On the Death of the most sadly, ever to be deplored, Most Illustrious, Right Honourable, JAMES LORD MARQUIS of MONTROSE, etc.  
Funeral Elegy.  

TOgether Rendezvouz, you Watery Clouds,  
Distil yourselves into Tears bitter Floods;  
A new Deluge, whereby you may Compose  
To weep the Death of th'Marquess of Montrose:   

Death, Death, I'll not dyve in Thy Origine,  
Let Divines judge, how Thou at first came in:  
Vagrant, Ubiquiter, through th'world does roam;  
Yet in each House, still present is at Home:  
Though Uncreated, Lifeless, yet to Thee,  
The Lord of Life, on Cross did yielder be;  
Though Thou the Wages be of Sin, 'tis strange  
On th' innocent Thy Wrath should bear revenge;  
In Sickness-Bed, has stolen upon that Heart,  
In Field with Sword could have outdared Thy Dart:  
The Mount has Levelled, where the Rose did grow,  
From Foes Wound-wrinkles kept old Albion's Brow,  
Which brings all Flowers within our Paradise  
Into a mourning withered sad disguise;  
A dismal loss unto the Age does bring  
Long before Summer, plucked in the Spring;  
The Royal-Thistle causing to be sad  
To see His Darling Rose so soon to fade,  
Whose Fragrancy did please the Lion's Scent,  
His Guardian, for whom life would have spent;  
For whom our lower Ranks of Subject's Groans,  
The highers ears fills with unwonted Moans;  
Princes and Peers together seem to strive  
For Thee, the deepest sorrow to contrive:  
A general grief does all the Land ov'rspread,  
It's Love and Joy, with Death's dark Veil is called,  
By Albany ought never be forgot,  
Crowns-Royal-Line endeavoured to promote:  
When that in War engaged was 'gainst France,  
In England did a Scottish: Troop advance:  
Most quick Engine, with Arms and Arts acquaint,  
To Camp and College was an Ornament;  
In Van led Royal-Guard with such a Grace,  
Raised Courage in each Guarders Breast and Face;  
In Cathredal desired the Mitre shine  
As well as Wars, observed Church-Discipline:  
Nature's choice Jewel of Nobility,  
Enlived, and honoured Magnanimity,   

On State-Stage early flourishing aspired,  
Young Matchivilian, by the old admired,  
In Council known, a perfect sober Wit,  
Betimes called thereto, CHARLES thought requisite:  
Keeped secrecy as Clam-shels Closs Entire,  
Councils designs to know, defied the Air:  
Both Prudence and true Gallantry maintained,  
The ways of Emulation much disdained,  
Th' Elixir of all highborn Eminence,  
Fraught with both Heaven and Earth's Intelligence,  
In either, no thing is but Thou did know;  
The Centre of all Worthiness did show,  
This in a quiet way, did make appear;  
Scorned of a Victims Sacrifice to hear.  
On Self-opiniators could not look,  
Resolved with Reason what Thou undertook.  
For Country's public Safety, ever stood;  
Did before Greatness, study to be Good:  
Plots and Conspiracies abhorred so,  
Was to Rebellion a most severe Foe.   

As Thy Grandsire this Character did Merit,  
A Loyal-subject of Casarean Spirit:  
His Valour had, that razed Adrian's Wall,  
Broke Abercorns; Severus Pride made fall.   

Chief of Grames Name, who always have been great,  
Has seventy one Kings Served in War and State;  
Has Thirteen hundred twenty seven years stood;  
With whom King Fergus-Second, Matched in Blood:  
To Royalty may say, Truth to discover.  
To King Eugenius-Second Bred Queen-Mother.  
Thy Jovial House, turns now the House of Woe,  
No Heart of Stone unbroke, can therein go:  
Alace to see thy Lady Marquis state,  
Heartless become, by this sad Stroke of Fate,  
With her young Marquis sits, whose doleful Cries,  
With Her to Join, moves all our Spheres and Skies;  
Bereaved of Her dear Lord, twixt whom was Love,  
That Imitate Heaven's Hierarchy above.  
Ah! ah! young Marquis in Thy Bud, to see  
Of Thy Paternal-root, Robed to be;  
By which Thy Name and House Enervat are,  
Of Chief and Master, of both who had Care:   

Chronologizers Theme t'enlarge long Story,  
The Soul of Virtue now is gone to Glory.   
M. M.