THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE HIGH AND MIGHTY MONARCH CHARLES' KING of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, Into his ancient and royal City of EDINBURGH, the fifteenth of june, 1633.  
Printed at EDINBURGH by john Wreittoun. 1633.   

The entertainment of the High and Mighty Monarch, Prince CHARLES, King of great Britain, France and Ireland, into his ancient and Royal City of Edenbourgh, the 15. of june. 1633.  
WITHOUT the Gate which is towards the West, where the street ascendeth to Heroites Hospital, did an Arch arise of height .... of breadth .... square with the battlements and inmost side of the town-wall, the face looking to the Castle, represented a City situated on a rock, which with pointed Cliffs, Shrubs, Trees, Herbs, and Verdure, did appear in perspective upon the battlements; in great Letters was written, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
As Ptolomeus nameth it: in a less and different Character was written.  Castra Puellarum. 
And under that in a different colour M. Edenbourgh: The Rock was inscribed Montagna de diamant, after two Italians which gave that name to the greatest Rock near Edinburgh, and Cardan, who in his book, De rerum varietate, highly prizeth the Diamond of the Rock.  
In the Frieze under the Town was written Ingredere ac nostris succede penatibus.  
Upon one side of the Town was drawn the flood Lithus, in a Mantle of seagreen or water colour, a Crown of sedges and reeds on his head with long locks; his arm leaned upon an earthen pot, out of which water and fishes seemed to run forth, in his hand he held a bundle of flowers, over him was written Picciol Mafamoso.  
On the other side of the Town appeared Neptune bestriding his Hippocampius, the Nereids about him, his Trident in his hand, the word over him was, Adsum Defensor ubique.  
The Theatre under the Arch was a Mountain, upon which appeared the Genius of the town represented by a Nymph; she was attired in a seagreen velvet Mantle, her sleeves and under robe of blue tissue, with blue Buskins on her feet, about her neck she wore a chain of Diamonds, the dressing of her head represented a Castle with turrets, her locks dangled about her shoulders; upon her right hand stood Religion all in white taffata, with a blue Mantle seeded with stars, a Crown of stars on her head, to show from whence she is, she leaned her on a Scutcheon, where upon was a Cross with the word, Coelo descendet ab alto.  
Beneath her feet lay Superstition trampled, a woman blind, in old and worn garments, her Scutcheon had— Vltra Sauromatas. On the lefthand of this Nymph stood justice, a woman in a red damask Mantle, her under garments Cloth of silver, on her head a Crown of Gold, on a Scutcheon she had Balances and a Sword drawn. The word was, Fida regnorum Custos.  
Beneath the feet of justice lay Oppression trampled, a person of a fierce aspect, in arms but broken all and scattered. The word was, Tenente Carolo Terras.  
The Mountain at the approach of the King's Majesty moved, and the Nymph thus spoke unto him.  
Sir, If nature could suffer Rocks to move, and abandon their natural places, this Town founded on the strength of Rocks (now by all cheering rays of your Majesty's presence, taking not only motion, but life) had with her Castle, Temples, and Houses moved towards you, and besought you to acknowledge her yours, and her indwellers your most humble and affectionate Subjects, and to believe how many souls are within her circuits, so many lives are devoted to your sacred Person and Crown; and here Sir, she offers by me, to the Altar of your glory, whole Hecatombs of most happy desires, praying all things may prove prosperous unto you, that every virtue and heroic grace which make a Prince eminent, may with a long and blessed governament attend you; your Kingdoms flourishing abroad with Bays, at home with Olives. Presenting you Sir, (who art the strong key of this little world of Great Britain) with these keys, which cast up the gates of her affection, and design you power to open all the springs of the hearts of these her most loyal citizens. Yet this almost not necessary, for as the Rose at the far appearing of the Morning Star displayeth and spreadeth her purples, so at the very noise of your happy return to this your native country their hearts (if they could have shined without their breasts) were with joy and fair hopes made spacious, nor did they ever in all parts feel a more comfortable heat, than the glory of your presence at this time darteth upon them.  
The old forget their age, and look fresh and young at the sight of so gracious a Prince, the young bear a part in your welcome, desiring many years of life, that they may serve you long, all have more joys than tongues; for as the words of other Nations far go beyond and surpass the affection of their hearts; So in this Nation the affection of their hearts is far above all they can express by words. Deign then, Sir, from the highest of Majesty, to look down on their lowness, and embrace it, accept the homage of their humble minds, accept their grateful zeal, and for deeds, accept that great goodwill which they have ever carried to the high deserts of your Ancestors, and shall ever to your own, and your Royal race, Whilst these Rocks shall be overshadowed with buildings, these buildings inhabited by men, and while men be endued either with counsel or courage, or enjoy any piece of reason, sense, or life.  
The keys being delivered in a basin of silver, and his Majesty received by the Magistrates, under a Pale of state, where the street ascendeth proudest, beginning to turn towards the Gate of the old Town, he meeteth with an Arch, the height of which was .... the breadth .... the frontispiece of this represented, in Landscape, a country wild, full of Trees, Bushes, Boars, white Kine; along the which appeared one great Mountain to extend itself, with the word upon it, Grampius.  
In some parts was seen the Sea enriched with Coral, and the Mussel that conceiveth the pearl; farther off in an Island appeared a flaming Mountain with the word, Tibi serviet vltima Thule.  
On the Chapter was a Lion rampant, the word Imperat ipse sibi.  
On the Landscape was Caledonia in great Letters written, and part represented a number of men in Arms flying and retiring with S. P. Q. R. on their Ensigns, which show them to be Romans; an other part had a number of naked persons flying and enchained, with the figures of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, drawn on their skins, and shapes of flowers, which represented the Picts, under the Romans, and under-written, Fracti bello fatisquè repulsi.  
A Courten falling, the Theatre discovered a Lady attired in tissue, her hair was dressed like a Cornucopia, two chains, one of gold, another of pearl baldric ways, hung down her shoulders, a Crown of gold hung from the Arch before her, fhee represented the Genius of Caledonia; near unto her stood a woman with an Olive-coloured mask, long black Locks waving over her back, her attire was of diverse coloured feathers, which show her to be an American, and to represent new Scotland, the Scutcheon in her hand bore the Arms of new Scotland, with this word, Auspicijs CAROLE magne tuis.  
His Majesty coming near, was welcomed with these verses by Caledonia.  

THe heavens have heard our vows, our just desires  
Obtained are, no higher now aspires  
Our wishing thoughts, since to his native clime  
The flower of Princes, honour of his time,  
Encheering all our Dales, Hills, Forests, streamos,  
(As Phoebus doth the Summer with his beams)  
Is come, and radiant to us in his train  
The golden age and virtues brings again;  
Prince so much longed for, how thou becalm'st  
Minds easeless anguish, every care embalm'st  
With the sweet odours of thy presence! now  
In swelling tides joys every where do flow  
By thine approach, and that the world may see  
What unthought wonders do attend on thee,  
This Kingdom's Angel I, who since that day  
That ruthless Fate thy Parent rest away,  
And made a Star, appeared not any where,  
To gratulate thy coming saving here.   

Hail Princes Phoenix, Monarch of all hearts,  
Sovereign of love and justice, who imparts  
More than thou canst receive; to thee this Crown  
Is due by birth; but more, it is thine own  
By just desert; and ere another brow  
Than thine should reach the same, my flood should flow  
With hot vermilion gore, and every Plain  
Level the hills with Carcases of slain,  
This I'll become a red Sea: Now how sweet  
Is it to me, when love and Laws thus meet  
To gird thy Temples with this Diadem,  
My nurselings sacred fear, and dearest Gem.  
No Roman, Saxon, Pict by sad alarms  
Could this acquire and keep; the heavens in arms  
From us repelld all perils, nor by wars  
Ought here was won but gaping wounds and scars,  
Our Lions Clymaterick now is past,  
And crowned with Bays, he rampant's free at last.   

here are no Serean fleeces, Peru gold,  
Aurora's gems, nor wares by Tyrians sold;  
Towns swell not here with Babylonian walls,  
Nor Nero's sky-resembling gold-seeled halls,  
Nor Memphis spires, nor Quinzayes arched frames,  
Captiving Seas, and giving Lands their names:  
Faith (milk-white Faith) of old beloved so well,  
Yet in this corner of the World doth dwell  
With her pure Sisters, Truth, Simplicity;  
here banished Honour bears them company,  
A Mars-adorning brood is here, their wealth  
Sound minds and bodies, and of as sound a health:  
Walls here are men, who fence their Cities more  
Than Neptune when he doth in mountains roar,  
Doth guard this Isle, or all those Forts and Towers  
Amphion's Harp raised about Thebes bowers,  
Heaven's arch is of their roof, the pleasant shed  
Of Oak and Plaine oft serves them for a bed.  
To suffer want, soft pleasure to despise,  
Run over panting Mountains crowned with Ice,  
Rivers o'ercome, the wastest Lakes appall  
(Being to themselves, Oars, Steerers, ship and all)  
As their renown; a brave all-daring race  
Courageous, prudent, doth this Climate grace:  
Yet the firm Base on which their glory stands,  
In peace true hearts, in wars is valiant hands,  
Which here (great King) they offer up to thee,  
Thy worth respecting as thy pedigree:  
Though much it be to come of Princely stem,  
More is it to deserve a Diadem.   

Vouchsafe blessed people, ravished here with me,  
To think my thoughts, and see what I do see,  
A Prince all gracious, affable, divine,  
Meek, wise, just, valiant, whose radiant shine  
Of virtues (like the Stars about the Pole  
Guilding the night) enlighteneth every soul  
Your Sceptre sways, a Prince borne in this age  
To guard the innocents from Tyrant's rage,  
To make Peace prosper, justice to reflowre,  
In desert hamlet as in Lordly bower;  
A Prince, that though of none he stand in awe,  
Yet first subjects himself to his own law,  
Who joys in good, and still as right directs  
His greatness measures by his good effects,  
His People's pedestal, who rising high  
To grace this throne make Scotland's name to fly  
On haltions wings (her glory which restores)  
Beyond the Ocean to Columbus shores,  
Gods sacred picture in this man adore,  
Honour his valour, zeal, his piety more,  
High value what ye hold him, deep engrave  
In your heart's heart, from whom all good ye have:  
For as Moon's splendour from her brother springs,  
The people's welfare streameth from their Kings.  
Since your love's object doth immortal prove,  
O love this Prince with an eternal love,   

Pray that those Crowns his Ancestors did wear,  
His temples long (more orient) may bear.  
That good he reach by sweetness of his sway,  
That even his shadow may the bad affray,  
That heaven on him what he desires bestow,  
That still the glory of his greatness grow,  
That your begun felicities may last,  
That no Orion do with storms them blast,  
That victory his brave exploits attend,  
East, West, or South do he his Forces bend,  
Till his great deeds all former deeds surmount,  
And quail the Nimbrot of the Hellespont;  
That when his well-spent care all care be calms,  
He may in peace sleep in a shade of Palms;  
And rearing up fair Trophies, that heavens may  
Extend his life to world's extremest day.   
The other face of the arch show men, women, and children, dancing after divers postures with many Musical Instruments, the word above them in great Characters was, HILARITATI PUBLICAE. S.P.Q.E.P.  
Where the great street divideth itself in two, upon the old Foundations, inhabited by the Goldsmiths and Glover's, did an Arch arise of height ... of breadth ... upon the Chapter of his Arch was a Crown set with this word Nec primam visa est similem, nec habere secundam.  
The face of the Arch had an Aback or Square with this inscription, Carolo, Mag. Brit. Reg. Iacobi filio Princi: optimo, maximo, libert. vindici. Restauratori legum, fundatori quietis, Conservatori Eccleclesiae, Regni vltra Oceanum in Americam Promotori. S.P.Q. E.P.  
Amidst flourishes of Arms, as Helms, Lanses, Corslets, Pikes, Muskets, Bows, Cannons, at the one side of the aback stood Mars, the word by him was, Patrium cognoscite Numen.  
At the other side, amongst flourishes of instruments of peace, as Harps, Lutes, Organs, Cisseres, Hauboises, stood Minerva, her word, Quo sine me.  
Upon each side was Arms of the two Kingdoms, and an Intertexture of Crowns with a word, Nexus foelix.  
Upon the Frieze was written 
— Genus immortale manet, multosque per annos  
Stat fortuna domus & avi numerantur avorum.   
At the approach of the King, the Theatre (a Courten drawn) manifested Mercury, with his feathered hat, and his Caduceus, with an hundred and seven Scottish Kings, which he had brought from the Elysian fields, Fergus the first had a speech in Latin, which is here desired.— Upon the Cross of the Town was a show of Panisques, Bacchus crowned with Ivy, and naked from the shoulders up, bestroad a Hogshead, by him stood Silenus, Silvanus, Pomona, Venus, Ceres in a straw coloured mantle, embroidered with ears of Corn, and a dressing of the same on her head, should have delivered a speech to the King but was interrupted by the Satyrs; she bore a Scutcheon, upon which was, Sustulit exutis vinclis ad sydera palmas.  
Meaning by the King she was free of the great abuse of the Tithes in this Country.  
In the midst of the street, there was a Mountain dressed for Parnassus, where Apollo and the Muses appeared, and ancient Worthies of Scotland, for learning was represented; such as Sedullius, joannes, Duns, Bishop Ecphistoun of Aberdeen, Hector Boes, joannes Major, Bishop Sawen Douglasse, Sir David Lindsay, Georgius Buchananus; the word over them was Fama super aethera noti.  
The Muses were clad in varying taffetas, cloth of silver and pearl; Melpomene, though her under vesture was black, yet her Buskines and Mantle were crimson, they were distinguished by the Scutcheons they bore, and more properly then by their flats; every one had a word, the first was Clio, who bore Si vis omniatibi subjici, subjice te rationi.  
Which was the King's Symbol when he was Prince.  
Melpomene had the Symbol of King james,  
Parcere subiectis, & debellare superbos.  
Thalia had that of Queen Anna,  
Mia Magrandezza del excelso.  
Euterpe had the word of Prince Henry,  
Fax gloria mentis honestae.  
TERPSICHORE.  
Regni clementia custos.  
ERATO.  
Parendo imperat.  
CALLIOPE.  
Aurea sors regum est, & velle & posse bear.  
URANIA.  
Non vinci potis est, neque fingi regia virtus.  
POLYHYMNIA.  
Patiens fit principis auris.  
Apollo sitting in the midst of them was clad in Crimson taffata, covered with some pearl of gold, with a bowdricke like the Rainbow, a Mantle of tissue knit together above his left shoulder, his head was crowned with Laurel, with locks long and like gold; he presented the King with a book.  
Where the great street contracteth itself, at the descent of the Eastern Gate of the Town, did an Arch arise of height .... of breadth .... the face of this represented a Heaven, into the which appeared his Majesty's ascendant Virgo, she was beautified with six and twenty stars, after that order that they are in their constellatioune.  
One of them being of the first magnitude, the rest of the third and fourth; by her was written Habet quantum aether habebat.  
Beneath on the earth lay the Titanes prostrate, with Mountains over them, as when they attempted to bandy against the gods; their word was on the Frieze.  Moniti ne temnite divos. 
The Chapter show the three Parcaes, where was written, 
Thy life was kept till these three Sisters spun  
Their threads of gold, and then thy life begun.   
The Stand discovered the seven Planets sitting on a Throne, and Endymion. Saturn in a sad blue Mantle embroidered with golden flames, his Girdle was like a Snake biting his tail, his Scutcheon bare Spondeo digna tuis ingentibus omnia coeptis.  
jupiter was in a Mantle of silver, embroidered with Lilies and Violets, his Scutcheon bare Sat mihi fit Coelum, post haec tua fulmina sunto.  
Mars, his hair and beard red, a Sword at his side, had his robe of deep crimson Taffata, embroidered with Wolves and Horses, his head bore a Helmet, and his Scutcheon, Per tela, per hosts.  
The Sun had a Crown of flowers on his head, as Marigolds, and Panses, and a Tissue Mantle, his Scutcheon bare, Imperium sine fine dedi.  
Venus had the attire of her head rising like parts in a Coronet, and roses, she was in a mantle of green Damask embroidered with Doves, instead of her Caestus she wore a scarf of divers colours, her word Nullas recipit tua gloria metas.  
Mercury had a Dressing on his head of particoloured flowers, his Mantle particoloured, his word Fata aspera rumps.  
The Moon had the attire of her head, like an half Moon or Crescent of pearl; her Mantle was sad Damasse Frenzend with silver, embroidered with Chameleons and Gourds, her word Consequitur quodcunque petit.  
At a corner of the Theatre, from out a Verdant Grove came Endymion, he was apparelled like a Shepherd in a long Coat of crimson velvet coming over his knee; he had a wreath of flowers upon his head, his hair was curled, and long; in his hand he bore a Sheep-hook, on his legs were Buskins of gilt Leather: These before the King had this actioune.  

Endymion.  
Roused from the Latmian Cave, where many years  
That Empress of the lowest of the Sphaenes,  
Who cheers the night, and kept me hid, apart  
From mortal wights, to ease her love-sick heart,  
As young as when she did me first enclose  
As fresh in beauty as the Maying rose,  
Endymion; that whilom kept my Flocks  
Upon jonas flowery hills and rocks,  
And warbling sweet lays to my Cynthea's beams,  
Out-sang the Swannets of Meander's streams;  
To whom (for Guerdon) she heavens secret bars  
Made open, taught the paths and powers of Stars;  
By this dear Ladies strict commandment  
To celebrate this day I here am sent:  
But whether is this heaven, which stars do crown,  
Or are heavens flaming splendours here come down,  
To beautify this neither world with me?  
Such state and glory did e'er Shepherd see?  
My wits my sense mistrust, and stay amazed,  
No eye on fairer objects ever gazed,  
Sure this is heaven, for every wandering star,  
Forsaking those great orbs where whirled they are,  
All dismal sad aspects abandoning,  
Are here assembled to greet some darling;  
Nor is it strange if they heavens hight neglect,  
Unwonted worth produceth like effect,  
Then this it is, thy presence (royal youth)  
Hath brought them here within an Azymuth,  
To tell by me (their Herald) coming things▪  
And what each Fate to her stern distaff sings;  
Heavens volume to unclasp, waste pages spread,  
Mysterious golden cyphers clear to read,  
Hear then the augur of the future days  
And all the starry Senate of the Says;  
For what is firm decreed in heaven above  
In vain on earth strive mortals to improve.   

Saturn.  
TO fair hopes to give reins now is it time,  
And soar as high as just desires may climb;  
O Halcyonean, clear, and happy day,  
From sorry wights let sorrow fly away,  
And vex Antarctic climes, great Britain's woes  
Vanish, joy now in her Zenith glows,  
The old Leucadian Syth-bearing Sire  
(Though cold) for thee feels flames of sweet desire,  
And many lufters at a perfect height  
Shall keep thy Sceptres majesty, as bright  
And strong in power and glory every way,  
As when thy peerless Parent did it sway,  
ne'er turning wrinkled in times endless length,  
But on in her first beauty, youthful strength,  
Like thy rare mind, which steadfast as the Pole  
Still fixed stands, however Spheres do role;  
More, to enchant thy favours, this thy reign  
His age of gold he shall restore again,  
Love, justice, Honour, Innocence renew,  
men's spirits with white simplicity endue,  
Make all to live in plenty's ceaseless store  
With equal shares, not wishing to have more;  
Then shall not cold the ploughmen's hopes beguile,  
On earth shall sky with lovely glances smile,  
Untilled, which shall each flower and herb bring forth,  
And with fair gardens make of equal worth;  
Life (long) shall not be thralled to mortal deats,  
Thus heavens decree, so have ordained the Fates.   

jove.  
DElight of heaven, sole honour of the earth,  
jove (courting thine ascendant) at thy birth  
Proclaimed thee a King, and made it true,  
That Emperies should to thy worth be due,  
He gave thee what was good, and what was great,  
What did belong to love, and what to state,  
Rare gifts whose ardours turn the hearts of all,  
Like tunder when flint atoms on it fall;  
The Taramont which thy fair course directs,  
Shall counsels be, approved by their effects;  
justice kept low by grants, and wrongs, and jars,  
Thou shalt relieve, and crown with glistering stars,  
Whom nought save law of force could keep in awe  
Thou shalt turn Clients to the force of law,  
Thou arms shalt brandish for thine own defence,  
Wrongs to repel, and guard weak innocence,  
Which to thy last effort thou shalt uphold,  
As Oak the Ivy which it doth enfold;  
All overcome, at last thyself o'ercome,  
Thou shalt make passion yield to reason's doom:  
For smiles of fortune shall not raise thy mind,  
Nor dismal most disasters turn declined,  
True Honour shall reside within thy Court,  
Sobriety, and Truth there still resort,  
Keep promised faith thou shalt, Supercheries  
Detest, and beagling Marmosets despise,  
Thou, others to make rich, shalt not make poor  
Thyself, but if that thou mayst still give more;  
Thou shalt no Paranymph raise to high place,  
For frizzled leap, quaint pace, or painted face;  
On gorgeous raiments, womanising toys,  
The works of worms, and what a Moth destroys,  
The Maze of fools, thou shalt no treasure spend,  
Thy charge to immortality shall tend,  
Raise Palaces, and Temples vaulted high,  
Rivers o'er arch, of hospitality,  
Of Sciences the ruined Inns restore,  
With walls and ports in circle Neptune's shore,  
To new found worlds thy Fleets make hold their course,  
And find of Canada the unknown Source,  
People those Lands which pass Arabian fields  
In fragrant Wood and Musk which Zephyre yields;  
Thou feared of none, shalt not thy people fear,  
Thy people's love thy greatness shall upreare,  
Still rigour shall not shine, and mercy lower,  
What love can do thou shalt not do by power,  
New and vast taxes thou shalt not extort,  
Load heavy those thy bounty should support,  
By harmless justice graciously reform,  
Delighting more in calm than roaring storm,  
Thou shalt govern in peace as did thy Sire,  
Keep, save thine own, and kingdoms new acquire,  
Beyond Alcides' Pillars, and those bounds  
Where Alexander's fame till now resounds,  
Till thou the greatest be among the Greats;  
Thus heavens ordain, so do decree the Faits.   

Mars.  
Son of the Lion, thou of loathsome bands  
Shalt free the earth, and what ere thee withstands  
Thy noble paws shall tear, the God of Thrace  
Shall be the second, and before thy face,  
To Truth and justice, whilst thou Trophies rears,  
Armies shall fall dismayed with Panic fears,  
As when Aurora in skies azure lists  
Makes shadows vanish, doth disperse the mists,  
And in a twinkling with her opal light,  
Night's horrors checketh, putteth stars to flight,  
More to inflame thee to this noble task,  
To thee he here resigns his Sword and Cask▪  
A wall of flying Castles, armed Pines  
Shall bridge thy sea, like heaven with steel that shines,  
To aid earth's tenants by soul yokes oppressed,  
And fill with fears the great King of the West:  
To thee already Victory displays  
Her garlands twined with Olive, Oak, and Bays,  
Thy triumphs finish shall all old debates;  
Thus Heavens decree, so have ordained the Fates.   

Sun.  
WEalth, Wisdom, Glory, Pleasure, stoutest hearts,  
Religion, Laws, Hyperion imparts  
To thy just Reign, which shall far far surpass,  
Of Emperors, Kings, the best that ever was;  
Look how he dims the stars; thy glories rays,  
So darken shall the lustre of these days:  
For in fair virtues Zodiac thou shalt run,  
And in the heaven of worthies be the Sun.  
No more contemned shall hapless Learning lie;  
The maids of Pindus shall be raised high;  
For Bay and Ivy which their brows enroled,  
Thou shalt them deck with gems and shining gold;  
Thou open shalt Parnassus Crystal gates,  
Thus heavens ordain, so do decree the Fates.   

Venus.  
THe Alcidanian Queen amidst the Bays  
Shall twine her myrtles, grant thee pleasant days;  
She did make clear thy house, and with her light  
Of churelesse stars, put back the dismal spite,  
Thy Hymenaean bed fair brood shall grace,  
Which on the earth continue shall their race,  
While Flora's treasure shall the Meads endear,  
While sweet Pomona Rose-cheeked fruits shall bear,  
While Phaebes beams her brothers emulates:  
Thus Heavens decree, so have ordained the Fates.   

Mercury.  
GReat Atlas' Nephew, shall the works of peace,  
(The works of plenty) Tillage, Trade's increase,  
And Arts in times gulfs lost again restore,  
To cheer Perfection; nay, find many more,  
More perfect artists, Ciclopes in their forge  
Shall mould those brazen Tiphones, which disgorge  
From their hard bowels mettle, flame and smoke,  
Mufling the air up in a sable cloak:  
The Sea shrinks at the blow, shake doth the ground,  
The world's West corners doth the sound rebound,  
The Stygian Porter leaveth off to bark,  
Black jove appalled doth shroud him in the dark;  
Many a Typhis in adventures lost  
By new found skill shall many maiden coast,  
With thy sayle-winged Argosies find out,  
Which like the Sun shall run the earth about;  
And far beyond his paths score wavie ways,  
Cathayes Lands by Hyperborean Seas,  
He shall endue thee both in peace and war,  
With Wisdom, which then Strength is better far,  
Wealth, Honour, Arms, and Arts shall grace thy states:  
Thus Heavens ordain, so do decree the Fates.   

The Moon.  
O How the fair Queen with the golden maids,  
The Sun of night, thy happy fortunes aids,  
Though turbaned Princes for a badge her wear,  
To them she waned, to thee would full appear;  
Her Handmaid Thetis daily walks the round  
About the Delos that no force it wound,  
Then when thou left it and abroad did stray  
(Dear Pilgrim) she did straw with flowers the way,  
And turning foreign force and counsel vain,  
Thy Guard and Guido returned thee home again;  
To thee she Kingdoms, Years, Bliss did divine,  
Quailing Medusa's grim Snakes with her shine,  
Beneath thee reign Discord (fell mischiefs forge  
The bane of peoples, state and kingdom's scourge)  
Pale Envy (with the Cockatrice's eye,  
Which seeing kills, but seen doth forthwith die:)  
Malice, Deceit, Rebellion, Impudence  
Beyond the Garamants shall pack them hence,  
With every Monster that thy glory hates,  
Thus Heaven's decree, so have ordained the Fates.   

Endymion.  
THat heretofore to thy heroic mind  
Haps, (hopes not answered as they were designed:)  
O do not think it strange, times were not come,  
And these fair stars had not pronounced their doom;  
The destinies did on that day attend,  
When to this Northern Region thou should lend  
Thy cheering presence, and charged with Renown,  
Set on thy brows the Caledonian Crown;  
Thy virtues now thy just desire shall grace,  
Stern Chance shall change, and to Desert give place;  
Let this be known to all the Fates admit  
To their grave Counsel, and to every Wit  
That spies Heaven's inside; this let Sibyl's know,  
And those mad Corybants which dance and glow  
On Dindimus high tops with frantic fire:  
Let this be known to all Apollo's Choir,  
And people let it not be hid from you,  
What Mountains noise and Floods proclaim as true▪  
Where ever fame abroad his praise shall ring,  
All shall observe, and serve this blessed King   
The back face of this Arch towards the East, had the three graces drawn upon it, which were naked and in others hands; they were crowned with ears of Corn, Flowers and Grapes to signify fecundity; their word Loeto testamur Gaudia plausu.  
By them was Argos full of eyes; his word ut videam.  
Under all was written, Tales Roma fuit quondam admirata triumphos.  
The Emperor justinian appointed that the Shows and Spectacles made to Princes, should be seven for the East; on the Battlements of the East Gate, in a Coat all full of eyes and tongues, with a Trumpet in her hand (as if she would sound) stood Fame, the wings of the Bat at her, feet, a Wreath of gold on her head, and by her, Honour a person of a reverend countenance in a blue Mantle of the colour of silver, his hair broydered with silver shadowing in waves his shoulders, they were above the statue of King james, under which was written 

Placida populos in pace regebat.  
AT length we see those eyes,  
which cheer both over earth and skies,  
Now ancient Caledon  
thy beauties heighten, richest robes put on,  
and let young joys to all thy parts arise.   

Here could thy Prince still stay,  
each month should turn in May,  
We need not star nor Sun,  
save him to lengthen days and joys begun,  
sorrow and night to far climbs haste away.   

Now Majesty and Love  
combined are from above,  
Prince never Sceptre swayed  
loved subjects more, of subjects more obeyed,  
which may endure whilst heavens great orbs do move   

joys did thee always last,  
life's spark ye soon would waste,  
Grief follows sweet delight,  
as day is shadowed by sable night,  
yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past.    

EPIGRAM.  
ILlustrious Top-bough of Heroic Stem,  
Whose head is crowned with glories Anademe,  
My shallow Muse, not daring to draw near  
Bright Phoebus' burning flames in his career;  
Yet knowing surely that Apollo shines  
Upon the Dunghill, as on golden Mines:  
And knowing this, the bounty of best Kings,  
To mark the giver, not the gifted things,  
Doth boldly venture in this pompous throng  
To greet thy greatness with a welcome Song;  
And with the Pie doth Ave Caesar sing,  
While graver wits do greater Offerings bring.   

A PANEGYRICKE TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTY MONARCH CHARLES, KING of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, &c.  By WALTER FORBES. 
ADmired Phoenix, springing from those Sires,  
Whose souls the heaven, whose merit fame admires  
Whose memory is wrapped up in rolls,  
Kept by Eternity above the Poles;  
Thrice-blessed CHARLES, sprung from thy royal Sire  
Great JAMES, whose fame shall with this frame expire,  
And yet begin afresh for to be sung,  
By sacred Quires in a celestial tongue;  
O thou the Subject of this well-born thought!  
Immortal King, hast neither said nor wrought  
Any thing yet, which can detract thy praise,  
Since thou'rt more old in virtues then in days:  
Bred in the bed of honour, thou art blessed  
With rare perfections, far above the rest  
Of mortal kind: for as thy birth is great,  
So is thy mind, too high a mark for hate:  
Envy may spew her spite, yet cannot harm  
The Man, whom all the host of Heaven doth arm:  
When bright Apollo circling in his Car,  
Doth drive away the day-denuncing Star,  
His powerful rays diffuse in mortal minds  
A sweet desire of day, which straight unbinds  
Sleep-fettered-senses and his cheerful light  
Doth waste all vapours closed in cloudy night:  
So my dear Phoebus whilst Thy face doth shine  
Upon this Land, which by descent is shine  
From hundred and eight Kings, thy cheerful rays,  
Do change my nights in Haltionian days,  
And straight dissolve these frightful forms of woe,  
Which did possess my troubled thoughts ago.  
What sad affliction did my soul possess,  
When Iber's streams reflexed thy glorious face;  
My groans are turned to greetings, and my wrongs  
Are changed in hymns and sweet Syrenean songs:  
My spirit then, which for thy absence groaned,  
Rejoiceth now to see thee here enthroned.  
What greater joy can conceive, then see  
My native Prince, his native Throne supply:  
Thrice happy CHARLES with all those gifts enriched,  
Which heavens allot to Mortals, I'm bewitched  
In admiration of these royal parts,  
Which makes thee more than Monarch of men's hearts,  
My heart and hands, and all submitted here,  
Attest the Heavens that I account thee dear,  
And dearest dear of all this All: I place  
My chiefest joys in favour of thy face,  
I do not point my praises, nor this Land,  
Although rich Nature with a liberal hand  
Hath bravely decked her with all kind of things,  
Which from her womb for humane use forth springs,  
Both Pan and Pales, Pleasures, Gems and Ore,  
Which wretched worldlings for their God adore:  
I, only I, when all the World by War,  
Was boiled in blood as red as Mars' Star,  
Did safely sleep, secured from foreign Arms,  
And did disdain Bellona's loud Alarms:  
The Goths, the Danes, the Saxons here did feel,  
And Normanes fierce, the fury of my Steel:  
Here Caesar pitched his tens, and proudly thought  
His Trophies o'er our tombs to Rome have brought,  
But all in vain, his conquering hand was stayed.  
And by his troops a wall-dividing laid  
At Charon's banks, whose ruins yet may tell.  
How far in worth I did his force excel:  
And as in Mars, so in Minerva's field  
For Arms and Arts I keep rich Pallas shield,  
Did not the Germans borrow light from me,  
And France, which all posterity shall see  
Even to the fatal doom, when All's in fire,  
Then shall the records of my worth expire:  
Thus gracious CHARLES deign with a loving eye,  
The sweet desires of my pure heart to spy.  
Look with what love and with what cheerful part,  
I consecreate to thee, a loyal heart,  
My humbled knees lo! and my heaved up hands,  
The sacred oath of love from thee demands:  
Thrice Glorious CHARLES, how amiable's thy face,  
Whose loving looks my clouds of care do chase:  
I reap more joy from this thy coming here,  
Then ere Penelope of Ulysses dear,  
Who after thousand dangers did return,  
And cured those griefs, which did her bowels burn:  
O thou more worthy than Ulysses far,  
Honours bright Ray, Goodness, and Greatness, Star,  
Long did I wish to see thy sacred Face,  
My Towns and Temples with thy presence grace.  
Great joves' Vicegerent look with kind aspect  
On my Emporium EDINBURGH, direct  
No oblique Rays, accept in love her Shows,  
Her Verdant Glory which so bravely goes,  
To do thee service, all her cost compense  
With kind acceptance, with her faults dispense,  
And if in Her omission shall be found,  
Let Her Endeavours brave, Defects confound:  
If jove who all the starry Heavens doth guide,  
Delights sometimes at Creta to abide,  
As in the place, where first he sucked the air;  
And i● Apollo, Delos doth repair,  
Leaving his Claros, Tenedos behind;  
Thus since th'immortal gods have such a mind  
To Native soil, it is no wonder then  
Though Demigods be moved, and earthborn men.  
May still Great CHARLES thy Scotland Creta be,  
And Delos where thou may delight, to see  
The Naides and the Mountain Nymphs most fair,  
With unaccustomed clamours beat the Air,  
The Satyr's dance, the Corribantean Priests  
O're-joyde with joy to pulse their panting breasts:  
O what great joy, hath thy dear presence brought,  
Let all the Annals through all age be sought,  
The like was never seen, the senseless stones  
Do melt for joy, the Mountains leap at once,  
The winds are calmed, and Neptune's loudest roar  
Deaude with my shouts of joy is heard no more,  
And when the Air with thy great Name I wound,  
The Mountain's answer, and the Rocks resound,  
The Woods re-echoed, and the Floods proclaim,  
Melodious murmurs hearing of thy Name,  
The Fishes, Fowls, and Beasts are struck with wonder,  
Whilst to the clouds I tell my joys in thunder.  
Thou art my rich Palladium, while I keep  
My God and thee, I may securely sleep,  
And fear no terror nor disturbing Foe,  
Whilst I have thee to ante-vert my woe,  
God hath by nature walled me round about,  
And given me Neptune sentinel and scout,  
Whose tossed Trident threatneth death to such  
As dare in deep disdain my borders touch,  
And if by Fates I be enforced to war,  
And make my Lions roar be heard afar,  
O may it be for some such sacred cause!  
As doth subsist with Heaven and humane Laws,  
O! may it be to vindicate the wrong  
Of thy dear Sister, and her Children young,  
Whose matchless Worth and virtues merit praise  
From all which can set, sing, of sound sweet lays,  
Till she, (dear she,) be reinvest again  
With her own Rights, possessed with her demaine,  
Till she be safely situate on her Rhine,  
(And as the Moon amongst the Stars doth shine)  
Till she in greatness do exceed all those,  
Who to her glory did their rage oppose,  
Till that Sun-gazing Eagle be forced to fall  
Before her feet, and for her pardon call:  
Let's beat Alarms, and let our trumpets sound,  
Let Cornets shrill the yielding air now wound,  
Let frightful shouts of Soldiers pierce the sky,  
And reach the convexe of Olympus' high  
Above the thundering clouds, let noises make,  
The soaring Eagle for fear of CHARLES to shake.  
Let Vienn's walls astonished with our cry  
Like stubble before the fire, fall down and fly  
Scattered with winds of his revenging wrath,  
Who in his hand hath power of life and death.  
Let Rome with her seven hills be shaken too,  
And at thy Name O CHARLES obedient bow.  
(Heaven grant I may victorious still return,  
Drunk with the blood of Foes sleep in the Urn  
Of my Ancestors, whose Manes shall be glad,  
When it shall be to future ages said  
That I in worth did so exceed them far,  
As doth the Sun in light each little star.)  
O may thy Ensigns ever be displayed!  
O may my hearr and hand be ne'er dismayed  
In thy defence, till all the world adore  
Thy dreadful name from Vesper till Aurore.  
Thine be the Night and Day, may stars bright shine,  
And Planets wander o'er no Land but thine,  
And when by Death thou shalt shut up thy days,  
Thy memory shall still inherit praise,  
And after age shall Obelisks upreare,  
In which thy worth and virtues shall appear,  
High Phanes and Temples shall by thy name be called,  
And thou among th'immortal Gods installed  
Shalt see the Offerings and the yearly vows  
Posterity unto thy fame allows.  
Religious rites and games for thee erected,  
Shall show on earth how much thou wast respected.  
FINIS.