Major Lindesy's legacie. Aprill 25. 1645. Bequeathed to his country-men, the Scottish-Commanders, and his fellow souldiers and sufferers in this terrestrial warfare. It being found in his tronke after his death, in the forme of a letter; vvith this superscription following: For his noble worthy friends and country-men, the Scottish-Commanders in the Parliament service. Deliver not this letter till I be in my grave, and then I pray you conveene these gentle-men together, and deliver it unto them as my last will: and here-with present my love unto them all. Lindsey, Major. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A88302 of text R210382 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.10[30]). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. 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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A88302) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 162571) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f10[30]) Major Lindesy's legacie. Aprill 25. 1645. Bequeathed to his country-men, the Scottish-Commanders, and his fellow souldiers and sufferers in this terrestrial warfare. It being found in his tronke after his death, in the forme of a letter; vvith this superscription following: For his noble worthy friends and country-men, the Scottish-Commanders in the Parliament service. Deliver not this letter till I be in my grave, and then I pray you conveene these gentle-men together, and deliver it unto them as my last will: and here-with present my love unto them all. Lindsey, Major. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed by T. Paine, [London] : 1645. In verse -- "Mars never met upon Parnassus hill". With engraved border. At end of poem: Lindesy's last farewell. Place of publication from Wing. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A88302 R210382 (Thomason 669.f.10[30]). civilwar no Major Lindesy's legacie. Aprill 25. 1645. Bequeathed to his country-men, the Scottish-Commanders, and his fellow souldiers and sufferers in Lindsey, Major. 1645 1014 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Pip Willcox Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Pip Willcox Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion MAIOR LINDESY'S LEGACIE . Aprill 25. 1645. Bequeathed to his Country-men , the Scottish-Commanders , and his Fellow-Souldiers and Sufferers in this Terrestriall Warrfare . It being found in his Tronke after his Death , in the forme of a Letter ; VVith this SUPERSCRIPTION following : For his noble worthy Friends and Country-men , the Scottish-Commanders in the Parliament service . Deliver not this Letter till J be in my Grave , and then J pray You conveene these Gentle-men together , and deliver it unto them as my last WILL : And here-with present my LOVE unto them ALL . MArs never met upon Pernassus hill At Randevouse ; nor did hee dip his quill In Helicon , thence to extract that Art Which Poets need , his Offpring to impart . Expect not then , expressions from my pen To please the Criticke , nor those curiousmen Who love to Carpe ; I only leave to thee That all I have by way of Legacie , It is not Gold , nor treasure evill got . My just designes , such Shaddowes followed not , But 't is experience fetched from a farr , Bought with my life and blood in forraine Warr . I spent the prime time of my age abroad In serving Kings , hut still observing God I spar'd no paines , but spent my dearest blood To learne knowledge , for my Countries good , Nor did I loose the labour I bestow'd , Such as imploid mee paid me what they owde : Rewarding mee with what I could desire , The Workeman being worthy of his hire . Thus being fraught with knowledge and reward ; Returned here in couscience and regard Into this Kingdome joyning heart and hand To doe them service by my best command : Which I perform'd ; unchalleng'd for offence , Not wronging any on the least pretence . Remembring still , the duty of that Oath , Wherein the Kingdomes are united both ; To save our Soveraigne , and maintaine the Lawes , The Subjects freedome , and the publique cause , For this I fought , induring to the death , Am hated therefore with a world of wrath , Would fast a Weeke , have neither meat nor drinke , But all was for the cause then you must thinke . Deare Countrey Men in this , let me advise you , Let neither wrongs , nor want of Pay intice you But suffer still though ye be scourgd and scant Your neighbours have enough , though ye may want ; Yet you must not envie , that were a sinne We suffer for the cause we did begine : Goe on , indure , have patience , Fast and Pray , And be not wearied doing well I say , The cause is Gods , good brethren be not sory , Ye know this life 's but vaine and transetory , What then , although you have not meat , nor drinke ? Nor Money , What ? you must not alwayes thinke To have those things , ye know the Poore and Lame Shall have reward , God only thinkes on them . Forsake your countries , Houshold , Wives , and friends And be not alwaies for your Private ends , And though they chide you ; they are not angtie ever 'T is but to try if you will still persever , They correct them whom they love and chasten too Their dearest child Indulgent friends so doe ; Yet dare I not condemne you for your feare To see me lie and starve for hunger here For I protest , I thought my sufferings good , Till I had Paunde my very Clothes for food ; But being Naked , Hungrie , sicke , and Poore , I could not then for shame goe to the doore . Doe not therefore as I did , lie not still Untill ye starve , but labour to fulfill The Scripture , saying pray ; they bid you too To use the meanes , as well as prayer allow : The Scripture bids you , Knock , and Seeke , and Aske , And you shall have , this is an easie taske , I know ye aske but then you aske amisse . Ye aske not all in faith you faile in this Are not your Judges just ? why doe yee then Not speake in time ; they 'r Gods as well as men , Then God forbid that men should be debat'd , The Just will ever give the Just reward , But tell them this , the will of him that 's dead , That what they mind to give , they give with speed : And that they send you not to seeke Debenters . The Auditors , are tedious Male-Contenters . My fatall houre prevented my desire If I had liv'd , I had had all my hire : But as I doe assigne you to those things , Which wofull time , and my experience brings . Even so I bid you be not slack to send And seeke your due ; they swore for to defend Each one the other suffering for the cause , They will not breake their Covenant , and their Lawes , But if you wait , and wait as I did doe , Yee cannot tell what may befall you too , Thus have I runne my race , and writ my will I pray you then be carefull to fulfill , Those things you came for Brethren ; So I end , And humbly doe my Spirit recommend Unto it's Maker , and pray's you if you can To bury mee , Even like an honest man . And so farewell , remember what I said , Ye'ill live and dye the better , that ye'er paid Lindesy's last farewell . Printed by T. Paine , 1645.