebon'd face When Hags and Furies Witches Faries Elss Ghosts Sp'rits and Goblins do separat themselves When fond imaginary Dreams do reign In formless forms in mens molested brain An un-accustomed Dream came in my head I thought as it were near by a River-side Within a pleasant Grove I did abide That all the feathered Birds that sweems and flees Betwixt the breeding Earth and skyes One at the least of every several sort Did for their recreation there resort Then there was such varieties of Notes Such whirling and such whistling from their throats The baess the tenor treble and the main All acting various actions in one strain I thought twenty four Shepherds did draw near To hear the Musick of that feath'red Quite These feathr'ed fidlers change their Notes most sweet And lull'd Apollos Daughters fast asleep Mean time the Shepherds tript upon the mould Their Flocks they did remain in Cupids Fold And the four and twenty did appear In three squadrons like martial men of wear If that my memory fail me not They were Friends and Kindred of the Name of Scot It 's my happy hap to be Of these Scots Relations Therefore I 'le dyte their Pedegree To the eight or ninth Generations TO speak the truth no man shall me controul Of worthy Garrenberry Rennal-burn and Wall Todrick and Gilmans-cleugh they were in my Dream And good Grass-yeards and Adam in Delorian William in Milsinstoun a Gentleman of Note And worthy Gaudy-lands and Wauchops Walter Scot Sheills-wood and Langup also did appear And Henry Scot of Pallace-hill he calâ—â—d up the rear These appeared to be Scots who in the first squad came The second Squad was Elliots I was not so well acquaint with them The second Squad that appeared all into my Dream Was the Name of Elliot and all sine Gentlemen I am not vers'd to know from whence they came But sure at first they seem'd most from Las'distoun Except Iohn Elliot where I have had good Cheir That dwells in Unthank he 's Brother to Dunlibire The rest of their Pedegree I know them not Except Bewly and Muckldean that 's related to Scot. The third Squad are men that 's void of harms For they are Shepherds Swains trained up from Bairns It is their daily Exercise and Gain To tend all sort of Sheep VVeather Ew and Ram That name of Shepherd Swain came first from Greece As plainly doth appear by Iasons Golden Fleece Although it be not well I caused insert't with speed The faillings of a Fool it is no cause of feed Sage wisdom should accept the VVill for the Deed Had I Ovids Muse and Virgils Vein And wit to use Ulysses Pen T' extoll these Shepherds Swains I would incline From Titan's rise according to my Dream To Iohn Elliot in Unthank in a Storm I came late But now to Henry of Hare-wood I mind for to skip And to his Brother Iohn and Iohn of Thorslee-hope To see VVilliam Elliot of Swin-side it is my full desire And good Iohn Elliot in Unthank that 's brother to Dunlibyre VValter Elliot of Erkelton he is a man of Note So is Muckildean his Brother he 's son to Ianet Scot Robert Elliot in Diuslies the Laird of Clacks his Frier And good VVilliam Elliot of Bewly he drives up the rear The Rear's the second place if Souldiers be but stout He is sure to have the Van if the word be face about This was the second Squad appeared into my Dream This is the third consciencious Squad My Author doth me assure Although they be but Shepherd Swains They do relieve the Poor As for
his Fame And say that he was not a Gentleman He wanted nothing of Gentrie But only the title of Dignitie The first Lady that he did gain VVas daughter to the Baron of Chisim Then in Hardin place he did sit down And on her there begat one onely son For within short process of swift time She dy'd ere she came to her prime The Laird a Widdower did remain How long a time I do not ken But his Son he grew up to be a Man The first Walter Scot of Hardin Then Hardin did to Riddel ride The old Laird of Riddel being dead In suit of his Relict there came he She was a Daughter of Fairnilie She was a fair and beauteous Dame And at that time she was but young Her beauty others did excel She had one Daughter to Riddel Brave William Scot he did her gain They had not long been in that Roum While the Ladies Daughter married the Lairds Son Then they left the young Folk in Hardin And the oldFolk in Todrick they sat down And there they did two Sons beget Robert of Burn-foot and George of Todrick And both of them prov'd stout able men They were the first Cadents come of Hardin Now to the Young Folks I return The Laird and Lady of Hardin Betwixt them was procreat a Son Call'd William Bolt-foot of Hardin He did survive to be a Man And then to the Fairnilie he came And Fairnilies Daughter he did wedd For they were related by Kindred Betwixt them two was Procreat The stout and Valiant Walter Scot. Of Hardin who can never dy But live by Fame to the tenth Degree He became both able strong and stout Married Philips Daughter Squire of Dryhope Which was an antient Family And many broad Lands enjoyed he Betwixt these Scots was procreat That much renown'd Sir William Scot I need not to explain his Name Because he ever lives by Fame He was a Man of Port and Rank He married Sir Gideon Murrays daughter of Elibank Betwixt them there was procreat This old Sir William that 's living yet This old Sir William married A sister of the house of Boyd And there 's procreat them betwixt Sir William Scot now call'd youngest Because his Father does remain Therefore he 's call'd young Sir William And young Sir William married The only daughter of Sir Iohn Nisbit He late was Advocat to the King And now is call'd Lord Dirltoun This Genealogie is true And the old was as good as the new Now worthy Wall I wish thee Life and Health Hoping thou 'l ne're marry inferior to thy self Yet Ambition Pomp and Hell-begotten Pride And damn'd adulation thou will still deride The Complemental flattery of Kings Courts I hope shall ne're be mixt amidst thy sports For Homer was the Prime of Poets stil'd And worthy Actions still he did compile That he did both in Arcadia and Greece Extol the Shepherds with Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the Honourable and well accomplished Gentleman Sir William Scot of Hardin Knight UNto the prospect of your Wisdoms eyes I consecrat these silly Lines Not that I think them worthy of your view But because in Love my thoughts are bound to you I do confess my Self unworthy far To dite in such like cases as they are Which Homer Virgil nor the fluent Tullie In fitting terms could scarce express them fully For Francis Scot of Gillmans-cleugh To you I do commend In hopes your Worship still will be his Friend The Son of Iohn the Son of Robert call'd Truth Who was the Son of Iames The first of Gillmans-cleugh A valiant Gentleman who well deserv'd renown He was the youngest Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston The which Iohn Scot he did excell Being Son to David with the Tods-tail And David Scot my Author let me know He was Son to Walter of Howpaslaw Sir Walter he was Williams Son Of the worthy House of Buckcleugh he sprung The Lads in Gillmans-cleugh In hunting did excell So did their Father David That carried the Tods-tail Who had as much delight In hunting of that Beast As Iason had in Greece To bear the Golden-fleece Dedicated to the Right Honourable Sir Iohn Scot of Ancrum Knight wishes Mirth and Happiness be still your attendance THe Guns proclaim'd aloud on every Hill The joyful acclamations of the Scots People The which did Thunder with so high a strain As if Great Mars they mean't to entertain True Mirth and Gladness was to every Face And Healths run bravely round in every place That sure I think the seventh day of Iuly At the Reid-swair should ne're forgotten be That was a day to his everlasting Fame The valiant Laird Wat brought in the worthy Name That day should ever be dedicat to Mirth As if it had been a Soveraign's Birth VVhen valiant VVat that worthy Man Brought in the Name of Scot well to be seen It was nothing ye'll say to bring them in But to th' effusion of his Blood He brought them back again The Executors and Tutors that hath been in our time The Honour of the Scots did ne're so much proclaim The old Verse I must give in Though men should say I 'm drunken How VVat thy Guid-sir that worthy Man To the Red-swair brought his Troup The seventh day of Iuly the sooth to say At the Red-swair the tryst was set Our Wardens they did fix a day As they appointed so they met The Lord Buckcleugh he was but young Carmichael was Warden in his place The Laird Wat that worthy Man Commanded the Sirname with great Grace Thy Pedegree is soon discribed I think I may do it well enough Thy Father Charles was Laird VVats Son VVho was natural Son to Scot of Buckcleugh Their Generations is formerly described I need them not describe again Both Walters and Williams and Sir Arthur Unto the ninth Generation From whence such men may gather their relief That though a Ram-head may be cause of grief Yet nature hath a remedy found out They should have Lyons hearts to bear it out Though I call'd thee Shepherds Swain Yet I deserve no blame I hope that Iasons Golden-fleece VVith thee still shall remain Dedicated to the Right VVorshipful and very Honourable and most Generous Gentleman Sir VVilliam Scot of Hardin younger THe Prince of Princes and the King of Kings VVhose eye of Providence foresees all things To whom what ever was or ever shall be I present still before his Majesty VVho doth dispose of all things as he list And graspeth time in his eternal fist He sees and knows for us what 's Bad or Good And all things is by him well understood Mens weak conjecture no man can arreid VVhat in th' eternal Parliaments decreed And what the Trinity concludeth there VVe must expect it with obedience here Then let not any man presume so far To search what the Almighties Councils are But let our wills attend upon his will And let his will be our Direction still Let not Plebeians be inquisitive Nor
into any profound State-business dive VVe into the thousand and sixteenth year Since Fergus our first King did appear Have many Hopeful Royal Princes had VVho as Heaven pleas'd to bless were good or bad Fergus was the first which we had Crown'd For Learning and for VVisdom high renown'd Beyond the Verge of Christendoms swift Fame Did make the VVorld admire his Noble Name A hundred and Eleven Kings we have had sincesyne VVhereof one of them was a Queen Their valour and triumphant Victories Have sill'd the VVorld and mounts into the Skyes As Kenneth the second that King of victory And Gregorius Magnus whose Fame can never dye Robertus Brucius that King of high Renown King Iames the sixth that united the three Crowns These victorious Princes govern'd well But more has been of the contrair strain Love sometimes made the gods themselves disguise And mussle up their mighty Deities And vertuous Princes of the gods have odds When Princes goodness doth out-go the gods I 'm a foolish man this is no work of mine It 's an operation of the Power Divine Let God alone for what he hath in hand It 's saucie folly and madness to withstand What his eternal Wisdom hath decreed Who better knows than we do what we need To him let 's pray for his most safe Protection Him we implore for his most sure Direction Let his assistance be the seventh King Iames's Guido That in the end God may be glorified Let us amendment in our lives express And let our Thanks be more our Sins be less Thy Cusing William Scot in Milsington He is an Gentleman Come of a worthy Family For he from Whitslade sprung Of his Brother Todrick I have writ And given a true Relation Of his most worthy Pedegree Unto the seventh or ninth Generation Therefore it is needles unto me To writ them over again For if I please I could revise Them to the fifteen Generation According to my Dream he is the Shepherds Swain I hope Iasons Golden Fleece with him shall still remain Dedicated to the very Worshipfull and much honoured Generous Gentlemen Hugh Scot of Gallow-shiells and VValter Scot in VVauchop O! For a Quil of that Arabian wing That 's hatch't in Embers of some kindled fire VVho to her self her self doth issue bring And three in one is young and Dame and Sier O! that I could to Virgils Vein aspire Or Homers Verse the Golden Language Greek VVith polish'd Phrases I my Lines would tire Into the deep of Art my Muse should seek Mean time amongst the vuglar she must throng Because she hath no help from my unlearned tongue Great is the Glory of the Noble Mind VVhere Life and Death are equal in respect If Fates be good or bad un kind or kind Not proud in Freedom nor in Thrall deject VVith courage scorning fortunes worst effect And spitting in fond Envies cankered Face True Honour thus doth baser thoughts deject Esteeming Life a slave that serves disgrace Foul abject thoughts become the mind that 's base That deems there is no better life nor this Or after death doth fear a worser place VVhere guilt is payed the guardian of a miss But let swoln Envy swell untill she burst The Noble Mind desies her do her worst If Homers Verse in Greek did merit praise If Naso in the Latine won the bayes If Maro amongst the Romans did excell If Tosa in the testine tongue wrot well A Souldier that could never lead a Pen Shows to the eight or ninth Generation Although I him enrol and call him Shepherds Swain Yet hereby I approve he is a Gentleman The Son of Adam who was by Lot The Brother of the worthy Collonel Scot VVho died with honour at Dumbars fight In maintenance of King and Countries Right He was the Son I know it for truth Of William Scot Laird of Whitehaugh And William Scot was the eldest son Of Walter Scot stil'd of the same Walter Scot was Robert's son And Robert he was Walter 's son The first of Whitehaugh that from Borthwick sprung That Wat of Whitehaugh was Cousin-german To Iohn of Borthwick who fasted so long Three sundry times he did perform To fast fourty days I do aver Bishop Spotswood my Author is he A profound learn'd Prelat that would not lie When Iames the fifth he was Scotlands King In the Castle of Edinburgh he incarcer'd him And would not believe the Country says That any Mortal could fast fourty days Bear-bread and Water the King allow'd for his Meat But Iohn Scot refus'd and would not eat When the fourty days were come and gone He was a great deal lustier than when he began Then of the King he did presume To beg recommendation to the Pope of Rome Where there he fasted fourty days more And was neither hungry sick nor sore From Rome he did hastily return And arrived in Brittain at London VVhere Henry the eight he got notice That Iohn Scot had fasted twice fourty dayes The King would not believe he could do such thing For which he commanded to incarcerate him Fourty days expir'd he said he had no pain Than his Fast had been but ten hours time Here Walter Scot I 'le draw near an end From Iohn of Borthwick thy Fathers did descend He was the son of Walter I have said enough Their Original is from Buckcleugh In the Fourscore Psalm we read That like a Flock our God did Ioseph lead And ev'ry day we do confess almost That we have err'd and stray'd like Sheep that 's lost For Oaths and passing words and joyning hands Is like Assurance written in the Sands The silly Sheeps-skin turn'd to Parchment thin Shows that Iasons Golden Fleece with thee remains Dedicated to the Right Worshipful and truely Generous my well approved good Friend Sir Patrick Scot of Long-newton appearant of Ancrum Knight IT 's such a Title of Preheminence then To bear the name of Shepherds Swain That David who so well his words did frame Did call our great Creator by that name Our bless'd Redeemer God's eternal Son Whose only Merits our Salvations won He did the harmless name of Shepherd take For our Protection and his Mercies sake Which makes thy rest like those that restless be Like one that is pursued and cannot flee Or like the bussie bussing bumming Bee Or like the fruitless naught respected Flee That cuts the subtile Air so swift and fast Till in the Spiders-web he 's fetter'd fast So falling fast asleep and sleeping in a Dream Down by that Dale which flows with Milk and Cream Thy dearest Dame did to thee say Francis Francis Come away I wondred when I heard that name begun Francis Francis that was Adams son And Adam in his time deserv'd no misreport He was the son of Gilmanscleugh Robert And Robert was a pretty Gentleman The Heir to Iames he was his eldest son The first of Gilmanscleugh Iames was then Who was the youngest son of Thirlston And Iohn of Thirlston I let you know Was son to
David Scot of How paslaw And David Scot that worthy man Was son to Sir Walter of the same For Gilmanscleugh I 've said enough His first original is from Buckcleugh Now of all Beasts that ever were or are None can for goodness with a Sheep compare Indeed for Bone and Burthen I must grant He 's much inferiour to the Elephant The Drumadarie Camel Horse and Ass For Load and Carriage doth the Sheep surpass Strong Taurus Eunuchs son the labouring Ox The stately Staig the bobtail crafty Fox These and all rav'nous Beasts of Prey must yield Unto the Sheep the honour of the Field Where Sheep abounds in Scotland more or less There 's still a part of Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the Worshipful and truely Generous Gentleman Robert Scot Laird of Horsliehill son to VVilliam Scot of Horsliehill who was son to Robert-Scot Portioner and Baillie of Hawick who was fon to VVilliam Scot who was second son to the Laird of Midgup Walter Scot of Midgup was grand-child to Adam Scot of Tushilaw who was son to the foresaid David Scot of Howpaslaw who was son to the first Sir Walter Scot of Howpaslaw their original was from Buckcleugh A Simple Sheeps-skin proves the only ty And stay whereon a World of men rely VVhich hold a crew of Earth-worms in more awe Than both the Tables of the secret Law For as the Ram and Ewe doeth fructifie And ev'ry year a Lamb doeth multiply So doeth a Sheeps-skin bound make many breed And procreat as seed doth spring from seed It 's one mans freedom and anothers loss And like the Pope it both can bind and loose Adam Scot in Delorian I do nominate And for thy Generation it cannot be forgot Unto Grass-yard thy Brother it is declar'd by me VVhich may serve all that is of one Posterity And in conclusion this I humbly crave That ev'ry one the honesty may have That when your frail Mortality is past Ye may be the good Shepherds at the last Be not offended at the stile of Shepherds-swain For Iasons Golden Fleece is still worthy of Coyn. Dedicated to that worthy and valiant Souldier Captain Iames Scot a Brigadier in his Majesties most Honourable Life-guard son to Walter Scot of Tushilaw who was son to Robert Scot of Tushilaw who was son to Sir Walter Scot of Tushilaw who was son to Robert Scot of Tushilaw who was son to Adam Scot of Tushilaw WHose former Genealogie is already spoken The Fable of the Golden Fleece began Because Sheep did yeeld such store of Gold to Men For he that hath great store of VVoolly Fleeces May when he pleases have store of Golden Pieces Honest Iames Scot of Sheils-wood Whose like there is not many Whose love and piety doth feed and help so many It is no doubt but these good deeds of his Will help to lift his Soul to endless bless Of his Genealogie I will speak no more Because his Brother Grass-yards is set down before I hope Iasons Fleece shall never from him flee Because he is inclin'd to Hospitality Dedicated to the worthy and much respected generous Gentleman Iames Scot of Bristo Son to Mr. Iames Scot late Parson of Ancrum who was Son to Iohn Scot of Cachlack-know who was Son to Walter Scot of Mount-bernger who was Son to Robert Scot of Mount-bernger who was Son to Simon Scot of Mount-bernger who was Son to Simon Scot of Dryhop who was Son to the Laird of Howpaslaw whose Original is from Buckcleugh MY worthy Cusing I must to thee commend Him who of his Talent surely has made ten Like as Ioseph did in AEgypt long remain Whilst his Brether did for Food unto him come So Gideon privately did live and made no scroup Whilst that his Brethren swaggred round about But now of Iasons Fleece he hath more store Than ever his Brethren had before This Gideon Scot he is a pretty Man Amongst the rest of worthy Shepherds Swain Of Outer-siderig now he is Laird He was Son to Robert of Har-wood Robert he was a worthy Man He was Son to Walter of Erckletoun VValter sprung from that same Stock That was call'd Iohn Scot of the New-wark And Iohn he was Iames's Son My sleeping Muse is now layen down But when she wakes out of her Dream The rest of 's Pedegree I 'le explain Since he and Iason is so well acquaint His Golden Fleeces he has to him lent Dedicated to that Generous and well approved Gentleman Iames Scot Laird of Bow-hill MIraculous Monsters in the British clyme Monsters of nature sprung from putrid Shem Sampson that pull'd the gates of Gaza down Nor Libian Hercules whose furious frown Would maze strong Gyants tame the Lyons Rage VVere not so strong as Gallants of this Age VVhy you shall see an up-start cock-brain'd Iack VVill bear five hundred aikers on his back And walk as stoutly as if it were no Load And bear it to each place of his abode A Love-sick woer would a sonnet write In praise of her who was his Hearts-delight Hoping thereby his wished love to win And to obtain it thus he did begin Star of the Earth and Empress of my Soul Thy Love and Life that doth my thoughts controul Sole Queen of my affections and desire That like to AEtna sets my heart on sire Thy Golden Locks resembling Titans Amber Most fit to Grace some mighty Monarchs Chamber Thine Eyes Ecclipssing Titan in his rising Thy Face surpassing natures best devising Thy lips evaporats most sweet perfums Thy voice the Musick of the Sphers assums Perfections wound more than Loves shast and bow Thy Red the Rose doth shame thy White the Snow Thou worlds wonder Natures clearest feuel Stain not thy vertues with thy being cruel Besides it is an easie thing to prove It is a soveraign remedy for Love As suppose your thoughts at hourly strife Half mad and almost weary of your Life All for the Love of some fair female Creature And that you are intangled with her Feature That you are glad and sad and mad and tame Seeming to burn in Frost and frieze in Flame In one breath singing laughing weeping Dream as you walk and waking in your sleeping Accounting hours for years and months for ages Till you enjoy her that your heart engages And she hath sent you answers long before That her intent is not to be your whore And you for your part mean upon your Life Ne're while you live to take her to your wife The VVest-border Seed it is not sit for you You may procure better than there doth grow Thou art the Brother by thy place unto a lovely Swain The son of that renowned Squire Iohn Scot of Rennal-burn Thy Father Robert yet survives Thy Guid-sir was by the Napiers slain Thy Grand-sir the first Laird of Bow-hill VVas son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston A worthy Squire Iohn Scot of Rennal burn He was the Son of that Sir Iohn Scot VVhom the Muses lov'd and hovered at his Gate And Sir Iohn was son
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-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
call'd of Rennalburn An honest Gentleman he was known well enough In Esdail-muir he was Baillie to Buckcleugh Who was son to Iohn Scot an able Lad Who then was called Iocky ill to had His Father also he was called Iohn He was natural-Natural-son to Scot of Thirlston He was Natural-brother in the while To Thirlston Newburgh and Bowhill Gilmanscleugh Hundelshope and Kirkhope Were all Brethren to the said Iohn Scot These seven Brethren were stout valiant men They would not been afraid for other ten No more of Muckildine since Adam is deceast Who left them store like Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the very Worthy and Valorous Gentleman William Elliot of Dunlibire Esquire I Humbly now according to my Dream Present to you the young Laird of Erckleton From 's Goodsir and Grandsir that Land was reft and riven Before they purchas'd Coyn to buy it back again And now 't is their own I wish they may 't enjoy From Envys canker better than Helen did Troy That Trojan and that Greek that fought in Sama sand Achilles gain'd the day and did Hector command Troys fruitful Queen did many Children bear So brave heroick and so stout a Crew Who all in noble Actions did accrue When Age had made their Parents bald and bare They made their dauntless Courage to appear Amidst the throngs of Danger and Debate But Blood on Blood their Fury could not fate In former times the South may understand Many Gallants losed all their Land Through Blood and want of Government Which to this time Successors may repent They were not like these Arcadians in Greece That rejoyc'd in Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to that Worthy and Generous Gentleman Robert Elliot Laird of Midliemill SIr in my Sleep I was much troubled And dream'd of Henry Elliot of Harewood Mongst many more that I thought I saw And knowing he was your Father in Law Therefore my weak Iudgment thought it fit Those Lines to you that I should dedicat Knowing him to be a worthy man And much honour'd by your Generation Though all in one ye now joined be Yet ye 're a Peer grew higher on the Tree For I believe there is so much odds Few Elliots compar'd with the House of Stobs For Heav'ns high-hand where he doth please to bless Makes Trees or Men fruitful or fruitless In sundrie uses Trees do serve mens turn To build adorn to feed or else to burn This is mens State in all degrees like theirs Some are got to the top of Honours Stairs Securely sleeping on Opinions Pillow Yet is as fruitless as the fruitless Willow And fill up room like worthless Trees in Woods Whose goodness consists all in ill got Goods He like a Cedar makes a goodlie show But now good Fruit will from his greatness grow Until he die and from his Goods depart And then gives all away in the spight of his Heart Then shall his Friends with Mourning-cloaths be clad The in-side merry and the out-side sad He thinks his life Angelical because Among the Angels he his time doth pass And with his Nobles he ordaineth Laws That base Extortion shall not be a Crime He marks how Kingdoms Provinces and Towns Are over-ruled by his cursed Crowns But if he note his Angels what to be Not heavenlie nor these from Heaven that sell But they are in a third and worse degree Damn'd sensless Monsters even that are of Hell They cannot hear feel taste hear nor smell A thousand times being told yet cannot tell They 're lock'd and barr'd and bolted up in thrall Which shews their nature not Angelical Thy industrious Loyalty doth daily tell Thou aims at Honour and thou levels well And with your trusty Service shot compleat That in the end ye sure will hit the VVhyte Thus thy Industries doth let the VVorld ken That Iasons Golden Fleece with thee shall still remain Dedicated to that worthy and well approved Gentleman Iohn Elliot Brother to Sir VVilliam Elliot of Stobs GOod Sir If Fortune frown or smile thou art content Thou bears a Heart that is still ready bent God is thy Captain thy Defence and Hold Through Faith in Him thou art still armed bold To thank Iohn Elliot I humbly thee desire He dwells in Unthank he 's Brother to Dunlibire When kind-kissing Phoebus was gone to her rest In a Winters-night in a most furious blast I driving Beasts because I wanted Fodder I did assault his House into tempestuous Weather For god AEolus biew and Boreas did assist And Neptunes wat'ry Planets he brake in betwixt The Snow being deep the Weather tempestuous ill I was five days in driving twenty Mile In great distress into his House I came He with his Wife made me kindly welcome With Bed and Board good Brandie and good Ale Which might have serv'd the best in Tiviotdale I wish Iohn Elliot never want such Fleeces Which yearly may bring in ten thousand golden pieces Dedicated to that much renowned generous Gentleman William Elliot Uncle to Sir VVilliam Elliot of Stobs MOst worthy Sir I hope I do no wrong In dedicating to you one of my Shepherds Swains Take not a Shepherd Swain to be a vulgar name For Kings and Emperors have gloried in the same Therefore no Shepherd Swain my Muse will e're deride And far less VVilliam Elliot the good Laird of Swoonside Since thou art a worthy and a lovely one Not like Envy all consum'd to Skin and Bone. Sir I do declare what Labour thou hast spent VVas neither to Honour nor Vertues detriment And thrice worthy Sir thy Vertues do proclaim How Honours noble mark it is still thy aim And when thou the head-strong Taurus soon forsakes And to his summering Progress thou haste makes Then shall the Earths celestial light afford And in sad darkness clad the ample Glob Since I was born when Wit was out of Town That 's the reason that I have so little of my own Pardon me I cannot writ and very litle read Or else in thy worthy praise I further would proceed As for Swoonside I wish his Golden-fleece May shine as bright as Iasons did in Greece Dedicated to that vertuous and well approven Gentleman Master Gavin Elliot Uncle to Sir William Elliot of Stobs MOst worthy Sir according to my Dream I speak of Shepherds and of Shepherds Swain Into your gentle hands Sir I do commit Iohn Elliot the Laird of Thorilshope And Sir I do hope that ye'l not dissallow That I have been so bold to dedicat him to you For a man must more than humane wit possess To escape the Baits and Snares of wickedness The Artist of the Scripture can dispute the same That one would deem him a Religious Man Since that God gave Life to Herbs and Plants and Trees A beast hath Sense and Life Moves Feels and Sees For if they wanted Life how could they then grow And in some sort do both good and evil know But man he is before all Creatnres in degrees God Life Sense and Reason He unto