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A61863
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A joco-serious discourse in two dialogues between a Northumberland-gentleman and his tenant, a Scotchman, both old cavaliers : with an anagram prefixt to them : being some miscellaneous essays written upon several occasions / by George Stuart.
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Stuart, George.
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1686
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Wing S6026; ESTC R10936
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quo she I need no (h) inquire speer What wind it was that blew you here It nev'r was better like to preuve Since you teuk on wi' your hang'd leuve Why came ye not to your auld Dame Madam quo she I e'en thought shame Wa's me that ever I was born For I'se get baith the Skaith and Scorn No Property I's nane of these Tho I can kenn my Friends fra faes Come Charity let 's get her in To let her starve were deadly Sin Hing on the Pan let Milk be boil'd Meat 's no' for her her Stomach 's spoil'd Fetch me yon Cordial fra my Closet Put it to'er Head and let her dose it So give na mair she 'as got her part She 's weak 't will take her by the Heart The Posset's right here take this (i) Spoon Speun Drink sup it off when that is (k) done deun Ye may lye down and take a Nod And rest your sel ' i' th' name o' God My Lady to the Ward-robe hy's Opens a Trunk and there she spy's A Milk-white Smock of dainty Linnin Indeed it was of her awn Spinning Quoifs Gorgets Heuds Bands Point Venee As curious wark as yane shall see Forseuth ye wou'd ha' thought it Sin T o've put a foul Finger therein Upon a Pin hung a Silk Manty And (l) Petticoat Wily-Coat to make her Canty Sae right and fixt nathing did lack They nev'r were thrice upon her Back Baith Hose and (m) Shoes Sheun and Gleuv's she sought Whilk for her proper wear were bought When aw thea things aside were laid My Lady rapp't up came her Maid Prudence quo she take my advice First clear (n) Property you Lass of Scabs and Lice Then take that trimming whilk ligs there And graith her featly ev'ry where And let me never see her Face 'Till she be in a (o) handsomer dester case It 's now five hours o' th' (p) Afternoon Afternoun And time I had my Vespers (q) done deun When it strikes sax then Grace may come And lead her to the Chappel-Room My Lady's orders were obey'd And aw things deun just as she said As seun as ev'r she leuk't upon her She (r) lowly kneeling laighly baiking made her Honour My Lady then a smiling fell Now ye leuk sunckat like your sel ' Your (Å¿) very feeble Wankle Leggs canno ' support ye Sae sit ye down 'till I exhort ye Madam indeed it 's your geud Nature That blenks sae blythly on your Creature Tell what 's become of thy sweet Baby I thought it wou'd not please your Lady ship it look't sae like its Dady I have disown'd it quite for mine And sent it o'er to Caroline To shuffle in its Syre's Plantation And mend the thorough-Reformation What course of Life will ye lead now The very same best pleases you Troth Property for mine awn pairt I 'll nev'r keep Mischief in my Heart Here take the Keys and stay nae (t) longer langer Stir easily 'till ye grow (u) stronger stranger And tatling Bablers do not hear They 'll buzze fond stories in your Ear. The meanest Servant of my Train Shall nev'r ha' reason to Complain Sir merrily she (x) went gade away And all was made up in dry Hay Land When Friendly Heav'n 's dispos'd to smile on Kings And Providential Blessings prune their Wings To vist us Peace Plenty's Mother thrusts into the Croud And peaceful Bays to Monarchs Brows allow'd Janus chain'd up the fierce Bellona bow 's And smooths the Furrows of her wrinkled Brows The Court a Nursery of Piety The Bord'ring Nations stand amaz'd to see That Bliss and envy the Felicity But oh the Frenzie of a pop'lar Rage It turns a Golden to an Iron Age Stung with Rebellion swell'd with Serpent's Pride The Healthful-feeding-Tree it lays aside And then no Fruit can please but what 's deny'd It toils for Sorrow 'till its strength be spent And makes the very Sin a Punishment O'erwhelm'd at last of all Assistance void Must Plunging sink and sinking be destroy'd Too rash my Muse what no Deliverance Look up despair not see who does Advance Isaac is bound and on the Altar laid The healing Angel speaks the stroak is stay'd Ten. Their Gracious Master after that Was far less troubled with their Prate Nae thanks to some for their geud Will But God's (y) above abeun the Devil still Sae lang as Earth was his abode He liv'd and dy'd i' th' fear o' God No doubt his Sins are all forgiv'n And his dear Saul's with God in Heav'n Land In Heav'n with God 't is sure Muse sing the rest What can'st thou say fall short so have the best Epitaphium Nor ly's nor dy's but fly's the soaring Charles Whose Name 's esteem'd above the richest Pearles Fly So he must to the Divinity There 's room to stretch his Soul Infinity Is spacious that will do 't and no less can To him who dy'd a Saint liv'd more than Man Wou'dst thou know where this sacred Relict lyes Kneel kiss this Urn now dry thy dropping Eyes Ten. Oh! Landlord ye ha' made me sory Land No doubt yet I 've a healing story I 'll tell it as we home-ward ride Ten. Geud Sir I can no' langer bide I pray you tell it me just now Land I 'll do 't then to make straight with you Lay by your (z) Tobacco Pipe in silence sit you still And Interrupt me not Ten. (a) No more Nae mair I will Land (b) Coronation day This Morning early as I slumb'ring lay Aurora handing in the welcome Day A Glorious Youth appear'd me-thought and said Come follow me refuse that flatt'ring bed His ami'able Countenance my Lodgings grac't I rowz'd my self and his safe Footsteps trac't When feeble I fell faint in Travelling He mounted me upon his Silver Wing He stream'd me to the New Jerusalem There gently gently set me down by him The Splendour of that place surmounts my Tongue Melodiously was Elohim's Praises sung The Beaming Rays of that Celestial Sun Compell'd my yielding Eyes the Light to shun I am thine Angel-Guardian he did say I 'll shew thee what is done in Heav'n this day Come list'n with Rev'rence but no more presume Then o'er my Face he lay'd his downy Plume I heard the voice of dreadful Majesty But wonderful it did not terrifie Majestick Mildness do not yet aspire Our God Jehovah's a consuming Fire Then Palpitation seiz'd my trembling heart My palsi'd hands did quake and ev'ry part My shiv'ring Joints could not their burthens Bear At which my tender Tutor do not fear But be you humble and be chearful here And thus th' Eternal Father to his Son And to his Holy Spirit We are One Before time was we were when time began ' Mongst other Beings we created Man And all things else which can in place be seen But now this day let us make King and Queen I 'll give them Wisdom Wisdom to