The Emblem of Our KING; And of the SCOTS and ENGLISH PARLIAMENTS: A POEM 
Dulce et Decorum est pro Patriâ mori.  Horatius.  
By a well Wisher to King, and Parliaments.  
Regum timendorum in proprios greges  
Reges in ipsos Imperium est Jovis.  Horatius. 
Ecce silet Maris unda, silent et flamina venti  
Haud tamen intra nostra silent precordia curae.  Theocritus 
Honour fugacem perseq●●●●● 〈◊〉  
Fugit sequacem: si fugis occupat  
Ut Umbra, venantesque ludit  
Niliacâ Crocodile alga.  Hermanus Hugo. 
Vive, Vale, si quid novisti rectius istis,  
Candidus imperti: si non, his utere mecum.  Horatius 
EDINBURGH, Printed by John Reid 1700.   


The PROEMIUM, OR INTRODUCTION.  

(1)  
IF King's by Birth and Right do not mantain  
Their Crowns and Sceptres, and by Love do Reign;  
If David, Saul or Solomon did Sway  
Their Sceptres by their Subject's word obey,  
And not by the Decree of GOD alone:  
Let Angles Call Three Parliaments in One.   

(2)  
N Nothing is found in Scripture to Defend  
Or yet a Shadow to this Thame extend;  
That Kings be Governed by a Parliament;  
Except a Council given us be of Trent:  
For Samuel surely by GOD's sure Decree  
Anointed Saul a Monarch for to be   

(3)  
G Goodness alone of Love and Charity  
And great Compassion moved the Trinity,  
To come from their Abyss of Happiness,  
And make the Fabric of this Universe;  
Who could have lived perpetually in Bliss,  
Without our Praises or a ficunt born Wish.   

(4)  
R Rich was this Love of GOD (the Blessed Three)  
But our Redemption by Immanuel see;  
The first (to wit Creation) was but Love,  
The second only the Extent doth prove:  
A third then take with you, a Noah's Race,  
How Providence Governs all here by Grace.   

(5)  
A At last shall I Commemorate Christ's Death  
Who died upon a Cross for Mortal Breath;  
Who took upon him our Mortality  
And was an Emblem of Humility,  
Who, (sin excepted) paralleled a Man  
In likeness, yet in Graces bore the Van.   

(6)  
T This GOD has kept His Church from Peter's time  
In Chains of Gold, most perfect, through the Rhine,  
And France and Rome and Flanders, Germany  
Do Harbour Papists to a vast degree:  
Yet Scotland, England, Ireland do possess  
St John's Religion free of Munick Mass.   

(7)  
I Ingratitude, by all Men hatted be;  
To whom (next unto GOD) our Liberty  
Doth Scotland, England, and Old Ireland to  
But unto Great King William humbly owe?  
Let Thanks to GOD, and Honour to the King  
Our Parliaments and our Assemblies Sing.   

(8)  
T Then let the King, his Majesty Condole  
The loss of our Great Northern Arctic Pole,  
Our Caledonian and our Albion Fleet,  
And come and view, how Scotland now doth weep,  
For Providence's Procedure ' 'gainst the Trade  
Whose rising would have made thy Subjects glad.   

(9)  
U Unto Despair, Poor SCOTLAND fainteth now,  
And longs to see thy MAJESTY to do  
It Right, and Justice, in a Purer-Sense,  
Than Faint-Addresses sent with Reverence.  
Since no Petitions by Our COMPANY,  
Can move the Angles, with SCOTS to agree.   

(10)  
D Danger and Loss, and Grief, and Fear prevail,  
Of DARIEN TRADE, of Our St. Andrews Sail,  
Of Edinburghs-Burning, and Kirk Registers,  
Of Parliament's- Adjournments, are Our Cares;  
Come, Noble Hero, most Illustrious KING,  
Sail o'er the Main, and take a Turtles-Wing.   

(11)  
E Except thy yet more Pressing-hot Affairs,  
Detain Thee not in Holland, Loo, thy Fears;  
Come down to SCOTLAND, and be Crowned here  
Let no Advice Suspend Thee, nor a Tear:  
But come like Alexander, kind Serene,  
Thy MAJESTY, and Court we'll Entertain.    

SCOTLAND'S first Address to the KING.  
IF I had Clouds, and could the same Preserve,  
Nothing from Fears should cause my Motion Swerve;  
Grant me the Treasures of the Main to keep,  
Rich Floods of Tears, will Testify, I Weep;  
And shall my Grief, be quarrelous or Mute,  
To Pray to GOD, who sees me Destitute!  
If little shows my Face, my Minds intent,  
Then Smile when Grieved, when Pleased, I will Lament.  
Unless my Groans, my Sighs, and Tears the KING,  
Dispel, and Cause our City's Bells to Ring,  
Enter my Sorrows now and mount the Wing.   

Scotland's, or Africa Companies second Address to the King.  
IF it be Vain Our Losses to Deplore,  
Now Tears are empty, let us Weep no more,  
Go tell thy KING, thy Mind and thy Desire,  
Reason the Matter, Charity will inspire,  
A Generous Soul to listen, hear and say,  
Thy Modest Suit, (ADDRESSES) well obey,  
If it be Vain, thy other Pains to tell,  
Till Thy Address, with Mounting Wings can Sail,  
Under Thy Cover, Shelter thou thine Head  
Deny to Speak, but look as Thou were Dead,  
Except Thy Wounds a PARLIAMENT Remeid.   

Scotland's, or African-Company's Third and last Address to His Majesty, presented by the Lord Ross, and others.  
IF all my Sufferings no Compassion move,  
Nor yet persuade the Angles Us to Love;  
Good GOD Protect us, KING and Parliament!  
Recoil, O SCOTLAND, View thy Banishment:  
Ah! if Our Sorrows had a Parallel,  
Taught by Example, I should bear them well,  
If my base Slavery is alone my Blame,  
Then less to be Bewailed with Tears, than shame,  
Under this Took by Magic, am I bound?  
Do Sun, Moon, Stars, in Circle go the Round,  
Except I Move and Act, I'll gain no Ground.   

A DIALOGUE, Betwixt KING, House of PEERS, the PARLIAMFNT, and House of COMMONS. called Burrows by the Author.  

KInd Council, Peers, and Parliament. You see,  
I'm Deafed with Sighs of Scotland's Misery;  
Now solve me where to fix my Doubtful Love,  
Grant me my Wish, or let my Pity Move.   

PRince, King, Dread Sovereign, Monarch of our Lands,  
And sole Protector of Our Hearts and Hands;  
Reason, Religion, Faith, Love, Charity,  
Lie hid to England, if it lose Piety:  
If we can ne'er Embrace Scots in our Arms  
And ne'er be darted by their Wounds and Charms;  
Must generous England ever Soar above  
Extremely silent and yet ardent Love?  
No surely: let the King grant their Request,  
That kind led Fires of Love within our Breast.   

BEnign, Kind Monarch of our Lands and Hearts  
Unto thy Goodness we owe Trade and Arts;  
Religion, freedom from the Mass and Charm  
Rising from four pound Proselyts to harm:  

Oh! come and view our Cities; Crown thyself.  
Why we be Loyal, though we have no Wealth.  
Scotland's poor soil will not prejudge thy Health     

The Author's Wish or Desiderium.  
Desires are faint yet Languishing they be,  
Even when possessed they cannot satisfy.  
Sorrow and Fear torment the Soul by turns,  
If both concur, behold the Fever burns.  
Distance and Absence may retard our Love  
Even present Joy our Constancy doth prove.  
Reason and Wit a kindly Sympathy  
Endued with Love also with Charity,  
Under my Cross or Comfort shall excel  
More than they who like China proudly swell.    
FINIS.