GRAMPIVS GRATVLATION To his high and mighty MONARCH, KING CHARLES. By WILLIAM DOUGLAS.  
unica vicinis toties pulsata procellis,  
Externi immunis domini.   

To his sacred majesty.  

THis hom-bred strain( great PRINCE) those lowly lays,  
Which from affections deep abysm doth spring,  
The aged Grampius to thy Throne would bring:  
But conscious of his rash attempt he stays.  
he seeks a shelter for his weak assays;  
And he, who Monarchs tragic lives did sing,  
Makes this unworthy worthy of a King:  
And crownes old Grampius brows with Ochell bays,  
Who shrouds himself' neth Alexanders shield,  
Knowing this mite may wrong thy praises shrine,  
This smoke thy virtues golden altar stain:  
Yet thus to climb Parnassus he did yield,  
Since such a rare Moecenas was commander,  
Who both an Homer is, and Alexander.    

GRAMPIVS GRATVLATION.  

TWO hundreth lustres twice are all out-driven  
turned in the ever-rolling wheels of Heaven,  
Since to my never conqu'red diadem,  
First sprung the roote of one continuate steme.  
Though long before that time Gathelus race  
possessed mine Islands, and did court my face.  
Both Romans, Britons, Saxons, Picts and Danes,  
goths, Vandals, Normans forced their anxious brains  
By martiall means to undermine my state,  
And trained their troops for to oppose my fate:  
Yet maugre all, my trophies ever stood,  
I dyed my streaming ensigns in their blood:  
With Picts faire lands my limits I augmented,  
And made Romes Monarchs with their own contented:  
Whose all down-trampling strength repeld by none,  
From frozen Thule to the torride Zon,  
I did ranverse, and only I the spate  
Of their victorious standards did rebeate.  
Vnstein'd as yet a Maiden crown I carry,  
Such is my lote in matters military.   

But now behold some change, some enterprise:  
go to, go to brave martiall Scots arise,  
me think encroaching nigh I do espy  
Like glit'ring meteors reilling through the sky,  
A gorgeous people, marching in my sight,  
Whose eyes, with wonder ravished, do delight  
To gaze upon some golden man, whom jove  
Hath sent like Mercure to declare his love.  
So came that valiant Prince, when he did bring  
From Poiteirs bloody field the captive King.  
So that brave King from Agincourts great fight,  
And so that royal Sheepeherd when in sight  
he brought the giants head. The people sound,  
With loud applauses deaving Heaven and ground:  
Hither they tend, amid my Courts they throng,  
And crown great Caesar, Caesar, is their song.   

What may this mean? Shall strangers so molest  
My state, and in my Throne themselves invest?  
Did ever I with purpur rob adorn  
A man, who was not in my bowels born?  
Or did I ever yet install a King,  
Who from the line of Fergus did not spring?  
Shall my unconquered Caledonian crown  
Lose now her ancient glory and renown?   

No, no, where bee these minds, that strength, that store  
Of stout Herculean hearts wee hear of yore?  
Sound trumpets shrill, beate boysteous drums alarms,  
Set fires on high, and call for arms, arms, arms.   

But stay, perhaps my dim and aged eye  
Not rightly prying puts my wits awry:  
Is this not great Apollo coming North,  
To view his Delos on the Douns of Forth?  
Is this not CHARLES, the son of sacred james,  
To whom not tiber, Rhean, nor Seyn, nor Thames,  
But Forth first homage made when he was born,  
As gang doth to the baby sun at morn?  
Sing joyful paeans while ye Skies do ring,  
For this is CHARLES, great CHARLES our native King.   

See how this vawlted universal frame  
Congratulats with all within the same:  
Heavens, earth, and air applaud in bright array,  
And Neptune seams to solemnize this day.  
Great Phoebus northward doth his chariot role,  
To bring brave CHARLES unto the artactick pole.  
fellows wife and sister doth her hall prepaire,  
And him invites with pure and temperate air.  
Fierce Boreas doth his boisterous blasts sequester,  
And drowns in deeps his blustering tents tapester.  
Flora in garments white, rid, green and blew,  
Doth scorn the parti-colord Iris hue.  
The crocean flower spreads with more ample grace,  
Because shee finds two suns imbeame her face:  
And faire Narcissus doth his head advance,  
To see this Isles first CHARLES, tenth Charles of France;  
And gazeth on his shade in English shield,  
If it may contrare metamorphose yield.  
amid our meads go tripping on the ground  
The Nymphs, and milk-white Naids in a round:  
With light-foote Dryads, fauns a measure keeping,  
And Phaethons sisters leave their amber weeping:  
The Thracian minstrel strains his warbling strings,  
And in deep descant Philomela sings.  
Peneian Daphne riseth by the roote  
At the sweet quiv'ring crotchets of the Lute:  
Immured Niobe new senses takes,  
hear this melodious song, and motion makes.   

The Hunties goddesse sports her in the woods,  
And leaves Gargaphia for the Scotish floods,  
Shee comes all graithed in her gaming gear,  
With brave King CHARLES to rouse the fallow dear.  
amid which train clothed in vermilion die  
Set on a chariot of the azure sky  
fellows brain-bred daughter holds a graver trace:  
Because shee mindes first to salute his grace:  
Who comes for to admire his judgements Throne,  
As Shebas queen came to King Salomon:  
All those with one applauding voice do sing,  
hail CHARLES the great, hail Britaines bravest King.   

But O behold! an other sight I see,  
Which with amazing joy enchants mine eye:  
There is a mount, Parnassus hill by name,  
On whose two tops of universal famed  
Did harbour once the sacred sisters nine,  
And to harmonious lays their quills combine:  
But now behind Arthurus choicer mountain  
They have found forth a more delicious fountain,  
They'l taste no more weak Heliconian water,  
But try if spain or hungary bee better:  
From high Edina do they beate the skies,  
With winged praises, and applauding cries;  
Framing a triple roll of rare renown,  
To grace the guerdon of a triple crown.  
To whose sweet lays resounding Echoes ring,  
hail CHARLES the great, hail Britaines bravest King.   

Now since the Heavens, the Earth, the air, and Sea,  
And Gods, and Nymphs, and Muses do agree,  
O peerless Prince! thy praises to proclaim,  
And parallel thee with the arch of famed,  
Shall not thy Grampian ground, thy brazen wall,  
My native sons, thy valiant people all,  
Shall they not sing? Shall they not shoute for joy,  
When they do Caesar to his Courts convoy?  
Shall not the clamour of their clang'ring cry  
Hatch thousand echoes in the empty sky?  
Shall they not triumph in receiving thee,  
And bless the day of thy nativity?   

Scarce was thou swaddled, and did touch the tate,  
When Fortune caveld with the threefold Fate:  
For shee supposed that Prince should have the crown,  
Who now inthrond is 'bove both Sun and moon.  
If you had eyes( said Clotho) you should know  
Our fatal distaff doth not presage so;  
On Rome two Caesars can not well conteene,  
And never Phoenix hath a Phoenix seen.  
The elder shall the greater world inherit,  
The younger doth this lesser all demerit.  
To whom said Fortune. If your fatal power  
Will force that budding rose fall in his flower;  
Your horrid edicts shall not CHARLES appall,  
Till I those radiant crownes on him let fall.   

When lustres five from hence the spheres shall turn,  
And james as Iulius in the Heavens shall burn;  
The lion read, and Lybbards three shall bee,  
Bold badges of his britain monarchy,  
Narcissus beauty shall 'allure his eyes,  
And the sweet sounding harp his ears shall please,  
And by rare virtue CHARLES shall surely gain  
A greater famed than ever Charle le main.   

With which the fates incensed, did reply.  
By no blind chance, but by our just decree,  
To crownes and sceptres men can bee advanced,  
Although some ancient stoics half intranced,  
Preferment, riches, empires, hight of blood,  
To bee fortunae bona did conclude:  
For by the sequel of this short narration,  
Wee prove these kingdoms are of our donation.   

There is a Marble ston, which bears our name,  
Of ancient note, and never dying famed:  
In time of Moses in proud Pharoes land,  
From worlds first framing hide till then did stand:  
This ston great Gathell through the deeps did carry,  
So soon as King-bred Scota he did mary;  
And on that shore he first did strike his sail,  
Which yet from him entitled port Gathel.  
Now with this destiny that ston wee graced,  
That Scots should ring where ev'r it should bee placed:  
So Hyber Scota' er elder son did reign,  
And was enstald of Lusitania King.  
But here the Scots did so increase in spain,  
Gallicia could them all not well contain.   

A fruitful iceland in the Ocean sea,  
Twixt Albion and Iberia doth ly:  
here did Hymecus with a mighty band  
Of best appointed Scottish Souldiers land:  
Where to immortalize great Hybers famed,  
he called the land Hybernia from his name.  
But while successors to Hymaecus fail  
And furious foes their fronteirs do assail,  
Brave simon Brecus from Iberia brings  
This fatal chair to destinate their reigns:  
Yet did their number so their bounds exceed,  
To reinlarge their limits they have need.  
They hoist their sails, and first no further strive,  
But on North Albions AEbuds did arrive:  
Till from Ierna came that man divine,  
Of hundreth nine Kings who began the line:  
At whose approach the Britones set on fire,  
do 'gainst him and his twofold Scots conspire:  
( For his Ierni Scoti thousands ten  
joined with their brethren the Scot-albin men)  
So to repel them from the continent;  
King Coilus hath his Briton forces bent:  
And at that riyer( called Dune) arrayes  
His men in battle order, and displays  
His colours; yet those Britons gote the foil,  
And Coilus death did name the country Kyle.  
Then valiant Fergus placed the fatal chire  
In Argathile, first seat of Scots empire;  
Where he did reign as royal Scots commander,  
In time of Macedonian Alexander:  
Three hundreth thirty yeares which computation  
Makes Scotlands crown preceede CHRISTS incarnation.  
In Berigon their Kings were first invested,  
And sign in Scone when Berigon detasted,  
The Picts were foiled, and banishd from those lands,  
By second Kenneth, and his martiall bands.  
And then to Scone this Marble chary they bring,  
Wherein they used for to install their King:  
On which in old characters now unkend,  
By our immortal finger this was penned,  
Ni fallat fatum, Scoti quocunque locatum  
Invenient lapidem regnare tenentur ibidem.  
But lo first Edward minding to delude  
The fates, did Scotland of this ston denude:  
Thinking that spoil which hence he did convoy,  
Had been Palladium, Scotland had been Troy:  
But where men cute the passage fates to stay,  
Wee make that same the course, that same the way.  
Englands first Edward did transport this ston,  
Scotlands first CHARLES shall sit on Englands Throne:   

Those crownes our edicts void of all mutation  
do cause, not your inconstant dispensation.  
This said, the fatal sisters made an end,  
And chargd'e blind Fortune never to attend  
With her State-turning wheel upon that crown,  
Which must hold equal date with Sun and moon.  
O mighty Monarch! now the day shall bee,  
Which aged Grampius often wished to see,  
That such a Prince sprung from my loins were known,  
Who last of seventeen Crownes should take his own;  
Even thou the last of many Kings renowned,  
Yet first King ever here was to bee crowned.  
Even thou the sovereign whom my sons obey,  
Love, serve, and fear, and fellow will alway:  
Even thou the only King that lives in peace,  
The only Iason of this golden fleece;  
Thou sits and smyles to see the world in steer,  
And when thou lists thou puts them all in fear:  
Thy Sea-gods swim, and make old Proteus wonder,  
To see such winged wooden forts forth thunder.  
To thy two worlds west Ocean is a wall,  
And Mars doth marshell the indwellers all:  
Uncomprehended great triunall jove  
Combines thy bounds in grace, faith, peace, and love:  
he makes my sons sound forth such caroling,  
hail CHARLES the great, hail Britaines bravest King.   

Let painted Sean vaunt of her flowery Throne,  
And of her rainbow coloured fields, whereon  
Soft breathing musked Zephyrs slide amain,  
And curl the amorous verdure of each plain:  
Yet to thy lion shee did often mone,  
When thy three Libards trampled on her Throne:  
So though her Tempe shades like Eden shine,  
dethroned shee hath been, and enthroned by thine.   

Let China of innumerable towns,  
Constantinoples oriental crownes  
Brag of their golden mountaines, spacious fields,  
And of a shore, which pearls and rubies yields;  
Yet none of those great Monarchs Heavens do tender,  
To bear the glorious name of Faiths defender.   

Let spain boast of her earth-imbracing crown,  
On whose dominions Sun goeth never down:  
Yet blood and rapine her empire did rear,  
Which stands by rapine, blood, constraint, and fear.  
But thou 'mongst Kings, most like the King of Kings,  
bower an unconquered virgin kingdom rings;  
And thy right hand doth greatest sceptres move,  
Not gote by bloody treachery, but by love.  
thyself a Prince not of tyrannick mind,  
But to thy subjects loving mild and kind:  
Who never yet with blood hast stained thy Throne;  
But mercy sits with open wings thereon.:  
Love all-imbracing, mercy sparing rods,  
In which two chiefly men bee like the gods.  
O then great Prince come harbour in mine heart,  
And never hence from thine old Grampius part.  
Mine head Edina shall thine head adorn,  
With diadem thy fathers wore beforn,  
An hundreth Kings, and eight that crown defended,  
Which unto thee unconquered hath descended.  
In this thine ancient city thou shalt see  
The truest gem of pure divinity.  
The ornate senate orderly conveen'd,  
With Tullies more than ever Rome contein'd.  
The fasces furnished with civility,  
With Minos justice, Catoes gravity:  
The gallants, whose brave musters may declare,  
They bee the children of the God of war.  
Within the circuit of an hour they'l show  
Ten thousand warlike citicens and more,  
All reir'd in shining helms, and glancing shields,  
Far pushing picks the bulwark of the fields,  
Skie-threatning shot, the child of death last born,  
Which angry fellows fire thundering claps doth scorn,  
All of their stout ancestors martiall stamp,  
Might quench the pride of the imperial camp:  
Who to thy Throne those salutations bring,  
hail CHARLES the great, hail Britaines bravest King.   

Though Isis glory may thine heart entice,  
Her greatness charm thy will, enchant thine eyes,  
That thine own city thou no more adorn,  
Nor view those ancient bownes where thou was born:  
Yet what so-ev'r 'allure thee, think upon  
Thine old Edina, and thy native Throne,  
Who though thy chair of State to ind remove,  
Should plain thine absence, but not change her love.   

Wouldst thou here stay, and spend the pleasant houres  
Beside thy predecessors bones and bowers;  
Then should I sing, then should I often pray,  
Such golden time may never turn away.  
May never AEthon from the Orient ind  
Repast or' pose in Western Thetis find.  
May never the jeate-black courteins of the night  
Bee drawn from Antipods to cloud our light?  
May never Phoebus to the Buck decline,  
But ay twixt Cancer and Astraea shine?  
May never after loving CHARLES disdain  
To leave Corona for the Charle-la-waine.  
pity I pray our Hyperborean frost,  
Our long long shadow fra thou leave our cost.  
pity those Orphans who begin to groan,  
And do already thy departure mone.  
In sable night Apolloes love may lower,  
Yet looks to morrow like a fragrant flower.  
But ah! old Grampius never more will spread,  
If once again he 'gin to droupe his head:  
My hoary hairs shall bee entombed with woe,  
If Iacobs Benjamin away will go.   

But if the furious fates will force such pain,  
And Phoebus must in Thetis dive again,  
Yet leave some prime-star of thy love for light,  
While thine Aurore again expel my night,  
Till when, and now, and in all coming ages,  
So long as Nereus on thy limits rages,  
So long as Vesper doth the day divide,  
Or round about the Pole Bootes slide,  
With thee and thine my constancy and faith  
Shall bide, as blood is ever joined with breath.  
And with my vow this lasting wish coheres,  
Thine age may parallel old Grampius yeares.    

TRITACROSTICHON.  

COme, and behold, King best in worlds vast Frame,  
How SCOTLAND I, In thee ENGLAND Rejoises:  
A Land as yet never conqu'red how I Am,  
Round about earths ball Great herald famed forth Noises.  
like as true Love O KING thy crown doth Cover,  
Even so doth Love far far thy march Extend,  
So ENGLAND, and broad bounds of Britain Over  
Stands thy rich Throne Reird, which true love doth Fend.  
Then let this Isle In after times Intend  
Of ruined jars trophies of peace to rear,  
Whereby the World amid their wars may Lend  
A little blink New britain to Admire;  
remembering that Now's one King where twice Nine  
Their bloody broils Exerc'd. O change Divine!    

GRAMPIVS REGRATE AT the departure of his majesty.  

AH Reader! pause a while, and with the eyes of pity  
Behold how soon my songs of joy turn in a tragic ditty:  
here I lament the lose of what I newly gained,  
The presence of my loving Prince which hath not long remained.  
Hei me why have I been thus paradiz'd in joy?  
To bee so soon plunged in the main deluge of all annoy.  
Not so the posting spheres out-drive the flowery spring,  
But by a slow serpenting place the gray haired winter bring.  
But scarce had I well viewed whom long I wished to see,  
When like a lightning he did pass in twinkling of an eye.  
So doth a poor man dream he fangs the Indian treasure,  
But when he doth awake, his dream is past, so is his pleasure:  
So to the love sick Nymph, her dreams of love bring harms,  
When shee awakes, and finds him gone lay dalying in her arms.  
If this my soon spent joy may not be called a dream,  
Yet of a true reality 'tis but a glance or gleame.  
The drudging clown by use can swallow all annoys,  
Not capable of divine mirth or of heroic joys.  
But they who on small glance of Tabors joys did gain,  
wished that they never might descend into the noisome plain:  
Had I the nectar of his presence never tasted,  
I could haue well the used gull of absence now digested:  
But I of late who triumphed on Suns flamming chair,  
Am cast down in Eridanus; could water quenches fire.  
Yet what? Not me alone this paleness doth appall,  
But even a change is in the face of all within this All:  
The Heavens begin to weep, the imber months appear,  
The very senseless things themselves do change their wonted cheer:  
The Sea doth roar amain, the Sun doth lose his heat,  
The pleasant groves& arbours shake their pomp among their feet.  
And who within short time list to behold my face,  
Shall see a snow-whytwinding sheet me round about embrace.   

WHilst I did view those courts of late minacd the sky,  
Which now like silent Hermit halls alone deserted ly,  
I did my sad complaint this elegy begin,  
But lo mine eyes did drown in tears, sighs, boistred so within,  
That from my trembling hand the quivering pen did fall  
At my Parnassus Ochells feet where all the muses dwell:  
Whair Helicon is turned in Dovens lively spring,  
And where Apollo with more skill this ditty may forth bring.   
FINIS.