CORNELL UNIVERSITY LIBRARY BOUGHT WITH THE INCOME OF THE SAGE ENDOWMENT FUND GIVEN IN 1891 BY HENRY WILLIAMS SAGE PR8649.C54"l869""'''''-'''"^^ pt.1 "'"■'"■llllllliilBlSlfl ''°"^'=''°" °' '"""ic and 3 1924 013 511 096 L. Cornell University Library The original of tiiis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013511096 ^ATSON'S Choice Colle6tion O F COMIC and SERIOUS THE THREE PARTS, 1706, 1709, 171 1, IN ONE VOLUME. GLu4SG0W: REPRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION 1869. Lo IMPRESSION STRICTLY LIMITED TO i6j COPIES (lO OF WHICH ARE ON LARGE PAPEr). MAURICE OGLE & CO., I Royal Exchange Square, Glasgow, M'CORQUODALE & CO., Printers, 85 & 89 Maxwell Street, Glasgow. NOTE TO THE SUBSCRIBERS, The work known as " Watson's Collection " has long been " extremely scarce," and when a copy has occurred for sale, could only be obtained at an increasingly extravagant price. To meet the demand thus indicated, and render this important work accessible to the growing class of Book Collectors, the present limited fac simile reprint was projected ; and for the cordial support which it has received from the lovers of our early Scots Literature, who have so promptly subscribed, acknowledgment and thanks are here tendered by THE PUBLISHERS. Glasgow, Oct., 1869. INTRODUCTION. In reprinting this Collection, which, as Motherwell says,* " has preserved several interesting parcels " of our vernacular poetry," it may not be consi- dered inappropriate to furnish a few particulars regarding James Watson, to whose enterprise as printer, publisher, and probably also as compiler, we owe the original edition of this, the first com- pilation of its kind which issued from the Scottish press, and who may therefore be regarded as the pioneer of a revival of literature " in our own Native " Scots Dialect," as well as in that of the Art of Printing in Scotland, both of which had fallen into decay, in consequence of the Civil "Wars. The latter had, moreover, been most injuriously affected by the " Extensiveness" of the "Royal Gift" or monopoly of King's Printer, which ''one Andrew Anderson," (son of George Anderson, the first printer in Glasgow), in consideration of the " pay- " ment of a composition in Exchequer, and other "■weighty reasons "\ had succeeded, Anno 1671, in obtaining for a period of " Forty-one Years." " By " this Gift," says Watson, " the Art of Printing in " this IQngdom got a dead Stroke ; for by it no " printer could print anything, from a Bible to a " Ballad, without Mr. Anderson's Licence." From the same source, viz., " The Publisher's " Preface" to " The History of the Art of Printing," a work translated from the French, and issued by • Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern, 1827, Introduction, page Ix. ■f Vide Acta Sec. Concil, March 14, 1701. Watson as a sixpenny pamphlet, in 171 g, we learn that the choice of profession followed by him, and probably in no small degree his success therein, resulted from the liberality of his grandfather, and of his father, as the latter, who was originally a mer- chant in Aberdeen, appears to have had his first connection with printing through his advancing " Money to thrice the Value of all they had in " the World" to two Dutch printers who had been brought to Edinburgh, in the first instance, as " Workmen," and who, after several mutations, had acquired the printing establishment, but had become involved in difficulties through the extent of their purchase, " and the ill Payment of most ot " their Employers." From the pamphlet referred to, we also learn that Watson's father befriended the Dutchmen, " From " mere Compassion to them as Strangers, and " being," as he says, " my Mother's Countrymen." In return, " they made over the Printing House" to their benefactor, who appears, in his turn, to have speedily got into difficulties, as, in 1685-6, his land- lady, for mails (rent) due by hhn, poinded his press and goods, but he had them removed to Holyrood, where he also retired, and thus procured for him- self and them the privilege of sanctuary. In this conjuncture " He went to Court, to demand," says Watson, " a Debt due to my Grandfather, of Money " lent King Charles 11. in his Exile. But finding it " could not be paid at that Time, and having now " got too great a Concern in Printing, craVd a Gift " of being the Sole Printer of Almanacks in Scotland, " which he obtain'd -, and was also made Printer to " his Majesty's Family and Household, for which " he was to have a Salary of 100 lib. Stir, per An- " num. He d/d Anno 1687, when I was young, " whom he had design'd to be bred a Printer -, and " brought a Good Workman, for that End, from vu " Abroad, Before his Death, he obtain'd a Gift in " my Favour of being Icing's Printer, after the ex- " piry of Mr. Anderson's Gift ; but by his Death, " it was neglected to pass the Seals. '• In October, 1687, Peter Bruce (or Bruschii), " an Ingineer, a German by Birth, who brought in " the Water to the WeUs in Edinburgh, by an order " from the then Chancellor, took Possession of my " Father's Printing-House. But the Mob, at the " Revolution, and a pretended Creditor of the " Dutch-Msa.& (who long before were divested of " all their Right in favour of my Father) carried " away the Printing-House, brevt manu, and the " pretended Creditor sold it to the Society of Sta- " tioners." "In 1695" Watson "set up," and was soon doomed to experience the evils of his then perilous calling, as he was apprehended and imprisoned for having printed a book entitled " Scotland's Grievance respecting Darien." He did not, however, long remain in prison, for a rumour having reached Edinburgh, on 19th June, 1700, that the Spaniards had attacked the Scots colonists of Darien, but had been signally routed, these glad tidings raised such a tumult of joy that a large mob quickly assembled, kindled bonfires, forced the citizens to illuminate their windows, and broke the windows of those who declined to manifest their pleasure in this manner. A portion of the mob also forced an entrance into the house of Sir James Stewart, the King's Advocate, and compelled him to sign a warrant for liberating Paterson (no doubt the indefatigable projector of the Darien scheme) and Watson, while another portion of the mob, still more zealous, without waiting for such quasi-legal means of liberation, assaulted the prison, forced an entrance, and set free Paterson, Watson, and the other prisoners. As WatsoA prudently abstained from obtruding himself upon public attention, after this opportune outbreak, until the public feeling sub- sided, Mrs. Anderson, who, on her husband's death, in 1676, had succeeded to his monopoly, and who, in the exercise of it, had " persecuted all the printers " in Scotland," availed herself of these proceed- ings, and, as stated by "Watson, " prevailed with "the Magistrates of Edinburgh to discharge" his " "Working for some time; and in 1701 obtain'd " a "Warrant from the Privy Council, on a false " Representation, to shut up" his ""Work-House. " But upon a full Information, given in by" him "to the Lords of Privy Council (wherein all the " printers in Edinburgh concurr'd), and a debate " in presence of their Lordships, she was so well " exposed that she made no attempt afterwards of " that kind." Her allegations were that Watson had been bred a Papist, that he printed Popish and Jacobitical Books, that he had been several times prosecuted, had fled from Justice, and that to enable him to carry on business he had recanted his popish principles and turned Protestant. " In A.D. 1699, an Edinburgh Gazette was pub- " lished by authority, by James "Watson,"* and on February 19, 1 705, the first number of "The " Edinburgh Courant," a tri-weekly newspaper, was issued, of which Mr. Adam Boig was the " enter- " priser," and " James "Watson, in Craig's Close," the " undertaker" of the printing. It consisted " of " a small folio, in double columns," and contained " about as much matter as a single column of a " newspaper of moderate size."t On the near approach of the expiration of Mrs. Anderson's patent, "Watson opened a negotiation with Robert Freebairn, a printer in Edinburgh, with the view of obtaining for themselves the office of King's * Arnot's Histoi7 of Edinburgh, Chap. IV., p. 455. ■f Chambers's Domestic Annals of Scotland, Vol. ill., p. 314. IX Printers for Scotland. He seems to have rested some claim to the privilege on the fact of the King's concession to his father in 1685, which had not passed the Seals. Freebairn entered into the project, and it was agreed that application for the patent should be made in his name. A formal agreement was entered into along with John Baskett (Queen's Printer for England), by which Freebairn, Watson, and Baskett were each to have one-third of the patent, if obtained. Their efforts were successful, and in August, 1711, Freebairn obtained the Queen's warrant for the appointment to himself, his heirs, partners, assignees, or substitutes, for 41 years, and the patent passed the Seals in October the same year, which is also distinguished in the annals of printing as the year in which Baskett printed, at Oxford, his celebrated " Vinegar Bible." In 1713 Watson issued the " History of Printing," to which reference has already been made, and from the introduction to which, or as he styles it, " The " Publisher's Preface to the Printer's in Scotland,"* the preceding autobiographic extracts have been derived. Watson, also, therein refers "to the Gift " lately obtain'd from Her Majesty," and apologeti- cally explains " That tho' Mrs. Anderson had enjoy'd " her extensive Grant upwards of Forty years, and " was become rich and old -, yet she left no Stone " unturn'd to procure a new one : Which Mr. Free- ' ' bairn and I being appris'd of, used our Interest (for " the Ease and Relief of our selves and the other " Printers) to get a Patent in our own Favours, " which we happily obtain'd. You had no Reason " to dread ill Consequences from this Gift, which '•' is far less extensive than Mr. Anderson's, and * In this Preface he gives a very interesting account of Printing in Scotland, from the earliest times down to his own day, forming a most valuable contribution to the materials for a history of this art in Scotland, " gives much greater Liberty to all other Printers. " And I am very hopeful, the Art of Printing " shall lose nothing by Her Majesty's Favour to " us." But Watson's old enemy, Mrs. Anderson, was not yet done with hun, as by working on the avarice of Freebairn, and arranging to become his partner, they, in conjunction with Baskett, combined to represent the late patent " as void, and solicited a warrant " for a new Gift, for the purpose of annulling the " right of Watson, who printed much better than " either."* A lawsuit arose in consequence, and after the customary " law's delay," the Court of Session decided, in June, 17 1 5, in Watson's favour, and, on appeal to the House of Lords, this judgment was affirmed. On the breaking out of the Rebellion in 17 15, Freebairn declared for ICing James the Eighth, " retired to Perth, and set up as the Pretender's " printer there, with the instruments the rebels had " brought out of the printing-house at Aberdeen."! In consequence of this act of treason to the Hano- verian succession, Freebairn forfeited his patent, and a new one, for a like term of 41 years, was ^fted in 17 16 to Baskett in conjunction with the indefatigable Mrs. Anderson. But if by this fresh combination they expected to extinguish Watson, their hopes were not realized, and, singular to say, even Freebairn was permitted to resume his right as Printer to King George and his successors, who continued to employ Robert Freebairn, and his assignees, as printers, till the year 1752. Several of the most distinguished Scottish writers have highly commended Watson for the excellence and accuracy of his printing. For instance, " in " speaking of the time which succeeded the expira- * Lee's Memorial for the Bible Societies, note, p. 179, t Rae's History of the Rebellion, 1715. XI " tion of Mrs. Anderson's first patent," Principal Lee remarks that " it would be injustice to an " enterprising and ingenious man to pass over in " silence his neat and carefully executed editions of " the Bible — some of nuhich have never since been " excelled. Four or five editions of small sizes, " printed in 1715, 1716, 1719, and 1722, are " deservedly in great request. His Folio of 1722 " is also much esteemed. This man, having been " persecuted by his rivals, was provoked to do his " utmost to excel them. How much he surpassed " them in the beauty of his work, is obvious at first " sight. But he was also incomparably more " studious of accuracy than any of his contemporaries " in the same office."* Principal Lee, as evidence of the pains taken by Watson to secure accuracy, recapitulates certain pro- ceedings in connection with an apphcation made by the latter in the year 1717, to the General Assembly Commission, regarding the printing of the Church Standards, and of the Holy Scriptures. The Com- mission approved " a proposal tending so much to " the honour of religion," and appointed a committee of " ministers and elders" to supervise the texts. The result was the publication in (1719-22) of " A " Collection of Confessions of Faith, Catechisms, " Directories, Books of Discipline, &c., of public " authority in the Church of Scotland, commonly " known by the name of Dunlop's Confessions," and of various editions of the Bible printed between the years 1719 and 1722. The Folio Bible printed in 1722 being specially mentioned by Principal Lee as " generally valued" on account of its " accuracy."* But Watson was not wholly occupied with the printing of Church Standards and of Bibles, as in addition to other and more bulky works,f we find * Lee's Memorial, pp. 187-193. t See General Index, (17.), (27.), and (z8.) Xll issuing from his press, in 17 18, a very neat reprint in 1 2 mo, of *' The Famous History of the Renown' d and Valiant Prince, Robert, sirnamed the Bruce, King of Scotland:" by Patrick Gordon, Gentleman ; the first edition of which work had been printed at Dort, 1615. And, in 17 19, in 12 pp. folio, the celebrated Ballad or Poem entitled HARDYKNUTE ; A FRAGMENT, Watson set up his first printing house in Warriston Close, north side of High Street, but in 1697 he removed to Craig's Close, opposite the Cross, where he continued to print while he lived, and after his death it was long called " The King's Printing " House." ' In 1709 he opened a bookseller's shop, '' next door to the Red Lion, opposite to the " Luckenbooths," which faced St. Giles' Church, High Street, which shop he continued to occupy dur- ing the remainder of his chequered life. He died on 24th September, 1722, and was buried in the Grey- friars Churchyard, his obituary in the newspapers styling him, as does his celebrated Folio Bible of the same year, " His Majesty's Printer." Notwithstanding the persecutions of Mrs. Anderson, and other rivals, his business appears to have proved lucrative, as may reasonably be inferred from the following obituary notice which appeared in the Edinburgh Evening Courant, of 26th August, 1731 — "Last Tuesday, " died Mrs. Heriot, late the widow of Mr. James " Watson, His Majesty's Printer, by whom she had " a very considerable estate, a great part of wWch " comes to her present husband." Our best thanks are due to Mr. David Laing for several suggestions, kindly furnished by him during the course of the work through the press. R. A. Glasgow, Sept., 1869. GENERAL INDEX. The quotations initialed A, C. have been extracted from " An Introduction to the History of Poetry in Scotland," by Alexander Campbell, 1798, 4to — a work of which " 90 copies only" were " printed." Pages 151-65 of said work contain " a notice in detail " of " the contents " of Watson's Collection. PART I. PAGE 1. Christ's Kirk on the Green, . . . i " Composed (as was supposed)," the ist edition, as here reprinted, states, "by King James V."(i5i2-4z), but the 2nd edition (171 3) substitutes " King James I." (1394-1436). It appears in the Bannatyne MS. (1568), where it is ascribed to James 1., and in the Maitland Folio MS. (1555-86), but without author's name. The earliest known printed edition appeared anno 1663, and in 1691 an edition with notes was published by Bishop Gibson, which latter edition Watson appears to have followed. Authorities differ as to the author- ship, 2. The Blythesome Wedding, ... 8 " The first of the Sangs of the Lowlands to be met with in print." A. C, p. lo. 3. The Banishment of Poverty, . . . ir (2.) Is usually ascribed to Francis Sempill of Bel- trees, (obiit. 1682); and (3.) is unquestionably his production. See infra (8.) and (48.) 4- Lintoun Address to the Prince of Orange, 17 By Alexander Pennecuik, M.D., of Newhall, Edin- burghshire (165Z— 1722"). It exists as a Broadside, dated 1689, and is contained in his "Description of Tweeddale and Curious Collection of Select Scotish Poems." Edinburgh, 1715. 4to. 5. The Poor Client's Complaint, . . .21 Translated from the Latin of Buchanan, by " An- drew Simpsone, Episcopale Minister," as is certified by a curious MS. note on a Broadside copy of the poem, in the Advocate's Library. Simpsone wisely relin- quished preaching and took to printing. He wrote a curious book on the patriarchs, in verse, entitled " Tripatriarchicon, &c. Edinburgh, printed by the Author, 1705." A work esteemed by the book col- lector for its rarity, and by the book reader for its absurdity. 6. The Speech of a Fife Laird, . . -25 7. Habbie Simson, the Piper of Idbarchan, 32 " Standard Habbie." So styled by Ramsay from its form of stanza being adopted as a standard for much of our subsequent Scots poetry. 8. Epitaph on Sanny Briggs, . . -36 (7.) Certainly, and (8.) probably, written by Robert Sempill of Beltrees (1595-1668), father of Francis Sempill. Mr. David Laing possesses two early Broad- side copies of (7.), in both of which the second last verse is omitted. See ante (2.) and (^.\ and infra (48.) For particulars regardmg " The Poems of tlie Sem- pills of Beltrees," see " First Collected Edition, with Notes and Biographical Notices of their Lives. Edin. .849." 9. The Mare of Collingtoun, by P. D., . 39 A " piece of considerable merit." A. C, p. ijj. 10. The Last Dying Words of Bonny Heck, 68 "A pretty Uttle pathetic piece of poetry as ever was written." A. C, p. 155. By Lieut. William Hamilton of Gibertfield (1670-1751), poetical corre- spondent of Allan Ramsay, and author of the modern- ised and vulgarised version of " Henry's Wallace." For Sibbald's opinion of (y.\ (9.) and (10.), see Chronicle of Scottish Poetry, vol. iv., p. xlv. XV Six Poems, (II.) to (i6.) inclusi've, by Captain Alexander Montgomery (15 — to 16 — ). See also irfra (330 " Three of his productions, namely, Echo, the Flyting, and tlie Cherrie and the Sloe, are quoted in 'Ane Schort Treatise, conteining some Revlis and Cautelis to be obseruit and eschewit, in Scottis Poesie,' published by King James," in his work entitled The Essayet of a Prentise in the Divine Art of Poesie. Edin., 1584, 4to. See " Poems of Alexander Montgomery." Edin., i8zi, p. xiv. Campbell's remark, with reference to the orthography of " The Cherry and the Slae" (12.)) '* applicable to all Montgomery's poems here published, as compared with the versions in the MSS. and in the early printed copies. PAGE 11, A Sweet Sonnet to the Blessed Trinity, . 71 Appears in the Drummond MS, 12, The Cherry and the Slae, . . .71 " The orthography observed in this copy is modern compared with that in Ramsay's Evergreen." A. C, p. 156, Ramsay professedly followed the edition printed by Andro Hart, anno 1615, which edition is said to have been " newly altered, perfyted, and divided into 114 quatorziems, not long before the author's death." " Lord Hailes, Ritson, and other poetical antiquaries," are reported to have searched in vain for this said edition of Hart, Pinkerton, in his " List of the Scotish Poets," prefixed to " Ancient Scotish Poems," vol. i., p. n8, refers to an edition printed in 1595 ; but no one else seems to have discovered one of an earlier date than 1597, 13, Captdn A, Montgomery, his Lamentation, 124 Appears in the Bannatyne MS. under the title of «A Godly Prayer." 14, The Solsequium 1 26 Appears in the Bannatyne and Drummond MSS. In Lord Hailes Preface to " Ancient Scottish Poems " (1770), it is stated (p, vi.) that " The Comparison, and The Solsequium, are the work of the Earl of Stirling." This appears to be either a misprint or an awkward slip, as the reference evidently is to " four lines of a comparison, ' The bramble growis,' which, in the Evergreen, follow the Solsequium, and which four lines are attributed to Sir William Alexander, Earl of Stirling." See " Poems of Alexander Mont- . gomery," i8ii, p. 313, note 165. In the Bannatyne MS. (i 3.) and (14.) are erroneously ascribed to Robert Montgomery, FA.6B 15. Psalm xxxvL, 127 16. His Morning Muse, . . . .128 (15.) and (16.) do not appear in eitlier of the MSS., but are subjoined to all the ordinary editions of " The Cherry and the Slae." 17. Polemo-Mddinia, 129 By William Drammond of Hawthornden (1585- 1649). It was published by Bishop Gibson, in 1691, and is included in an edition of Drummond's Works, in one vol., folio, 171 1. Printed by Watson, under the superintendence of Bishop Sage and Thomas Rud- diman. See infra (29.) 18. Poems on the King and Queen of Fairy — Latin and Englisli, • . . • ^35 By Archibald Pitcaime, an eminent physician of Edinburgh (16JZ-1713). Walter Dennestoune was his nom-de-plume. He is the author of " Babell, a Poem," printed from the MS., for the Maitland Club, by G. K, Kinloch ; " The Assembly, a. Comedy. London, 1722." &c., &c. 19. Hollow, My Fancie (17 stanzas), . .142 Partly written by Lieut.-Colonel William Clelland (1661-1689), and published in a posthumous "Col- lection of several Poems and Verses," 1 697, Svo. For an interesting account of his Life and Poems, see Irving's "History of Scottish Poetry." Edinburgh, 1861. Pp.581-5. The Percy Folio MS. (printed text, vol. z, p. 30), contains a version of six stanzas, which differs considerably from that published in this Col- lection both in phraseology and arrangement. The Nota (p. 142) prefixed to the text here printed is not quite accurate, as the last stanza, which is there ascribed to Clelland, is evidently derived from the concluding* stanza of the Percy MS. version. The stanzas in Watson, and not in the Percy MS., are the 3rd, and the 7th to 1 6th inclusive. XV 11 PART II. 20. Robert HI. of Scotland's Answer to Henry IV. of England, . . . iii " Maid by Deine David Steil," as stated in Mait- land Folio MS. (1555-86), in pages 107-13, of which the poem is transcribed. It is mentioned in the " Complaint of Scotland " (1549). Exists as a Broad- side, of about the year 1680, in the Pepysian Library, and was printed at Edinburgh, in 1700, 8to, p. 8. (See Mr. David Laing's "Early Metrical Tales," p. 207.) 21. King James the VI.'s Queen's Entry into Edinburgh, May, 1590, ... I 22. The Passage of the PUgrimer (2 parts), . 1 6 (ii. and 2z.) By John Bvrel, burgess of Edinburgh. A copy of his poems, printed by Waldegrave, Edin- burgh (1595-6), and supposed to be unique, was sold at Bright's sale. 23. Sir Thomas Maitland's Satyr upon Sir Niel Laing, . . . . -54 By Thomas, third son of Sir Richard Maitland, to the latter of whom we owe the Maitland MSS. 24. Sir John the Grahame's Epitaph. Latin and Translation, . . . -54 Sir John the Grahame, the compatriot of Wallace, fell at the battle of Falkirk, 1298, and was buried in Falkirk churchyard. Over his remains was placed a gravestone, inscribed, in Latin and English, with the Epitaphs in Part III., p. 97. In Nimmo's " History of Stirlingshire, 1777," it is recorded that " when some of Cromwell's English troops were stationed at Fal- kirk, one of the officers desired the schoolmaster of that town to translate the Latin lines, which he did in the" words of this translation. Baties or Bawties means dogs. 25. Epithalamium on the Marriage of Mary Queen of Scots, . . . • 5S A wretched translation from the Latin of George Buchanan (1506-1582). See Note, Part II., p. 66, See also ante (5.) b xvm PAGE 26. William Lithgow, his Epitaph, . . 67 " Silly verses on a worthless drunken body." A. C, p. 158. They subsequently appeared in a volume entitled "A Collection of Scots Poems, on several occasions, by the late Mr. Alexander Pennecuick, Gentleman, and others." Edinburgh, 1756. This Alexander Pennecuick was a burgess of Edin- burgh, and must not be confounded with his uncle, the Laird of Newhall (See ante 4.) 27. Cselia's Country House and Closet, . .71 "By Sir George Mackenzie, of Rosehaugh" (1636- 91), known as "the bloody Mackenzie." Watson published a collected edition of his Works, with a Life, in 2 vols., folio, Edinburgh, 1716-22. 28. On the Names of the Actors of" some Philosophical Disputations, . . 93 Percy, in the ist edition of his Reliques, gave these verses as a specimen of the poetical talents of " Jamie the Sapient and Sext," but subsequently excluded them, " it having been suggested to " him * that the King only gave the quibbling commendations in prose, and that some obsequious court rhymer put them into metre." The royal pedant is also supposed to have been similarly indebted for "The Psalms of King David, translated by King James," reprinted "on a beautiful type and fine paper by the celebrated James Watson. Edinburgh, 1712." 8vo. A. C, p. 68. 29. Forth Feasting. By William Drummond, . ^^ First published in " The Muses Welcome to King James." Edinburgh, 1618. See also ante (17.) 30. On Love — " Love's like a Game at Tables," 114 31. On a Gentlewoman that was Painted, . 115 32. On Returning late at Night from Court, . 1 16 (30 to 32.) inclusive, by Sir Robert Aytoun, of Kinaldie, Fifeshire (1570-1638). See Index, end of Part 11. For other poems by him, see infra (34. to 41.) inclusive; and for others ascribed to him, more or less directly, see infra (48., 52. and 57.) A MS. of his Latin Poems (circa. 1610) is pre- served in the Advocates' Library, and several poems of his, in the same language, appeared in the DelicicB Poetarum Scotorum. XIX P A K T III. 33. The Flyting betwixt Pol wart and Mont- gomery, By Captain Alexander Montgomery (see ante 11. to 1 6. inclusive), and Sir Patrick Hume of Polwarth (obiit. 1609). An edition of this poem, printed by Andro Hart, 1621, in 4to., existed at one time in the Harleian Library. Two editions, one " by the Heires of Andro Hart," and the other " by the heirs of Thomas Finlayson," "for John Wood," were also printed at Edinburgh in 1629. (See "Poems of Alexander Montgomery," p. 100.) The last-named disputant in this apparently good- humoured interchange of literary billingsgate, was author of " The Promine," on " King James the Sext, his first passing to the Fieldes." " Imprentit at Edin- burgh be Johne Ros, for Henry Chartres, ij8o," and reprinted by Mr. David Laing in his " Select Remains of the Ancient Poetry of Scotland." Edinburgh, The eight foUoiuing (34. to 41.) inclusive luere 47. The Election — " Some loves a "Woman for her Wit," 71 Mr. Maidment, in his "Scottish Ballads and Songs," Edinburgh, 1859, pages 79-80, reprints "These pleasing verses from ' Several Scots Poems,' printed at Edinburgh in 1745, and containing. Seven curious Poems, composed by the Great Montrose, &c. It is not unlikely," he shrewdly adds, " that the Song has appeared in some other shape, which has escaped the notice of the Editor." 48. Old-Long-Syne (2 parts), . . .71 " Has been traced in Broadsides prior to the close of the Seventeenth century." Chambers' " Songs of Scotland prior to Burns" p. Z74. In "The Poems of the Sempills of Beltrees," pp. Ixxiii.-iv., this earliest known version of a song which Burns has rendered femous, is ascribed to Francis Sempill, on the authority of some MSS. — not holograph of the alleged author — now or lately in the possession of one of his descendants. The editor of Sir Robert Aytoun's Poems (Edinburgh, 1844) states that the song, as here published, was rendered into English by Sir Robert Aytoun. XXI PAGE 49. The Indifferent Lover — " 'Tis not your Beauty nor your Wit," . . -74 50. The Constant Lover — " The Adamant doth draw indeed," . . . . -77 5 1 . The Careless Lover — " I Scorn the State of that Lover's Condition," . . -78 52. Lady Anne Bothwel's Balow, . . -79 " The unhappy lady into whose mouth some un- known poet has put this lament, is now ascertained to have been Anne, daughter to Bothwell, Bishop of Orkney. Her faithless lover was her cousin, Alexander Erskine, son to the Earl of Mar. Lady Anne is said to have possessed great beauty, and Sir Alexander was reputed the handsomest man of his age. He was first a colonel in the French army, but afterwards engaged in the service of the Covenanters, and came to his death by being blown up, with many otlier persons of rank, in Dunglass Castle, on the 30th of August, 1 640." Prof. Child's English and Scottish Ballads, vol. iv,, p. 123. See page xxv. 53. A dlsswaslve from Women ; and An Answer, . . . . . .82 54. Elegy on the Death of a Mistress, . -85 55. On the Lady Cast n, . . .87 56. In praise of Woman. By Montrose, . 88 See infra (66. to 71.) inclusive. 57. On Black Eyes. By [George] my Lord Gordon (1617-45), . . . .88 Eldest son of George, Second Marquis of Huntly. He was killed at the battle of Alford, Aberdeenshire, while in command of the right wing of the army led by the gallant Marquis of Montrose. 58. A Lover's Lamentation — " King Priamus had no more Pain," . . . .89 "This is a poor attempt at Epigram." A. C, p. 164. 59- Inconstancy Reproved — "I do confess thou'rt smooth and fair," . . • 91 Appeared in Playford's Select Ayres, 1659, under the title of a " Song to his forsaken Mistress, set to music by Henry I,awes." It is generally attributed to Sir Robert Aytoun, and was included in his Poems. Edinburgh, 1 844. Robert Chambers points out that " the resemblance of the style of sentiment and diction to Anne Bothwell's Lament can scarcely be over- looked." Songs 0/ Scotland prior to Burns, p. 272. 60. On the Death of John [Eleventh] Earl of Errol. (Obiit. December, 1704,) . 92 61. On the Death of Sir Charles Maltland, . 95 62. On the Death of Sir John the Grame, . 97 See ante (24.) 63. Lady CaUendar's Epitaph, 1659, . . 97 This " Phoenix of her sex " was Margaret, daughter of the Earl of Yester, widow of the Earl of Dunferm- line, and afterwards the wife of the first Earl of Cal- lendar. (60. to 63.) inclusive — " Are in the usual style of general commendation, which may apply to John Doe, or Richard Roe, as well as to those whose memories are immortalized in attempts at Elegy." A. C, p. 164. 64. On Judge Smith and Moseley, by S. Colvin, 1667, 98 Samuel Colvin — or rather Colville — is said to have been a younger son of Lady Colville of Culross, the author of " Ane Godly Dream, compylit in Scottish meter. Edinburgh, 1603." He wrote " The Whiggs Supplication — or the Scots Hudibras, a mock poem. London, 1681." 6^. The Woman's Universe (1652) — "Wit's Blue-eyed Maid, Industrious Art," . 99 " This is a rude, unmannerly satire on woman, obscene in no small degree, and somewhat witty." A. C, p. 164. Seven Poems (66. to 72.) inclusi-ve, by James Grahame, Marquis of Montrose. Bom, l6ij; beheaded, 1650. See also ante (56.) FAGB 66. "My Dear and only Love" (2 parts), . 107 67. " There's nothing in this World can prove," 112 68. " Unhappy is the Man," . . .113 6^. "Burst not, my Soul, in main of Tears," 114 70. "Can Little Beasts with Lions roar," . 115 71. On King Charles I. — " Great, Good, and Just, could I but rate," . . ,116 72. On hearing what was his [own] Sentence, 1 16 Of the above poems attributed to the great Mar- quis of Montrose, Dr. Irving (Hist, of Scot. Poetry, pp. 563-6) supposes it not " improbable that some or all of them had been printed in a fugitive form, on those frail and evanescent papers commonly denomin- ated Broadsides." (66.) and (71.) at least exist in that form, as at the late Mr. Sim of Coultermains' sale, there was sold a copy of the former, comprising both parts. It is illustrated with two rude woodcut por- traits, one of Charles II. and the other of J. G., Mar- quis of Montrose, and bears the title — ^ An excellent new Ballad, commonly known by the name of Mon- trose's Lines — to its own proper tune ;" while a copy of the latter (which is in the possession of James Maidment, Esq.) bears the title — " Epitaphs. The first written by the Marquis of Montrose with the point of his Sword." This last poem is also « to be found, with his (Montrose's) name annexed, in a col- lection of papers relative to the unfortunate Charles, printed a.d. 1649." It is, moreover, printed or referred to in other publications of an early date. Of the other pieces no earlier copies than those here reprinted are known to exist. 73. King Charles' Lament — "You Gods and Goddesses that rules in Helicon," . 117 " Lamentable indeed, but more deplorable in its construction than the woes it commemorates. Alas ! poor Charles!" A. C, p. 164. XXIV The work concludes thus — " The end of the first Volume." From which it appears that " the Undertaker " in- tended to issue, at least, another volume ; but as the intention was never carried into effect, the work must be regarded as complete in its present form. A second edition of Part I. appeared in lyi^s '"^' with the exception that, on page I, it substitutes King James the First in place of King James the Fifth, as the supposed author of " Christ's Kirk on the Green," the changes are unimportant, being merely orthographical or typographical — the latter consisting in the substitution of capitals for small letters, and vice versa. Alexander Campbell, in the work already referred to and quoted from, describes this "volume" as " containing several scarce and fugitive pieces," the publishing of which " marks an era," as he states, " wherein Scotish verse, strictly so called, that had given place to the more polished language of the South, was again revived," inasmuch " as in it appear, for the first time, after the accession of the Sixth James to the throne of England, any specimen of poetry in the Scotish low country dialect." Mr. Maidment, the latest editor of Scottish Ballads, alludes to Watson thus — " It is a matter of much regret that he had not preserved many of the songs and ballads which existed in his time, but which have subsequently disappeared. He would have been at least a faithful editor, and not have attempted those alterations which Allan Ramsay has taken with many of the poems in the Evergreen." — Scottish Bal- lads and Songs, Historical and Traditionary. Edin. 1868. Vol. II., p. 44. XXV LADY ANNE BOTHWEL'S BALOW. In the Percy Folio MS. (printed text), the editors have inserted an attack upon Watson's version of, and questioned the correctness of the title given by him to this ballad. It is considered advisable, therefore, to review the matter in this place somewhat in detail — furnishing, first, an account of the various versions of the ballad, MS. and printed; next, a reply to Mr. Chappell's "Statement" in the work above referred to; and, last, a table showing the order and conespondence of the stanzas in the different versions. In Brome's Northern Lass, 1632, two stanzas are printed, which, however, do not occur verbatim in any other version. Four versions of the ballad exist in MS. : — (I.) Pinkerton's, 1625-49, which MS. is now in the possession of Mr. David Laing, and is said to contain two Balowes, viz., (I. A.) Palmer's, and (I. B.) Allan's; (II.) Gamble's, 1649; ("'•) Percy's, 1650; and (IV.) Roger's, i6j8. (I. A.) and (II.) each consist "of six stanzas nearly verbatim ;" (III.) has one stanza additional ; and (IV.) omits two stanzas ; but in other respects the four MS. ver- sions are almost identical. With the exception of the two stanzas mentioned above, Watson's (Part in., 1711, pp. 79-82) is the earliest existing version which appeared in print. It consists of thirteen stanzas, as does also Ramsay's, which appeared in the Tea Table Miscellani/, 1724. The two last versions substantially agree, but Professor Child justly regards " the latter as the better version of the two, and equally authentic ;" and it has, moreover, been adopted, with but slight variations, by Thomson in his Oipheus Caledonius, 1725, and by nearly all subsequent editors of Scotish ballad lore. Bishop Percy, in his lieliqueSf 1765, printed seven stanzas from his Folio MS., " corrected by [the version] in Allan Ramsay's Miscellani/," the title in which last he adopted. Pinkerton, in his Scotish Tragic Ballads, 1781, p. 113, alleges that the two Balowes in his NiS. "are injudiciously mingled in Ramsay's edition, and" that "several stanzas " have been " added ;" which statement, if correct, is equally applicable to Watson's version. At p. 59 of the work referred to, Pinkerton also prints four selected stanzas, regarding which he explains, p. 113, that the three first stanzas [1,4 and 2 of Watson's version] are taken from (I. A.), and that the fourth [which corre- sponds with Watson's and Ramsay's last] is taken from (I. B.). Mr. David Laing, however, designates Mr. Pinkerton's text as " utterly worthless." An " account of the original personages of the BalhJ," confirma- to'y of tradition, of the title given by Watson, and of the circum- stances narrated in his version, as derived from " a passage in Father Hay's History of the Holyroodhouse Family," appeared In Cham- bers' Scottish Ballads, 1829, pp. 133-4 [""' "P- i'8>" as stated in Percy MS,, vol. iii., p. 515, note 3], and as a note to the Scots C Musical Museum, Songcxxx., in Illustratiunt of the. Lyric Poetry of Scotland, 1853, pp. 203-5*. ^'"- Chambers was indebted for the first account tc, while the second is from the pen of, the late Charles Kirkpatriclt Sharpe, Esq. ; and the information they convey has been ably summarised by Professor Child, in English and Scottish Ballads, as quoted ante (52.), page xxi. In the Percy Folio MS. (printed text), vol. iii., 1868, under the heading Balowe, pp. 515-23, the MS. versions (II., III. and W.) are printed ; (III.) as the text, and the other two in the lengthened Introduction which precedes it. (I. A.) and (I. B.) are also referred to in a note, p. 516 ; while a " Statement,'' which " Mr. Chappell has been good enough to draw up, at some trouble," is incorporated in the Introduction. The answers to his assertions, as therein contained, are — Iiet Mr. Chappell, or any one Slse, produce a duly authenticated " sixteenth century" copy, or even fragment, and show that the alleged allusions " of our early dramatists" relate to, or that the tuna accompanied the words of, any version of this Ballad, at or prior to " 1 599" Tlie Pinkerton MS., if not earlier, is at least as early as the earliest of the MSS. named by Mr. Chappell ; but even if it were not so, does Mr. Chappell mean to assert that Scotish productions were not preserved in English MSS. ? It is probable that Watson's version was printed from an early Broadside, as it bears the rude tokens of such an origin ; but it is not at all probable that the Broadside was an English one, and it must surely have been printed considerably earlier than the one which Evans " reprinted in his Old Ballads, &c., edit. 1810" I ! ! Watson's Collection, Part III., was printed not " in 1J1$," but in 171 1 ; and no "particular honour" is therein "claimed for Lady Anne Bothwel" on account of her misfortune. Will Mr. Chappell name the " Scotch antiquaries" who " have been very busy in search- ing into the scandalous History of the Bothwel family?" As already stated, C. K. Sharpe, Esq., derived from a family record the " account," which appears to be accepted as conclusive by every one but Mr. Chappell and his disciple Mr. Fumivall. This " account " Mr. Chappell quietly ignores, and in papal style absolves "the whole race" of Bothwel from Watson's "imputation" — a stretch of charity bordering upon the sublime, but, unfortunately, utterly at variance with fact. His excess of charity, in this instance, may, however, be meant to atone for his lack of it towards the " Scotch antiquaries." With reference to the lines ascribed to Montrose, Mr. Chappell adduces no reason why Watson should be blamed for printing them as he, no doubt, found them, (See ante, page xxiii.) The same remark is equally applicable to Watson's version of " Lady Anne Bothwel's Balow," which is admittedly corrupt, and much inferior to Ramsay's, which last was probably derived or revised from the Pinkerton or some similar MS. The " added " stanzas, above alluded to, are doubtless the work of an inferior writer, and were probably written (see stanzas lo, 1 1, ij) sliortly after the tragedy at Dunglass Castle, 1640, about which time tlie Ballad was also probably issued in an enlarged and amended form as a Broadside. Looking at the whole tenor of tlie Ballad, it is not at all probable that the writer, amender, or reciter, meant to convey any such meaning as the vulgar constraction put upon lines 3 and 4 of stanza 3 by Mr. Chappell ; and the writer of note i, p. 520, vol. iii,, Percy MS., may be informed that the corresponding stanza, as " polished *' or " altered," was printed by Mr. R. Chambers verbatim from Ramsay's stanza 5. As to the absence of " Scotch" words — Mr. Chappell is either not aware of, or he ignores the fact, that the Scotish poets of the period in question wrote in English — as, for instance, the Earl of Stirling, Drummond of Hawthornden, the Marquis of Montrose, and Sir Robert Aytoun. The last named, from the nature of his official connection with the court, must have been generally resident in London, in which city he died in 1638; and Mr. Robert Chambers suggests, with some considerable degree of probability, that he may have been the author of " Lady Anne Bodiwel's Lament," — as it appears in MSS. I. and II. See Songs of Scotland prior to Burns, page 271, It may here be noted, as a curious coincidence, that two of Sir Robert Aytoun's Poems "are to be found" in Pinkerton's MS. (See Scotish Tragic Ballads, 1781, pp. 116-8.) It may also be mentioned that Richard Brome, who wrote The Northern Lass, was servant to Ben Johnson, the latter of whom boasted that " Sir Robert Aytoun loved him dearly." But if the " lazy Southrons," who wrote the flippant and blunder- ing Introduction to the Balowe of the Percy MS., will persist in thinking that " Lady Anne Bothwel" is not the Northern Lass of the Ballad, and will insist that " the sad lady and her lover are still to seek," by all means let them prosecute the Wild Goose chase. The order of the corresponding stanzas is as follows : — VERSIONS. STANZAS. Watson's, . . . 1, z, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13. Ramsay's, . . . i, 2, 5, 3, 6, 7, 8, 9, 4, 11, 10, 12, 13. Gamble's, . . . i, 1, -, 3, 6, -, -, 5. Percy's, . . . . i, 3, -, i, 6, -, -, 7. Roger's, . . . . i, 3, -, i, 4. The two stanzas in The Northern Lass bear some resemblance to stanzas 8 and 2 of Watson's version. The Percy MS. stanza 5, is also, to some extent, an echo of Watson's stanza 2, and the corresponding stanzas of the other ver- sions, Percy's included. The last couplet of Watson's stanza 10 breathes the same senti- ment of undying attachment as Gambit's and Percy's stanza 4. Choice Colle£tion O F COMIC and SERIOUS BOTH ANCIENT and MODERN. £y feveral Hands. PART I. Quicquid agunt Homines, votum, timor, ira, voluptas, Gaudia, di/curfus, noJtH eji farrago Libelli. EDINBURGH, Printed \yy James Watfon: Sold hyjohn Vallange. M. DCC. VI. ( ) THE PUBLISHER TO THE READER. AS the frequency ofPubliJhing ColleBi- •^■^ ons of Mifcellaneous Poems in our Neighbouring Kingdoms and States, may, in a great meafure, jufify an Undertaking of this kind with us ; fo 'tis hoped, that this being thefirf of its Nature which has been publifsd in our own Native Scots DialeSi, the Candid Reader may be the more eafly induced, through the Confide- ration thereof to give fome Charitable Grains of Allowance, if the Performance come not up tofuch aPointof E>xa5lnefs as may plecife an over nice Palate. And fmce The Publiflier to the Reader. Jince the Undertaker depends much onjuch Generous Helps as he expeSlsfrom the Re- pofitories of Jome Curious and Ingenious Gentlemen, who take pleafure in keeping feveral Comic and Diverting Poems by them ; the Reader is not to look for an exa5i Precedency as to the Priority or order of Time in which the feveral following Poems were frf Compofed: yet at the fame time, as a Teji of the Undertaker s Care to pleafe his Reader as much as he can, this frjl Effay is chiefly compojed offuch Poems as have been formerly Printed moji Uncor- re5ily, in all reJpeSls, but are now copied from the mojl CorreSl Mantifcripts that could be procured fthem. And it is in- tended^ that the next ColleSiion Jhall coffijl wholly of Poems never before Printed, mo/i f them being already in the Under- takers Hands, and Jhall (God willing^ be publijh'd at or before the fr/l day of November next. Pro captu Ledloris habent fua fata Libelli. ( ^ ) Chrift's Kirk on the Green. Compofed (as was fuppofed) by King James the Fifth. WAs ne'er in Scotland heard nor feen fuch Dancing and Deray ; Neither at Faulkland on the Green, nor Peebles at the Play, As was of Wooers as I ween at Chrijfs Kirk on a day : For there came Katie wafhen clean with her new Gown of Gray, Full gay that day. To dance thefe Damofels them dight, thefe Lafles light of kits, Their Gloves were of the Raffal right, their Shoes were of the Straits; Their Kirtles were of Z//«co/«'-light, well preft with many Plaits; They were fo nice when Men them neigh'd they fquell'd like any Gaits, Full loud that day. Of all thefe Maidens mild as Mead, was none fo gimp as Gillie^ As any Rofe her Rude was red, her Lire was like the Lillie, But yellow yellow was her Head, and fhe of Love fo filly, A Though Though all her Kin had fworn her dead fhe would have none but JVilUe Alone that day. She fcorn'd Jack^ and fcripped at him, and murgeon'd him with Mocks ; He would have lov'd her, fhe would not let him for all his yellow Locks. He cherifht her, fhe bade go chat him, fhe counted him not two clocks : So fhamefully his fhort Jack fet him, his Legs were like two Rocks, Or Rungs that day. Tom Lutter was their Minflrel meet, good Lord, how he could lance ; He play'd fo fhril, and fang fo fweet while Toufie took a Trance: Old Lightfoot there he could foreleet, and counterfitted France^ He held him like a Man difcreet, and up the Morice Dance He took that day. Then Stephen came flepping in with ftends, no rink might him arrefl: ; Splayfoot did bob with many bends, for Mafie he made requefl, He lap while he lay on his lends, and rifmg was fo preafl. While he did hoafl at both the Ends for honour of the Feafl, And danc*d that day. Then Robin Roy began to revel, and Toujie to him drugged ; Let ( 3 ) Let be, quoth Jack^ and call'd him Jevel, and by the Tail him rugged, Then Kenjie chcked to a Kevel, God wots as they two lugged ; They parted there upon a Nevel, Men fay that Hair was rugged Between them twa. With that a friend of his cry'd fy, and forth an Arrow drew ; He forged it fo fiercefuUy, the Bow in flinders flew. Such was the Grace of God, trow I, for had the Tree been true ; Men faid, who knew his Archery, that he had flain anew, Belyve that day. A yap young Man that fl:ood him neift:, foon bent his Bow in ire. And etled the Bairn in at the Breaft, the Bolt flew ov'r the Bire : And cry'd fy, he hath flain a Prieft a mile beyond the Mire : Both Bow and Bagg from him he kieft, and fled as fafl: as Fire From Flint that day. An hafty Kinfman called Hary^ that was an Archer keen, Tyed up a tackle withoutten tarry, I trow the Man was teen : I wot not whether his hand did vary, or his Foe was his Friend : A 2 But ( 4 ) But he efcap't by the mights of Mary as one that nothing mean'd But good that day. Then Lawrie like a Lion lap, and foon a Flain could fedder : He height to pierce him at the pape, thereon to wed a Wedder : He hit him on the wamb a wap, it bulF't like any Bladder. He fcaped fo, fuch was his hap ; his Doublet was of Leather Fulljine that day. The buff fo boifteroufly abaift him, that he to th' Earth duflit down, The other Man for dead there left him, and fled out of the Town. The "Wives came forth, and up they reft him and found life in the Lown ; Then with three routs they raifed him and cur'd him out of fown, Fra hand that day. The Miller was of manly make, to meet him it was no mowes .* There durft not Ten-fome there him take fo cowed he there powes. The Bufhment whole about him brake and bickered him with Bows, Then traiteroufly behind his back, they hack'd him on the howes Behind that day. Then Hutchon with a Hazel rice to red gan through them rummil .* He ( 5 ) He muddl'd them down like any Mice he was no petty bummil, Tho he was wight, he was not wife, with fuch jutors to jummil : For from his Thumb there flew a flice while he cry'd barlafummil, rmjlain this day. When that he faw his ^lood fo red to flee might no man let him : He trow'd it had been for old feed ; he thought and bade have at him. He made his Feet defend his Head, the far fairer it fet him. While he was paft out of their dread : they muft be fwift that gat him Through /peed that day. Two that were headfmen of the Herd, they rufht on other like Rams ; The other four which were unfear'd beat on with Barrow Trams. And where their Gobs they were ungear'd, they got upon the Gams, While that all bloody was their Beards, as they had worried Lambs, Moji like that day. They girn'd and glowred all at anes, each Goflip other grieved : Some flriked ftings, fome gathered ftanes, fome fled, and fome relieved. The Minftrel ufed quiet means, that day he wifely prieved, For (.6 ) For he came hame with unbruis'd Banes, where fighters were mifchieved, Full ill that day. With Forks and Flails they lent them flaps, and flew together with frigs : With bougres of Barns they pierc'd blue caps and of their Bairns made Briggs ; The Rare rofe rudely with their raps, then Rungs were laid on Riggs .' The Wives came forth with cries and claps, fee where my Likeing ligs. Full low this day. The black Souter of Braith was bowden, his Wife hang at his Waift : His body was in black all browden, he girned like a Ghaift, Her glittering hair was fb gowden, her love faft from him laift. That for his fake fhe was unyawden while he a mile was chac'd And mair that day. When they had beir'd like baited Bulls, the bone-fires burnt like bails. And then they grew as meek as Mules that wearied are with mails ; For thofe forfoughten tyred fools fell down like flaughtered Frails, Frefh men came in and hail'd the Dools, and dang them down in dails Bedeen that day. The Wives then gave a hideous yell, when all thefe yonkiers yoked. As fierce as flags of Fire-flaughts fell, frieks to the Field they flocked. The ( 7 ) The Carles with clubs did others quell on Breaft, while blood outboaked, So rudely rang the common Bell, that all the Steeple rocked For dread that day. By this Tom Tailor was in his gear, when he heard the common Bell, He faid, he fhould make all a ftear when he came there himfell, He went to fight with fiich a fear while to the Ground he fell, A Wife that hit him on the Ear with a great knocking Mell, Felled him that day. The Bridegroom brought a Pint of Ale, and bade the Piper drink it, Drink it quoth he, and it fo ftale, afhrew me if I think it. The Bride her Maidens ftood near by, and faid it was not blinked. And Bartagejie the Bride fo gay, upon him fail fhe winked. Fullfoon that day. When all was done Dick with an Ax came forth to fell a Pother, Quoth he, where are you whorefon fmaiks right now that hurt my Brother ? His Wife bade him go hame Gib Glaiks^ and fo did Meg his Mother ; He turn'd and gave them both their paiks, for he durft ding no other But them that day. FINIS. ( 8 ) The Blythfome Wedding. FY let us all to the Briddel, for there will be Lilting there, For Jockieh to be Married to Maggie the Lafs with the Gauden-hair ; And there will be Lang-kail and Pottage and Bannocks of Barley-Meal, And there will be good Salt-herring to relifli a Kog of good Ale, Fy let us all to the Briddel^ for there will be lilting there. For JockieV to be married to Maggie the Lafs with the Gauden hair. And there will be Sandie the Sutor, and Willie with the meikle mow And there will be Tom the Ploutter, and Andrew the Tinkler I trow, And there will be bow legged Robbie, and Thumblefs Kettieh Good-man, And there will be blue cheeked Dallie and Lawrie the Laird of the Land. Fy let us all &c. And there will be Sow-libber Peatie and plouckie fac't Wat in the Mill, Capper-nos'd Gibbie and Francie that wins in the how of the Hill, And there will be Alajler-Dowgal that fplee- fitted Bejie did woo, And ( 9 ) . And fniffling Lillie and Tibbie, and Kirftie that Belly-god Sow, Fy let us all &c. And Crampie that married Stainie and coft him Breeks to his Arfe, And afterwards hanged for Stealing, great Mercy it hapned no worfe ; And there will be fairntickl'd Heiv, and Befs with the lillie white Leg, That gat to the South for Breeding and bang'd up her wamb in Mons-Meg. Fy let us all &c. And there will be Geordie Mc Cowrie, and blinking daft ^arbra and Meg, And there will be blincht Gillie-ivhimple and peuter-fac't flitching Joug. And there will be Happer-ars'd Nanfte and Fairie fac'd Jeanie be name, Gleed Katie and fat lugged Lijie the Lafs with the gauden wamb. Fy let us all &c. And there will be Girn-again Gibbie and his glaked Wife yeanie Bell, And miflie-ehin'd flyting Geordie the Lad that was Skipper himfell ; There'll be all the Lads and the Laffes fet down in the midft of the Ha, B With ( _IO ) With Sybows and Rifarts and Carlings, that are both fodden and ra Fy let us all &c. There will be Tartan, Dragen and Brachen, and fouth of good gappoks of Skate, Pow-Sodie, and Drammock, and Crowdie and callour Nout-feet in a Plate ; And there will be Partans, and Buckles, Speldens, and Haddocks anew. And fmg'd Sheep-heads, and a Haggize and Scadlips to fup till ye're fow. Fy let us all &c. There will be good lapper'd-milk Kebucks and iSowens and Farles, and Baps, And Swats, and fcraped Paunches, and Brandie in Stoups and in Caps. And there will be Meal-Kail and Caftocks, and Skink to fup till you rive, And Rofts to roll on a Brander, of Flouks that was taken alive. Fy let us all &c. Scrapt Haddocks, Wilks, Dulfe and Tangle, and a Mill of good Snizing to prie, When wearie with Eating and Drinking we'll rife up and Dance till we die. Fy let us all to the Briddel, for there will be lilting there^ For Jockie'j to be Married to Maggie, the Lafs with the gauden Hair. FINIS. ( 'I ) The Banifliment oi Poverty, B Y J. D. of ALBANY. POx fa that poultring Poverty Wae worth the time that I him faw, Since firft he laid his Fang on me My felf from him I dought ne're draw : His wink to me hath been a Law, He haunts me like a penny-dog, Of him I ftand far greater awe Than Pupil does of Pedagogue. The firft time that he met with me Was at a Clachen in the Weft, Its name, I trow Kilbarchan be. Where Habbie's Drones blew many a blaft. There we ftiook hands cald be his caft. An ill dead may that Cuftron die ; For there he gripped me right faft When firft I fell in Cautionrie. But yet in hopes to be reliev'd And free'd from that foul ledly Lown, Fernzier when Whigs were ill mifchiev'd And forc'd to fling their weapons down. When we chas'd them from Glafgow Town I with that Swinger thought to grapple. But when Indemnity came down The Laydron caught me by the Thraple. B 2 But { 12 ) But yet in hopes of more relief A race I made to Arinfrcw^ Where they did bravely buff my Beef, And made my Body black and blue : At Juftice Court I them purfue, Expedling help for their Reproof, Indemnity thought nothing due, The De'il a Farthing for my Loof. But wifhing that I might ride Eaft, To trot on Foot I foon would tyre, My Page allow'd me not a Beaft, I wanted Gilt to pay the Hyre ; He and I lap o're many a Syre, I heuked him at Calder-cult ; -Gut long ere I came to Clypes-myre The ragged Rogue caught me a whilt. By Holland-Bujh and Brigg of Bonny We bickered down towards Bankier, We fear'd no Reavers for our Money, Nor Whilly-whaes to grip our Gear ; My tatt'red Tutor took no fear, ( Though we did travel in the Mirk ) But thought it fit, when we drew near To fillh a Forrage at Falkirk. No Man wou'd open me the Door, Becaufe my Comrade flood me by. They dread full ill I was right poor By my forfaken Company. But Cuninghame foon me efpy'd. By hue and hair he hail'd me in. And fwore we fhould not part fo dry, Though I were ftripped to the Skin ( 13 ) I baid all Night, but long ere Day My curft Companion bade me rife ; I ftart up foon and took the way, He needed not to bid me twice. But what to do I did advife, In Lithgow I might not fit down, On a Scots Groat we baited thrice. And in at Night to Edinburgh Town. We held the Lang-gate to Leith^wynd^ Where pooreft Purfes ufe to be. And in the Caltoun lodged fyne. Fit Quarters for fuch companie. Yet I the High-Town fain wou'd fee, But that my Comrade did difcharge. He wou'd me Blackburn's Ale to prie. And muff my Beard that was right large. The Mom I ventur'd up the Wynd^ And flung'd in at the Nether-Bow^ Thinking that Trooker for to tyne. Who does me dammage what he dow. His company he does beftow On me to my great Grief and Pain, Ere I the Throng cou'd wreftle throw. The Lown was at my Heels again. I green'd to gang on the Plain-Jlains To fee if Comrades wou'd me ken, We twa gaid pacing there our laines The hungry Hours 'twiKt Twelve and Ane. Then I knew no way how to fen. My Guts rumbl'd like a Hurle 'Harrow. I din'd with Saints and Noble-Men, Ev'n fweet Saint Giles and Earl of Murray. Tykes ( H ) Tykes Teft'ment take them for their Treat, I needed not my teeth to pike, Though I was in a cruel Sweat, He fet not by, fay what I Uke. I call'd him Turk and traked Tyke, And weari'd him with many a Curfe, My Banes were hard Uke a Stane-Dyke, No Rig-Marie was in my Purfe. Kind Widow Caddel fent for me To dine, as fhe did oft forfooth. But oh alas, that might not be .• Her Houfe was ov'r near the Tolbooth. Yet God reward her for her Love And Kindnefs which I fe6llie fand, Moft ready ftill for my behoof Ere that Hells Hound took her in hand. I flipt my Page and ftour'd to \^eith To try my Credit at the Wine, But foul a dribble fyl'd my Teeth, He catch'd me at the Coffee-Sign. I flaw down through the Nether-Wynd^ My Lady Semples Houfe was near. To enter there was my Defign, Where Poverty durft ne're appear. I Dined there but baid not lang, My Lady fain wou'd fhelter me. But oh alas, I needs muft gang And leave that comely Company. Her Lad convoy'd me with her Key Out through the Garden to the Fiels, Ere I the Links could graithly fee. My Governour was at my Heels. I ( 15 ) I dought not dance to Pipe nor Harp ; I had no Stock for Cards nor Dice ; But I fure to Sir William Sharps Who never made his Counfel nice. That little man he is right wife, And fharp as any Brier can be, He bravely gave vfc his Advice How I might poifon Poverty. Quoth he there grows hard by the Dial In Hatton's Garden bright and fheen, A foveraign Herb call'd Penny-Royal^ Which all the year grows frefli and green. Could ye but gather it fair and clean. Your Bufinefs would go the better, ^ut let account of it be feen To the Phyficians of Exchequer. Or if that Ticket ye bring with you, Come unto me, you need not fear ; For I fome of that Herb can give you Which I have planted this fame Year. Your Page it will caufe difappear Who waits on you againft your will, To gather it I fhall you lear In my own Yards of Stonny-hill. But when I dred that wou'd not work, I overthought me of a Wile How I might at my leifure lurk. My gracelefs Guardain to beguile. It's but my galloping a Mile Through Canongate with little Lofs, Till I have San(5luary a while Within the Girth of Abhay-clofs. There ( i6 ) There I wan in, and blyth was I When to the Inner-Court I drew, My Governour I did defy. For joy I clapt my Wings and Crew. There Meflengers dare not purfue. Nor with their Wans Mens Shoulders fteer, There dwells diftrefled Lairds enough In peace, though they have little Gear. I had not tarried an Hour or two When my bleft Fortune was to fee A fight, fure by the mights of Mary, Of that brave Duke of Albany. Where one blink of his princely Eye Put that foul Foundling to the Flight, Frae me he banifh'd Poverty, And made him take his laft Good-night. FINIS. LIN- ( ^7 ) Lintoun Addrefs, ToHisHighnefs thePrince of OKA^GY.. PROLOGUE. ViElorious Sir^Ji ill faithful to thy Word, Who conquers more byKindnefs than bySivord: As thy Ancejlors brave, with Mat chiefs Vigour, Cans'* d Hogen, Mogen, make fo great a Figure ; So thou that art Great Britain's only Mofes, To guard our Martial Thiftle with the Rofes, The dif cords of the Harp in Tune to bring. And curb the Pride o/'Lillies in the Spring: Permit, Great Sir, Poor Us, among the Prefs, In humble Terms to make this blunt Addrefs, In Limping v erf e; for as Tour Highnefs knows. You have good fore ofNonfence, elfe in Profe. SIR, firft of all. That it may pleafe, Your Highnefs, to give us an Eafe Of our Oppreflions more or lefs, Efpecially that Knave the Cefs ; And Poverty for Pity cryes, To Modifie our dear Excife : If ye'll not truft us when we fay't. Faith ! we're not able. Sir, to pay't; Which makes us figh when we fhould Sleep, And Fail when we fhould go to Meat, Yea fcarce can get it for to borrow. Yet drink we mufl; to floken Sorrow ; For this our grief, Sir, makes us now Sleep feldom found till we be Fow ; C Sir, ( i8 ) Sir, let no needlefs Forces ftand, To plague this poor, but Valiant Land. And let no Rhetorick procure Penfions, but only to the Poor, That Spend-thrift Courtiers get no fhare, To make the King's Exchequer bare. Then, Valiant Sir, we beg at Large, You will free Quarters quite difcharge: We live upon the King's hye Street, And fcarce a day we mifs fome Cheat ; For Horfe and Foot as they come by. Sir, be they Hungry, Cold or Dry, They Eat, and Drink, and burn our Peets, With Fiend a Farthing in their Breeks, Deftroy our Hay, and prefs our Horfe, Whiles break our Heads, and that is worfe, Confume both Men and Horfes meat, And make both Wives and Bairns to Greet. By what is faid. Your Highnefs may Judge if two Stipends we can pay ; And therefore if Ye wifli us well. You muft with all fpeed reconcile Two jangling .Sons of the fame Mother, Elioi and Ilaj with one another. Pardon us. Sir, for all your wit. We fear that prove a kittle Put, Which tho the wifer fort Condole, Our Lintoun Wives ftill blow the Coal, And no Man here, as well we ken. Would have us all John Thomfons Men. Sir, it was faid ere we was born, Who blows beft, bear away the Horn, And . r 19 ) And he that lives and preaches heft, Should win the Pulpit from the reft. The next Petition that we make, Is, That for brave Earl Teviot\ fake. Who had great kindnefs for this place, You'l move the Duke our Mafter's Grace To put a Knock upon our Steeple, To ftiew the Hours to Country People ; For we that live into the Town Our fight grows fhort by Sun go down; And charge him, Sir, our Street to mend. And Caufey it from end to end ; Pay biit the Workmen for their Pains, And we fhall jointly lead the Stanes, In cafe Your Highnefs put him to 't. Our Mercat Cuftoms well may do't, For of himfelf he is not Rafh, Becaufe he wants the ready Cafli ; For if Your Highnefs for fome Reafons, Should Honour Lintoun with your prefence. Your Milk-white Palfrey would turn Brown, Ere ye Ride half out through the Town, And that would put upon our Name, A blot of everlafting Shame, Who are reputed honeft Fellows, And ftout as ever William Wallace. Laftly, Great Sir, difcharge us all To go to Court without a Call, ZJifcharge Laird Ifaac and YLog-yards James Gifford and the Lintoun Lairds, Old William Younger and Gear die Purdie^ James Dowglafs^ Scrogs, and little Swordie, C 2 And { 20 J And Englijh Andrew^ who has Skill, To knap at every word fo well, Let King'Seat ftay for the Town-head, Till that old peeviih Wife be Dead, And that they go on no pretence To put this place to great Expence, Nor yet fhall Contribute their 5'hare, To any who are going there. To ftrive to be the greateft Minion, Or plead for this or that Opinion ; If we have any thing to fpare Poor Widows they fhould be our Care, The Fatherlefs, the Blind, and Lame, Who ftarve, yet for to beg think fhame. So Farewell, Sir, here is no Treafon, But wealth of Ryme, and part of Reafon ; And for to fave fome needlefs cofl, We fend this our Addrefs by Poft. EPILOGUE. *T^Hrice Noble Orange, BkJJed be the time. Such fairFruit pro/per d in owrNorthren Clyme, VVhofe Sweet and Cordial yoyce affords us Matter, And Saufe to make our Capons Kat the better. Long may thou Thrive , and Jlill thy Arms advance; Till England y^«d^ an Orange into France : Well guarded thro proud^Q-^'am% waves, and then Whaf s fweet to us, may prove four Saufe to them: As England doth, fo CALEDONIA boafls ; She I fight with Ora.nge,for the LORD of Hofts, And tho* the Tyrant hath unfheatU dhis Sword; Fy ! fear him not, he never kept his Word. FINIS. THE r 21 ) THE Poor Client's Complaint. Done out of B U C H A N A N. ('^Olin, by Promife, being oblig'd to pay ^Me fuch a Sum, betwixt and fuch a day: lask'd it, he refus'd it: I addreft Aulus the Lawyer; He reply'd, it's beft To Sue him at the Law, I'll make him Debtor; Your Caufe Is good, there cannot be a better. Being thus advis'd away to Pete I trudge. Pray him, and pay him to befpeak the Judge : Engag'd thus far, be't better be it worfe I muft proceed, and thus I do depurfe, For writing Summons^ Signing, Signeting With a red Plaifter and a Paper Ring ; For Summoning the Principal^ and then For Citing Witnefles to fay Amen, For Execattons, ( alias Indorfations ) For Tabling, Calling with Continuations : Next for Confulting Aulus and his Man ; ( For he muft be Confulted now and thenj For Pleading in the CKitter-Houfe and Inner From Ten to Twelve, then Aulus goes to Dinner : More r 22_ ) For writing Bills, for reading them, for Anfwers More dubious than thofe of Necromancers. For Interlocutors^ for little ASls ; For large Decreets^ and their as large ExtraSls. For Homings^ for dIfcufEng of Sufpenjions, Full ftufPd with Lies and frivolous Pretenfions; YoxVleafe your LordJhips,ainA fuch like Petitions, For raifing and for ferving Inhibitions^ And for Comprifmgs or Adjudications^ For their allowances for Regiftrations, And many, many, many, other at ions. Which may be fum'd up in one word Vexations. Then unexpedledly upon a fmall Defedl alledg'd, Colin reduces all : We to't again, and Aulus doth disjoint The Procefs, and debates it Point by Point. The Caufe at length's concluded, but not ended, This made me wonder ! Aulus he pretended, Decreets muft not be given out at Randum, But muft abide a ferious Avifandum, Conform to Courfe of Roll; when that will be, Indeed I cannot tell, nor yet can he. (^ded Thus Aulus hath for Ten years fpace exten- The Plea, and further more I have Expended Vaft Sums, to wit, for Wafhing, Lodging, Diet, Yet feldom did I fleep or eat in quiet. ¥or Coal, kr Candle, Paper, Pen and Ink, (^think And fuch like things, which truely one would Were inlignificant, but yet they're come In ten Years fpace unto a pretty Sum. ToMacers, Turn-keys , Agents fiatchpoles , Petes , Servants, Sub-fervants^ petty Foggers, Cheats ; For r 23 ) For Morning-Drinks, Four-hours, half Gills at Noon, To fit their Stomack for the Fork and Spoon, To which they go, but I poor man mean while, ^lip quietly to th' Earl of Murraf s*l^t. *oid Kirk. We meet again at Two, then to digeft Their bellyful, they'll have a Gill at leaft. Sometimes a double One ; for Brandy-wine Can only end the War call'd Inteftine : ^orMum,Sack, Claret, White-ivine^Purl^Beer, Ale. ( One he would have it new, another ftale ) Both muft be pleas'd: for Pipes, Tobacco, Snuff, Tivijl, Coffee, Tea, and alfo greafie Stuff Call'd Chocolate, Punch, Clarified Whey, With other Drinks, all which I duely pay : For Rolls, for Nackets, Roundabouts, Sour Cakes, For Chejhire Cheefe, frefh Butter, Cookies, Bakes, ^orPancbes, Saucers, Sheepheads, Cheats, Plack-pyes , Lamb Legs, Lamb Kernels and Lamb-Privities, Skate ,LobJlers ,Oy/lers ,MuffelsWilksNeats Tongues One he for Leeks, Beer, and Red-herring longs. This muft be had, an other doth prefer Raiv-herring, Onions, Oyl, Spice, Vinegar, Rare Gompofition, and he's truely forry It's not in Culpeper'^s Difpenfatory : (Peafe, For Apples ,P ear s , Plumbs , Cherries , Nuts ,Green- Dilfe, Tangles, Purjlain, Turneeps, Radijhes, With fourty other Things, I have forgot, And I'm a Villain if I pay'd them not. Moreover my Affairs at Home fuflain Both the emergent Lofs, and celTant Gain ; Aulus himfelf terms this a double lofs, And I call him and it a triple crofs. By r 24 J By all thefe means my Expence do furmount, Near ten times, ten times Conn's, firft Account. And now ere that I wholly be bereft, Of th' little Time and Money to me left, I'm at the length refolved thus to do, I'll fhun my Debitor and Lawyer too. And after this I never will give Credit Unto one Word, if either of them faid it. You'll ask, which of the two I'd rather fhun ? Aulas ; 'tis he, 'tis he hath me undone. I've Words from both, yet fad Experience tells. That Colin gives, but Aulus dearly fells. Th* unwary Reader thinks perhaps that I Have pen d a Satyre ^gainji the Faculty : 'Gaififl thofe ivho by their accurate Debates Maintain our Rights, and fettle our E/iates ; Who do their very Lungs "with Pleading fpend^ Us ^gainji Opprejfors Jlijly to defend. A grofs Miflake ! for I'll befworn, I do Admire their Parts and their Profefion too, Iwifh that Law d;« the hideous^ Hell's Hound : Peccavi, Pater, miferere met. I hope for Mercy tho' my Sins be huge, I grant my guilt,, and groan to thee for Grace : Though I would flee, where Ihould I find Refuge ? In Heav'n ? O Lord there is thy dwelling Place, The Earth thy Foot-ftool : and to Hell, alace ! Down to the Dead -, for all muft thee obey : Therefore I cry, while I have time and Ipace,, Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. O gracious Gk)d, my guiltinefs forgivej In Sinners Death fince thou dofl not de%ht. But rather would they fhould convert and Uve, As witnefleth Prophets in Holy Write : I pray thee Lord thy Promife to perfite In me, that I may with the Pfalmifl: fay, I will thy Praife and wondrous Works Indite, Therefore, dear Father, be merciful to me. Though I do Aide, let me not fleep in flouth. Me to revive from fin let Grace begin : Make, Lord, my Tongue the Trumpet of thy Truth, And fend my Verfe fuch Wmgs as are Divine j Since thou haft granted me fo good In^ne, To praife thy Name with gallant Stile and gay, Let me no more fo trim a Talent tine ; Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. My ( 1^6 ) My Sp'rit to fpeak, let thy Sp'rit, Lord, infpire, Help, Holy Ghoft, and be mine Heav'nly Mufe ; Fly down on me with forked Tongues of Fire, As on th' Apoftles, with thy Fear me infufe, All Vice expel, teach me Sin to refufe, And all my filthy AfFeftions, I thee pray -, Thy fervent Love on me pour Night and Day, Peccavi, Pater, mtferere met. Stoup ftubborn Stomack that's been ay fo flout, Stoup filthy Flefh and Carion made of clay ; Stoup hardned Heart before thy Lord and lout, Stoup, floup in time, defer not day by day : Thou wots not when, that thou muft pafs away To the great Glore, where thou muft be for ay , Confefs thy Sins, and tlunk no fhame to fay, Peccavi, Pater, miferere met. O Great JEHOVAH, to thee all Glore be g^v'n. Who fhapt my Soul to thy Similitude ; And to thy Son, whom thou fent'ft down from HeaVn, When I was loll:, he bought me with his Blood, And to the Holy Ghoft, my Guider good. Who muft confirm my Fmth in the right way -, /« me cor mundum crea, I conclude, O Heav'nly Father be merciful to me. The SOLSE(lUIUM. T Ike as the dum Solfequium, with Care o'ercome, ■'^Doth forrow when the Sun goes out of fight ; Hangs down her head, and droops as dead, and \wll not fpread : But lurks her Leaves through langour all the Night, Till fooMi Phaeton aiife with Whip in hand. To clear the Chriftal Sides, and fight the Land ; Birds in their Bow'r waits on that hour. And to their King a glad Good-morrow ^ves : From thence that Flow'r likes not to lowr. But laugh on Phoebus op'ning out her Leaves. So ( 1^7 ) So ftands't with me, except I be, where I may fee My Lamp of Light, my Lady, and my Love : When ftie departs, ten thoufand Darts, in fundry Airts, Thirle through my heavy Heart, but reft or roove. My Countenance declares my inward Grief, And Hope ahnoft deipairs to find relief : I die, I dwine, pain doth me pine, I loath on eVry thing I look, alas ! While Titan mine, upon me ftiine, That I revive through favour of her Grace, Fra Ihe appear, into her Iphere, begins to dear The dawning of my long defired Day, When Courage cryes on Hope to rife, fra she elpies The noifome Night of ablence went away ; No wo can me awake, nor yet impefh, But on thy ftately Stalk I Flowrifli frefli : I Spring, I Sprout, my Leaves break out. My Colour changes in an heartfome hew -, No more I Lout, but ftand up Stout, As glad of her on whom I only Grew, O happy Day go not away, Apollo ftay The Cart from going down into the Weft, Of me thou makes thy Zodiack, that I may take My pleafure to behold whom I love beft, Her prefence me reftores from Death to rife. Her abfence alfo fhores to cut my Breath, I wifli in vain thee to remdn, Since Primum Mobile doth fay me nay ; At leaft thy Wain, haft fo again, Farewell with patience perforce till Day. PSAL. 36. Declina a malo, ^ fac bonum, LEave Sin ere Sin leave thee, do Good, and both without delay ; Lefs fit he wiU to Morrow be, who is not fit to Day. Non ( 128 ) [ Non trades converti ad Deum ] His Morning Mufe. T Et dread of pain for Sin in after time, ■■-' Let Shame to fee thy felf enfiiared fb ; Let Grief conceiVd for foul accufed Crime, Let Hate of Sin, the worker of thy wo, "With Dread, with Shame, with Grief, with Hate enforce. To dew thy Cheeks with Tears to deep Remorfe. So hate of Sin ftiall make God's Love to grow. So Grief fliall harbour Hope within thine Heart, So Dread fhall caufe the Flood of Joy to flow. So Shame fhall fend fweet Solace to thy Smart, So Love, fo Hope, fo Joy, fo Solace f^eet Shall make my Soul in heavenly Blefs to fleet. Wo, where no Hate doth no ftich Love allure ? Wo, where fuch Grief makes no fiich Hope proceed ! Wo, where fuch Dread doth not fuch Joy procure ! Wo, where fiich Shame doth not fuch Solace breed ! Wo, where no Hate, no Grief, no Dread, no Shame ! No Love, no Hopcj no Joy, no Solace frame I FINIS. Polema. ( 1^9 ) PokmO'Middinia INTER VITARVAM & NEBERNAM. NTMPHjE, quae colitis highiftima monta Fifta, Seu vos Pitenivema tenent, feu Crelia crofta, Sive Anjiraa domus, ubi nat Haddocus in undis, Codlineufque ingens, & Fleucca & Sketta pererrant Per coftam, & fcopuJos, Lobfler manifootus in udis Creepat, & in mediis ludit Whitenius undis : Et vos Shpperii, foliti qui per Mare breddum Valde procul lanchare foras, iterumque redire, Linquite skellatas Botas, Shippafque picatas, Whiftlantefque limul Fechtam memorate bloodaeam, Fechtam terribilem, quam marvellaverat omnis Banda Deum, quoque Nympharum Cockelftielearum, Maia ubi Sheepifeeda, atq ; ubi Solgoofifera Bajfa Swellant in pelago, cum Sol bootatus Edenum Poftabat radiis madidis & ftiouribus atris. Quo vifo ad Fechtse noifam cecidere volucres Ad terrain, cecidere grues ; plipi plajhque dedere Solgoofa in pelago prope littora Bruntiliatia ; Seafutor obftupuit, fummique in margine faxi Scartavit praeluftre caput, wingafque flapavit. Quodque magis alte volitans Heronius ipCe Ingeminans dig clag mediis fliytavit in undis. Namque a principio Storiam tellabimus omnem MuckreUium ingentem turbam Vitarva per agros Neberna marchare fecit, & dixit ad illos, " Ite hodie armati grippis, dryvate caballos Neberna per crofta, atque ipfas ante feneftras. R Quod ( 13°. ) Quod fi forte ipfa Neberna venerit extra, Warrantabo omnes, & vos bene defendebo. Hie aderant Geordy Akinhedius, & little Johnus, Et J amy Richaus, & ftout Michel Henderfonus, Qui jolly tryppas ante alios danfare folebat, Et bobbare bene, & I aflas kiflare bonaeas ; Duncan Olyphantus, valde ftalvartus, & ejus Filius eldeftus jolyboyus, atque Oldmoudus, Qui Pleugham longo Gaddo dryvare folebat ; Et Roh Gib wantonus homo, atque Oliver Hutchin (ken Et ploucky-fac'd Waiy Strang, atque in kneed Aljinder At- Et Wily Dick heavy-arftus homo, pierrimus omnium, Qui tulit in pileo magnum rvhrnraqvie favor em, Valde lethus pugnare, fed hunc Corngrevius heros Noutheadum vocavit, atque ilium forcit ad arma. Infuper hie aderant Tom Taylor, & Hen. Watfonus, Et Tomy Gilchrijlus, & fool Jocky Robinfonus Andreiv Atjhenderus, & Jamy Tomfonus, & unus Norland-bornus homo, valde hie Anticovenanter, Nomine Gordonus, valde blackmoudus, & alter ( Heu piget ignoro nomen ) flavry beardius homo Qui pottas dightavit, & aflas jecerit extra. Denique prse reliquis Geordaum afFatur, & inquit, Geordy mi formanne, inter ftoutiflimus onmes, Hue ades & crookfaddelos, hemmefque, creilefque, Breehemmefque fimul omnes bindato jumentis -, Amblentemque meum Naggum, fattumque mariti Curforem, & reliquos trottantes fumito averos. In Cartis yokkato omnes, extrahito Muckam Crofta per & Riggas, atque ipfas ante feneftras Neberna, & aliquid fm ipfa eontra loquatur. In fydas tu pone manus, & diiato fart jade. Nee mora, formannus cunftos flankavit averos, Workmannofque ad Work,am omnes voeavit, & Uli Extemplo Cartas bene fillavere Gigantes : Whiftlavere viri, Workhorfofque ordine fwieros Drivavere foras, donee iterumque iterumque Fartavere omnes, & fie turba horrida muflrat, Haud aliter quam fi eum multis Spinola troupis Proudus ad Oflendam marehafPet fortiter urbem. Interea ante alios Dux Piper Laius heros Prx- ( '3' ) Praecedens, magnamque gerens cum burdine pypam Inclpit Harlai cunftis fonare batellum. Tunc Neberna furens Yettam ipsa egrefla, videnfque Muck-cartas tranfire viam, valde angria fafta Non tulit AfFrontam tantam, verum, agmine, fafto, Convocat extemplo Barowmannos atque Ladaos Jackmannumque, Hiremannos, Pleughdrivjlers atq ; Pleugh- Tumulantefq ; fimul reecofo ex Kitchine boyos, (mannos, Hunc qui dirtiferas terfit cum difticlouty Diihas, Hunc qui gruelias fcivit bene lickere Plettas, Et Saltpannifumos, & widebricatos Fifheros, Hellaeofque etiam $alteros duxit ab antris, Coalheughos nigri girnantes more Divelli, Lifeguardamque fibi faevas vocat improba Laflas, Maggteam magis doftam milkare Cowaeas, Et doftam fweepare Flooras, & fternere Beddas, Quaeque novit fpinnare, & longas ducere Threedas ; Nanfaam, claves bene quae keepaverat omnes, Yellantemque Elpen, longo bardamque Anapellam, Fartantemque fimul Gyllam, gliedamque Kataam Egregie indutam blacko caput footy clouto ; MammiEamque fimul vetulam, quae fciverat apte Infantum teneras blande ofculaiier arfas ; Quaeque lanam cardare folet greafy fingria Betty. Tum demum hungraeos ventres Neberna Gruelis Farfit, & guttas Rawfuinibus implet amaris, Poftea Newbarmae ingentem dedit omnibus hauftum, Staggravere omnes, grandefque ad fydera riftas Barmifumi attollunt, & fie ad praelia marchant. Nee mora, marchavit foras longo ordine turma, Ipfa prior Neberna fuis flout fafta Ribaldis, Ruftaeum manibus geftans furibunda Gulaeum : Tandem Muckreilios vocat ad pell-mellia flaidos, Ite, ait, uglaei Fellows, fi quis modo pofthac Muckifer has noftras tentet crofl"are feneftras, Juro, quod ego ejus longum extrahabo Thrapellum, Et totam rivabo Faciem, Luggafque gulaeo hoc Ex capita cuttabo ferox, totumque videbo Heartbloodum fluere in terram. Sic verba finivit. Obftupuit Vitarva diu dirtflaida, fed inde Couragium acclpiens, Muckreilios ordine cunftos R2 Mid ( 13^ ) Middini in medio Faciem tumare coe^t. O qualem primo fleuram guftafles in ipso Battelli onfetto ! Pugnat Muckreilius heros Fortiter, & Muckam per pofteriora cadentem In Creilibus flioolare ardet. Sic dirta volavit. O quale hoc hurly burly fuit, fi forte vidiffes Pypantes Arfas, & flavo fanguine Breeckas Drippantes, hominumque heartas ad prselia faintas ! O quails firy farie fuit, namque alteri nemo Ne vel footbreddum yardse yeildare volebat, Stout erat ambo quidem, valdeque hardhearta caterva ! Turn vero e medio Muckdryvfter profdit unus Gallantaeus homo, & greppam minatur in ipfam Nebernatn, ( quoniam mifere fcaldaverat omnes ) Dirtavitque totam Peticotam gutture thicko, Pearlineafque ejus skirtas, filkamque gownaeam, Vafquineamque rubram Muckftierda begariavit. Et tunc Ule fuit valde faintheartus, & ivit Valde procul, metuens fhottam woundumque profundum. Sed nee valde procul fuerat revengia in iUum ; Extemplo Gillaa ferox invafit, & ejus In faciem girnavit atrox, & Tigrida fafta Boublentem grippans Berdam, fic dixit ad ilium : Vade domum, filthaee nequam, aut te interficiabo. Tunc cum gerculeo magnum fecit Gilly whippumi Ingentemque manu Sherdam levavit, & omnen Gallantaei hominis Gafhbeardam befmeariavit ; Sume tibi hoc, inquit, fneefing valde operativum. Pro prsemio Swingere tuo, turn denique fleido Ingentem Gilly •wamphra dedit, validamque nevellam, Ingeminatque iterum, donee bis fecerit ignem Ambobus fugere ex oculis ; fic Gylla triumphal. Obftupuit bombaizdus homo, backumque repente Turnavit veluti nafus bloodaflet ; & O fy! Ter quater exclamat, & 6 quam foede neezavit / Disjuniumque omne evomuit valde hungiius homo, Laufavitque fupra atque infra, miferabile vifu, Et luggas neeko imponens,-fic cucurrit abfens ; Non audens ^mpare iterum, ne worfa tul flet. Haee Nehema videns yellavit turpia verba, Et fy, fy.' exclamat, prope nunc Viftoria lofta eft. Nee ( ^33 ) Nee mora, terribUem fillavit dira Canonem, Elatifque Hippis magno cum murmure Fartam Barytonam emifit, veluti Monfmegga cracaflet. Turn vero quackarunt hoftes, flightamque repente Sumpferunt, retrofpexit Jackmannus, & ipfe Sheepheadus nietuit fonitumque iftumque buleti. Quod fi Kong Spanius, Philippus nomiae, feptem Hifce confimiles habuiflet forte Canones Batterare Sluiffam, SluiJJam dungaflet in afTam. Aut fi tot magnus Ludovicus forte dediffet Ingentes fartas ad mosnia Montalbana, Ipfam continuo Townam dingaflet in yerdam. Exit Corngrevius, wracco omnia tendere videns, Confiliumque meum, fi non accipitis, inquit, Pulchras fcartabo fades, & vos worriabo : Sed needlo per Seuftram broddatus, inque privatas Partes ftobbatus greitans, lookanfque grivate, Barlafumel clamat, & dixit, O Deus ! O God! Quid multis ? Sic Fraya fuit, fic Guifa peradta eft, Una nee interea fpillata eft droppa Cruoris. FINIS. MOPMON :^TOAi:^MO:^ S I V E Lamiarum Veftitus. A P O E M on the King and Queen of FAIR r. Tranflated into Latine by Walter Dennejione. To the V I R T U O S I. YE V'lrtuofi hav't to you aflign'd The Nat'ral Caufes of all things to find. We cloath the Fairies in their proper Drefs .• And leav't to you, What Force they have, to (gufes. A D PHILOSOPHOS. NAturam^veras rerumperpendere caujfas Sorte datum vobis, Ingeniofa cohors. Corpora nos Lemurum tenui velamus amidlu : Dicite voSf Qua vis ? quis vigor infit eis P ^?>7 On the King of FAIR T. UPON a time the Fairy Elves, Having firft arrayed themfelves, They thought it meet to cloath their King, In Robes moft fit for ReveUing. He had a Cobweb-Shirt more thin, Than ever Spiders fince could fpin ; Bleach'd in the whitenefs of the Snow, When that the Northern Winds do blow. And in that vaft and open Air No Shirt is half fo Fine or Fair : A rich Wafte-Coat they did him bring Made of the Trout-flie's Golden Wing, Dy'd Crimfon in a Maiden's Blufh, And lin'd with Humming Bees foft Plufh. At which his Elf-fhip 'gan to fret. And fware 'twould call him in a Sweat. He for his Coolnefs needs would wear A Wafte-Coat made of Downy Hair, New taken from an Eunuch's Chin, It pleas'd him well, 'twas wondrous thin. Hh ^^1 In Oreadum RE GEM. '\IV[int'tcola quondam Lamia circundata amiStu Corpora preetenui chor^is iff lufibus apto ; Tal'tbus inde fuum Regemr quoq% vejiibus ornant Qua dec e ant numerofque leves fejiafque choreas. Ejus araneol't fcutulata fubucula Jilo Rarior^ eximia quod teixhuit artis Arachne : IntaSlcBque n'tvis fuit injhlata nit or e^ Quam rigidus gelid& Boreas diffundit ah Ar£lo. Nee fub Hyperboreo tarn pur a camijia traSlu Ufque adeo tenuis tamque alba apparuit ufquam: Vroxima curafuit tunicellam imponere Regi Hepiali textam mire ex aurantibus alis. Virginis eximia rofeo qua tinSla rubore^ Atque apis Hyblaa duplicata eji vellere molli : Tum fremere 'i^ jurare Her as gejiamine tanto PreJJus^ ^ exili manare a corpore fudor, Vojl^ refrigerii cau[fd,^fubtile therijlrum Curari fecit confuticm mors decoro^ Nuper ab Eunuchi malt Ssf lanugine fumptum : Hoc placuit^ quia erat tenui fubtemine textum. S Ejus 138 On the King 0/ F A I R Y. His Hat was all of Ladies Love, So pafling light that it would move, If any Gnat or Humming Fly- But beat the Air in paffing by. About it went a Wreath of Pearl Dropt from the Eyes of fome poor Girl, Pinched becaufe fhe had forgot To leave clean Water in the Pot. His Breeches and his Caflbck were Made of the Tinfel Garfummer : Down by it's Seam there went a Lace Drawn by an Undluous Snail's flow pace. On the QUEEN. NO fooner was their King attyr'd as never Prince had been, But as in Duty was requir'd they next array their Queen. Of fhining Threed fhut from the Sun And twifled into line. On the light Wheel of Fortune Spun Was made her Smock fo fine. Her Gown was very colourd fair The Rain-bow gave the dip ; Per- In Oreadum REG EM. 139 Ejus erat [capitis tegumentum injigne) galerus^ Ut referunt, efcemineo conjlatus amore; Quilevis ufque adeofuttut trepidaret adauram, Quam mufca aut cy nips prater volitandoferiret. Ambiit hunc circum fpeciofa ^ gemmeafpira Ex oculis tenera tremulis modh lap/a puellce ; Quam mall multarunt Lemur es quhd Unquere in Oblita ejl puras ^noBurno tempore^ lymphas. [olid Denique Jiebant faga cum femoralibus ejus Lineold i tenui per fumma cacumina campi Extenfd^ quorum futur am rara tegebat Injlita duEla pigri limacis tramite pingui. In REGINAM. pOJiquam Rex talifuit injignitus ami&u Membra cui Regum nulla tulere parem. Mox etiam^ veluti ratio pofcebat^ £sf aquum^ Regince parili corpora vejie tegunt. Illius ex auro claroL de lampade folis Emijfo^fcite faSla erat inter ula : Stamina cujus erant folerti pollice duBUy Sortis in ambigua torta levique rotd. Pallafuit, qualem fpeBabilis induit Iris^ Quam varius radiis pingit Apollo fuis. S 2 Talis I40 On the QJJE-^N. Perfumed by an Ainber-Air, Breath'd frdin a Virgin's Lip. The Stuff was of a Morning-dawn When Phcebus did but peep. But by a Poet's Pencil drawn In Ghloris ia|ra fleep. Htx Vail was white and pale-fac'd-by Invented by a Maid, When fhe fpoor Soul) by fome bad Spy ^ad newly been betrayed:"" Hex Necklace was of fubtile tye Of Glorious Atoms, fet In the pure 51ack of Beauties £ye. As they had been in Jet. ^er Shoes were all of Maiden-^eads So pafEng thin and light That all her Care was how fhe treads ; A Thought had burfl them quite. The Revells ended, fhe put off Becaufe her Grace was warm : She fann'd her with a Lady's feoff, And fo fhe took ho j^arm. FINIS. In REG I NAM. 141 Talis odor, quails fragrant'i fpir at ab ambrd, Halitus aut qualis Virginis ejfefolet. Mater'tes fuii Aurora de lumine primo Phoebus ubi Eois furgit honorus aquis. Peniculo vat'is qui pingebatur amata Chloridis in gremio membra quiete levans. Candidulumque habuit velamen, pallidulumque ; Dextra puellaris texuit illud opus. Qui color idem erat ac pellucet in ore puella Prodita ab infaujlo qua modo forte viro. Illius alba decens ornabat colla month Formofum pulchris confpicuifque atomis : Qua velut in puro nigroque gagate fuijfent Impojita, miris emicuere modis. CalceoUque fui perquam tenuefque levefque Fa£li de claujlris virginitatis erant. His igitur verita ejl incedere, namque pufillus ^enfus amoris eos rumperet abfque mora. Ludis exa&is, quoniam fudore madebat, Confejlim vejies exuit ipfafuas. Et fe famineo vannavit Jcommate demum Nee quidquam damni pertulit indejibi. FINIS. ( H^ ) NOT A. It was thought fit to infsrt the fiillowing Verfes, becaufe the one half of them(^ viz. from this Mark *^* to the end)'were writ by Lieutenant Colonel Clealand of my Lord Angus's Regiment, when he was a Student in the Col- lege o/" Edinburgh, and 1 8 Years of Age. Hallow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go 9 IN Melancholick Fancie, Out of my felf. In the Vulcan Dancie, All the World furveying, No where flaying, Just like a Fairie Elf: Out o'er the tops of higheft Mountains Skipping, Out o'er the Hills, the Trees and VaUies tripping. Out o'er the Ocean Seas, without an Oar or Shipping. Hallow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go? Amidft the mifty Vapours, Fain would I know. What doth caufe the Tapours : Why the Clouds benight us, And af right us, WhUe we travel here below / Fain would I know, what makes the roaring Thunder, And what thefe Lightnings be that rent the clouds afunder And what thefe Comets are, on which we gaze and Hallow my Fancie, &c. (wonder ! Fain would I know the Reafon, Why the little Ant, All the Summer Seafon, Layeth up Provifion, On condition. To know no Winters want ; And how thefe Hufe-wives, that are fo good and painful. Do ( 143 ) Do unto their Husbands prove fo good and gainful : \ And why the lazie Drons, to them do prove difdainful. Hallow my Fancie, &c. Ships, Ships, I will defcrie you, Amidft the Main, I will come and try you. What you are protefting, And projecting, What's your End and Aim. One goes abroad for Merchandife and Treading, Another flays to keep his Country from invading, A third is coming Home with rich and wealth of loading. Hallow my Fancy, &c. When I look before me. There I do behold, There's none that fees or knows me ; All the World's a gadding, Running madding. None doth his Station hold. He that is below, envieth him that rifeth. And he that is above, him that's below defpifeth, So ev'ry Man his Plot and Counter-plot devifeth. Hallo-w my Fancy, &C. Look, Look, what Bufling Here I do efpy ; Each another jufling, Ev'ry one turmoiling, Th' other fpoiling. As I did pafs them by. One fitteth mufing in a dumpifh Paflion, Another hangs his Head, becaufe he's out of Fafliion, A third is fully bent on Sport and Recreation ; Hallow my Fancie, &c. Amidft the foamie Ocean, Fain would I know, What doth caufe the Motion, And returning, In ( J44 ) In its journeyingi And doth fo feldom fwerve ! And how thefe little Fifties, that fwim beneath fait water Do never blind their Eye, Me thinks, it is a matter. An inch above the reach of Old Erra Pater ! Hallow my Fancier &c. Fain would I be refolved. How things are done / And where the Bull was calved, Of hloody Pkalaris ! And where the Taylor is, That works to th' Man in th' Moon / Fain would I know how Cupid aims fo rightly ! And how thefe little Fairies do dance and leap fo lightly ! And where fair Cynthia makes her Ambles -nightly / Hallow my Fancie, &c. *^* In conceit like Phaeton, I'll mount Phoebus Chair : Having ne'er a Hat on. All my Hair's a burning. In my journeying. Hurrying through the Air. Fain would I hear his fiery Horfes neighing / And fee how they on foamy Bitts are playing / AH the Stars and Planets I will be furveying / Hallow my Fancie, &c. O from what ground of Nature, Doth the Pelican, That felf devouring Creature, Prove fo froward. And untoward, ■ Her Vitals for to ftrain / ing And why the fubtile Fox, while in Death's wounds is ly- Doth not lament his Pangs by howling and by crying / And why the milk-white Swan doth fing when ftie's a Hallow my Fancie, &C. (dying/ Fain would I conclude this. At least make Eifay, What ( H5 ) What Similitude is, Why Fowls of a Feather, Flock and fly together, And Lambs know Beafts of Prey / How Natur's Alchymifls, thefe fmall laborious Creatures/ Acknowledge ftill a Prince in ordering their Matters, And fufFer none to live, who flothing lofe their Features. Hallow my Fancie &c. I'm rapt with Admiration, When I do ruminate. Men of an Occupation, How each one calls him Brother, Yet each invieth other. And yet ftill intimate / Yea, I admire to fee, fome Natures farther fundred, Than Antipodes to us. Is it not to be wondred, In Myriads ye'll find, of one mind fcarce an hundred .' Hallow my Fancy, &c. What multitude of Notions doth perturb my Pate, Ojnfidering the Motions. How th' HeaVus are preferved And this World ferved. In Moifture, light and Heat ! If one Spirit fits the outmoft Qrcle turning. Or one turns another continuing in journeying. If Rapid circles Motion be that which they call burning ! Hallow my Fancie, &C. Fain alfo would I prove this, by confidering. What that, which you call Love, is : Whether it be a Folly, Or a Melancholy, Or fome Heroick thing ! Fain Fd have it proVd, by one whom Love hath wounded And fully upon one his defire hath founded, (rounded .' Whom nothing elfe could pleafe tho' the World were Hallow my Fancie, &c. T To ( h6 ) To know this World's Center, Height, Depth, Breadth, and Length, Fain would I adventure, To fearch the hid Attraftions, Of Magnetick Aftions, And Adamantick ftrength / Fain would I know, if in fome lofty Mountain, Where the Moon fojourns,if there be Trees or Fountain, If there be Beafts of Prey, or yet be Fields to hunt in ! Hallo^v my Fancie, &c. Fain would I have it tried. By Experiment, By none can be denied ; If in this bulk of Nature, There be Voids lefs or greater, Or all remains compleat ! Fain would I know, if Beafts have any Reafon ! If Falcons killing Eagles do commit a Treafon / If fear of Winter's want makes Swallows fly the Seafon ! Hallow my Fancie, &c. Hallow my Fancie, hallow. Stay, flay at home with me, I can thee no longer follow, For thou hafl: betray'd me And bewray'd me •, It is too much for thee. Stay, ftay at Home with me, leave off thy lofty Soaring, Stay thou at Home with me, and on thy Books be poring. For he that goes abroad, lays little up in Storing : Thou'rt welcome Home my Fancie, welcome Home to me. FINIS. INDEX. r^HriJP^-Kirk on the Green The Blythfome Wedding Pag I 8 The Banijhment of Poverty II Lintoun Addrefs 17 The Poor Clienfs Complaint 21 The Speech of a Fife-Laird 25 The Life and Death ©/"Habbie Simfon 32 Epitaph on Sanny -Sriggs 36 The Mare o/' CoUingtoun 39 The lafl dying words of bonny Heck 68 The Cherry and the Slae 71 Polemo-Middinia 129 A Poem on the King and Queen of Fairy L,atine and Knglijh. 135 Hallow my Fancie, &c. 142 A Choice CoUedion O F COMIC and SERIOUS Scots Poems, BOTH Ancient and Modern. By fever al Hands. PART II. EDINBURGH, Printed by James Wat/on, and Sold at his Shop next Door to the Red-Lyon^ oppofite to the Lucken-bootbs. 1709. Ill A Choice ColleBion of Scots Poems. ROBERT the III. King of Scotland, His Anfwer to a Summons fent Him hj Henry the IV. of England, to do Homage for the Crown of Scotland. DUreing the Reigne of the Royal Robert; The fecond of the good Stewart; Henrie of England the feard King To Scotland fent and ask'd this thing; To fpier at Robert^ " Why he not made *' Him Homage for his Lands braid, " For why he ought of Heretage, " At London to do him Homage : " And that in Right of Brutus King, " Who had Ingland in Governing. " Why then caufed he through his Guilt " So meikle faklefs Blood he fpilt. When King Robert wife and wight Had heard and feen this writ be fight; Therefore he grew full matalent To tell his Barrens, of his intent, A 2 He IV A Choice ColleSiion Part II. He called a Council to Strwl'tng Town And there came Lords of great renown, And at them all he asked of it If he fhould anfwer be his awne wit: The Lords were all faine of that thing. And referred it ta their Noble King; So without Council of onie man, To Dyte and Write the King began. This was the effedl of his Writeing All is footh and nae Liefing. I Robert be God's might King of the Scots and IJles be Right, From hight of Hills to the Ocean Sea, Our Heretage was ever free; To thee Hary of Lancajier, Thy 'Pyftle I have conlidered well. Duke of that Ilk thou fhould be cal'd It was thy righteous Style of auld. But nae King I will call thee. For hurting of Kings Majeftie; For I will take nae heeding Of thy unrighteous Invading; For what waS right (as is well knawil) Ye all defould Within your awn: But we will do yOu underftand What we declare fdrneht Scotland. Your inward Tale we have well feen, Baith firft and laft what you do mean; Therefore thou fhalt an anfwer have, E'en by my felf, attour the leave; The firft point is^ God witnefs bear. No Blood for ine be fpilt in Weir, But Part II. (y Scots Poems. v But gif it be in my Defence, Through thy ufurping Violence. And whereas that thou Writeft thus, Since born were Sons to Old Brutus, That our Anteceffours fhould be. Servants to Yours in ilk Degree; Thou Lyeft, thereof it is well knawn, "We was ay free within our awn. Albeit yohn Balioll made a Band, Contrar the Right of fair Scotland. That he was falfe we will defend With Lives and Fortunes to the end; For our Heretage was ever Free, Since Scota of -Mgypt tuik the Sea, Whilft ye have ever Conquered been: For a Thonfand Pounds of Gold fchein To Julius Ccefar Payit yee, Of Tribute, thus ye was not free; With Saxons fyne ye were orthrawn. With them twa Chiftans of your awn, And other folks in Company All Soldiers born in Germany, Came with fik power in great haft That made your Lands baith hair and waift; And flew your Gentles of Ingland At Salysbury as I underftand, In taken is the Hingand Stanes, That there were fet up for their Names; In Latin is a Memorial, That Saxons had orfet you all. Then Harald, the Son of Denmark King The third time raife o're you to Reign, And vi A Choice ColleSlion Part 11. And in Ilk Houfe, as is well knawn, You were defould within your awn; They Occupyed your Maids and Wives, In Bondage thus you led your lives. When this was done and all bypaft, The fourth Conqueft approached faft; A Baftard came out of Normandy^ Conqueft Ingland all hailily; And yet amongft you Reigns that Blood, And mikle uther that is nae good: Gif thou trows not, this true to be The Regifter Read and thou fhalt fee. Thus four times thirld and overharld You're the great refufe of all the Warld; Nor got thou Righteous thy felf to Reigne, Thy awn Realm kennes well this thing; At London thou Swair in Parliament, Ingland \.fa. Year thou fhould abfent; Then waft thou manifeftly manfworn. Or ever three Years was out worn Thou raife Treafonably for to Reigne, And flew Richard thy Native King, Forfooth the Proverb tells of this, Whilk often times true founden is: Flyte with thy Neighbour, and he will tell All the mifchiefs that thee befel. But Scotland yet I dare well fay Was ever free unto this day, Nor never ftranger weer'd our Crown Except of late a manfworn lowne, That was Langjhanks call'd Edward^ Tuik on him to declare the pairt Be- Part II. Cy Scots Poems. vii Between the Bruce and yohn Balion^ Then through your falfe illufion, Where that John Baliol had no right, And fo tuik Treafonaly to hauld by flight Cafl:les and Strengths of our Country Your Edward tuik mofl Cheatingly, When William Wallace wight and wife Right worthily refcued us thrice; Then VaUant Bruce right racklefly Firft tint, fyne wan us worthily; With him was Graham^ and the Doivglas That proved full well in many a place, And Thomas Randolf wide, and wight, There was not then a worthier Knight, Then thir expelled your falfe Barnage, And fredd our Realm of all Thirlage. If you trow us not of this, Sixty Thoufand you well did mifs At Bannockburn difcomfifl was. And Your falfe King away did pafs Throw an inborn Traytour as was well ken*d In England free he did him fend. Or elfe we then had tane your King Who had Ingland in governing. When an Year comen was and gane. Then Edward of Carnarven Difcomfifl he was at Byland By Meflfengers I underiland. Sir Walter Stewart then in hy He chafed him all openly Twixt Scarborough Caflle he him chafs'd. Syne to his Hoft return in haft ; But viii A Choice CoIk'SHon Part II. But then the Clergy of Ingland Renewed again with ftalwart Hand, At Newtaun as it was well knawn Where haftily they were orthrawn By the good Dowglafs^ footh to lay, And Thomas Randolf Earle of Murray, There Thirty thoufand were dung to Dead Withouten fuccour or remeid ; Syne after that, Robert the Bruce Took hail ftate, and could reduce Norihumberland all to himfell. As many Cronicles can tell. Then ye were fain from Weirs to ceafe. And fought by Majriage for a Peace, Begging our Prince the Bruce Davie On y9ur Dame ^ean to play a Pavie, Ye made this evident, and drew a Band Under the great Seal of Ingland,, Whilk we have plainly for to fliaw, The verity if ye will knaw. All this is true, I'le teftifie And proveit on Sixty againft Sixty Or Fortie for Fortie, ^gif You like. Or Twentie to Tweatie of ilk Kiiirick, Or Nine, Aught, Seven, Four, Three, or Two Born of Antient Blood alfo, Or Hand to Hand if You think meeit. And fo Sir Duke I do you Greet. THE THE DISCRIP- TION OF THE QVEENS MAIESTIES MAIST HONORABLE ENTRY INTO THE TOVN OF EDINBVRGH VPON THE 19. DAY OF MAII, 1590. By lOHN BVREL. AT Edinburgh, as micht be feene, Upon the nintene day of Maj, Our Prences Spous, and foueraigne Qveen, Hir nobil entry maid that day, Maift honorable, was hir conuoy, With gladnes gret, triumph and ioy. To recreat hir hie renoun, Of curious things thair wes all fort, The flairs and houfes of the toun, With Tapeftries were fpred athort : Quhair Hiftories men micht behauld. With Imagis and Anticks auld. No man in mind, culd weill confaue, The curious warks before his eis, In Tapeftries ye micht perfaue, Young Ramel, wrocht like lawrell treis : B With 2 A Choice ColleSlion Part II. With fyndrie forts of Chalandrie, In curious forme of Carpentrie. It written wes with ftories mae, How Venvs, with a thundring thud, Inclofd Achates and En^, Within a mekill miftie clud : And how fair Anna wondrous wraith, Deplors hir fifter Didos daith. Thair wes the bhndit artchour boy, Schuting crafty Inticlotes, Thair wes defcriud the wrack of Troy, And how the proud Philoclites Schot prudent Paris throw the thie. With poifond dart, quhilk gart him die. lo, with hir goldin ghtring hair, Wes portret wondrous properiie. And Polipheme was pentit thair, Quha in his foreheid had ane eie ; ^eneth him but ane Uttill fpace, Wes Ianvs with the doubill face. Of RoMOLVS I faw the wonder. How for his interprife prophane, In counterfeting of the thunder. For his reward thairwith was flane : And thair wes wrocht, with goldin threid, Medvsa, with the monftrus heid. Of Part II. Of Scots Poems. 3 Of Hiftories I faw anew, That fragill wer and friuolus, How Triton at the Sefide flew MiSENVS, fonne to iEoLVS : Befide that hiflorie thair Hands Briarivs, with his hundreth hands. The flory of Achilles ftout, With gold wes browderd thair abreid, And how wife Pallace did fpring out At michtie Ivpiters foreheid .' And IcARVs, throw fleing hie With waxit wingis fel in the fee. How Iaon, Sesra did perfew, And draue ane naill into his brow, And Iephte quho his dochter flew. For till obferve his aith and vowe / And how that all gret Nilvs flud Was turnd and alterd into blud. How lovE did with the Giants do, And how of thame he vaflage wan, Thair Phocomes was portrait to, Quho heirs baith fchap of hors and man; And how that he gat throw the hairt. Throw fchot of Mopsis deidlie dairt. IxiON, that the quheill dois turne In Hell, that vgly hole fo mirk, And Erostratvs quha did burne The cofl:ly fair Ephesian Kirk : B 2 And 4 A Choice ColleElion Part II. And Bliades, quho fals in foun With drawing buckets vp and down. As Mercvrie with charmit rods, The hundreth eis of Argvs traps, And how that Tiphon chaft the gods, Compelhng thame to change thair fchaps : For Phebvs wes turnd in a cat. And Venvs in a fiche maift flat. Thir things wer patent to the eis, Of findry as ye knaw your fell, For thay wer into tapeftreis. Better defcriu'd nor I can tell : Thir I beheld quhair I did go. With mony hundreth thoufand mo. Braue nobill men of all kin forts. Triumphantly befide her raid, Firft at hir entry at the Ports, Trim Harangs till hir grace wes maid. Her falutation thair wes fung In ornat ftile of Latine toung. Gif Ilionvs had bene thair, That oratour of eloquence, I doubt gif he could haue done mair. For all his gret intelligence : Declaring with a gret renown How fche wes welcome to the town. Nor Part II. (y Scots Poems. Nor Demades, quhois prais is pend In euerie part as we perfaue, Quho for his ornate ftyle wes fend Till Antipater pece to craue : Thocht he wes eloquent and wife, Na finer frais he cud deuife. All curious paftimes and confaits Cud be imaginat be man, Wes to be fene on Edinburgh gaits, Fra time that brauitie began : Ye might haif hard on euerie ftreit Trim melodic and mufick fweit. Thocht Philamon his braith had blawin. For mufick quho wes countit king. His trumphal tune had not bene knawin. Sic fugrit voycis thair did fing. For thair the dafcant did abound. With the fweit diapafon found. Tennour, and trebill with fweit fence, Ilkane with pairts gaif notes agane, Fabourdoun fell with decadence, ' With prikfang, and the fmging plane : Thair enfants fang and barnelie brudis, Quho had bot new begun the mudis. Muficiners thair pairts expond, And als for joy the bells wer rung, The inftruments did corrofpond Vnto the mufick quhilk wes fung : All 6 A Choice ColleSlion Part II. All forts of inflruments wer thair, As findry can the fame declair. Organs and Regals thalr did carpe, With thair gay goldin glittring firings, Thair wes the Hautbois and the Harpe, Playing maift fweit and pleafant Springs : And fum on Lutis did play and fing, Of Inftruments the onely King. Viols and Virginals were heir, With Girthorns maift iucundious, Trumpets and Timbrels maid gret beir, With Inftruments melodious : The Seiftar and the Sumphion, With Clarche Pipe and Clarion. Thir notes feemd heuinly fweit and hie. And not like tunes terreflriall, Appollo thair appeird to be, Thair found wes so celeftiall ; O Pan amang fick pleafant plais, Thy ruftik pipe can haue na prais. Thocht Orphevs gat gret commend, For Melodie and gud ingine, His cumly fprings had not bene kend, Howbeid that they were maift deuine ; Nor Amphion quho did begin, Na honour heir he culd haue wyn. Anna our welbelouit Queene, Sat Part II Of Scots Poems. 7 Sat in hir goldin Coche fo bricht, And after fche thir things had feene, Syne fhe beheld ane heuinly ficht : Of Nymphs who fupit Nectar cauld, Quhois brauities can fcarce be tauld. Thir Nymphs were plantit in this place, As mony thoufands micht perfaue, Quho for thair bewties and gud grace. Were chofin out amangft the laue : Dianas Nymphs thay may be namd, Be reflbun thay were vndefamd. The circumftance can not be told. So ftrange the mater dois apeir, Sum were clad into claith of gold. And fum in filuer fchining cleir : Thair gouns gaue glancing in the marke, Thay were fo wrocht with goldfmith warke. Mair brauer robs were neuer bocht, Queene Semeramus til aray, With brodrie warke thair bords were wocht, O God, gif that thair gouns wes gay ; With gubert warke wrocht wondrous fure, Purfild with gold and filver pure. This far I may thir Nymphs aduance, Not fpeking rafhly by the richt, Thair goldin robes gaue not fick glance, As did their heuinly bewties bricht : Nor zit thair iewels in fic grels. As 8 A Choice ColleSlion Part 11. As did thair cumly criftall eis. Thair properties for to repeit, My dull ingine can not difclofe, Thair hair like threeds of gold did gleit, Thair facis fragrant and formofe : White was thair hyd thocht it wes hid, Thair corall lips like rofis rid. Sick Parragons, but peir or maik, I wart wes never feene before, Na properties thir Nymphs did laik, Quhilk micht thair cumly corps decore : All gifts quhilk creaturs can clame, Dame nature in thair corps did frame. O DiONER that hes the place. And bears Dame bewties bell I fay, And thou O Daphne fair of face, Quha was the God Apollos pray : Gif that thir Virgins had bene thair, He had efteemd thame meikill mair. O EvROPA, as Poets fchaws, Quhome Ivpiter did lufe indeid. He had acquite the for thair caus, Gif they had bene into thy fteid : He had not faild this for to do, And Paris likwais Helen to. Had they bene fet in Paris ficht, As wes the Goddesfis I mene. He Part II. Of Scots Poems. 9 He fcarce culd have difcernlt richt, Quhome to the Apill did pertene : Sick equall gifts were in them lodgt, That thay culd skantlie weill be iudgt. Thir nobill Nymphis maid reuerence, With gefture Huely and allairt, And efter thair obedience, Hir Grace paft to ane vther pairt : Quhair fche beheld fum to be fchort, Acoutert in an fauadge fort. Into the feruice of our Queene, Thay offert thair maift willing mynds Thir are the Moirs of quhom I mene, Quha dois inhabit in the ynds : Leving thair land and dwelling place, For to do honour to hir Grace. Thay have na fcant nor indigence, Quhair thay do dwell and haue exces, Nor zit thay haue na refidence, With Phavnvs God of wildernes : Bot thay do dwell quhair thay wer wont, Befide Synerdas goldin mont. Thair precious lewels till expreme, And coftly clethings to difcriue. My fimple wit can not efteme, Agains the ftreme quhy fuld I ftrive .* Thocht I want language, wit and lair. Yet as I can I fall declair. C Thir I o A Choice ColleEiion Part II. Thir favagis I you aflure, Wer well decord as ye may knaw, For fum wer clad in filver pure, And fum in TafFatie white like fnaw : Ay twa and twa in ordour ftands, With battons blank into thair hands. The precious ftains can not be pend, With Goldfmiths wark wes thame amang, Thair bodies skantly culd be kend, For cheins quhilk ouer thair fhoulders hang .* Gold bracelets on thair chakils hings, Thair fingers full of coftly rings. That ficht wes pleafant for to fe, And woundrous nobill to behold, Thair heids wer garnifht gallandlie, With coftly crancis maid of gold : Braid blancis hang aboue thair eis, With lewels of all hiftories. Vpon thair forebrows thay did beir, Targats and Tablets of trim warks, Pendants and Carcants fhining cleir, With Plumagis of gitie fparks : Vpon thair hyndheids fet wes fyne, Buttons and brotches braue and fyne. And Mairatour I call to mynd. How euerie ane had on thair front, Ane Carbuncle of Ruble kynd, Togither with ane Diamont : And Part II, (y Scots Poems. 1 1 And doun thalr HafFats hang anew, Of Rubies red and Saphirs blew. Into thair mouthis as might be feen, Quha had bene tentife to behold, Ane Emerauld of colour greene. Set in ane pretie ring of gold : Syne thair wes hung at thair hals bane, The Efpinell a precious ftane. Vpon thair breft braveft of all, Were precious pearls of the Eift, The Ruble pallet and Th'opall, Togither with the Amatift : Thair micht ye fe mangs mone mo. The Topas and the Percudo. Vpoun thair richt pape maift perfite, Thair I faw findry ftains befet. The Garned and the Agat quhite. With mone mo quhilk I forzet : Befide thir twa did hing alone, The Turcas and the Triapone. Vpoun the left wer likwais knit, Twa proper ftains of valure hie, The lafynth and the Cheflblit, Jewels maift excellent to fe : Amangs the reft I faw athort. The Ruble of the rareft fort. C 2 For- 12 A choice ColleSlion Part 11. Foments thair Navils euerie one Bure precius lewels braue and deir, The Cornalene and Calcedon, Quhilk of it felf is quhyte and cleir : Thay bure the Orphir in thair back, Bot and the Onix gray and black. All precius ftains micht thair be fene, Quhilk in the world had ony name, Saue that quhilk Cleopatra Queene, Did fwallow ore into hir wame. The veritie for till expres. That was not thair I man confes. In Indea thatgoldin ground, Mair brauitie culd neuer be, The belts quhairwith thair waifts wer bound Wer goldin cheins as he micht fe .• Alfo with cheins both in and out, Thair arms wer womplit round about. Let no man me efteme to raill. Nor think that rafchelie I report, Thair Theis were like wais garnift haill With gold cheins of that faming fort ; Thair girtens wer of gold beftreik, Thair Legs wer thairwith furneift eik, Fra top to tas I you aflure, Thair corps with gold wes birnift bricht, Thay on thair feit quhite buskins wure. Of coftly skins both trim and ticht : To Part II. Of ^cot?, Poems. 13 To tell the truth and not to lie, That ficht wes plefant for to fe. Ilk ane in ordour keepit place, Als well the formeft as the laft, Thir Moms did mertch befoir her Grace, Quhile fche intill hir Pallace paft: Far better bakit nor ane Laird, With Burgifles to be thair gaird. I haue forzet how in a robe. Of clenely crifpe fide to his kneis, A bony boy out of the Globe, Gaue to hir Grace the filuer Keis : And how that he his harang maid. With countenance quhilk did not faid, Als I forzet how wes declaird. Our nobill Kings genealogie. And now the folks quha wer in ward. Were frely fet at libertie : For to be fchort thay fpent that day, In paftime, daliance and deray. Forzetting als the Burgis tryne, Without defcriptioun of thair cace. Not fpeiking of the riche propine, Quhilk thay did giue vnto hir Grace ; Nor how thay bure the vaill abreid, Quhilk hang above hir gracis heid. Gif I in mind, fuld nocht omit, Bot intill ordour, all refolue. The 14 A choice ColleEiion Part II. The vollume, wald be woundrous grit, And very tedious to reuolue : Leuing the reft for to declair, Vnto thair memors quho wer thair. The Burgiffis maift honorablie, Vpoun hir Grace did ftill attend, To tyme the haill folemnitie. And trim triumphe wes put to end : Sum fpecial men that wer imployd, Into hir palace hir convoyd. The nomber of thame that wer thair, I fall defcriue thame as I can, My Lord I mene the maifter Mair, The Proueft ane maift prudent man : With the haill counfall of the toun Ilkane cled in a veluet goun. That company quha did efpy, The mater wes magnificall, The other Burgiflls forby, Wer cled in thair pontificall ; Prefenting thame before hir face, OfFring thair feruice to hir Grace. Dout my dull fenfis dois defaue. With mair magnificence I mene, Gif that the Perfians did refaue, King Darius wife that nobill Queene ; Quhen fche did enter with renoun, In Tipatra that nobill toun. O Part 11. Of Scots Poems. 15 Edinburghe now will I fing, Thy prais quhllk the perteins of richt, Thou has been ay trew to thy King, In doing feruice day and nicht ; Quhen that his Grace did half ado, And in the fields ay formeft to. Not fparing for to fpend thair bind, Into thair breifts thay bure fie loue, 1 fay no more, fo I conclud, Bot I befeik the God above : Gif that it be his godly will. That thy eftait may fluris ftill. FINIS BE HONOR I LEVE. THE A Choice ColleSl'ion 7, Part II. THE PASSAGE OF THE PILGREMER, DE- VIDIT INTO TWA P AIRTS. By lOHN BVREL. As I went throw ane wood fauage, As did iENEAS to Carthage, Compaft with clouds about, I wanderd and I wift not quhair, As ane mad man into difpair : Aftonifht to wyn out. The wood wes gret and wondrous lang, Of lenth and largitude, The treis thairof war ftark and ftrang, And full of fortitude : Amaling, and gafmg, Thir treis for to behald. So fchenlie, and menelie, Thair tops thay did dounfald. I faw the Afhtre and the Aik, That ^OLUS gart yeild and zaik, By his maift bitter blaft, Thocht thay wer ftrang he gart thame ftoup And all the treis into that troup That Part II. Of Scot^ Poems. i That war afExit faft : The ftorme fo bitterlie brake out, As wonder wes to fe, The boriall blafts, with mony fchout, In that forrest did fle : Not caldly, hot baldlie, They thudit throw the treis, With rairding, and fairding, On hie the fier fleis. The air wes than vntemperat, And with rubie skies ranculat, Mixit with weit and wind, And euery fleing foul that fed Ran bisfilie hame to thair bed, Reft and repofe to find, Not onely fleing fouls I fay, Bot beifts of diuers kynds, Laich on the ground, richt lawly lay, Amafit in thair mynds : Sum fhaking, and quaking. For feir, as I efteeme, Oretowting, and rowting Into that ftorme extreme. The Lyon and the Leopard, From louping, and fcouping war skard. And faine for to fall doun, And als the awfull Vnicorne, For all his boft wes not forborne, Thocht he wes nixt the croun : Likwais the Beir, that bitter beift, C W 1 8 A Choice ColleElion Part II. Wes fellonlie afraid, And all the Wolfies ran weft and eift, Trowing to be betraid : Deploring and roring, Wes in that wildernes, Sum lying, fum trying. The cours of cairfulnes. The Drummadrareis left thair feifts, With Tygers and tyrannius beifts, Thay war fo faine to flit, Thair wes the fals Camelion, With the big Eliphant anon, A beift of bodie grit, Howbeit, he be maift corpolent, Zit durft he not repofe, Quhair he wes wont for to frequent, The ftorme so ftrangely rofe : Thir two now, did go now. Sum folit pairt to find. To waird thame, and gaird thame. From bitter blaifts of wind. The Hart with his faire forked horns, Quhois pikes is fharpe as ony thorns, Richt lawly did doun ly : So faft the Deir ran to his den. His coulour I cud skantlie ken. Or portrature efpy. The wilie Tod came by me to. With violence and fpeid. For feir the he Fox left the fcho. He Part II. Of Scots Foems. 19 He wes in fick a dreid ; Quhiles louping, and fcowping, Ouer bufhis, banks, and brais, Quhiles wandring, quhiles dandring, Like royd and wilzart rais. The wildbair that wanhappie beift, Quhois tusks of length war at the leifl Ane quarter lang and mair, Into ane furie he ran faft, Throw all the placis quhair he paft, With mony rout and rair : Alfo the Wood Dog did ficklike, The ftorme for till efchew, This cruell and tyrranius tyke, Vpon the hard treis knew ; No fwaging his raging, Micht mitigat or^meis, Sick badnefs and madnefs, Throw kind he did acqueis. The wildcat worft of all the laue, Into that pairt I did perfaue, Fleing for his refuge. The ftorme wes fo outragius. And with rumlings oragius, That I for fear did gruge .• Than out that come the akquart Aip, That murgens wont to mak, Richt narowly I faw him fcaip, Vnbreking of his bak : He hang fo, and fiang fo, C 2 Faft 20 A Choice ColleSlion Part II. Faft felterd be the feit, His haift than, had maift than, Coft him ane winding fheit. Out come the gyrnen Gennet fyne, With vther twafum in a tryne, All of ane quantitie. For faircenes fum fell on thair face, So rafchely thay ran out thair race, To keip gud companie : Thair wes na bus culd hald thame bak. So trimly thay culd fcoup. Nor yet no Tike culd thame oretak, So lichtly thay did loup : Not playing, but braying. To fe that tempeft than, Amaifdlie, and baifdlie, i?icht bifsilie thay ran, Thair wes the Pikit Porcapie, The Cunning and the Con all thrie, Merchen amangs the reft, I wat thay wantit na gud will. To ryn with all fpeid posfibill. Quhill thay wan to thair neft : Alfo the Hare I haue forzet. The fpedieft of all. His hafty rinning made him het, Nane neidit him to call / Not tyring nor myring. Among the mofsis deipe, Bot tichtly, and richtly. His awn cours he did keipe. Out Part II. A Choice ColleSlion 2 1 Out come the Edder at the laft, Vpon his wamb crieping full faft, Seikand ane hole to hyde him, Bot becaus he wes venimus, And for to touch corltagius, No beift wald byde befyde him : Vpon his wamb thus wayis he went, Maift miferablie thair, For na beift with him wald frequent, Nor cum vndir his fnair : Thay dred fo, and fled fo, From his focietie, That nane thair, his wane thair Wald fupport or fupplie. The Bafilique that beift maling. Of Serpents quhilk is countit King, Ran quhill he wes the war, Thair wes the Viper and th'Afpedl, With the Serpent Chelidere And all th'EfFortswhichiVor»2a«//>'cou'dboaft) If 62 A Choke ColMion Part II. If you the mouldy Annals will furvey, The Roman Conqueft here was at a Bay, Their Eagles which to Southern Countries flew And in Revenge the rugged Parthians flew, Whofe Flights th' Egyptian Heats cou'd not confine. Nor all the chilling Damps of Frozen Rhine ; When they to Caledonia did refort, Their Pinions mouldred, and their Arms fell fhort. When Romans had with other Realms to do, A ridge of Mountains limited the Foe, Or fome huge River interpos'd his Arms, Or Frontier Woods and Waftes fecur'd from Harms : Thefe peaceful Bars, by Nature fram'd had been; But Art^ to keep off Scotland, was call'd in. A coftly Wall and Trench Afliftance lend. Which did a Crofs from Sea to Sea extend. Vidlorious Rome did other Nations drive From their old Seats, or forc'd them meanly live, With all the Marks of Servitude opprefl:. Eternal Drudges, unacquaint with Reft : But here ihe rais'd (to keep her own content) A Mound, the SCOTS Incurfions to prevent ; Defpairing to Advance, the Caufe fhe yields,] And to God Terminus a Temple builds. Where CarorCs Waves glide through the) Fruitful Fields. Think not thefe daring Sons oiMars^ inur'd To Arms, have all the Liberal Arts abjur'd ; When Part II. Of Scots Poems. 63 When barb'rous Foes the Roman Bounds o'er- fpread, Thither the Mufes for Protedlion fled : HenceGreek & Roman Learning in full Store,) By Charlemain to France was wafted o're, > And planted throve as on their nat'ral Shore; ) That Charlemain who liv'd and reign'd fo well In Goodnefs as in Greatnefs did excel, That willing Nations own'd him for their Lord, And join'd to Gallick Flow'rs th' Imperial Bird : This Emperour deem'd it no abufing Thing To ftrick a League with Caledonia's King, A League which neither Dint of Sword can break. Nor wild Sedition from it's Center fhake. No mad Defire of Sway can give it Date, But only the refiillefs Pow'r of Fate. Review your Triumphs fmce that famous Age, And all Confed'rats which did e're engage To mine France^ France never won the Day, Unlefs where Scotijh Souldiers cut the Way; France fcarcely ever felt a difmal Blow, But Floods of Scotijh Gore the Fields o'reflow. This People fhar'd their Fortunes ev'ry Turn With France they're jovial, and with France they mourn : Swords threat'ning France they on themfelves have drawn, A Truth to Dutch and Englijh fully known, Witnefs 64 A Choke ColleBion Part II. Witnefs the Po where Phaeton lay flain, And Naples oft contended for in vain. This Dowr is brought you by the Royal Maid, The nobleft Dowry ever Mortal paid, A Nation trufly to the laft Degree, And leagu'd to yours in ftridleft Amitie; An happy Omen of a Cordial Bed, A Nation never fully conquered, Tho' toft with many Perills : Hence doth rife A fure Prefage of future Vidlories. But You fair Nymph, to whom propitious Heav'n A match moft worthy of your felf has giv'n, The Charming Wit and Beauty do confpire. And all the Graces which the World admire, Themfelves with anxious Confultations vex. To drefs you up the Model of your Sex. Tho' he whom Mankind wifh'd to fill the Throne Inferior to his God-like Sire alone, Tho' he to you the Royal Scepter vail. And owns you for the Emprefs of his Soul. Yet know your Sex, and to the Marriage Yoke Innure your felf, which galls the more its, choak'd : Your fympathizing Love with Love conftrain; And paflive Valour will a Conqueft gain. Be- Art II. O/* Scots Poems. 65 Behold the foaming Ocean how he roars, And on with-ftanding Rocks his Billows pours, With fuch vaft Force his raging Waves are born. The Clifts almoft from the Foundation torn; But where the Shore in humble Sand is bow'd, And makes a pleafant Lodging for the God, He checks his full Carreer & curbs his Pow'r, Strives to be lefs, that he may pleafe the more. No fuUen Frowns his angry Brows inveft. Nor froathing Menaces difturb his Breaft, But with a Vifage calm, ferene, and clear, Such at the Birth of Nature did appear, He fhuns the Bank, and gliding back, apace Comes foreward with a Lover's mild Embrace. See how the mantling Ivy doth in-fold Her tender Leaves, and on an Oak takes hold, Till with the tall afpiring Tree fhe rife, And both together reach the wond'ring Skies .* Complying Arts will SuUenefs enhaunce. And Love is got and kept by Complaifance. Let not thefe fonder Thoughts moleft your Mind, Your Country and your Mother's left behind. This too's your Native Soil, what Shoals of Friends And Kindred on your Nuptial Pomp attends ? A long bleft Race of Monarchs here have fway'd, To whom in Blood you nearly are ally'd : I Look 66 A Choke ColleSiion Part II. Look round, all are a Kin where e're you tread, The Mighty living, and the Mightier dead, Whofe Adlions have immortaliz'd their Name, And ftuck their Merits in the Rolls of Fame : Befides there's One behind doth you expedl, Compar'd to whom all elfe you muft negledl, The Faireft, Braveft of the Royal Line, By Birth almoft a Brother Uterine ; Or any Thing that Laws do bid us prize. Or Nature ftronger than all Legal Ties. Now if the Gods do not our Vows deceive, And we too fondly what we wifh believe, A numerous Progeny from you fhall fpring. Which may your Love to firm Confiftence bring : Such pretty Boys & Daughters be your Share,-. One Smile of whom may banifh all your care Sons, as the Father, Brave ; Girls, as the^ Mother, Fair. Grant me ye Deftinies to live fo long. Till France and Scotland^ Union be my Song: An Union which may Time and Death defy^. And with the Stars have Co-eternity. Nota. In April 1 558. Was the Dauphin Married to the Queen of Scotland, which was honoured by an Epi- thalamium written by Buchanan, reckon'd to be one of the rareft Pieces of Latin Poetry. Burnet" J- Abridg. of the Bift. of the Reformat. P, 331, Part II. Of Scots Poems. 67 William LithgoWj Writer in Edinburgh^ H I s EPITAPH. TpDinburgh may fay, Ohon, •^^ And fo may Leith and Sand-button, Melrofs-land and Dolph'tngjioun But what Remeed, All they can do, is to bemoan Will. Lithgow 8 Dead. He was a fturdie Man of Weir, And never Lordlie of his Geir, He lap as well as any Steer, Withouten dread ; But now he's laid into his Bier, Poor Willieh Dead. Galtoiin-fide and Darnick Town Was never free of Thief and Lown, Where Willie did his Sorrows drown In Time of Need : I 2 Had 68 A Choice ColleElion Part II. Had they him yet, they would him Crown, But Oh he's Dead. To Melrofs Abbacy he went, To pay the Minifter his Stent, "Who faid to him, Y'are welcome Bent To fay your Creed ; Pray tafte this Brandy to me fent, It's mild as Meed. Tom Drouth and he was Billie-Boyes, They took their Pint in Willie Hoyes With Ifohel Stumpie and her Decoyes, And few their Seed : But now he's left thefe idle Toyes, For he is Dead. Each Day when he came from his Bed, Tom Drouth through Ale-houfes him led Where he the Laifes Legs did flied, With fow great Speed ; Hame was he carried on a Sled, But now he's Dead. So prettilie as he did Dance, And how the Laffes he did Launce, At ev'ry Step he mocked France, That broken Reed; But now poor Will, lies in a Trance, For he is Dead. He was good Company at Jeifts, And wanton when he came to Feafts, He Part II. O/" Scots Poems. 69 He fcorn'd the Converfe of great Beafts Or a Sheep-head, He leugh at Stories about Ghaifts, Blyth Willie's Dead. He fotched fometimes thrice a Day, Like Robin Ormjlon that Lump of Clay, He fiouriih'd then like a green Bay With upborn Head ; But now he's vanifht quite away, For he is Dead. Good-fellows they took great Delight To fee him bark but never bite, He blethred fo as he did flyte, Shaiking his Head, At every Word he gave a Steyt, But now he's Dead, Will. Keir and Jamie Clerk him knew. And fua did all that drunken Crew, He would not rich be as a Jew^ He wanted Greed, For he was alwife juft and true. But now he's Dead. At length his Wife fell to her Tricks, She haunted Limmers and great Licks, She drank with them and priev'd their But any Dread, He valued her as rotten Sticks Which was his Dead. His 70 A Choice ColleB'ton Part II. His Wife was alfo ( as all are ) Bad She fold away all that he had, Which broke his Heart and made it fad, And cold as Lead ; Yet he was ay an honeft Lad, But now he's Dead. Ye Gentlemen that given be To Bacchus and fweet Lecherie, Now take Example when you fee Your Neighbour bleed : As Willie is fo muft you be^ Alace ! he's Dead. Calia% Part II. Of Scots Poems 71 C Mh \ As Country-houfe and Clofet By Sir George Mackenzie of Rofehaugh-, Advocate to K. Charles 11. and K. James VII. [ The Author invokes Friendfliip as his Mufe.] T SING no Triumphs, nor fuch empty Things, ■^ 'Tis SoUd Friend/hip gives me Theme and Wings : Friendfliip .' that wifer Rival of Vain Love, Which does more Firm, tho' not fo Fiery prove; My Subjedl, thou the Mufe whom I invoke. Fire thou my Breaft, but fire it without Smoke: If thou my Thoughts wilt ripen with thy Rays, Around my Brows fliall fpring Immortal Bays. Virgil himfelf hath of me no fuch Odds, As Friendfliip of his Ccefar and his Gods : Friendfliip's as ftrong, tho' rarer than of old, And does like Fire in Winter grow more cold. I'll Rife, I'll Rife then, by a tow'ring Flight Above my own, tho' far below its Height : I can my Thoughts, but cannot raife my Theme, There's too much Merit in her Charming Name: As 72 A Choice ColleSiion Part II. As Warmth doth Flow'rs, fo Beauty ripens Wit, And makes Men Think what's High, and Say what's Fit. Yet, Gentle Mufe, let not thy Zeal confpire, With Caliah Eyes, to fet the World on Fire, Left her Adorer thou her Vidlim turn : A Poet's Flame fhould Warm, but fhould not Burn. [ The Palace^ Upon a Plain, where nothing bounds the Eye But what could Pleafe without Variety, A Palace, on a fmall Afcent, doth ftand, And views thofe Vallies which it doth com- mand ; Long Rows of Orange-trees upon each Side, The wond'ring Eye to that great Palace guide : Betwixt which Rows, moft pleafant Ponds they fee. Which with the Avenue in Length agree. Neptune with'sTrident on the Brink doth ftand, Prouder thofe, than the Ocean to Command: Glaucus his Galatea does admire, And in cool Waters feeds his Scorching Fire ; But whilft he Angles in thefe pleafant Lakes, He's more a Captive than the Fifh he takes. Two little Cupids, with a trembling Hand, Cover their Ears, left Triton, who does ftand Sound- Part II. O/" Scots Poems. 'j^ Sounding his Shelly Trumpet, fhould them wound ; For nothing more, than Noife does Love confound. Over thofe Ponds, th'incllning Trees do look. Making a Mirror of the GlafTy Brook; Thofe fleecy Clouds, the Bottles of the Rain Beget their LLkenefs on the Wat'ry Plain, The dazling Sun baths there his fcorching Beams, As if he wafh'd his Spots in thofe pure Streams. Here our Antipodes our Fancy fees. And Fifhes feem to neftle in the Trees.' Whilft others of them Swim upon the Sky, And Birds, at once, here and above do fly : Their Surface does, as pav'd with Criflal fhow, Whilft we fee curious Landskip drawn below. But when thofe Waters fliew their Lady's Face, The World can boaft of no fuch Pidlure-Cafe. There Pleafure does the Swans and Wild-ducks tame, Who, on their Beds of Down, reft in the Stream: The fcaly Flocks dance in the yielding Deep, And with the warbling Birds the Cadence keep; Like Beams lanc't from the Sun, themfelves they dart. So fwift, that they appear in ev'ry Part. [The Wood.] A Wood does Warm or Shade it's either Side, K In 74 A Choke ColleSiion Part II. In which the Trees do rife with equal Pride, And to the Heavens, Hke Arms, their Branches fpread. To thank thefe for the Rain by which they're fed. Here wander thofe whom Love hath led aftray; But her they fhun they ftill find in their Way.* To him whofe Heart this conqu'ring Paffion wears, Each Hill, each Tree, the Charming Image bears. And as with ev'ry Thing we ftill fee Light, So whatfoe'er we fee, fhe's ftill in Sight .' Each Tree's a Cage and Confort, where we hear How Liberty the very Birds does chear: 'Tis not the Spring does them to Singing move, But they do Sing becaufe they're then in Love: Love on Gray Hairs a blooming Youth can bring ; For Love is Nature's Mufick, Youth and Spring: Like Youth 'tis Gay, it like to Mufick charms. And, like the Spring, from Rigidnefs it warms. In thofe fweet Fields, the Happy Shepherds play. And, by their Looks, Speak more than we can Say; No Thought nor Face needs her a Cheating Drefs, What True Love Thinks, Kind Nature does Exprefs ; O.' how they Laugh at Favours Bought and Sold, And Part II. Of Scots Poems. 75 And fcorn the Triumphs of bewitching Gold : May no edg'd Tool, thofe Friendly Boughs invade, Which eager Raptures of charm'd Lovers Shade. [Her Father's Statue.] Above the Gate, her Father's Statue Hands, Whofe Adlions did exceed his great Commands, Whofe Friendihip, like his Wit, was Juft and Strong, He would not do, nor could he fufFer Wrong : In War, like Fire which fpacious Forrefts burns. And make great Waftes where e're its Fury turns : In Peace he, Angel-like, Refpe6l did draw, By Merit, and by Love, kept Men in Awe. Courage did to his Reafon give an Edge, And Reafon fmooth'd what Courage had of Rage: His Courage thus was Wife, his Reafon Bold, This Cool'd its Heat, That WarmM what was too Cold. [The Gardens.] Spread to the Eaft, embroider'd Gardens ly, O'er which the Sun looks with a Fruitful Eye, As his fweet Offspring, and feems to be vain, That Glorious Solomon and all his Train Were, by the greateft Mafter, thought outdone K 2 By 76 A Choke ColleSiion Part II By thefe Robes he had for the LiUies fpun. Here he doth all his Morning Bluflies place Upon a Rofe's, or a Tulip's, Face, Whilft others of his Rays, with pow'r, are fent The Pinks and fragrant July-flow'rs to paint, And all the Whitenefs that he can exhale From her fair Cheeks, he leflen'd, does let fall On the Narcijfus^ but it here looks pale, Afham'd thus from the Origine to fail. Here Labyrinths fo pleafe, that we may doubt If Art or Pleafure hinder getting out. A Fountain-Nymph darts Water up on high. And from the Centre doth the Garden fpy, Which doth with Eden in all things agree, Save that its Miftrefs will not tempted be. \^An Artificial Rock,\ She here an Artificial Rock hath rais'd. By which, ev'n whilft we're Cheated, we are Pleas'd : Here Nature's equal'd, future Art defy'd. No Lady's Glafs could have more jufty ly'd. Here do the Melancholy Pleafure find. And Print their Thoughts upon the MolTy Rind: From this the Bearded Streams do fall from high, And as they bruifed were, they Roar and Cry. In other Rocks, well busk'd with Trees, Birds Neft, Some Court, fome Sing, fome Fly, and fome few reft. K 2 A Part II. Of Scots Poems. 77 [J Multiplying Echo.] An Echo ready to repeat her Words, With many Mouths a fweet Return affords ; And whilft fhe Sings, they do in Confort found. Her Words fo pleafe her, that they all rebound. The Balmie Morning there doth early rife, Deck'd with the Glories of the Eaftren Skies : But feeing far more Orient in her Face, It, blufhing, does retire to give them Place. The Happier Sun does rife in Pride and Hafte, That he his Eyes may on that Wonder Feaft, By which impregnate with more radiant Light, He in frefh Luftre, foars a higher Flight : But from that Height, feeing her Glories fhine, He bows in Homage, hading to decline. And to the other World does wifely run, So great a Rival of his Light to fliun. [The Praife of a Country Lije.] O Happy Country Life, Pure like their Air, Free from the Rage of Pride, the Pangs of Care, Here Happy Souls ly bath'd in foft Content, And are at once Secure and Innocent : No Paflion here but Love; Here is no Wound But that by which Lovers their Names con- found On Barks of Trees, whilft with a fmiling Face They fee how thefe kind Letters ftill embrace. Here the kind Myrtles their fweet Branches fpread, And 7 8 A Choke ColleBion Part II. And fure no Laurel calls fo fweet a Shade. Yet all thefe Country Pleafures, without Love, Would but a dull and tedious Prifon prove : But Oh ! what Woods, Parks, Meadows Gar- dens ly In the bleft Circle of a Miftrefs Eye ; What Courts, what Camps, what Triumphs do we find In her fweet Converfe, when fhe will be kind. And what a dull thing fliould this World have been. If charming Beauties were not to be feen ; For when we mife fair Calia in this Place, Her Abfenoe does it Ruine and Difgrace. \The Clofet.] To find Defetfls, or wifti Additions, here. Does equally Impofiible appear. From this then, to her Clofet, I'll retire ; For what {be Loves we juftly may Admire : The Rooms Quadrangle, and the Walls do rife With fo much Juftnefs in their Squares and Size, That two Impreffions by the felf fame Seal Do not in all their Lines accord more well. She in her Floor doth trample under Foot A Glob, in rich Mofaick Marble cut : As her Thoughts do, what that does reprefent. Not like us ravifh'd with It, tho' content ; From Heav'n, which the rich Roof does re- prefent, A Criftal Candleftick feem to be fent. Our Part II. O/" Scots Poems. 79 \Our Saviour's Pi&ure.] Our Saviour there fo Living feems to be, He Calvin could oblige to bow his Knee ; The Painter cut fo deep his bleeding Wounds, That Art and Grief, both pleafe us and confounds : Yet, Lord, when I thefe Wounds thus bleeding fee, I muft conclude they bleed at Sight of me ; I in Thy Death o'er-adl this fatal Part Who pierc'd Thy Side, for I do pierce Thy Heart. Upon His Head there ftands a Crown of Thorns, Defign'd for Torture, but He it adorns ; And lince for us, the Earth was curs'd with thefe, He bears them as the Marks of our Difeafe. In the Floods of His Blefled Tears, I fee The Image of what's due to Sin and me .• The Pencil here, like Aaron's, Rod, doth fmite Our Rocky Hearts, and we weep with Delight : I fear thefe Tears the Painter here doth fpread. Are far more real than the Tears we fhed. Since our Hearts break not at fo great a Wonder, Which did the Rocks and Temple rent afunder, [The Virgin Mary.^ A Well cut Criftal, in a richer Cafe, Covers 8o A Choice ColleSlion Part II. Covers and Shews at once that Virgin's Face; Who flies, yet gets from Mankind fuch Refpedl, That feems Idolatry, or elfe Negledl. \The Infant?^ The Infant JESUS, looks fo in her Arm, As if the Painter had Him taken warm Up from the Craddle ; Art fo deludes the Eye, That men expert ftill when to hear Him Cry. \_Mary Magdalen.\ Sad Magdalen does here more Pity move Than formerly fhe did Delight or Love : She waflies now, with conftant Tears thofe Eyes, Which were Unfortunate in Vidlories ; And in thofe Streams, fhe nobly makes Expire Her roving Humour and her fatal Fire : In that Blefs'd Brine ihe doth her Soul preferve, Her Tears, as Pearls, for Ornament her ferve : The Floor now with thefe lovely Locks is fweept. In which, as Chains, her Gallants once fhe kept. Calia from this, mofl wifely does obferve. That whilfl we God, our Fame we likewife, ferve; For to this Magdalen half Europe bows. And, with Refpedl, Make and Perform their Vows ; Nor Part II. Of Scots Poems. 8i Nor is there any can fome Tears deny Seeing fo many fall from her fair Eye. The Book of Life gives a more lafting Name, Than the much toil'd for Regifter of Fame. [^ Hermitage Sjf Lands kip. \ A Reverend Hermite under an aged Oak, Our Pity may, and Piety provoke : Befides his Tears, he nothing there can fow, Yet Herbs, for Food, do by that Wat'ring grow. The Rocks, as melting with Compaflion, weep. In thefe cool Cellars he his Drink doth keep : No bruifed Grape bleeds from his Cup; no Knife Needs, to preferve his, take Anothers Life : No murder'd Beaft does in his Bowels groan, As if it did its own Death there bemoan ; Nor in Revenge, Fevers and Gouts do raife, Glad to aflift each Mutinous Difeafe: AH his own Flelh in Sacrifice is fpent, And when he Feafts, 'tis on our hardeft Lent. He in the Bofom of a Grove does fit. Where neither Sun's, nor Envy's Rage can hit: As Myfteries do Truth, fo Groves do Light, Not Darken, but Conceal from Human Sight; Whence 'twas in Groves the Vagans did of old Their Sacred Rites and Myfteries unfold. Here, in a Soul vaft like the ftretcht out Spheres, He rolls Thoughts greater than what Atlas bears : L No- 82 A Choice ColleSlion Part II. Nothing that's lefs than God Ihares in his Wonder, In whom the leaft Thing he admires is Thunder. And whilft his Thoughts mount on Seraphick Wings, He fees the World and Fame as Httle things : He courts not Sleep, with foft Melodious Airs, Nor in benumming Wine needs drown his Cares, The rich pil'd Grafs gives him a Velvet Bed, And Trees afford him Curtains in their Shade. What Crowned Head refts in fuch bleffed State, Or fo confines his Wifhes to his Fate. \A Death'' s Head.'] Next to her Mirror, a Death's Head takes place That fhews what is; This what Ihall be her Face: And fure it needs great Faith to make her think. The Face fhe bears, to what flie fees, can fhrink : And it may feem, that when fair Ccelia dies She Better may, but not more Lovely Rife. [Charles the Firji^ Great Charles ! God's Nobleft Image a- mong Men, Whofe Life deferves his own moft matchlefs Pen: His Life was the heft Law a King could make. Much Liberty he gave, but none did take, God Part II. 0/*Scots Poems. 83 God-like his Pow'r he us'd in doing Good, Lefs careful of his own, than Subjedls Blood : No Blood lefs Sacred could atone the Crimes Of thofe Rebellious and Blafphemous Times, Above all Martyrs in this Magnified They for Religion ; but it with him Dy'd, This fixes that bleft Race which long has flood; Great by its own but Greater by this Blood : This for Reward a matchlefs Son did bring, Heav'ns only Govern'd by a Better King ; And fuch as cannot under him be free To Knaves and Fools fhould flaves for ever be. Freted Religion fickens into Zeal That Holy Fever of the Common-well, By this fweet Name falfe Men their Rage Baptize, And not to God, but Molech Sacrifice. Making their Enemies pafs through a Fire, They do their Offerings kindle by their Ire. \Seneca^ Next Charles^ Grive Seneca does choofe his Place, The Greateft Preacher that e'er wanted Grace; Bearing thefe Looks, each whereof was a Law, Which the Rude World and Nero kept in Awe; Till he in's Luft himfelf and Rome did Burn, Leaving bare Walls to be that Cities urn. Vertue's but Pedantry when we oppofe A Princes will, thefe Counfellors are Foes.' Nor can a Tyrant learn at a cheap Rate, Since his firft Tutor is his adverfe Fate. L2 Ju- 84 A Choice CQUeBion Part 11. [Julius Ca/ar.] There we with Awe, fee Cafar^ Laurell'd Head, Who all the World but one Poor Trophy made; He gave the Law to all, to Kings a Name, And did force Virtue to fubmit to Fame : What e'er his Eyes did fee, his Sword did gain, For he like Fate, did never wifh in vain. Rome under him, was ne'er fo Great nor Low, For he did Chains and Crowns on it bellow : For each kill'd Roman, he to Rome did bring An Enflav'd State, or an Enthralled King; But when by Vidi'ries he was ripe to be Great Pompey\ Vidlim, then he fell as he : And yet no Crime could Ceefar bring fo low. That he could fall, but by a Senate's Blow. Great Men can boaft, that ev'n their Adverfe Fate, Mull ruine them in Solemn Pomp and State. [Pompeyi] An other Pidlure fhews us Pompefs Head, Which that great Name allows not to be Dead: Not Death it felf could make this Face look Pale, It was the Gafping of the Common-weall : Nor was it Pity fure, but Cafar's Fears Which on the Sight of it provok'd his Tears; Pompey no Pity needs, Cafar cou'd fee In thefe Grim Looks, Rome's Mur'dred Liberty : But Part II. O/* Scots Poems. 85 But when he to the Gods was known Above, They to revenge him did juft Brutus move : Nor cou'd they put their Sword in Jufter Hands, For his Obedience Hallow'd their Commands, [Cato.] Next him (lands Cato^ to whofe Sacred Breaft Romeh Freedom fled for Shelter when diftreft : And leaft it fhould have fall'n in Ccefar\ Pow'r, He in his own Great Heart open'd a Door For it's Efcape, that it to Heav'n might fly, And wait till Cafar fhould by Brutus dy. The World to his deep Judgment fo did truft, That his fole Vote declared Pompey Juft. Here he 'gainft Fate and Cafar did prevail, And ftill to Cato lay the laft Appeal. {Monirofe] Montrose his Countrie's Glory and its Shame, Who equall'd Cafar in all Things fave Fame : His Heart,, tho' not his Country, was as Great As his, and he fell by a Nobler Fate ; Montrofe did fall his Country to redrefs. But Ccefar^ whilft he did Juft Rome opprefs. Duty on Valour ftamps a Juft Renown, 'Tis as great to fupport as wear a Crown. Cleo- 86 A Choice Colkaion Part IL \Cleopatra.\ Here Cleopatra fliews thofe conqu'ring Eyes, Which Anthony efteem'd a greater Prize Than Rome'^ Empire ; this Paffion did exceed All Things, fave thefe bright Eyes which did it feed / And yet in that Brave Death whereby fhe fell. She fhew her Love her Beauty did excel : Some C(Bfar do for Slighting her Admire ; But my Heart warms at Anthonie\ kind Fire. Ccefar at Rome^ ftrove Fools and Knaves to pleafe, And did buy Danger with the Lofs of Eafe : He Toils, and Trouble did from them endure. Who thought his Ruine vfa& Rome's only Cure: Whilft Anthony a Lovely Queen pofleft, And his fafe Head lean'd on her Charming Breaft : That Queen who fooner C fra hand: While thou paidaPand inaStowrethoudid ftand. With a willie Wand thy Skin was well fcourged, Syne feinzedly forge how thou left the Land. Now Sirs I demand how this Pod can be purged. Yet Yet wanfhapen Shit thou fhupe fuch a Sunzie, Asproudasyouprunzieyour Pensfhal beplucked, Come kifs where I cukied and change me that Cunzie, Your Gryzes Grunzie is gracelefs and gowked, Your Mouth muft be mucked while ye be in- ftrudled, Foul Flirdon, Wanfucked, Terfel of a Tade, Thy Meiter mlfmade hath loufily lucked, I grant thou condudled thy Terms in a Slade. Little angry Attercap, and auld unfel Ape, Ye grein for to gape upon the grey Meir, Play with thy Peir, or I'll pull thee like a Paip, Go ride in a Rape for this noble new Year. I promife thee here to thy Chafts ill Chear, Except thou go leir to lick at the Louder, With Potangars Powder thy felf overfmeir, The Caftle ye weir well feiled on your Shoulder. This twife fealed Trumper with his trattling Trows Making vain Vows, to match him with me, With the Print of a Key well burnt on thy Brows, Now God fliall be Witnefle, wherefra came ye. For all your Bombill ye'r warde a little we : I think for to fee thee hing by the Heils For Termes that thou fteils of old Poetrie, Now who fhould trow thee that's pall baith the Sells. Proud [ 6 ] Proud poyfoned Pyk-thank, perverfe and perjured I dow not indure it to be bitten with a Duik, I's fell thee like a Duik flatlings on the Fluir. Thy Scrows obfcure are borrowd fra fome Buik. Fra Lindfayxhon tuik,and ihon^rtChancer''& Cuik, Ay lying like a Ruik, if Men would not skar thee; But Beaft I debar thee the King's Chimny Nuik, Thou flees for a Look, but I fhall ride nar thee. Falfe Stridand and Stickdirt Ps gar thee ftink, How durfl: thou mint with thy Mafter to mell, One fik as thy felf, little pratling Pick, Could thou not ware Ink thy Trattling to tell. Hole Hurefon of Hdl amang the Fiends fell To drink of that Well that poifon'd thy Pen Where Devils in their Den do yammer and yell. Here I thee expell from all Chriften Men. Polwart to Montgomerie. "D Lierd babling Byftour-bard obey, -'-' Learn skybald Knave to know thy fell. Vile Vagabound, or I invey, Cuftroun with Cuffs thee to compell. Yet, tratling Truker, Truth to tell Stoup thou not at the fecond Charge, Mifchievous Milhant, we fhall mell With laidly Language loud and large : Where Loun as thou loves thy Life, I baith command and counfel thee. For to efchew this flurtfome Strife, And [ 7 J And with thy manly Mafter gree, To this EfFedl, I fummond thee By publike Proclamation, Gowke to compear upon thy Knee And kiffe my foul Foundation. But Lord I laugh to fee the bluiter, Glory in thy Ragments, rafh to raill "With maighty manked mangled Meiter. Tratland, and tumbland Top over Taill, As Carlings compts their Farts doyl'd Snail, Thy roufly Ratrymes made but Mater I could well follow, wald I fail. Or preaffe to fifh within thy Water, Only becaufe, Owle, thou dois ufe it, I will write Verfe of common Kind, And Swingeour for thy fake refufe it ; To crabe thee humbler by thy Mind, Pedlar, I pity thee a pin'd, To buckel him that beares the Bell. Jackftio be better anes engyn'd. Or I fhall flyte againft my fell. But briefly Beifl to anfwer thee In Sermon ftxort, I am content, And fayes thy Simulitudes unflie Are nawayes very pertinent. Thy tyr'd Comparifons a sklent Are monftrous like the Mule that made them, Thy borrowed Barkings violent. Yet were they worfe let Men out-war them Alfo [ 8 ] Alfo I may be Chancerh Man, And yet thy Mafter not the lefle : But Wolfe that waftes on Cup and Kan, In Gluttony thy Grace I guefle ; Ga drunken Dyvpur thee addrefs, And borrow thee embafled Breiks. To hear me now thy Praife exprefs. Knave if thou can without wat Cheiks, Firft of thy juft Genealogie Tyke I fhall tell thee Truth I trow, Thou was begotten fome fayes me, Betwixt the Devil and a dun Kow, One Night that when the Fiend was fow At Banquet Bridland at the Beir, Thou fowked fyne a fweit brod Sow. Amang the Middings many a Year, On Rultes and Runches in the Field With Nolt thou nourifh'd was a Year, Whill that thou paft baith Poor and Peild Into Argyle fome Lair to leir, As the laft Night did well appeir. When thou ftood Edging at the Fire, Faft fykand with thy Heiland Chea,r, My Flyting forc'd thee fa to tyre, Into the Land where thou was born I read of nought but it was skant. Of Cattel, Clething, and of Corn Where [ 9 ] Where Wealth and Well-fair baith doth want. Now Tade-face take this for no Tant, I hear your Houfing is right fair, Where howlring Howlets ay doth hant, With Robin-Red-breft but repair. The Lords and Lairds within that Land I knaw are Men of mekil Rent And Living, as I underftand, Whill in an Innes we be content To leive and let their Houfe in Lent, In Lentron Month and the lang Sommer Where twelve Knights Kitchens hath a Vent Quhilke for to furnifh dois them cummer. For Store of Lambs and lang tail'd Wedders Thou knawes where many Couples gaes. For Stealing tyed fall in Tedders In fellon Flocks of anes and twaes Abrod athort your Banks and Braes, Ye do abound in Coal and Calk, And think as Fools to fley all Faes, With Targets, Tuiliea and toom Talk. Alas poor Hood-pykes, hungerbitten Accuftom'd with Scurrility, Rydand like Boyftures all befhitten. In Fields without Fertility : Bare barren, with Sterility, For fault of Cattle, Corn and Gerfe, Your Banquets of moft Nobility Part III. B Dear [ lO ] Dear of the Dog brawen in the Merfe. Witlefle Vanter, were thou wife Cuftroun, thou would Cor mundum cry. Ov'rlaiden Lown, with lang tail'd Lyce. Thy doytit Dytings foon deny, Trouker or I thy Trumpery try And make a Legend of thy Life. For flyt I anes, Folk will cry fy, Then thou'l be ward with every Wife. Polwart'jili^(3?««toMontgomery5^«?/«g- fick. CIR Swingeor feeing I want Wares ^ And Salves to flake thee of thy Saires, This prefent from the 'Pothecares Me think meet to amend thee. Firft for thy Fever feed in Folly, With failing Stomack take Oyl-doly Mixt with a mouthful of Melancholy From Flyame for to defend thee. Syne pafle a Space and fmell a Flowre Thy inward Parts to purge and fcowre : Take thee three Bites of ane black Howre And Ruebarb baach and bitter. This duly done but ainy Din, Sup fyne fix Sops but fomething thin Of [ " J Of the Devil fcald thy Guts within To heal thee of thy Skitter. Unto thy Bed fyne make thee bown, Take ane fweet Syrop worth a Crown, And drink it with the Devil ga down To recreat thy Sprite. And laft of all, Craig in a Cord, Send for a Powder and pay for't. Called the Vengeance of the Lord, For thy Mug Mouth moft meet. If this preferve thee not frae Pain, Pafs to the 'Pothecares again, Some Recepies dois yet remain To heal Bruick, Byle or Blifter. As D'ladragma when ye dine. Or Diaholicon wat in Wine, With Powder I drait fellon fine. And mair yet when ye mifter. Montgomerie's Anfwer to Polwart. T rile venemous Viper, wanthrifteft of Things, ^ Half an Elf, half ane Aip, of Nature deny it. Thou flait with a Country the quhilk was the Kings, But thatBargan, falfe beaft,dear fhall thou buy it. The Cuff is well wared that twa hame brings, B 2 This [ 12 ] _ This Proverb foul Pelt to thee is apply it, Firft Spyder of Spite, thou fpews out Springs, Yet wanfhapen Vowbet of the Weirds invytit, I can tell theehow, when, were,andwhatgat thee. The quhilk was neither Man nor Wife Nor Human Creature on Life, Thou ftinkand Stirrer up of Strife, FaKe Howlet have at thee. Inthehinder-end of Harvefl: on All-hallow-even, When our good Neighbours dois ride, if I read right, SomebuckledonaBunewandandfome on aBeen, Ay trottand in Troups from the Twilight. Some faidled a fhee Ape, all grathed into green. Some hobland on a Hemp Stalk, hovand to the The King of Pharie and his Court with the Elf Queen, With many Elfifh Incubus was ridand that Night, There an Elf on an Ape an Unfel begat. Into a Pot by Pomathorne That Bratchart in a Bufle was born. They fand a Monfter on the Morn, War faced nor a Cat. The weird Sifters wandring, as they were wont then. Saw Ravens rugand at that Rattonby a Ronruit, They mufed at theMandrakeunmade likeaMan, A Beaft bund with a Bunewand in an auld Buit, How . [ 13 J How that Gaift had been gotten to guefs they began, Well fwill'd in a Swins Skin, and fmeird o're with Suit, The Belly that it firft bair full bitterly they ban, Of this mifmade Moidewart Mifchief they muit, The crooked Gamfchoch Croyl, unchriften they curfe, They bad that Baich fhould not be but The Glengore, Gravel and the Gut, And all the Plagues that firft were put Into Pandoras Purfe. The Coch, & the Connoch, the Collick, & the Cald, The Cords,& the Cout-evil,theCIafps& theCleiks, TheHunger,the Hartill,&the Hoiftftill,theHald, The Botch, and the Barbies, with the Cannigate Breicks, With Bock-Blood and Benfliaw fpewen fprung in the Spald, TheFerfie,the falling Evil that feels many Freiks, Overgane all with Angleberries as thou grows aid, The Kinkhoft, the Charbucle, and Worms in the Chieks. The SnufFe and the Snoit, the Chaud-peece and the Canker, With the Bl'aids and the Belly'-thraw, The Bleiring Bats and the Bean-fliaw, With the Mifchief of the Melt and Maw, The Glape and the Shanker. The [ 14 J The Frencie, the Fluxes, the Feyk and the Felt, The Fevers, the Fearcie, with the fpeinzie Flies, The Doit, and the Difmal, indifferently delt, The Powlings, the Palfey, with Pocks like Pees, The Swerf, and the Sweiting with Sounding to fwelt. The Weam-ill,the wild Fire,theVoniit& theVees, The Mair and the Migrame, with Meaths in the Melt, The Warbles, and the Wood- worm whereof Dog dies. The Teafick, the Tooth-aik, the Titts & the Tirles. The painful Poplefie, and Peft, The Rot, the Roup, and the auld Reft, With Parleffe and Plurifies oppreft. And nip'd with the Nirles. Wo worth (quoth the Weirds) the Wights that thee wrought, Threed-bair be their Thrift, as thou art wan- threvin : Als hard be their Handfelthat helpstheetoought. The rotten Rim of thy Wamb with Rooks fhall be revin All Bounds where thou bides to Bail fhall be brought. Thy Gal and thyGuiflern toGledsfhall begiven Ay fhortbethy Solace,withShamebe thou fought, In Hell mot thouhant thee & hide thee fra heaven, And as thou auld growes fo eikand be thy anger, To leive with Limmers and Out-lawes, With [ 'S J "With Hurcheons eatand Hips and Hawes, But when thou comes where the Cock crawes, Tarry there na langer. Shame and Sorrow on her Snout that fufFers thee to fuck, Or Ihe that cares for thy Cradil,cauld be herCaft, Or brings any Bedding for thy blae Bowke, Or loufes of thy Lingals fa lang as they may laft, Or offers thee any Thing all the lang Owke, Or firft refrefheth thee with Food, howbeit thou fould fall. Or when thy Duds are bedirten that gives them a Douk. All Grooms when thou greits at thy Canting be aGaft. Als froward be thy Fortune as foule is thy Form. Firft feven Years be thou dumb and deif, And after that a common Thief: Thus art thou marked for Mifchief, Foul unworthy Worm. Outrow'd be thy Tongue, yet tratling all Times; Ay the longer that thou lives thy Luck be the lefle, All Countries where thou comes accufe thee of Crimes, And falfe be thy Fingers but leath to confefs, All raving and raging in rude Ratrymes, And ill be thou ufand and ay in Excefle, Ilk Moon be thou mad frae paft be the Primes, Still plagued with Poverty thy Pride to oppreffe. With [ i6 J With Warwolfes and wild Cats thy Weird be to wander, Dragleit through dirty Dubs and Dykes, Toufled and tuggled with Town Tykes : Say loufie Lyar what thou lykes, Thy Tongue it is na Slander. Fra the Sifters had feen the Shape of that Shit, Little Luck be thy Lot there where thou lyes. Thy fumard Face quoth thefirfttoflytfhall be fit. Nicnevefiqnoth. the next fhall nourifti theetwyfe, To ride Poft to Elphine nane abler nor it. To drive Dogs but to drite. The third can devife. All thy Days flialt thou be of a Body but a Bit ; Als Faith is this Sentence, as ftiarp is thy Sife, Syne duly they deemed what Death it fhould die: The firft faid furely of a Shot, The fecond of a running Knot, The third be throwing of the Throat, Like a Tyke out owre a Tree. When all the Weird Sifters had thus voted in one Voce The Deidof theDablet then fyne they withdrew, To let it ly all alane, they thought it little Lofs, In a Den be a Dyke on the Day Dew. Then a clear Companie came foon after clofs, Nicneven with her Nymphs, in number anew, With Charms from Caitnefs dinAChanrie 'mRofs^ Whofe Cunning confifts in cafting a Clew, They feeing this farie Thing, faid to themfelves. This ^. .. ^ ^7 ] This thrlftlefs Thing is meet for us, And for our Craft commodious, An ugly Ape and Incubus Gotten with an Elf. Thir venerable Virgins, whom the Warld call Witches, In the time of their Triumph, tirr'd me the Tade, Some backward raid on Brodfows, and fome Black-bitches, Some inftead of a Staig over a ftark Monk ftraid, Fra the How the Hight fome hobbles, fome hatches. With their Mouths to the Moon Murgeons they made; Some be Force in efFedl the four Winds fetches. And ninetimes Witherfhins about the Throne raid. Some glowring to the Ground, fome grievouflie gaips. Be Craft conjure and Fiends perforce Furth of a Catine befide a Crofs, Thir Ladies lighted from their Piorfe And band them with Raips. Syne bare-foot and bare-legged to baptize that Bairn, Till a Water they went be a Wood Side, TheyfandtheShitall befhitteninhis awn Shearn, On threeheadedZr^^fl/wj- to hear them they cry'd, As we have found in the Field this Fundling for- fairn, Part III. C Firft [ i8 ] Firft his Father he forfakes in thee to confyde, Be vertue of thir Words and this raw Yearn, And while this thrife thretty Knots on this blue Threed, And of thir Mens Members well fowed to a. Shoe Which we have tane from Top to Tae, Even of a hundred Men and mae, Now grant us Goddefle or we gae Our Duties to doe. Be the Hight of the Heavens, be the Hownefs of Hell, Be the Winds and the Weirds, & theCharlewain, Be the Horns, the Hand-fl:afF,and the Kings Ell, BeThunder,beFire-flaughts,heDrouth&beRain, Be the Poles & the Planets, & the Signs all twell. Be Mirknefs of the Moon, let Mirknefs remain, Be the Elements all that our Craft can compell, Be the Fiends infernal, and the Furies in pain. Gar all the Gaifts of the Dead that dwells there down In Lethe and Styx thir ftinkand Strands, And Pluto that your Court commands, Receive this Howlat off our Hands, In Name of Mabown. That this Worm in our Wark fome Wonders may wirk. And through the Poifon of this Pouder Partiks prevail To cut off our Cumber fra coming to the Kirk, For , [ 19 ] For the half of our Help, and has it in their hail; Let never this Undought of Ill-doing irk, But ay blyth to begin all Barret and Bail, Of all Blefs let it be as bair as the BIrk, That titteft the Taidrel may tell an ill Tail, Let no Vice in this Warld in this Wanthrift be wanted. Be they had faid the Fire-flaughts flew, Baith Thunder, Rain and Winds blew, Where be their coming Cummers knew Their Asking was granted. When that the Dames devotly had done the Devore Inhaving this Hurcheon,theyhafl;ed themhame. Of that Matter to make remained no more. Saving next how that Nuns that Worlin fhould name; They know'd all the Kytral the Face of it before. And nib'd it fae doon near, to fee it was a Shame; They call'd it peild Powart, they puld it fo fore. Where we clip, quoth the Cummers, there needs na Kame, For we have Height XoMahownior Handfel this Hair: They made it like a fcraped Swyne, And as they cow'd they made it whryne, It fhaw'd the fell ay one fenfyrte,. The Beard was fa baire. Fra the Cummers that Crab had with Pluto con- trad:ed, C 2 They Theypromelft as Parents fyne for their awn pairt, A Mover of Mifchief& they might for to make it, As an Imp of all 111 moft apt for their Art, Nicneven as Nourifh, to teach it, gart take it. To fail fure in a Seif but Compafs or Cart, And Milk of a Hair Tedder, though Wives fuld be wrackt, And a Cow give a Chopin was wont to give a Quart, Many Babes and Bairns fhall blefs thy hair Bains, When they have neither Milk nor Meil, Compell'd for Hunger for to fteil. Then fhall they give thee to the De'il Able oftner nor anes. Beand after Midnight their Office was ended. At that Tyde was nae Time for Troumpours to tarry. Syne backward on Horfeback bravely they bended, That Cam-nofed Cocatrice they quite with them carry, To Kait of Creifm a Creil foon they gar fend it. Where feven Year it fat baith finged and fairie The Kin of it be the Cry incontinent kend it. Syne fetch Food for to feed it forth from the Pharie, Ilk Elf of them all brought an Almonds Houfe Oyfter, Indeed it was a dainty Difli, A foul flegmatick a foulfome Fifh, In- Inftead of Sauce on it they pifh, Sik Food feed fik a Fofter. Syne fra the Fathers fide finely had fed it, Many Monks and Marmafttes came with the Mother, Black both fall theBreift & the Belly that bred it. Ay offered they that Undought fra one to an- other. Where that Smatched had fuked, fa fair it was to ihed it, But believe it began to buckle the Brother, In the Bark of a Bourtree whilom they bed it. All Talking with their Tongues the ane to the other, With Flirting and Flyting their Phyfnome they flipe. Some feeking Lyce in the Crown of it keeks, Some chops the Kids into their Cheeks, Some in their Oxfter hard it cleiks Like an auld Bag-pipe. With Mudyeons & Murgeons & moving the Brain They lay it, they lift it, they loufe it, they lace it, They grap it, they grip it, it greets & they grane; They bed it, they haw it,theybind it,theybraceit. It skitred and skarted, they skirl'd ilk ane. All theKye in the Country they skared & chafed. That roaring they wood ran & routed in aReane, The wild Deer fra their Den has difplaced. The Cry was fo ugly of Elfs, Apes and Owles, That That Geefe and Gaifling cryes and craiks, In Dubs douks down with Duiks and Draiks, All Beafts for fear ihe Fields forfakes, And the Town Tykes yowls. Sik a mirthlefs Mufick their Minftrels did make, While Ky caft Caprels behind with their Heels, LittleRent to their Tyme the Town let them take, But ay tammeift redwood, &raveld in their Reels; Then the Cummers that ye ken came all macklack. To conjure that Coidyoch with Clews in their Creils, While all the Bounds them about grew blaikned and black. For the Din of thir Daiblets rais'd all the De'ils, To concur in the Caufe they were come fa far. For they their God-bairn Gifts would give. To teach the Child to fteal and rive. And ay the langer that it live The Warld fhould be the warr, Polwart\ Third Flyting againft Mont- gomery. TNternal fraward feaming Furies fell ■'-Curft, cankred, crabed (Coltho) help to quell Yon Canibal^ yon Cative execrable. Provide my Pen profoundly to diftel Some dure Defpite to daunt yon Devil of Hell And drive with Dool to Death deteftable This made malicious Monfter miferable, A A Tyke tormented troting out of Toon, Then runs red wood at ilk mids of the Moon. Renew your roaring Rage and eager Ire, Inflam'd with fearful thundring Thuds of Fire, To plague this poyfoned Pykthank, Peftilent With flying Fire-flaghts burning bright & fliire Devore yon devilifh Dragon, I defire, And wafte his wearied Venom violent. Conjure this beaftly Begger impotent, Supprefle all Power of this evil Sprite, That bids and barks in him as black aS jeit. But reekie Rocks and Ravens or ye rive him, Defift, delay his Death while I defcrive him, Syn ripely to his Raving rude reply. To dreadful Dolour dearfly or ye drie him Through P/«^o's Power, pleafure to deprive him. The Lown may lick his Vomit, and deny His fhamelefs Sawfle like Satan flavifh fmy, Whofe Manners with his mifmade Members here Doth correfpond, as plainly doth appeir. His peilet Palad and unpleafant Pow, They fulfome Flocks of Flies doth overflow With Wames& Wounds all blakned full of Blains Out owr the Neck athort his nitty Now, Ilk Loufe lyes linkand like a large Lintbow That hurts hisHarnefs & pierce them to his Pains While Wit and Vertue vanifh'd fra the Vains With Scars and Scors athort his frozen Front, In Rankels run within the Stews, all burnt. His Lugs baith lang and lean who cannot lack That [ H ] That to the Tron hath tane fo many a Tack, With blafted Bowels, bowden with bruifed Blud And hapning Haires blown witherfhins aback, Foot foundred Beafts, for fault of Food full weat Hes not their Hair fo fnod as other good, The bleard Buck and boiftrous to conclude, His right trim Teeth fomewhat in a Thraw A topped Turd right teughly for to taw. With laidly Lips and lyning Side turned out, His Nofe well lit in Bacchus Blood about. His ftinking End, corrupt as Men well knaws. Contagions, Cankers carves his fneaking Snout, His fhoven Shuders fhaves the Marks no doubt Of teugh Tail there's Tyres and other Tawes, And Girds of Galeys growand now in gaws. Swa all his fulfome Form thereto efFeirs, The which for Filth I will not file your Ears. The Second P art ofVo\w2Lrx!sThird Fly ting. T> Ut of his Conditions to carp for a while, ^^ And compt you his Qualities, compaft with Appardon me Poets to alter my Stile, (Cair, And wifle my Verfe for fyling the Air, Returning diredlly again to Argile Where laft that I left him baith bairfit and hair, Where rightly I reckoned his Race very vile Defcending of Devils as I declare. But which of the Gods will guide me aright Abhorring fo abominable So doolful and deteftable, So . I 25 ] So knavifh cankred execrable And wearied a Wight. In Argile amang the Gaits he gaid within Glens, Ay there ufing Offices of a bruit Beaft, While bleflefs was banifht for handling of Hens, Syne forward to Flanders faft fled or he ceafl. From poor anes Pultrie he plucked the Pens, Delighting in Thift, the Heart of his Breaft, And Courage enclin'd to Knav'ry Men kens. To peltilent Purpofe plainly he preaft ; But trulie to tell all the Truth unto you In nowife was he wife. He ufed both Carts and Dice, And fled no Kind of Vice, Or few as I trow. He was a falfe Schifmatick notoriouflie nam'd, Both Whoredom and Homicide unfel he ufed, With all the fevenSins the Smatchet was fham'd; Pride, Ire and Envy, this Undought abufed. For greedy Covetoufnefs bitterly blamed, For Baudrie and Bordeling lucklefs he ruized: Trifl:,Trines and Drunknefs,the Dyvor defam'd, Falfe Feinzeir, with Flyting and Flattrie infufed, Maifl: fmful and fenfual, fhame to rehearfe, Whofe fecklefs Foolifhnefs And beaftly Bruklenefs Can no Man as I guefs Well put it into Verfe. A Warlock and a Warwolf, a Vowbet but Hair, A Devil, a Dragon, a dead Dromedarie, A counterfit Cuftron that cracks, does not cair. Part III. D A [ 26 J A clavering Cohooby that cracks of the Pharie, Whofe favorlefs Phifnome doth duely declare His Vices and Vicioufnefs, although I wold vary ArcandanCs, Aftrologie, a Latern of Lair, Affirms his Bleaidnefs to Wifdom contrary, Betakning baith Babling and Baldnefs of Age, Great Fraud and foul Deceit, Capped with quit Conceit, Witnefs fome Verfe he wrate Half dead in a Rage. His Anagram alfo concerning that Cafe, Says furelie its a Sign of a leacherous Lown, His Palenefs next partlie with Brown i'th'Face, Arcandam afcrives to Babling ay bown, And tratling intemperate, timelefs but Place, A Cowardyet cholrick and drunk in each Town, And als his Afs Ears they fing in fhort Space, The frantick Fool fhall grow mad likei^f(2/6o«'«; But yet fhal he live long, which alas were a Lofs, For fuch a tried Traitour, A babling Blafphemator Was never form'd of Nature So gouked a Goofe, Whofe Origine noble the Note of his Name, Cal'd Etymologic bears rightly record. His Sirname doth flow from 2 Terms of Defame Yrova.MonthiGomorah where De'ils be th'Lord, His Kinfmen were clearly caft out to his Shame, That this is the Clan whom Chrift hath abhor'd. And bears of the Birth-place their horribleName, WherCfSo^oTwi/^Sinnerswithftinkingwerefmord. Now f ^7 ] Now fen all is fuith that is faid of this Smy Unto that caped Clark And pretty Peice of Wark, That bitterly doth bark, I may this reply. PolwarH laft Y\^Xx\\%2i^2i\T& Montgomery. T Tile Villain vain, and war than I've tald thee, ^ Thy withered Wame is damnified and dried Befhitten Byftour, baldly I forbade thee. To mel with me, or elfe thou fhuld dear buy it. The Speach but Purpofe, Porter is efpied, ThsLt-writsof Witches, JVarloch^Wratbs&iIVratches, But Invedlives againft him well defied, Rob Stein thou raves, forgetting whom thou matches. Leave Bogles, Brownies, Gyre-carlings & Gaifts, Daftard thou dafFs that with fuch Devilry mels Thy Reafons favours of Reek, and nothing elfe. Then Sentences of Suit fa fweetly fmels. Thou fat fo near the Chimney-nuik that made'em Faft by the Ingle, amang the Oyfter Shells, Dreidand, my Danger durft not well debar'em. Thy tratling Truiker, wald gar Tades fpew And Carl-cats weep Vinegar with their Eine, Thou faid I borrowed Blads that is not true. The contrary, falfe Smatchet, {hall be feen, I never had of that making ye mein A Verfe in Writ, in Print, or yet perqueir, Whilk I can prove, and cleanfe me wonder cleir. Though fmgle Words no Writer can forbeir. D 2 To [ 28 ] To prove my Speeches probable and plain Thou muft confefs thou ufed my Invention, I reckoned firft thy Race, fyne thou again In that fame fort made of thy Mafter mention. Thy Wit is weak with me to have Diffention, For to my Speech thou never made Reply ; At Liberty to lie is thy Intention, I anfwer ay which thou cannot deny. Thy Friends are Fiends ,of Apes thou feinzies mine, With my Affiftance faying all thou can, I count fuch Kindred better yet nor thine. Without which thou might have barked waift ; I laid the Ground whereon thou beft began, To big the Brig whereof thou brags maift. Thy Lack of Judgment may be als perceived, Thir twa chief Points of Reafon wants in thee. Thou attributes to Alps, where thou has reaved The Ills of Horfe, a monftrous Sight to fee, Na Marvel though ill won, ill wared be. For all thefe Ills thou flaw, I am right certain, From Sempleh Ditements of a liorfe did die, Of Porterfield that dwelt into Dumbarton, Amang the Ills of Alps that thou haft tauld. Though to a Horfe pertaining properlie. Thou puts the Spaven in the forder Spauld, That ufeth in the Hinder-hogh to be, Fra Horfemen anes thy Cunning hear and fee I fear auld Allan get na mair ado, Alas poor Man he may lay down and die. Sine thou's fucceed to wear the Silver Shoe. Farder thou flees with other Fowls Wings, O're- O'reclade with clearer Colours than thy awn, But fpecially with fome of SempW^ Things, Or of a plucked Goofe thou had been knawn, Or like a Gran, in Manting foon ov'rthrawn, That muft take ay nine Steps before fhe flee, So in the Gout thou might have ftand & blawn As long as thou lay gravel'd like to die. I fpeak not of thy vicious Divifions, "Where thou pronounces & yet propones but part Incumbred with fa manie tryed Gonfufions, Quhilk fhaws thy Rime but Rhetoric or Art, Thy Memorie is fhort befhrew thy Heart, Telling one Thing over twice or thrice at anes. And cannot from a proper Place depart. Except I were to frig thee with Whin-ftanes. The Things I faid if that thou would deny. Meaning to wry the Verity with Wiles, Lick where I laid and pickle of that Pye, Thy Knavery Gredence frae thee quite Exiles, Thy fecklefs Folly all the Air defiles, I find fa many Faults ilk an over another, Firft I muft tell thee all thy ftatelie Stiles, And fyne bequeath thee to thy birken Brother. Fond Filter, fhit Shiter, Bacon Byter, all defil'd Blunt-bleitar, Paddock-pricker, Pudding-eater perverfe, Hen-plucker, Glofet-mucker, Houfe-cocker very vild, Tany Chieks, thou fpeaks with thy Breiks, foul Erfe, Wood Tike, Hood-pike, ay like to live in Lack, Flouer [ 30 J . Flouer the Pin,fcabed Skin,eatinthatthoufpake, Gum gade, bald skade,foul-fac'd,why flatethou foul? I tell you, fill tow, thou dow not defend thee, QuhakendthyEnd,falfeFiend,phantaftickMule, Theif fmy, thy wald cry fy, fy, to gar end thee. Sweit Sow,doild Cow, ay fow,foul fa thy Banes, Very wild, defil'd, ay wood ilk Month anes, Tany Tade thou's defeat, now debate, if thou dow. Huch Padle, lick Ladle, fliite Sadie, do thy beft. Creifhie Souter, Shoe-clouter, Winch-mouter, dare thou, Ragge-railer,Sheep-ftealer,daubleDealer,thou's be dreft, FoUie prief, bein Thief, Mifchief fall thy Lips. Bleird-Baird,thyRewardisprepar'dforthyHips, Erfe-flaiker,glyde Glaiker, Room-raiker for Re- lief, Lunatick,Frenatick,Schifmatick,SwingeourSob, Turd fac'd, ay chased, almaift fyl'd for a Thief, Mifliekite, an thou flyte, I'll drite in thy Gob, Tuit Mow, wild Sow, foon bow or I wand thee, Land-louper, light Skouper, ragged Rouper like a Raven, Halland-fhaker,DraTight-raker,Bannock-baiker, all befliitten, Craig-in-Peril, toom Barrel, quit the Quarrel, or be fliaven, Rud Ratier, common Tratler, poor Pratler, out- flitten. Hell^fpark, fcabbed Clark, an thou bark, I fhall belt thee. Scad [ 31 J Scad Scald, over bald, foon fald, or melt thee. Loufie Lugs, leap Jugs, toom the Mugs on the Midden, Tanny Flank, Red-lhank, Pike-thank, I muft pay thee. Spew bleck, niddie Neck, come and beck at my Bidden. Falfe Loun, make the Boun^Mahown mon have thee. Rank Ruiter, fcurlie "Whiter, and Juiter, nane fower. Decreft, oppreft, poffeft with Pluto's Power, Capped Knave,proudSlave,ye raveayunrocked, Whiles flavrand, whiles ravand, whiles wavrand with Wine, Greedy gouked, poor plucked, ill inftrudled, ye's be knocked, Gley'd Gangrel, auld Mangrel, to the Hungrel and Sapine. Calumniator, Blafphemator, vile Creature untrue, Thy Cheiping and Peiping with Weeping thou fhalt rue. Mad Maunter, vain Vaunter, ay Haunter, in Slavery. Pudding-pricker, ban the Bicker, nane quicker in Knavery. Kaily Lips, kifs my Hips, into Grips, thou's be bind. Bail Brewar, Poifon Spewer, mony trouer has been pyn'd, Swine-keeper, Land-leeper,tir'd Sleeper, from the Druith. Lean [ 32 J Lean Limmer, fteal Grimmer, I fhall skimer i' thy Mouth. Fly'd fool, made Mule, die with Dool,on an Aik, Knave kend, Chrift fend, ill End, on thee now. Pudden Wright, out of Sight, thou's be dight, like a Draik. Jock-blunt, thrawn Frunt, kifs the C of the Cow, Purfe-peiler, Hen-ftealer, Cat-killer, now I quel thee, Rubiator, Fornicator by Nature, foul befal thee. Tyke-fticker, poifon'd Viccar, Pot-licker, I mon pay thee. Jock blunt, dead Runt, I fhall punt while I flay thee. Tyr'd Clatterer, Skin Batterer, and Flatterer of Friends. Wild widdered, mifordered, Confederal with Fiends. Blind Brock, loufie Dock, bor'd Block, banifh'd Towns. HoieThiefsFace,there'snaGrace,forthatGrunzie. Beld biffed, marmifled,Lanfprezed to thyLowns, Dead Dring, dry'd Sting, thou will hing, but a Sunzie. Lick Butter, Throat-cutter, Fifh-gutter, fill the Fetters, Come bleitand and greitand, fall citand thy lad- ly Letters. The [ 33 ] The VIII. following POEMS were writ by Sir Robert Aytoun, Secretary to Anne and Mary Queens of Great- Britain. L On Diophantus and Charidora. 'Wf HEN Diophantus knew The Deftinies Decreet, How he was forced to forgoe His Dear and only Sweet, Ov'rvaulted with the Vail Of Beam reheating Trees ; And gaftly gazing on the Ground, Even Death ftroke in his Eyes : Oft preffed he to fpeak. But whyll he did eflay The agonizing Dreads of Death His wreftling Voice did ftay. At laft, as one that ftrives Againft both Woe and Shame, Dear Charidora^ ah ! he cryes. My High-adored Dame ; Firft I atteft thy Name, And then the Gods above, But Chief of thofe, the Boy that bears The ftately Styll of Love. Part III. E Let [ 34 ] Let thofe record with me What was my conftant Part ; And if I did not honour thee With an well hallowed Heart : I facrific'd to thee My fecret chaft Defires, Upon the Beauties Altar burnt With never quenching Fires : Thou was that Idol ftill, Whofe Image I adored, The Saint to whom I made my Vows, Whofe Pitties I implored; The Star that fav'd my Ship From Tempeft of Defpair, When the Horizon of my Hope Ov'rclouded was with Care : Thou was the fovereign Balm, That fweet Catholicon^ Which cured me of all my Cares, When I did grieve and groan ; Tho' now fuch ftrange Events Are interveen'd fincefyne, As I dare not avow to fay. Or think that thou art mine ; Which makes me thus infert In thofe my forrowing Songs, The Hiftory of my Mifliap, My Miferies and Wrongs ; Not that I can accufe My Charidora ; no : I only execrate the Fates, Chief [ 35 ] Chief Workers of my Woe. Should fhe whom I have lov'd So many loathfome Years, For whom my dear diflilling Eyes Has fhed fuch Streams of Tears ; Should fhe, I fay, be made A Prey to fuch an one. Who for her fake yet never gave Not one untymely Groan : No furely, furely no ; The Fates may do me wrong, And make her by their bad Decreet To whom they pleafe belong : Yet I dare boldly fay. And perad venture vant, That fhe is mine by Lot of Love, Tho' Luck in Love I want ; And tho' my Horofcope Envy my Worldly Things, Yet unto Love it gave me Leave For to compair with Kings. And if I knew the Vyer Under the Starry Sky, That durft avow to love my Dame More faithfully than I, I fhould tear out this Heart That entertains my Breath, And call it down before her Feet, > To dy a fhameful Death. But fmce both Time and fhe Have try'd me to be true, E 2 And [.36 ] . And found fuch Faithfulnefs in me As (hall be found in few ; I reft fecure in this, And cares not who pretend The moe perfues, the more my Pairt Proves perfeft to the End : And others faithlefs Faiths In Ballance weigh'd with mine, Shall make my Faith for to triumph And as the Sun to fliine. There fliall no Change of Things, Of Time, of Soyl, nor Air, Inforce me to forgoe the Vows Made to my faireft Fair, Which here I do renew In folemn Form again ; To witnefs, as I did begin. So fhall I ftill remain. I fwear by thofe two Eyes, My only deareft Dear, And by the Stygian Stanks of Hell, Whereby the Gods did fwear ; That thou art only flie Whofe Countenance I crave. And fhall be both in Life and Death Thy beft afFe(fled Slave : That there fhall no Deceits Of lovely laughing Eyen, No fugard Sound of Syren Songs, With far fetch'd Sighs between, Deface out of my Mind What . [ .37 ] What Love did (o ingrave. Thy Words, thy Looks, and fuch Things elfe, As none but Angels have. And this which here I fwear And folemnly proteft, Thofe Trees, which only prefent are. Shall witnefs and atteft. But chiefly above all This holy Shade and Green, On which the Cyphers of our Names Charadler'd fhall be feen. O happy, happy Tree, Into whofe tender Rynd The Trophies of our Love fhall live Eternally infhryn'd ; Which fhall have Force to make Thy Memory remain, Sequeftrate from the baftard Sort Of Trees which are prophane. And when with carelefs Looks The refl ov'rpaft fhall be. Then thou fhall be ador'd and kill For Charidord% Tree. And peradventure too. For Diophantus fake. Some civil Perfon that comes by Shall Homage to thee make. Thus bleft fhall thou remain, While I unhappy prove. And doubtful where I fhall be bleft. When I fhall leave my Love. Indeed [ 38 ] Indeed all is in doubt ; But thus I muft depart, The Body muft a Pilgrim be, And fhe retain the Heart. The Thoughts of which Exile, And dolorous Divorce, Works Sorrow, Sorrow doth from me Thofe fad Complaints inforce : For while I was refolv'd To fmoother up my Grief, Becaufe it might but move in Men More Marvel than Belief The never ceafing Frowns of male-encountrous Fates Extorted thofe abortive Births Of importune Regretes, To witnefs to the World That my Mifhaps are fuch. As tho' I mourn like one half mad, I cannot mourn too much ; For if of all Mifliaps This be the Firft of all. To have been highly happy once. And from that Heighth to fall, I'm fure I may well fay. That Diophantus Name Is the Synonyme of Mifhaps, Or elie exceed the fame. Or if there be no Hell But out of Heav'n to be, Confider what her Want ftiould work, Whofe [ 39 1 Whofe Sight was fuch to me. I think all thefe that fpeak Of Sorrow, fhould think fhame, When Diophantus fhall be heard, Or Charidord^ Name ; Her Worth was without Spot, His Truth was unreprov'd : The one deferv'd at leaft to live. The other to be lov'd. Yet hath the dev'Iifh Doom Of Deftinies ordain'd. That he fhould lofs both Life and Love, And fhe a faithful Friend. Wherefore all you that hears Thofe am'rous tragick Plays, Beftow on him a World of Plaints, On her a World of Praife. II. On Love. npHere is no worldly Pleafure here below, -*■ Which by Experience doth not Folly prove ; But amongft all the Follies that I know. The fweeteft Folly in the World is Love : But not that Paflion which with Fools Confent Above the Reafon bears imperious Sway, Making their Lifetime a perpetual Lent, As if a Man were born to faft and pray. No, that is not the Humour I approve. As . J 40 ] As either yielding Pleafure or Promotion : I like a mild and lukewarm Zeal in Love, Altho' I do not like it in Devotion ; For it has no Coherence w^ith my Creed, To think that Lovers die as they pretend : If all that, fay they, dy, had dy'd indeed. Sure long e're now the World had had an End. Belides, we need not love but if we pleafe ; No Deftiny can force Men's Difpofition, And how can any die of that Difeafe, Whereof himfelf may be his own Phyfician: But fome feems fo diftradled of their Wits, That I would think it but a Venial Sin To take fome of thofe Innocents that fits In Bedlam out, and put fome Lovers in ; Yet fome Men rather than incur the Slander Of true Apoftates, will falfe Martyrs prove. But I am neither Iphis nor Leander^ I'll neither drown nor hang my felf for Love : Methinks a wife Man's Actions fhould be fuch, As always yields to Reafon's beft Advice. Now for to love too little or too much, ArebothExtreams,and all Extreams are Vice; Yet have I been a Lover by Report, Yea I have dy'd for Love, as others do : But prais'd be God, it was in fuch a fort. That I reviv'd within an Hour or two. Thus have I liv'd, thus have I lov'd till now, And find no Reafon to repent me yet ; And whofoever otherways will do, His Courage is as little as his Wit. III. On [ 41 ] III. On Mrs. Margaret Lefly,Z^^Ma- derty. "D Eligious Relidls of that ruinous Place, -^ *■ Which fometimes gloried in the Glore of Saints, Now hath no Glore but one, whereof it vaunts That no Saints Beauty makes it Heav*n of G race In Balmie Fields which fairds her flowry Face With fweet Perfumes of Corns, of Trees, of Plants ; While Neptune fwells with Pride, where there he haunts. And longs for Joy fuch Beauty to embrace : Bear me Record, that while I pafled by, I did my dutious Homage to your Dame ; How thrice I figh'd, thrice on her Name did cry. Thrice kill the Ground for honour of the fame. Then left thofe Lines, to tell her, on a Tree, That Ihe made Them to live, and Me to dy. IV. On a JVomans Inconjlancyy and the Anjwer. T Lov'd thee once, I'll love no more, -'■ Thine be the Grief, as is the Blame; Thou art not what thou waft before, What Reafon I fhould be the fame? Part III. F He [ 42 ] He that can love unlov'd again, Hath better Store of Love than Brain. God fend me Love my Debts to pay, While Unthrifts fools their Love away. Nothing could have my Love o'erthrown, If thou had ftill continued mine ; Yea, if thou had remain'd thy own, I might perchance have yet been thine. But thou thy Freedom did recal. That if thou might elfewhere inthral ; And then how could I but difdain A Captive's Captive to remain. When new Defires had conquer'd thee, And chang'd the Objedl of thy Will, It had been Lethargy in me, No Conftancy, to love thee ftill : Yea it had been a Sin to go And proftitute Affedlion fo. Since we are taught no Pray'rs to fay To fuch as muft to others pray. Yet do thou glory in thy Choice, Thy Choice of his good Fortune boaft : I'll neither grieve, nor yet rejoice, To fee him gain what I have loft : The height of my Difdain fhall be To laugh at Him, to blufh for Thee, To love thee ftill, but go no more A begging at a Beggar's Door. Tht [ 43 ] The Anfwer, by the Author, at the Kings Majejiys Command. * I ^Hou that lov'd once, now loves no more, "*■ For fear to fhow more Love than Brain; With Herefy, unhatch'd before, Apoftacy thou doft maintain. Can he have either Brain or Love, That doth Inconftancy approve ? A Choice well made no Change admits. All Changes argues After-wits. Say that fhe had not been the fame, Should thou therefore another be ? What thou in her as Vice did blame, Can thou take Vertue's Name in thee ? No, thou in this her Captive was, And made thee ready by her Glafs ; Example led Revenge aftray, When true Love fhould have kept the Way. True Love has no refledling End, The Objedl good fet it at reft. And Noble Breafts will freely lend Without expedling Intereft. 'Tis Merchants Love, 'tis Trade for Gain, To barter Love for Love again : 'Tis Ufury, yea worfe than this. For Self-idolatry it is. Then let her Choice be what it will. Let Conftancy be thy Revenge ; Fa If [ 44 J If thou retribute Good for 111, Both Grief and Shame fhall check her Change, Thus may 'ft thou laugh when thou fhall fee Remorfe reclaim her home to thee ; And where thou beg'ft of her before, She now fits begging at thy Door. V. On King James the VI. npHe old Records of analized Fame ■*■ Confirms this Wonder with the World's AfTent, That once that Ifle which Delos heght by Name, In Neptune's, Bofom like a Pilgrim went. After when great Apollo was content To grace it with the Blifs of his Birth-day; Then thofe inconftant Motions did relent. And it began to ftand and ftay, Delos when I admire thy Hape,I needs muft fay. In thisour-^/5io«none may with theecompare: Before our Phcebus Birth we were a Prey To civil Motions, toffed here and there ; But fmce our Birth-Star did o'erfhine our State, We ftand fecure redeem'd from all Debate. VI. To Q/teenAnnQ^on a New-years Day 1604. MADAM, WHo knows your Greatnefs, cannot but with Fear Draw [ 45 ] Draw near your Altar, to make OfFrings there; But whofo knows your Goodnefs, may make bold, And with a Mite as with a Mine of Gold, As confidently facrifice to you : And this is it that muft plead Pardon now. Both for the poornefe of my Gifts and Lines. Princes are Gods, Gods laugh to fee their Shrines Adorn'd with any Gift but of that kind, That Beggars may as well as Crafus find : They know how Worldlings perfonate their Parts, And mask with Gold Prefents of Leaden Hearts. They know how Gifts at Court are but a Train To fteal from great ones twice as good again. Now I have no fuch End ; my poor Oblation At this aufpicious Time of Salutation, Had it a Tongue, this only would it fay, Heav'nsheapuponyoumanya New- Year's Day. VII. OnFrincelienry'sDeaf^, To Prince Charles. A Dmired Phoenix, fpringing up apace -^^ From the Aflies of another Phoenix Bones, Which too too courteous yielded thee his Place, Left Earth were burden'd with two Birds at once Of that rare kind which love to live alone, Whofe only Effence is to be but one. VIII. On [ 46 ] VIII.6'/)o«5irWilliamAlexander'jil/o- narch'ical Tragedies. T T 7E11 may the Programe of thy tragick Stage ^ ^ Invite thy curious Pomp expelling Eyes, To gaze on prefent Shows of paffed Age, Which juft Defert Monarchick dare baptize. Crowns thrown from Thrones to Tombs, de- thron'd arife, Tomatch thy MufewithaMonarchick Theme, That while her Sacred Soaring cuts the Skies, A vulgar Subjedl may not wrong the fame. And which gives moft of Lufter to thy Fame, The worthieft Monarch that the Sun can fee. Doth grace thy Labour with this glorious Name, And daigns Protedlor of thy Birth to be. This All-Monarchick-Patron Subjedl Stile, Makes thee theMonarch-tragickof this Ifle, The Country TVedding. "doe's Jock came to wooe our yennie On a Feaft Day when he was fow ; She busked her and made her bonnie When fhe heard Jock was come to wooe : She burnifh'd her baith Breaft and Brow, Made her as clear as any Clock. Then fpake our Dame, and faid, I trow You're come to wooe our Jennie, Jock! Ay [ 47 ] Ay Dame, fays he, for that I yern To lout my Head, and fit down by you : Then fpake our Dame, and faid, My Bairn Has Tocher of her awn to gi' you. Tee hee, quoth Jennie^ teet I fee you ; Minnie this Man makes but a Mock. Why fay ye fae, now leefe me o' you, I came to wooe you Jennie^ quoth Jock. My Bairn has Tocher of her awn. Although her Friends do nane her lend, A Stirk, a Staig, an Acre fawn, A Goofe, a Gryce, a clocking Hen, Twa Kits, a Cogue, a Kirn there ben, A Keam but and a keaming Stock, Of Diflies and Ladles nine or ten. Came ye to wooe our Jennie, Jock . To bear her Jilting, and maintain her Pride.) My batter'd Bark has reach'd the Port at laft, Nor fears again, the Billows it has paft : Ceafe your foft Oaths, and that ftill ready Shower, Thofe once dear Words have loft their wonted Power ; In vain you flatter, I am now no more That eafy Fool you found me heretofore ; Anger and Love a doubtful Fight maintain. Each ftrive by Turns myftagg'ring Heart to gain : But what can long againft Love's Power contend? My Love I fear will conquer in the End ; I'll [ 55 ] I'll do what e're I can to hate you ftill, And if I love, know 'tis againft my Will. As th'Oxfatigu'd, fhunsPloughmans Yoke to wear, Yet, fpite of him, the hated Load muft bear. So I, to Fury by her Lewdnefs rais'd. Did often think the madding Fit had ceas'd ; \ But artful Beauty foon that Storm appeas'd:J And, fpite of me, my felf I do enfnare, ForFalfe and Vicious is varnifh'dov'r with Fair. Both with her and without her I'm in pain, And rage to loofe what I fhould blufh to gain. Uncertain yet at what my Wifhes aim, Loath to abandon Love, or part with Fame. That Angel Form, ill fuits a Soul all Sin : Ah ! be lefs fair without, or more within. When thofe foft Smiles my yielding Powers in- vade. In vain I call her Vices to my Aid, Tho' now difdaining the Difguife of Art, In my Efteem her Condudl claims no Part: Her Face a natural Right has to my Heart No Crimes fo black are, to deform her Eyes, Thofe Clouds muft fcatter when thefe Suns fliall rife. Enough, fair Conquerour ! the Day's your own, See at your Feet Love'svanquifh't Rebel thrown By thofe dear Joys, Joys dear tho' they are paft. When in the kindeft Links of Love we held each other faft. BytheinjuredGodsyourfalfeOathsdidprophane, By all thofe Beauties that infpir'd Difdain. For- [ 56 ] Formula Lauream Candidatis dandi in CoUegio (i) Buterenfi. J^GO Authoritate folum. ■^ Quafundatores nojiri olim Don&runt Collegium nojlrum^ Te Jacobum Hay (2) Magtjlrum^ In art thus potabilibus, Et fcientiis bihibilibus ^ Creo conjiituo Ssf proclamo ; (Quia te non parum amo.) Potejlatem do tibique Compotandi bibendique Aa fumma pocula implendi Et haujli exhauriendi Cujufvis Jint capacitatis E rotundis aut quadratis. Injignum ut manu mittaris, Adornet caput hie galerus Quod tibi felix fit faujiumque Obnixe comprecor multumque. Do tibi demum calicem Impletum ut des fpecimen Ingenii tui huic Choro Aut ccetui quod facias oro. Terror (i) Apuhlick Change-houfe at the EnJ qfEnol'j-Gate,/o called from the Landlord Peter Butter, (z) A Servant of the E. ofE. . . , [ 57 ] Terror Bajanorum. npAke heed unto your Theme, -"■ Refponde (3) Peter Butter; Of blawn Drinks think Shame, You'll never get the Name, 'Till thrice ye bed the Gutter. E'er to my School ye go. By me ye muft be try'd; Whether you will or no. Drink all the Healths you know, And one more befide. Satis. Thefes Collegii Butterenfis, Anno 1699. I. 9/^ Ainft any Man of Senfe, ^-^ AJferimus ex paSio^ Upon his own Expenfe, Quod vere datur ens Potabile defaSlo. 1. Cog'tto (ergo fum) That Thirft doth us Harm, Sit ftill upon your Bum 'Till the Divet flop the Lum, Drink o'er the left Arm, Part III. H If (3) The f ore/aid Landlord. [ 58 ] 3- If you exped: Degrees, Drink off your Cup and fill ; We're not for what you pleafe, Our abfolute Decrees Admit of no Free-will. 4- Salubrius eft nil Zy ho illupulato. Drink thrice,then pafs your Skill, Concluding with a Gill, Sed prorfus epotato. 5- The Scepticks were but Fools, Who doubted of good Drink. When drunk within their Schools, The Carles were in Creels, And knew not what to think. 6. The longer we do fit, The more we hate all Quarrels, CLet none his Quarters flit) The more we do admit Of Vacuum in Barrels. 7- By Arguments moft found, Ex capite pergrav'i^ 'Tis evidently found That all the Earth runs round In fpite of Tycho Brahe. Probl. [ 59 ] Probl. Num Beer or Ale be fitter To fettle the Disjune Of thofe that have the Skitter, Nmn Ufquebea and Butter Be beft at Night or Noon. Alt. (4) Philip Praefes. Vindicise ad D. Alexandrum Crookjhanks , Patronum. I. "l\/rOft worthy Patron we, -^ Prafati Candidati^ With th'old School-Men agree. As we ftiall let you fee O Tite, Tute, Tati. 2. 'Twas Arijlotles Wifli, Who glamped at the Truth, And tipled like a Fifh, To drink well and to pifli, And not to die for Drouth. 3- The beft of our great Guns Refrefh'd himfelf when dry ; To wit John Scot of Duns^ Swept off fo many Ounce, And gave his Reafons why. H 2 Both (4) Another Servant of the 'S.. ofE. . . . an able Drinker. [ 6o ] 4- Both Cartes and Le Grand, Tho' they did break no Glafles, To tipple did not ftand .* So did Pope Hildebrand, As ev'ry Man confefles. Mef. George Buchanan, yea Et multi recentiores, At Ale and Ufquebea, Sat fometimes Night and Day, And told yus Regni Stories. 6. Since Cartes took his Glafs, And fo did Arijiotle, Let's call the College Lafs When thirfty, he's an Afs With's Friend will baulk a Bottle. 7-. Let Mahomet drink Wine, And Mercury drink Nedlar ; Set thou thy Foot to mine. We hold our Ale's as fine As (5) Oliver % Protedlor. Diploma (6) Georgii Dorward, Novam Caledoniam adeuntis. 'T^'O all and fundry who fhall fee this, -^ What e'er his Station or Degree is, We ('j) ABailie and Apothecary in Peterhead, a bon Compa.mon,not only for Cra.mbe,l>utalfo refers to his Father's keeping a Brenvary. (S)AyoungMan '« Germany. (i^)ADrink- ingQuaf,fo named in theCatalogiieoftheirBooks. ( i (>)A contro'verted Point betiuixt Mr.Vf . B. and Mr. J, G. betivixt 'whom there is a hot PlanetaryWar, [ 69 ] 12. Good Ale's the Chief of Food, And moves us for to reft. The Life lies in the Blood, All Governments are good, But Levelling the beft. Hoc bibe quod pojjis Ji tu vis v'tv ere Janus . The Tunnice-Court. npHe World's a Tunnice-Court, Man is the Ball -■■ Tofs'd againft the Wall ; High foaring Hopes and languifhing Defpairs The Rackets are; Contempt's the Cord with Strames of over and Like Claps of Thunder. (under, Bid all that build their Hopes in Tow'rs of Air, Since fall they muft, fee that their Fall be fair : Laft Night I look't up to Promotion's Sky, And there I fpy A Star whofe Greatnefs was with Glory mixt. But was not fixt ; For when the Pleides began to play, It fhrunk away. And taught our Stargazers to know, That Meteors be not Subftance, but a Show. From thence I went unto the Church to pray, 'Twas Holy-day ; Where t 7° J. , Where fromafar theHigh-Prieft sGhoft did cry, O come not nigh. Our Sanctuary's with Blood defil'd, And Truth exil'd : Bethel^ Bethamen^ Doeg hath trode down The High-Prieft's Mitre, and th' Imperial Crown, Affrighted with fuch horrid Shouts at laft. Mine Eyes I caft Up to Great Charleses Wain, and there I find That Boreas Wind Had blafted Atlas Hopes, and made him try Th' Uncertainty Of Humane Glory, who with flatt'ring Smiles At firft inebriates, and at laft beguiles. O ftrange ! our Spiders from their Bowels fpin A tiffny Gin, To catch a Gnat, whilft Man with anxious Care Contrives a Snare For his own Feet, whilft wretched he Strives to be free. He wills in vain, for who can fhun to fall. When Heav'ns writ Mene-tekel on the Wall.'' Farewell you phrantick Pleafures, get you gone. Let me alone ; I'll drink the Brook, and tafte the Honey-comb In Peace at home. Not ftriving to be great, but good, for lo The End doth fhow. That outward Guidings do not ferve to hide The rotten Ruins of an inward Side. The [ 7^ ] The KleEiion. COme loves a Woman for her Wit, ^^ Some Beauty does admire, Some loves a handfome Leg or Foot, Some upwards does afpire ; Some loves a Miftrefs nice and coy. Some Freedom does approve ; Some like their Perfons to enjoy, Some for Platonick Love. Some loves a Widow, fome a Maid, Some loves the Old, fome Young ; Some love until they be betray'd, Some till they be undone : Some love for Money, fome for Worth, Some love the Proud and High ; Some love for Fancy, fome for Birth, Some love, and knows not why. Some love the Little, Plump and Fat, Some love the Long and Small : Some loves for Kindnefs, and 'tis that Moves me beyond them all. Old-Long-Jyne, Firft Part. C Hould old Acquaintance be forgot, ^ And never thought upon, The Flames of Love extinguifhed, And freely paft and gone ? Is [ 7^ ] Is thy kind Heart now grown fo cold In that Loving Breaft of thine, That thou canft never once reflect: On Old-long-fyne ? Where are thy Proteftations, Thy Vows and Oaths, my Dear, Thou made to me, and I to thee. In Regifter yet clear ? Is Faith and Truth fo violate To the Immortal Gods Divine, That thou canft never once refledl On Old-long-fyne ? Is't Cupidh Fears, or frofty Cares, That makes thy Sp'rits decay ? Or is't fome Objedl of more Worth, That's ftoll'n thy Heart away ? Or fome Defert, makes thee negledl Him, fo much once was thine, That thou canft never once refledl On Old-long-fyne ? Is't Worldly Cares fo defperate. That makes thee to defpair ? Is't that makes thee exafperate. And makes thee to forbear ? If thou of that were free as I, Thou furely fhould be Mine : If this were true, we ftiould renew Kind Old-long-fyne; But t 73 ] But lince that nothing can prevail, And all Hope is in vain, From thefe rejedled Eyes of mine Still Showers of Tears fhall rain : And though thou haft me now forgot. Yet I'll continue Thine, And ne'er forget for to refled On Old-long-fyne. If e'er I have a Houfe, my Dear, That truly is call'd mine, And can afford but Country Cheer, Or ought that's good therein ; Tho' thou were Rebel to the King, And beat with Wind and Rain, Aflure thy felf of Welcome Love, For Old-long-fyne. Second Part. "IVyrY Soul is ravifh'd with Delight When you I think upon ; All Griefs and Sorrows take the Flight, And haftily are gone ; The fair Refemblance of your Face So fills this Breaft of mine. No Fate nor Force can it difplace. For Old-long-fyne. Part III. K Since [ 74 J Since Thoughts of you doth banifli Grief, When I'm from you removed ; And if in them I find Relief, When with fad Cares I'm moved, How doth your Prefence me afFecft With Ecftafies Divine, Efpecially when I refle6l On Old-long-fyne. Since thou has rob'd me of my Heart By thofe refiftlefs Powers, Which Madam Nature doth impart To thofe fair Eyes of yours ; With Honour it doth not confift To hold a Slave in Pyne, Pray let your Rigour then defift. For Old-long-fyne. 'Tis not my Freedom I do crave By deprecating Pains ; Sure Liberty he would not have Who glories in his Chains : But this I wifli, the Gods would move That Noble Soul of thine To Pity, fmce thou cannot love For Old-long-fyne. T^he Indifferent Lover. 'HpIS not your Beauty nor your Wit, -^ Which did my Heart obtain, Nor [ 75 J No, thofe could ever conquer yet Either my Breafl or Brain ; For if ye prove not kind to me, And true as heretofore. Your Slave I'll henceforth fcorn to be. Or dote upon you more. When that I ftrive your Heart to move. The further ye refufe. Intending to increafe my Love, My Patience ye abufe : Shall I go render Love for Hate, Still ferve you at Command, Or be induc'd for to intreat For Pity at your Hand ? Whilfl you make Nice for to afford me Either Look or Smile, Or grant me one obliging Word, My Sorrows to beguile ; Think not my Fancy t' overcome By proving thus unkind. No fmoothing Smile, nor fhining Frown Can fatisfy my Mind. I know the Secrets of your Sex Moft perfe6lly e're now, When Maidenheads are laid at Stakes, What Women oft can do. No, let Platonicks play thofe Pranks, Such Folly I deride, K2 For [ .76 ] For Love at leaft I will have Thanks, And fomewhat elfe befide. Then be ingenuous with me, As I fliall be with you ; Let all Adlions be as free As Vertue will allow : If ye intend to love me ftill, Then do it but Conftraint ; And if that Time hath chang'd your Mind, But tell me, I'm content. I mind to love, but not to dote, I love for Love again ; And when I know you love me not, I'll laugh at your Difdain : If ye prove loving, I'll prove kind. If true, you'll conftant be ; If Fortune chance to change your Mind, I'll change as foon as ye. Since our AfFedlions then ye know In eqtial Terms does ftand, 'Tis in your Power to Love or no. Mine's likewife in my Hand ; Difpenfe with your Aufterity, Inconftancy abhore, Or, by Great Cupid\ Deity, I'll never love thee more. The [ 77 ] The Conjlant Lover. *~PHE Adamant doth draw indeed Iron, a Thing moft heavy, But thou doth draw both Fleih and Blood, All who thee fees would have thee ; When thou does touch, they ftraight muft yield, Tho' they were never fo Witty : To fave thy Dart, there is no Art, I never rue I lov'd Thee. Thy Body and thy Mind's compleat. Nature ne'er framed better ; Thy Adlions all are fo difcreet. The World remains thy Debtor. The Mold is loft that did thee caft. So much more is the Pitie : 'Tis be my Song both firft and laft, I never rue I lov'd thee. Tho' thou ftiould ever prove unkind. And never fhow me Favour, Yet ftill thou has my Heart confin'd, My Fancy cannot waver ; The Starry Heavens I do atteft, The Firmament above me : Then would I have my Mind at reft. If thou would fay thou lov'd me. The I [ 78 ] The Carelejs Lover. Scorn the State of that Lover's Condition, Who pines for her that regards not his Pain : I fcorn the State of that foolish Ambition, That fondly requits true Love with Difdain ; I love them that loves me, my Humour is fuch, And thofe that do hate me, I hate them as much. Thus I am refolv'd, however it go. And care not whether I get her or no. What if another her Favour inherit. Which only by Right is due unto me ; Or if I reap the Fruit of another Man's Merit, Shall that make me gladder or fadder to be? Shall I figh when I'm forc'd, or laugh when I'm lov'd ? Shall I chid when fhe is angry, or mourn when fhe's mov'd ? Shall I break my Heart, being forfaken fo ? No, not a whit care I whether I get her or no. More fickle than Fortune, more light than the Wind, More britle than Water her Sex doth remain ; Her Tempefts are turn'd Calms now we do find, And oft-times her Sun-fhine doth fall into Rain. Thus look we or lack we, a loofe Grip we have; What comes with the Wind, muft go with the Wave : I'll bear my Sails equal, howe'er the Wind blow. And cares not by whether I get her or no. Lady [ 79 J Lady Anne Bothwel'j Balow. ID Alow my Boy, ly ftill and fleep, "^ It grieves me fore to hear thee weep ; If thou'll be filent, I'll be glad, Thy Mourning makes my Heart full fad : Balow my Boy, thy Mother's Joy, Thy Father's bred me great Annoy, Baloiv, &c. Balow my Darling, fleep a while, And when thou wakes, then fweetly fmile, But fmile not as thy Father did. To cozen Maids, nay, God forbid ; But in thy Face his Looks I read. Who overthrew my Maidenhead. Baloiv, &c. I was too credulous at the firft To grant thee that a Maiden durft ; And in thy Bravery thou did'fl vaunt, That I no Maintenance fhould want : Thou fwear thou lov'd, thy Mind is moved, Which fmce no otherwife has proved. Balow, &c. When he began to court my Love, And with his fugar'd Words to move. His tempting Face and flattering Chear In time to me did not appear ; But [ 8o ] But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his Babe nor me. Baloiv, &c. I wifh I were a Maid again, From young Men's Flatt'ry I would refrain ; For now unto my Grief I find, They are all faithlefs and unkind. Their tempting Charms, which bred my Harms, Witnefs my Babe lyes in my Arms, Baloiv, &c. I take my Fate from beft to worfe. That I muft needs now be a Nurfe, And lull my young Son in my Lap ; From me, fweet Orphan, take the Pap : Balow my Boy, thy Mother mild Shall fing, as from all Blifs exil'd. Balow, &c. Balow my Child, weep not for me, Whofe greateft Grief's for wronging thee ; Nor pity her deferved Smart, Who can blame none but her kind Heart, For too foon trufliing, lateft find, That faireft Tongues have falfefi: Minds. Balow, &c. Balow my Boy, thy Father's dead. When he the thriftlefs Son has play'd ; Of Vows and Oaths forgetful, he Pre- [ 8i ] Preferr'd the Wars to thee and me : But now, perhaps, thy Curfe and mine, Makes him eat Acorns with the Swine. Balow^ &c. Farewell, farewell, thou falfeft Youth, That ever kifs'd a Woman's Mouth ; Let never any after me Submit unto thy Courtefy ; For if fhe do, O ! cruel thou Will her abufe, and care not how. Balow, &c. I wifh I were into that Bounds Where he lies fmother'd in his Wounds, Repeating, as he pants for Air, My Name, whom once he call'd his Fair : No Woman is fo fiercely fet. But they'll forgive, tho' not forget. Balow, &c. Now Peace, my Comfort, curfe not him. Who now in Seas of Grief doth fwim, Perhaps at Death, yea who can tell. Whether the Judge of Heaven and Hell, By fome predeftinate daftard Lad, Revenging me, hath ftruck him dead. Balow^ &c. If Linnen lacks for my Love's fake. Then quickly to him would I make Part III. L My [ 82 ] My Smock, once for his Body meet, And wrap him in that Winding-fheet : Ay me, how happy had I been. If he had ne'er been wrapt therein ! Balow^ &c. Balow my Boy, for this I fee, That all this Wailing is for thee ; Thy Griefs are growing to a Sum, God grant thee Patience when they come, Born to bewail thy Mother's Shame ; A happlefs Fate, a Baftard's Name ! Balow. &c. ^ D'lJJwafive from JVomen. /^Ome away, do not purfue ^-^ A Shadow that will follow you, Women lighter than a Feather, Got and loft, and all together : Such a Creature may be thought Void of Reafon, a Thing of Nought. Come away, let not thine Eyes Gaze upon their Vanities ; Nor thy better Genius dwell Upon a Subject known fo well ; For whofe Folly at the firft Man and Beaft became accurs'd. Come [ 83 ] Come away, thou canft not find One of all that's fair and kind : Brighter be fhe than the Day, Sweeter than a Morn in Maj^ Yet her Heart and Tongue agrees As we and the Antipodes. Gome away, or if thou muft, Stay a while, yet do not truft To her Sighs, nor what fhe fwears ; Say fhe weeps, fufpedl her Tears: Though fhe feem to melt with Paflion, 'Tis old Deceit but in new Fafhion. Come away, admit, there be A Natural NecefTity ; Do not make thy felf a Slave For that which fhe defires to have. What fhe will, or do, or fay, Is meant the clean contrary Way. Come away, or if to part. Soon from her affedls thy Heart ; Follow on thy Sports and fmile. Laugh and kifs and play a while ; Yet as thou loves me, truft her not, Left thou become I know not what. An Anjwer. OTay, O ftay, and flill purfue, ^ Bid not fuch Happinefs Adieu. L 2 Know'ft [ 84 ] _ Know'ft thou what a "Woman is ? An Image of Celeftial Blifs : Such a one is thought to be The neareft to Divinity. Stay, O ftay, how can thy Eye Feed on more Felicity ? Or thy better Genius dwell On Subje6ls that do thus excel ? Had it not been for her at firft, Man and Beaft had liv'd accurs'd. Stay, O ftay, has there not been Of Beauty and of Love a Queen ! Does not Goodnefs term a She Worthy its only Shrine to be ? And where will Vertue choofe to ly, If not in fuch a Treafury ? Stay, O ftay, would'ft thou live free. Then feek a Nuptial Deftiny ; 'Tis not Nature's Blifs alone. She gives but Heav'ns, and that in one. What £he will, or do, or fay, Never from Truth fhall go aftray. Stay, O ftay, let not thine Heart Afflidied be, unlefs to part Soon from her Sport, kifs and play, Whilft no Hours enrich the Day ; And if thou doft a Cuckold prove, Impute it to thy want of Love, Elegy [ 85 ] Elegy on the Death of a Mijirefs. DEar Soul farewell, thou, now with Glory- crown 'd. Beholds me here into Afflidlion drown'd ; Thy Vertue's fad Admirer I remain, Misfortune's Obje6l, and the World's Difdain : I know not but the Excefs of my Care Might reach the furtheft Limit of Defpair, Did not Religion didlate to my Senfe, (mence That Heavenly Powers ftiall once again com- My Happinefs by Death, in viewing thee. My Wifhes Objedl, next the Deity. I would, if Sorrow could allay my Cares, Pour forth my Heart, and fpend my Soul in Tears; My Blood fhould ferve to animate my Guile, To trace my Thoughts, and to exprefs my Will, And Duty both ; but when I mean to fpeak. My Soul it fainteth, and my Heart doth break, Oppreft with Grief to find it felf depriVd Of thee, its Joy, for whom it only liv'd : If Vertue, Wit, or Beauty could prevent, (Yea Piety join'd, to a chaft Intent) This fudden Change, thou might have liv'd entire Till Heav'n and Earthhad been confum'd by Fire ; Or had the Fates deferr'd thy lateft Breath, Till fraught with Years, unto the Stroke of Death, I had lamented less ; but thus to fee Thee Step, fo foon, into Eternity ! Whom I fo dearly lov'd ! Great is my Loss, Great [ 86 j Great, yea the greateft of all Human Crofs. The more I live, the more I fhall regret My fad Misfortune, but communicate My Thoughts to none, fave to the Heav'ns & thee, 'Till God be pleas'd to end my Miferie. Then all you Follies of the prefent Age, Farewell fond World, no further I'll engage My Truft to thee ; and farewell Fortune too, I know the utmost that thy Rage may do : Thy higheft Favours half oblige at beft. But oft thy frowns can never be redrefs'd. Let others fear a Change of their Eftate, I'll live fecure now from the Frowns of Fate : The worft is paft, and in thy Death I find The greateft Grief of an afflidled mind. No fecond Sorrow can produce in me So deep a Senfe as this Calamity; For lofmg thee, in whom I wifh'd to live, I have loft more than all the world can give, Or Death it felf hereafter take away, Ev'n from the prefent to the Judgment-Day. None will my juft Refentment count a Crime, Since Youth, nor Age, nor all confuming Time, Can breed Oblivion of thy high Defert, Within the Compafs of my bleeding Heart. Thou being gone, in whom I liv'd content, The World to me fhall prove indifferent ; And when that Time fhall happily portend, By fure Prefage, my near approaching End ; How gladly then fhall I my Soul refign, To be conjoin'd eternally with thine In . [ ^7 J In Happinefs within the higheft Heaven, Where unto thee a Crown's already given, That fo in Glory there thou may'ft excel, As here in Good. Then once again, farewell. Dear Sovd, the Objedl of my faithful Love, Whilft here on Earth, fo now in Heav'n above ! On the Lady Caft n, TTTHen Aurelta firft I courted, ' ^ She had Youth and Beauty too, Killing Pleafures when fhe fported, All her Charms were ever new. Subtil Time hath now deceiv'd her. Which her Glories did uphold ; All her Arts can ne'er reprive her, Poor Aurel'ia is growing old. Thofe airy Spirits, which invited. Are retir'd, and move no more ; And thofe Eyes are now benighted, Which were Comets heretofore. Want of thofe abate her Merits, Yet I've Paflion for her Name : Only kind and am'rous Spirits Kindle and maintain a Flame. /// [ 88 ] In Praije of Women, by Montrofe. TTTHEN Heav'ns great Jove had made the ^ ^ World's round Frame, Earth, Water, Air, and Fire; above the fame, The ruling Orbs, the Planets, Spheres, and all The lefler Creatures, in the Earth's vaft Ball : But, as a curious Alchimift, ftill draws From grofler Mettals finer, and from thofe Extradls another, and from that again Another that doth far excel the fame. So fram'd he Man of Elements combin'd, T' excel that Subftance where he was refin'd : But that poor Creature, drawn from his Breaft Excelleth him, as he excell'd the refl : Or as a ftubborn Stalk, whereon there grows A dainty Lilly or a flagrant Rofe ; The Stalk may boafl, and fet its Vertues forth. But take away the Flow'r, where is its Worth ? But yet, fair Ladies, you muft know Howbeit I do adore you fo : Reciprocal your Flames muft prove, Or my Ambition fcorns to love : A Noble Soul doth ftill abhore To ftrike, but where its Conquerour ? On Black Eyes, by my Lord Gordon. T> Lefs me, how ftrange a Light appears ! -'-' Shrewded within thofe Jettifti Spheres, Where . [ 89 J Where no Viciflitude is known ; But Day ftill bears Dominion : Dark Circles, which about them run, Are but Uke Shadows to the Sun, Which curious Nature only meant Not in Defedl but Ornament. j1 Lover s Lamentation. TT'ING Priamus had no more Pain -*^ With Echo^ with Echo, When he believ'd Thisbe was flain, With many weary Woe's me ! With no lefs Sorrow I remain, Thy Abfence doth fo grieve me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. What Abfence doth procure more Woe, With Echo, with Echo, When Lovers doth from others go With many a weary Woe's me ! Alas that I fhould part from thee. Thy Parting doth fo grieve me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. What greater Torments can ye have, With Echo, with Echo, Part III. M Nor [ 90 ] Nor want the Prefence that ye crave, With many a weary Woe's me ! if I were into my Grave, Where no Man would reprove me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. Queen Dido did no more lament With Echo^ with Echo, When fair JEneas from her went With many weary Woe's me ! No Earthly Joy can me content. Of Reft thou doth bereave me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. When I am off the Country gone, With Echo, with Echo, What can I do but figh and groan With many weary Woe's me ! Believe me well I muft depart, Thy Abfence doth fo grieve me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. When I am gone out of thy Sight, With Echo, with Echo, 1 muft bewail the longfome Night, With many weary Woe's me ! For all the Night my Bird fo bright, Of Reft thou doth bereave me. Ten .[ 9^] Ten Thoufand Times Adieu, my Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. Inconjlancy reproved. T Do confefs thou'rt fmooth and fair, ■^ And I might have gone near to love thee. Had' I not found, the flighteft Prayer That Lips could fpeak, had Power to move thee ; But I can let thee now alone. As worthy to be lov'd by none. I do confefs thou'rt fweet, yet find Thee fuch an Unthrift of thy Sweets, Thy Favours are but like the Wind, That kifleth every Thing it meets ; And fince thou canft love more than one, Thou'rt worthy to be lov'd by none. The Morning Rofe that untouch'd ftands, Arm'd with her Briars, how fweetly fmells. But pluckt, and ftrain'd through ruder Hands, Her Sweets no longer with her dwells. But Scent and Beauty both are gone. And Leaves fall from it one by one. Such Fate e're long will thee betide. When thou haft handled been a while. Like fair Flowers to be thrown afide. And you fhall figh when I fhall fmile, M 2 To [ 92 j To fee thy Love to every one Hath brought thee to be lov'd be none. On the Death o/'John Earl o/'Errol. C^ Reat and Illuftrious ! what Tongues of Men ^^ Or bolder Pen, Dare draw the lively Pidlure of thy Fame, Or fing thy Obfequles In duller Lays, Than thofe did flow from the great HomerhBsijs, The Divine Vertues of thy Soul blafpheme ? Too fcantie I To aim fo high, As the vaft Empire of the God of Verfe, Mufl be content My humbler Thought to vent, (Herfe. And drop my fpeaking Tears upon thy glorious II. STANZA. Thou was not for this wretched Age defign'd ; But Heaven was kind, So to divide thy Days, as Earth might fhare A Half, fince fuch a Man on Earth was rare, Whofe Feet flood fixed on a Square In Peace and War. No Blaft could fhake the Firmnefs of thy Mind, No melting Courtier or infulting Prince, E'er by Perfwafion could prevail Or Threat aflail The [ 93 J The well built Fortrefs of thy Innocence ; For ftill thy Juftice was its own Defence, And Loyalty Thy fecond Deity, Which through the Condud: of thy Life with Luftre fhin'd. III. STANZA. No Clouds could marr thy Courfe, thy fixed Soul Was both the Artick and Antartick Poll, The Pilot of thy Judgment fteer'd ftill right In darkeft Night ; No Broils or Wars 'Mongft little Stars, Could darken or eclipfe thy piercing Sight, No fudden Blacknefs of the Horizon Could caft thee down, (frown: Nor no Conjundlion of the Planets make thee But knew Light would at laft appear With all the Glories of the Hemifphere ; And well thou knew, and well thou faw how far A Meteor difFer'd from a fixed Star. IV. STANZA. To fum up all thy Goodnefs were a Theme Too large ; a Dream, A common Text, unworthy of thy great illu- ftrious Name, Although each one were drawn at large in thee, Yet I'll contrive them in Epitomie. The fplendid Glories of thy ancient Race, What [ 94 ] What can deface, Till there's an End of Nature, Time and Space? The Moral Vertues of thy Noble Mind, With Grace enthron'd, in folemn Council join'd. At once t'aftonifh and attradl Mankind, The Paffions were fo feated in thy Breaft, That each pofleft A quiet Reft, Calm as the foft Enjoyment of the Bleft : Nor did the outward Beauties of thy Face Want their due Place In that well order'd Symetrie Of the wife Builder's Architedlurie, Which temp'red it 'twixt Mildnefs,Majefty and Grace. V. STANZA. And now farewell, bleft Shade, immortal Ghoft, While we are tofs'd. Thy welcome Soul is landed on the Coaft ; All that a Mufe unglorify'd can do. Is to purfue Thy Paths, fo far as we cankeep thee in our View. But now a Blaze of Glory fliining bright. With uncreated Light, Dazles our Eyes, and takes thee from our Sight, Which flam'd about thy Sacred Duft ; Such is the Retribution of the Juft. And now the Shadows of the Grave do fly. And Death is fwallow'd up in Vi6lory : The Sacred Incenfe of thy Name Shall in a Lambeck Flame Afpire I 95 X Afpire, and like a Conftellation fhine, With Rays Divine, In the eternal World, and Hemifphere fublime. On the Death of Sir C. . . M . . . land. TTTHat melancholy Rumour's this I hear, ^ ' That fills my Soul with Grief, and grates mine Ear ? The killing Sound ftill nearer does approach. And does all Hearts with Grief & Sorrow touch. Ah! fatal Sound ! But thou can'ft not be fled : The Sweet, the Young, mild MetellaNus Dead! Too true : He's gone, gone like a new fprung Rofe, Whofe opening Leaves does fragrant Sweets dif- clofe, Torn from the Stalk by an untimely Blaft, And all the fcattered Leaves 'mong Weeds are caft; Ah ! why fhould Goodnefs make fo fhort a Stay? Why was he only fhown, and fnatch'd away. What e're ripe Virgins wifh for, or defire. When they're inflam'd with Love and Hymen s Fire, And in their Fancies ftudied Beauties wed, Was all in Him, could all in him be had ; Sprightly and cheerful, and had every Grace That could adorn a Body or a Face. His [ 96 j His Head well ballanc'd, and a generous Mind,^ To no bafe, mean, ignoble Thing inclin'd, >• And He, likeHeaven,to all was juft and kind.) In's Converfation there was clearly writ The adlive Vigour of his Youthful Wit ; But not like thofe who wittily offend Heaven, or Religion, or their deareft Friend. Nona's Fame he hurt, gave no chaft Ear Offence, Still true to Friendfhip, Modefly and Senfe. The boyling Paffions never did moleft The calmer Region of his gentle Breaft : That all was calm within we clearly knew, By's courteous Smiles and his unclouded Brow: His Mind did with fuch ferene Calmnefs move, As did refemble the great Mind above. But's Merits are too noble and refin'd, For the grofs Senfes of a vulgar Mind ; And had Fate mean't to have his Vertues told. She would have let him live till he'd been Old. Fair were our Hopes, that he would foon afpire To the Noble Virtues of his worthy Sire. When Man is young, too weak to fly away. Bold Vice purfues him like fome Bird of Prey; But when once wing'd with Vertue and more Years, He foars above her Reach, and fhe retires ; So he to this high Pitch was foaring faft ; Vaft were our Hopes! but ah how quickly dafht! His Faults might all be on his Forehead wore, And the wide World be his Confeffor : He'd .[ 97 ] He'd Faults, but juft enough to let us fee That Heaven is true ; that all Men Sinners be: Youth pleads Excufe, and leflens a Trefpafs. How little Poyfon cracks a Cryftal Glafs ! On the Death of Sir John the Grame. TT Ere lies Sir ^oZ'wtheGrflwzfjbaith wight and -*■ ■'■ wife, One of the Worthies, refcu'd Scotland thrice; A better Knight not to the World was lent, Nor was good Grame of Truth and Hardiment. Mente manuque potens £ff Y 3}\'3i Jidus Achates, Conditur hie Gramus bello interfeSlus ab Anglis. Of Mind and Courage ftrong. And Wallace true Achates ; Here lies Sir John the Grame, Slain by the Englijh Baties. Vivit pofl funera virtus. Lady C^X^endiax s Epitaph. 1659. T T Ere lies the Phcenix of her Sex, the Ark -'■■*■ Where Loyalty and Honour did imbark Part III. N The [ 98 J The Day of our Deluge ; what had fhe been, Had She been He, a Soul fo Mafculine ! Bruce ^Wallace ftiould remounted have the Stage Of Action, with the worthieft of that Age. She was a Woman, (I'll not fhame Men much) But had our Lords and Leaders all been fuch. Our King and Country had not been fold by Knaves, Nor fhould we now go fupplicate like Slaves. On yudge Smith «;?<^Mofeley, by Samuel Colvin. 1667. CMith, Mofely and Neceffity ^ Refemble one another ; Neceffity it hath no Law, Nor Smithy nor Mofely neither. Yet they have Confcience, for they are Moft liberal to the Poor ; They bribe, and, what they gain, beftow Upon a needy Whore. Smith courts by Day, Mofely by Night, After the Ten-Hour-Bell ; The one the other doth relieve, As Leda\ Sons from Hell. They [ 99 J They fay they do not fin, but pray ; If this be a Miftake, Their Honours prays with Breeches down, And fhe prays on her Back. The TVomans Univerfe, 1652. T7[7"IT's Blue-ey'd Maid, Indujirious Art^ ^ ^ By Reafon's Difquifition, Hath fo anatomiz'd each Part Of Nature's Conftitution ; That nothing now in Nature can Ly hid, obfcure or fecret. But by the Induftry of Man Her Mifteries are made naked. How Azure Spheres do trip and dance, How Primum Mobile capers. Whence Day affords his Radience, How Darknefs blows her Tapers ; How Hot, how Cold, how Moifl:, how Dry Dwells in their feveral Center, Man knows, and by his Induftry Their Difcords can contemper. What Earth doth in her Bofom keep, How Winds blow from their Treafure, What Alteration in the Deep, How Clouds drop Rain by Meafure ; N 2 What [ lOO J What Number is of Confort's Frame, How Bodies keep Proportion, Man knows, and rears a Diadem From this their ftridl Extortion. Now while that Man, by Reafon's Frame Proves fovereign fole Commander O'er Nature, and makes all her Train As Vaffals for to render : There reftfe yet one Thing undifcry'd, Which Senfe accounts but common ; Yet never Art hath well bewray'd, And this we call a Woman. The PAINTER. For will ye raife Apelles Ghoft, And make him fit and paint her, He'll quit the Task, and fwear he's loft The Colours that frequent her : Her Eyes and Mind are fo at Strife, By Luft her inward Lurker, That when fhe is labour'd to the Life, She falfifies the Worker. ALCHIMIST. Were Reymond Lillie yet alive, To hazard his Projedlion, His Fire would fail, his Glafs would rive, E're he attain'd Perfection; For let him calcine to his Skill, Coagulat and increafe. And [ lOI ] And multiply as faft's he will, She ay more fixeth the lefs. ASTRONOMER. Were Ptolomeus fet to try Her Fafliions by her Figure, He'd find in her Nativity A very World of Vigour ; For all her Stars are dignify'd, Except that Part of Fortune, By which 'tis plainly fignify'd, She cares not who importune. PHYSICIAN. Hippocrates for all his Skill In Nature's hid Difeafes, Could never cure her Falling-ill, Which takes her when fhe pleafes : The Symptomes of her Paroxifm Shows plainly fhe's Afthmatick ; No Wonder, for her Priapifm Did firft make her Aquatick. DIVINE. Ask at the Divine what an Ape She proves in Rules of Piety, He'll tell you that fhe may be Pape For fimulate Sobriety : Her Looks are Puri tain's, her Life Proves her to be Catholick; 'Tis [ I02 J 'Tis Reafon, for fhe's Peterh Wife, And he was Apoftolick. LAWYER. The Twelve pure Laws which were fometimes Ingrav'd in Golden Tables, Are now too weak to point her Crimes, She flirts at them as Fables : Her Pradlicks in the Innerhoufe, Made ftrong by Inftitution, Doth make the Pandedls for to poufe. The Cods for Contribution. GRAMMARIAN. In Grammar fhe is fo perfedl. To try her were but Folly, For fhe has taken fuch Delight In omni virofoli. That never Man had Subftantive Yet fram'd of fuch Perfedlion, But fhe o'erthrew't with Adjedlive, By way of Interje6lion. LOGICIAN. In Logick fhe is fo perquire, She fcorns all Ramus Criticks ; For when her Topicks prove unfure. She Hves by'r Analy ticks: Her Demonftrations do not care For bioTi, but 6V; Her [ I03 , J Her bocardifmg Captions are, From m, or elfe from ««. MUSICIAN. Amphion''^ Senfe-bewitching Harp Ne'er warbled half fo fweetly, As file can play on Lute or Harp ; And firing her but difcreetly : She knows a Minim by a Brief, ~A Crotchet by a Quaver, Let Beef above her be her Clief, Her Prick-fong cannot waver. AR TTHME TIC IAN. Has £he Arithmetick ? Yes, at Will, To help her Calculation, She'll add, divide, fubftrad, but ftill She loves Multiplication ; Yet fhe's no Ufurer for to take Hard Intereft for the Hunder, But like a Saint, for Confcience Sake, She works, and lies at under. MERCHANT. The Scholars being hufh'd and gone. Let's fee how Tradefmen know her : The Merchant comes, is quite o'erthrown. Not paying what he owes her; He puts a Cypher to her Score, To reckon up his Tinfel, But [ I04 J But yet he proves a Diver, for He never pays the Princ'pal. MARINER. Ne'er Palinurus prov'd fo ftout In Tempeft on the Ocean, As fhe can ride it bravely out 'Twixt Wind and Waves Commotion ; For, put the Helm into her Hand, And ftrike the Topfail low^er : She neither fears for Rock nor Sand, No Tempeft can o'erthrow her. SOLDIER. For Skill in Military Sport, She may be crow^n'd Commander ; For fhe can charge, retire, exort, And force her Foe to render : She'll pufh a Pike, and fire her Pan, And ferve in fo good Order, That never Enemy yet wran A Foot within her Border. SMITH. The Smith, becaufe he wears the Crown, Thinks beft he can defcribe her ; Upon his Forge he lays her down To make his Graver try her. But O ! her Stuthy is fo fix'd, His Hammers ftill retorted, And [ I05 J And e'er his Mettals can be mix'd His Sinders are difforted. TAYLOR. The Taylor comes fome better fpeed, He fits her to the Fafhion ; His Elwand and his Baifing-Threed Do cure her IHack Paffion. But O ! her Trials are fo quick She'll make a Prentice tremble, And e'er he fow a Needle Stick, She burns him with the Thimble. WEBSTER. The Webfter with his jumbling Hand And Dornick-champion Napries, Will make the coyeft Wench to ftand A Prentice to his Fop'ries. But O ! his Shuttle is fo fhort, He wants Waft e'er the Middle, And makes his Client to comport With Plain inftead of Twiddle. SUTOR. Then comes the Sutor with his Laft, Minds by her Foot to wooe her : A long Eleven's the fitteft Laft He can prefent unto her. But when he falls unto his Work His Shoes are fo unhandfome, Part III. O That [ io6 ] That flie doth foil him in the Dark, And unawars fhe wants him. MASON. The Mafon's Rule, and plumbing Stones, In no ways do fufEce her ; Terqu'inque of them all at once Not able are to pleafe her : For put a Graver in her Hand She'll carve a Tomb at leifure, That all the Mafons in this Land By Art cannot it meafure. WRIGHT. Now comes the Wright for to repair The Bottom of her Beef-Stand, No wonder though her Heart be fair, She's not the better at his Hand : For why? his Wumble is fo weak. That e're he bore an Inch in It makes the Couple for to break. She may not well forbear him. CONCLUSION. God help me ! What a Wretch is this, Whom neither Art nor Nature, Can paint her well in Pain or Blefs, With Colours of due Feature ? Then why ftrive I thus for to wed, Euridice to fafhion : Though t '°7 J . Though Orpheus got her Maiden-Head, Yet Pluto knows her Paflion. Thefe Seven following by Montrofe. I. "jV/rY dear and only Love, I pray ^^ This noble World of thee. Be govern'd by no other Sway But pureft Monarchic. For if Confufion have a Part, Which vertuous Souls abhore, And hold a Synod in thy Heart, I'll never love thee more. Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My Thoughts fhall evermore difdain A Rival on my Throne. He either fears his Fate too much, Or his Deferts are fmall. That puts it not unto the Touch, To win or lofe it all. But I mull rule and govern ftill, And always give the Law, And have each Subjedl at my Will, And all to ftand in awe. O 2 But [ io8 J But 'gainft my Battery if I find Thou fhun'ft the Prize fo fore, As that thou fet'ft me up a BHnd, I'll never love thee more. Or in the Empire of thy Heart, Where I fhould folely be. Another do pretend a Part, And dares to Vie with me. Or if Committees thou eredl. And goes on fuch a Score, I'll fing and laugh at thy Negledl, And never love thee more. But if thou wilt be conftant then. And faithful of thy Word, I'll make thee glorious by my Pen, And famous by my Sword, I'll ferve thee in fuch noble Ways, Was never heard before : I'll crown and deck thee all with Bays, And love thee evermore. The Second Part. A/TY dear and only Love, take heed, ^ ^ Left thou thy felf expofe. And let all longing Lovers feed Upon fuch Looks as thofe. A Marble Wall then build about, Befet without a Door ; But [ I09 ] But if thou let thy Heart fly out, I'll never love thee more. Let not their Oaths, like VoUies fhot, Make any Breach at all ; Nor Smoothnefs of their Language plot Which way to fcale the Wall ; Nor Balls of Wild-fire Love confume The Shrine vsrhich I adore : For if fuch Smoak about thee fume, I'll never love thee more. I think thy Virtues be too ftrong To fuffer by Surprife : Which Vidlual'd by my Love fo long, The Siege at length muft rife. And leave thee ruled in that Health And State thou Vv'as before : But if thou turn a Common- Wealth, I'll never love thee more. But if by Fraud, or by Confent, Thy Heart to Ruine come, I'll found no Trumpet as I vpont. Nor march by Tuck of Drum : But hold my Arms, like Enfigns, up. Thy Falfhood to deplore. And bitterly will figh and weep, And never love thee more. I'll do with thee as Nero did, When Rome was fet on fire ; Not [ no ] Not only all Relief forbid, But to a Hill retire ; And fcorn to ftied a Tear to fee Thy Spirit grown fo poor : But fmiling, fing until I die, I'll never love thee more. Yet for the Love I bare thee once, Left that thy Name fhould die, A Monument of Marble-ftone The Truth fhall teftifie ; That every Pilgrim paffing by. May pity and deplore My Cafe, and read the Reafon why I can love thee no more. The golden Laws of Love fhall be Upon this Pillar hung, A fimple Heart, a fmgle Eye, A true and conftant Tongue. Let no Man for more Love pretend Than he has Hearts in ftore : True Love begun fhall never end ; Love one and love no more. Then fhall thy Heart be fet by mine. But in far different Cafe : For mine vras true, fo was not thine. But lookt like Janus Face. For as the Waves with every Wind, So fails thou every Shore, And [ III j And leaves my conftant Heart behind, How can I love thee more ? My Heart fliall with the Sun be fix'd For Conftancy moft ftrange, And thine fhall with the Moon be mix'd, Delighting ay in Change. Thy Beauty fhin'd at firft moft bright, And wo is me therefore, That ever I found thy Love fo light, I could love thee no more. The mifty Mountains, fmoaking Lakes, The Rocks refounding Echo ; The whiftling Wind that Murmur makes, Shall with me fing Hey ho. The tofling Seas, the tumbling Boats, Tears droping from each Shore, Shall tune with me their Turtle Notes, I'll never love thee more. As doth the Turtle chafte and true Her Fellow's Death regrete. And daily mourns for his Adieu, And ne'er renews her Mate ; So though thy Faith was never faft, Which grieves me wond'rous fore. Yet I fhall live in Love fo chaft. That I fhall love no more. And when all Gallants rides about Thefe Monuments to view, Where- Whereon is written in and out, Thou traiterous and untrue ; Then in a Paflion they fhall paufe, And thus fay, fighing fore, Alas ! he had too juft a Caufe Never to love thee more. And when that tracing Goddefs Fame From Eaft to Weft fhall flee. She fhall Record it to thy Shame, How thou haft loved me ; And how in Odds our Love was fuch. As few has been before ; Thou loved too many, and I too much. That I can love no more. II. npHere's nothing in this World can prove -*- So true and real Pleafure, As perfedl Sympathy in Love, Which is a real Treafure. The pureft Strain of perfedl Love In Vertue's Dye and Seafon, Is that whofe Influence doth move. And doth convince our Reafon. Defigns attend, Defires give place, Hopes had no more availeth ; The Caufe remov'd the EfFedl doth ceafe, Flames not maintain 'd foon faileth. The [ "3 ] The Conqueft then of richeft Hearts, Well lodg'd and trim'd by Nature, Is that which true Content imparts, Where Worth is join'd with Feature. Fill'd with fweet Hope then muft I ftill Love what's to be admired ; When frowning Afpefts crofs the Will, Defires are more endeared. Unhappy then unhappy I, To joy in tragick Pleafure, And in fo dear and defperate Way T'abound yet have no Treafure. Yet will I not of Fate defpair, Time oft in End relieveth, But hopes my Star will change her Air, And joy where now fhe grieveth. III. T TNhappy is the Man ^ In whofe Breaft is confin'd The Sorrows and Diftreffes all Of an afflided Mind. The Extremity is great, He dies if he conceal, The World's fo void of fecret Friends, Betray'd if he reveal. Part III. P Then . [ iH ] Then break afflidled Hearts, And live not in thefe Days, When all prove Merchants of their Faith, None trufts w^hat other fays. For w^hen the Sun doth fhine, Then Shadows do appear ; But when the Sun doth hide his Face, They with the Sun retire. Some Friends as Shadows are. And Fortune as the Sun ; They never proffer any Help Till Fortune firft begin. But if in any Cafe Fortune (hall firft decay, Then they as Shadows of the Sun With Fortune run away. IV. "D Urft out my Soul in Main of Tears, -'-'And thou my Heart Sighs Tempeft move. My Tongue let never Plaints forbear, But murmure ftill my crofted Love; Combine together all in one. And thunder forth my tragick Moan. But, tufti, poor Drop, cut Breath, broke Air, Can you my Paftions exprefs ? No; [ 115 1 No : rather but augment my Care, In making them appear the lefs. Seeing but from fmall Woes Words do come, And great ones they fing always dumb. My fwelling Griefs then bend your felf This fatal Breaft of mine to fill. The Center where all Sorrows dwell. The Limbeck where all Griefs diftil, That filent thus in Plaints, I may Confume and melt my felf away. Yet that I may contented die, I only wifh, before my Death, Tranfparent that my Breaft may be, E're that I do expire my Breath ; Since Sighs, Tears, Plaints, exprefs no Smart, It might be feen into my Heart. V. /^AN little Beafts with Lions roar, ^^ And little Birds with Eagles foar ; Can fhallow Streams command the Seas, And little Aunts the humming Bees ? No, no, no, no, it is not meet The Head Ihould ftoup unto the Feet. P 2 Kpi- [ "6 I VI. Epitaph on King Charles I. GReat, Good and Juft, could I but rate My Grief to Thy too Rigid Fate ! I'd weep the World in fuch a Strain, As it would once deluge again : But fince Thy loud-tongu'd Blood demands Sup- plies, More from Briareus Hands, than Argus Eyes, I'll tune Thy Elegies to Trumpet-founds, And write Thy Epitaph in Blood and Wounds ! VII. On Himfelf, upon hearing what was his Sentence. L Et them beftow on ev'ry Airth a Limb ; Open all my Veins, that I may fwim To Thee my Saviour, in that Crimfon Lake ; Then place my purboil'd Head upon a Stake ; Scatter my Afties, throw them in the Air : Lord (fince Thou know'ft; where all thefe Atoms are) I'm hopeful, once Thou'lt recolledl my Duft, And confident Thou'lt raife me with the Juft. King [ "7 J King Charles 2, Lament. YOu Gods and Goddejfes that rules in Helicon, Look me upon ; Help to relieve a Prisoner out of Thrall, Let not thefe favage Hearts, as Furies fent from Hell, Torment mejiill, Who have in Store no Mercy, none at all. Alcides come for to defend me, And wave thy Club about, Or elfe they will my Perfon kill Before they let me out. For wicked Cerberus, my Porter, Doth bear me great Defpite, And feeks by Death to flop my Breath; He can both bark and bite. To me moji patient penjtve Prisoner left Of Joy bereft ; My Griefs and Troubles cannot numbred be : A hopelefs, helplefs, harmlefs Man lies here forlorn, And held in Scorn, By tbofe who once were Subjeds unto me ; Who through the Mercies that I ufed While I was in full Power, Moft merclcfly opprefs they me. And vex me every Hour : I have released many bond Slaves, And fet the Prisoners free, let helplefs I in Prifon ly. Without all Remedy. It [ "8 ] ^Twould make a Heart of Flint relent to fee my Woes Done by my Foes, Who once had all Things at my own Command; No Cloaths to wear, no Food for me to eat. No Drink or Meat, But what is given by. my Erimies Hand. My Friends are all from me departed, Though fore againft their Will : Not one is here that comes me near. But thofe that wijh me ill. A Thoufand Ways they do praEtife To work my Life's Decay. Hap Well, hap Wo., it muji befo, The bond Man muft obey. To try and vex my Patience, to my Charge they lay. Day after Day, Such horrid Crimes, of which I never knew. Their Tongues like pays ningAfps or double edgedSwords, Speak byting Words, Which are as falfe as any Thing is true. Evenfo with their falfe Accufations, They raife a deadly Strife, To feparate and breed Debate Betwixt me and my Wife ; My Children alfo are abused, As to the World is known, And others they do now enjoy That which was once my own. Befides my Keepers Cruelty is over much, Never was fuch A Captive Prisoner kept in Slavery. There is no Friend dare come my Perfon near, And [ "9 ] jind that for Fear, Without Admittance from my Enemy. Each Day and Hour IJiand in Danger Ofthefe my defperate Foes, Who do notfpare, ^tis known they dare To give me bloody Blows, If they but fay I do offend them, Though I know not the Caufe ; Theyfhow their Might, and with me fight. Thefe are their new made Laws. Thus am I evry Day mofi barbaroufly ufed, Bafely abufed By fame of them, for whom I have done good, Andfome in whom I put my Trufi, Have prov'd unju/i, And are moji ready for to fhed my Blood. Evn as that curfed Traitor Judas His Majier did betray ; So my falfe Friends for their own Ends, Have fold my Life away. No faithful Friend dare come me near At all to take my Part , But ev'ry Man doth what he can To break my wounded Heart. How happy is the Man that labours all the Day For little Pay, For he at Night may fafely go to Rejl ; And he that travails up and down, and takes mojl Pains Receives the Gains, And takes his Lodging where it likes him bejl. Thefe Men have Liberty to labour, A fweet and pleafant Thing; And [ I20 ] And in their Fare more happy are Than is a troubled King. The Country Swains, the filly Shepherds, And Trade/men eek al/o, Have Liberty, while here I ly In Sorrow and in Wo. Is't not a Father's chiefeji Comfort for to fee Thefe Things to be, His own dear Children, ever in his Sight? Ist not the Mirror of a Husband's Life To fee his Wife, And have her in his Prefence Day and Night. All thefe fweet Pleafures are kept from me, While I on Earth remain, Except the Wind will prove fo kind, As to turn the Tide again : Till then with Patience will I wait, Wijhing Health, Wealth and Peace To thefe that be at Liberty, And wijh for my Releafe. THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.