WATSON'S Choice Collection O F COMIC and SERIOUS THE THREE PARTS, 1706, 1709, 1711, IN ONE VOLUME. GLASGOW: REPRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION. 1869. IMPRESSION STRICTLY LIMITED TO 165 COPIES (lO OF WHICH ARE ON LARGE PAPER). MAURICE OGLE & CO., i Royal Exchange Square, Glasgow. M'CORQUODALE & CO., PRINTERS, 85 & 89 Maxwell Street, Glasgow. NOTE TO THE SUBSCRIBERS. THE work known as " Watson's Collection" has long been " extremely scarce," and when a copy has occurred for sale, could only be obtained at an increasingly extravagant price. To meet the demand thus indicated, and render this important work accessible to the growing class of Book Collectors, the present limited fac simile reprint was projected j and for the cordial support which it has received from the lovers of our early Scots Literature, who have so promptly subscribed, acknowledgment and thanks are here tendered by THE PUBLISHERS. GLASGOW, Oct., 1869. INTRODUCTION. IN reprinting this Collection, which, as Motherwell says,* " has preserved several interesting parcels " of our vernacular poetry," it may not be consi- dered inappropriate to furnish a few particulars regarding James Watson, to whose enterprise as printer, publisher, and probably also as compiler, we owe the original edition of this, the first com- pilation of its kind which issued from the Scottish press, and who may therefore be regarded as the pioneer of a revival of literature " in our own Native " Scots Dialect," as well as in that of the Art of Printing in Scotland, both of which had fallen into decay, in consequence of the Civil Wars. The latter had, moreover, been most injuriously affected by the " Extensiveness" of the " Royal Gift" or monopoly of King's Printer, which "one Andrew Anderson," (son of George Anderson, the first printer in Glasgow), in consideration of the " pay- ment of a composition in Exchequer, and other "weighty reasons" f had succeeded, Anno 1671, in obtaining for a period of " Forty-one Years." " By " this Gift," says Watson, " the Art of Printing in " this Kingdom got a dead Stroke ; for by it no " printer could print anything, from a Bible to a tf Ballad, without Mr. Anderson's Licence." From the same source, viz., " The Publisher's " Preface" to " The History of the Art of Printing," a work translated from the French, and issued by * Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern, 1827, Introduction, page bx. f Vide Acta Sec. Concil, March 14, 1701. VI Watson as a sixpenny pamphlet, in ^713, we learn that the choice of profession followed by him, and probably in no small degree his success therein, resulted from the liberality of his grandfather, and of his father, as the latter, who was originally a mer- chant in Aberdeen, appears to have had his first connection with printing through his advancing " Money to thrice the Value of all they had in " the World" to two Dutch printers who had been brought to Edinburgh, in the first instance, as " Workmen," and who, after several mutations, had acquired the printing establishment, but had become involved in difficulties through the extent of their purchase, " and the ill Payment of most of " their Employers." From the pamphlet referred to, we also learn that Watson's father befriended the Dutchmen, " From " mere Compassion to them as Strangers, and " being," as he says, " my Mother's Countrymen." In return, " they made over the Printing House" to their benefactor, who appears, in his turn, to have speedily got into difficulties, as, in 1685-6, his land- lady, for mails (rent) due by him, poinded his press and goods, but he had them removed to Holy rood, where he also retired, and thus procured for him- self and them the privilege of sanctuary. In this conjuncture " He went to Court, to demand," says Watson, " a Debt due to my Grandfather, of Money " lent King Charles II. in his Exile. But finding it " could not be paid at that Time, and having now " got too great a Concern in Printing, crav'd a Gift " of being the Sole Printer of Almanacks in Scotland y " which he obtained , and was also made Printer to " his Majesty's Family and Household, for which " he was to have a Salary of loo lib. Sttr. per An- " num. He dy'd Anno 1687, when I was young, " whom he had design'd to be bred a Printer ; and " brought a Good Workman, for that End, from vii " Abroad. Before his Death, he obtain'd a Gift in " my Favour of being King's Printer, after the ex- " piry of Mr. Anderson's Gift ; but by his Death, " it was neglected to pass the Seals. "In October, 1687, Pe ter Bruce (or Bruschii), " an Ingineer, a German by Birth, who brought in " the Water to the Wells in Edinburgh, by an order '* from the then Chancellor, took Possession of my " Father's Printing-House. But the Mob, at the " Revolution, and a pretended Creditor of the " Dutch-Mem (who long before were divested of " all their Right in favour of my Father) carried '* away the Printing-House, brevi manu, and the " pretended Creditor sold it to the Society of Sta- '* tioners." "In 1695" Watson "set up," and was soon doomed to experience the evils of his then perilous calling, as he was apprehended and imprisoned for having printed a book entitled " Scotland's Grievance respecting Darien." He did not, however, long remain in prison, for a rumour having reached Edinburgh, on ipth June, 1700, that the Spaniards had attacked the Scots colonists of Darien, but had been signally routed, these glad tidings raised such a tumult of joy that a large mob quickly assembled, kindled bonfires, forced the citizens to illuminate their windows, and broke the windows of those who declined to manifest their pleasure in this manner. A portion of the mob also forced an entrance into the house of Sir James Stewart, the King's Advocate, and compelled him to sign a warrant for liberating Paterson (no doubt the indefatigable projector of the Darien scheme) and Watson, while another portion of the mob, still more zealous, without waiting for such quasi-legal means of liberation, assaulted the prison, forced an entrance, and set free Paterson, Watson, and the other prisoners. As Watson prudently abstained vin from obtruding himself upon public attention, after this opportune outbreak, until the public feeling sub- sided, Mrs, Anderson, who, on her husband's death, in 1676, had succeeded to his monopoly, and who, in the exercise of it, had " persecuted all the printers u in Scotland," availed herself of these proceed- ings, and, as stated by Watson, " prevailed with " the Magistrates of Edinburgh to discharge" his "Working for some time-, and in 1 70 1 obtain' d " a Warrant from the Privy Council, on a false fr< Representation, to shut up " his " Work-House. " But upon a full Information, given in by" him " to the Lords of Privy Council (wherein all the " printers in Edinburgh concurr'd)^ and a debate " in presence of their Lordships, she was so well " exposed that she made no attempt afterwards of u that kind." Her allegations, were that Watson had been bred a Papist, that he printed Popish and Jacobitical Books, that he had been several times prosecuted, had fled from Justice, and that to enable him to carry on business he had recanted his popish principles and turned Protestant. " In A.D. 1699, an Edinburgh Gazette was pub- " lished by authority, by James Watson,"* and on February 19, 1705, the first number of "The " Edinburgh Courant," a tri-weekly newspaper, was issued, of which Mr. Adam Boig was the " enter- " priser," and u James Watson,, in Craig's Close," the " undertaker" of the printing. It consisted " of " a small folio, in double columns," and contained " about as much matter as a single column of a " newspaper of moderate size."t On the near approach of the expiration of Mrs. Anderson's patent, Watson opened a negotiation with Robert Freebairn, a printer in Edinburgh, with the view of obtaining for themselves the office of King's * Arnot's History of Edinburgh. Chap. IV., p. 455. j: Charabers's Domestic Annals of Scotland, Vol. III., p. 3H- IX Printers for Scotland. He seems to have rested some claim to the privilege on the fact of the King's concession to his father in 1685, which had not passed the Seals. Freebairn entered into the project, and it was agreed that application for the patent should be made in his name. A formal agreement was entered into along with John Baskett (Queen's Printer for England), by which Freebairn, Watson, and Baskett were each to have one-third of the patent, if obtained. Their efforts were successful, and in August, 1711, Freebairn obtained the Queen's warrant for the appointment to himself, his heirs, partners, assignees, or substitutes, for 41 years, and the patent passed the Seals in October the same year, which is also distinguished in the annals of printing as the year in which Baskett printed, at Oxford, his celebrated " Vinegar Bible." In 1713 Watson issued the " History of Printing," to which reference has already been made, and from the introduction to which, or as he styles it, " The " Publisher's Preface to the Printer's in Scotland,"* the preceding autobiographic extracts have been derived. Watson, also, therein refers "to the Gift " lately obtain'd from Her Majesty," and apologeti- cally explains " That tho' Mrs. Anderson had enjoy'd " her extensive Grant upwards of Forty years, and " was become rich and old ; yet she left no Stone " unturn'd to procure a new one : Which Mr. Free- ' l bairn and I being appris'd of, used our Interest (for " the Ease and Relief of our selves and the other " Printers) to get a Patent in our own Favours, " which we happily obtain'd. You had no Reason " to dread ill Consequences from this Gift, which " is far less extensive than Mr. Anderson's, and * In this Preface he gives a very interesting account of Printing in Scotland, from the earliest times down to his own day, forming a most valuable contribution to the materials for a history of this art in Scotland. " gives much greater Liberty to all other Printers. " And I am very hopeful, the Art of Printing " shall lose nothing by Her Majesty's Favour to us." But Watson's old enemy, Mrs. Anderson, was not yet done with him, as by working on the avarice of Freebairn, and arranging to become his partner, they, in conjunction with Baskett, combined to represent the late patent " as void, and solicited a warrant "for a new Gift, for the purpose of annulling the " right of Watson, who printed much better than " either."* A lawsuit arose in consequence, and after the customary " law's delay," the Court of Session decided, in June, 1715, in Watson's favour, and, on appeal to the House of Lords, this judgment was affirmed. On the breaking out of the Rebellion in 1715, Freebairn declared for King James the Eighth, " retired to Perth, and set up as the Pretender's " printer there, with the instruments the rebels had " Drought out of the printing-house at Aberdeen."! In consequence of this act of treason to the Hano- verian succession, Freebairn forfeited his patent, and a new one, for a like term of 41 years, was gifted in 1716 to Baskett in conjunction with the indefatigable Mrs. Anderson. But if by this fresh combination they expected to extinguish Watson, their hopes were not realized, and, singular to say, even Freebairn was permitted to resume his right as Printer to King George and his successors, who continued to employ Robert Freebairn, and his assignees, as printers, till the year 1752. Several of the most distinguished Scottish writers have highly commended Watson for the excellence and accuracy of his printing. For instance, " in " speaking of the time which succeeded the expira- * Lee's Memorial for the Bible Societies, note, p. 179. t Rae's History of the Rebellion, 1715. XI tion of Mrs. Anderson's first patent/' Principal Lee remarks that " it would be injustice to an " enterprising and ingenious man to pass over in " silence his neat and carefully executed editions of " the Bible some of which have never since been " excelled. Four or five editions of small sizes, "printed in 1715, 1716, 1719, and 1722, are " deservedly in great request. His Folio of 1722 " is also much esteemed. This man, having been " persecuted by his rivals, was provoked to do his " utmost to excel them. How much he surpassed " them in the beauty of his work, is obvious at first " sight. But he was also incomparably more 1 ' studious of accuracy than any of his contemporaries " in the same office."* Principal Lee, as evidence of the pains taken by Watson to secure accuracy, recapitulates certain pro- ceedings in connection with an application made by the latter in the year 1717, to the General Assembly Commission, regarding the printing of the Church Standards, and of the Holy Scriptures. The Com- mission approved " a proposal tending so much to " the honour of religion," and appointed a committee of "ministers and elders" to supervise the texts. The result was the publication in (1719-22) of "A " Collection of Confessions of Faith, Catechisms, " Directories, Books of Discipline, &c., of public u authority in the Church of Scotland, commonly '* known by the name of Dunlop's Confessions," and of various editions of the Bible printed between the years 1719 and 1722. The Folio Bible printed in 1722 being specially mentioned by Principal Lee as " generally valued" on account of its " accuracy."* But Watson was not wholly occupied with the printing of Church Standards and of Bibles, as in addition to other and more bulky works,f we find * Lee's Memorial, pp. 187-193. t See General Index, (17.) (17.), and " gives much greater Liberty to all other Printers. " And I am very hopeful, the Art of Printing " shall lose nothing by Her Majesty's Favour to " us." But Watson's old enemy, Mrs. Anderson, was not yet done with him, as by working on the avarice of Freebairn, and arranging to become his partner, they, in conjunction with Baskett, combined to represent the late patent " as void, and solicited a warrant "for a new Gift, for the purpose of annulling the " right of Watson, who printed much better than " either."* A lawsuit arose in consequence, and after the customary " law's delay," the Court of Session decided, in June, 1715, in Watson's favour, and, on appeal to the House of Lords, this judgment was affirmed. On the breaking out of the Rebellion in 1715, Freebairn declared for King James the Eighth, " retired to Perth, and set up as the Pretender's " printer there, with the instruments the rebels had " brought out of the printing-house at Aberdeen."! In consequence of this act of treason to the Hano- verian succession, Freebairn forfeited his patent, and a new one, for a like term of 41 years, was gifted in 1716 to Baskett in conjunction with the indefatigable Mrs. Anderson. But if by this fresh combination they expected to extinguish Watson, their hopes were not realized, and, singular to say, even Freebairn was permitted to resume his right as Printer to King George and his successors, who continued to employ Robert Freebairn, and his assignees, as printers, till the year 1752. Several of the most distinguished Scottish writers have highly commended Watson for the excellence and accuracy of his printing. For instance, "in " speaking of the time which succeeded the expira- * Lee's Memorial for the Bible Societies, note, p. 179. t Rae's History of the Rebellion, 1715. XI " tion of Mrs. Anderson's first patent," Principal Lee remarks that " it would be injustice to an " enterprising and ingenious man to pass over in " silence his neat and carefully executed editions of " the Bible some of 'which have never since been ft excelled. Four or five editions of small sizes, "printed in 1715, 1716, 1719, and 1722, are " deservedly in great request. His Folio of 1722 " is also much esteemed. This man, having been " persecuted by his rivals, was provoked to do his " utmost to excel them. How much he surpassed " them in the beauty of his work, is obvious at first " sight. But he was also incomparably more " studious of accuracy than any of his contemporaries " in the same office."* Principal Lee, as evidence of the pains taken by Watson to secure accuracy, recapitulates certain pro- ceedings in connection with an application made by the latter in the year 1717, to the General Assembly Commission, regarding the printing of the Church Standards, and of the Holy Scriptures. The Com- mission approved " a proposal tending so much to " the honour of religion," and appointed a committee of " ministers and elders" to supervise the texts. The result was the publication in (1719-22) of " A " Collection of Confessions of Faith, Catechisms, " Directories, Books of Discipline, &c., of public " authority in the Church of Scotland, commonly " known by the name of Dunlop's Confessions," and of various editions of the Bible printed between the years 1719 and 1722. The Folio Bible printed in 1722 being specially mentioned by Principal Lee as " generally valued" on account of its a accuracy."* But Watson was not wholly occupied with the printing of Church Standards and of Bibles, as in addition to other and more bulky works, f we find * Lee's Memorial, pp. 187-193. t See General Index, (17.) (27.), and (28.) Xll issuing from his press, in 1718, a very neat reprint in 1 2 mo, of u The Famous Hisfbry of the Renown* d and Valiant Prince, Robert , sir named the Bruce, King of Scotland:" by Patrick Gordon, Gentleman ; the first edition of which work had been printed at Dort, 1615. And, in 1719, in 12 pp. folio, the celebrated Ballad or Poem entitled HARDYKNUTE ; A FRAGMENT. Watson set up his first printing house in Warriston Close, north side of High Street, but in 1697 he removed to Craig's Close, opposite the Cross, where he continued to print while he lived, and after his death it was long called "The King's Printing tc House." In 1709 he opened a bookseller's shop, " next door to the Red Lion, opposite to the " Luckenbooths," which faced St. Giles' Church, High Street, which shop he continued to occupy dur- ing the remainder of his chequered life. He died on 24th September, 1722, and was buried in the Grey- friars Churchyard, his obituary in the newspapers styling him, as does his celebrated Folio Bible of the same year, " His Majesty's Printer." Notwithstanding the persecutions of Mrs. Anderson, and other rivals, his business appears to have proved lucrative, as may reasonably be inferred from the following obituary notice which appeared in the Edinburgh Evening Courant, of 26th August, 1731 "Last Tuesday, " died Mrs. Heriot, late the widow of Mr. James " Watson, His Majesty's Printer, by whom she had " a very considerable estate, a great part of which " comes to her present husband." Our best thanks are due to Mr. David Laing for several suggestions, kindly furnished by him during the course of the work through the press. R. A. GLASGOW, Sept., 1869. GENERAL INDEX. THE quotations initialed A. C. have been extracted from " An Introduction to the History of Poetry in Scotland," by Alexander Campbell, 1798, 4to a work of which " 90 copies only" were " printed." Pages 151-65 of said work contain " a notice in detail " of " the contents " of Watson's Collection. PART I. PAGE 1. Christ's Kirk on the Green, i " Composed (as was supposed)," the ist edition, as here reprinted, states, "by King James V." (1512-42), but the 2nd edition (1713) substitutes " King James I." (1394-1436). It appears in the Bannatyne MS. (1568), where it is ascribed to James I., and in the Maitland Folio MS. (1555-86), but without author's name. The earliest known printed edition appeared anno 1 663, and in 1691 an edition with notes was published by Bishop Gibson, which latter edition Watson appears to have followed. Authorities differ as to the author- ship. 2. The Blythesome Wedding, ... 8 " The first of the Sangs of the Lowlands to be met with in print." A. C., p. 10. 3. The Banishment of Poverty, . . .II (i.) Is usually ascribed to Francis Sempill of Bel- trees, (obiit. 1682); and (3.) is unquestionably his production. See infra (8.) and (48.) XIV 4. Lintoun Address to the Prince of Orange, 17 By Alexander Pennecuik, M.D., of Newhall, Edin- burghshire (1652-1722"). It exists as a Broadside, dated 1689, and is contained in his "Description of Tweeddale and Curious Collection of Select Scotish Poems." Edinburgh, 1715. 4to. 5. The Poor Client's Complaint, . . .21 Translated from the Latin of Buchanan, by An- drew Sinapsone, Episcopale Minister," as is certified by a curious MS. note on a Broadside copy of the poem, in the Advocate's Library. Simpsone wisely relin- quished preaching and took to printing. He wrote a curious book on the patriarchs, in verse, entitled " Tripatriarchicon, &c. Edinburgh, printed by the Author, 1705." A work esteemed by the book col- lector for its rarity, and by the book reader for its absurdity. 6. The Speech of a Fife Laird, . . . 25 7. Habbie Simson, the Piper of Kilbarchan, 32 " Standard Habbie." So styled by Ramsay from its form of stanza being adopted as a standard for much of our subsequent Scots poetry. 8. Epitaph on Sanny Briggs, . . 3^ (7.) Certainly, and (8.) probably, written by Robert Sempill of Beltrees (1595-1668), father of Francis Sempill. Mr. David Laing possesses two early Broad- side copies of (7.), in both of which the second last verse is omitted. See ante (2.) and (3.), and infra (48.) For particulars regarding " The Poems of the Sem- pills of Beltrees," see " First Collected Edition, with Notes and Biographical Notices of their Lives. Edin. 1849." 9. The Mare of Collingtoun, by P. D., . 39 A " piece of considerable merit." A. C., p. 155. lo. The Last Dying Words of Bonny Heck, 68 "A pretty little pathetic piece of poetry as ever was written." A. C., p. 155. By Lieut. William Hamilton of Gibertfield (1670-1751), poetical corre- spondent of Allan Ramsay, and author of the modern- ised and vulgarised version of " Henry's Wallace." For Sibbald's opinion of (7."), (9.) and (10.), see Chronicle of Scottish Poetry, vol. iv., p. xlv. XV Six Poems, (H-) to (16.) inclusive, by Captain Alexander Montgomery (15 to 16 ). See also infra (33-) u Three of his productions, namely, Echo, the Flyting, and the Cherrie and the Slae, are quoted in arbra and Meg, And there will be blincht GilHe- e whimple and peuter-fac't flitching Joug. And there will be Happer-ars'd Nanfie and Fairie fac'd Jeanie be name, Gleed Katie and fat lugged Lifie the Lafs with the gauden wamb. Fy let us all &c. And there will be Girn-again Gibbie and his glaked Wife Jeanie Bell, And miflie-chin'd flyting Geordie the* Lad that was Skipper himfell ; There'll be all the Lads and the Lafles fet down in the midft of the Ha, B With _ With Sybows and Rifarts and Carlings, that are both fodden and ra Fy let us all &c. -s There will be Tartan, Dragen and Brachen, and fouth of good gappoks of Skate, Pow-Sodie, and Drammock, and Crowdie and callour Nout-feet in a Plate ; And there will be Partans, and Buckies, Speldens, and Haddocks anew, And fmg'd Sheep-heads, and a Haggize and Scadlips to fup till ye're fow. Fy let us all &c. There will be good lapper'd-milk Kebucks and Sowens and Farles, and Baps, And Swats, and fcraped Paunches, and Brandie in Stoups and in Caps. And there will be Meal-Kail and Caftocks, and Skink to fup till you rive, And Rofts to roft on a Brander, of Flouks that was taken alive. Fy let us all &c. Scrapt Haddocks, Wilks, Dulfe and Tangle, and a Mill of good Snizing to prie, When wearie with Eating and Drinking we'll rife up and Dance till we die. Fy let us all to the Briddel, for there 'will be lilting there, For JockieV to be Married to Maggie, the Lafs with the gauden Hair. FINIS. ( II ) The Banifliment of Poverty, B y J. D. of ALB ANT. POx fa that poultring Poverty Wae worth the time that I him faw, Since firft he laid his Fang on me My felf from him I dought ne're draw : His wink to me hath been a Law, He haunts me like a penny-dog, Of him I ftand far greater awe Than Pupil does of Pedagogue. The firft time that he met with me Was at a Clachen in the Weft, Its name, I trow Kill arch an be, Where Rabbits Drones blew many a blaft. There we fhook hands cald be his caft, An ill dead may that Cuftron die : For there he gripped me right faft When firft I fell in Cautionrie. But yet in hopes to be reliev'd And free'd from that foul ledly Lown, Fernzier when Whigs were ill mifchiev'd And forc'd to fling their weapons down. When we chas'd them from Glafgow Town I with that Swinger thought to grapple, But when Indemnity came down The Laydron caught me by the Thraple. B 2 But But yet in hopes of more relief A race I made to Arinfreiy, Where they did bravely bulf my Beef, And made my Body black and blue: At Juftice Court I them purfue, Expedling help for their Reproof, Indemnity thought nothing due, The De'il a Farthing for my Loof. But wiming that I might ride Earl, To trot on Foot I foon would tyre, My Page allow'd me not a Beaft, I wanted Gilt to pay the Hyre ; He and I lap o're many a Syre, I heuked him at Colder-cult } -fiut long ere I came to Clypes-myre The ragged Rogue caught me a whilt. By Holland-BuJh and Brigg of Bonny We bickered down towards Bankier, We fear'd no Reavers for our Money, Nor Whilly-whaes to grip our Gear ; My tatt'red Tutor took no fear, ( Though we did travel in the Mirk ) But thought it fit, when we drew near To film a Forrage at Falkirk. No Man wou'd open me the Door, Becaufe my Comrade flood me by, They dread full ill I was right poor By my forfaken Company. But Cuninghame foon me efpy'd, By hue and hair he hail'd me in, And fwore we fhould not part fo dry, Though I were ftripped to the Skin ( 13 ) I baid all Night, but long ere Day My curft Companion bade me rife ; I ftart up foon and took the way, He needed not to bid me twice. But what to do I did advife, In Latbgow I might not fit down, On a Scots Groat we baited thrice, And in at Night to Edinburgh Town. We held the Lang-gate to Leitb-wyndj Where pooreft Purfes ufe to be, And in the Caltoun lodged fyne, Fit Quarters for fuch companie. Yet I the High-Town fain wou'd fee, But that my Comrade did difcharge, He wou'd me Blackburn's Ale to prie, And muff my Beard that was right large. The Morn I ventur'd up the Wynd, And flung' d in at the Nether-Bow, Thinking that Trooker for to tyne, Who does me dammage what he dow. His company he does beftbw On me to my great Grief and Pain, Ere I the Throng cou'd wreftle throw, The Lown was at my Heels again. I green'd to gang on the Plain-ftains To fee if Comrades wou'd me ken, We twa gaid pacing there our laines The hungry Hours 'twixt Twelve and Ane. Then I knew no way how to fen, My Guts rumbl'd like a Hurle Barrow. I din'd with Saints and Noble-Men, Ev'n fweet Saint Giles and Earl of Murray. Tykes ( H ) Tykes Teft'ment take them for their Treat, I needed not my teeth to pike, Though I was in a cruel Sweat, He fet not by, fay what I like. I call'd him Turk and traked Tyke, And weari'd him with many a Curfe, My Banes were hard like a Stane-Dyke, No Rig-Marie was in my Purfe. Kind Widow Caddel fent for me To dine, as me did oft forfooth, But oh alas, that might not be .* Her Houfe was ov'r near the Tolbooth. Yet God reward her for her Love And Kindnefs which I fe6llie fand, Moft ready ftill for my behoof Ere that Hells Hound took her in hand. I flipt my Page and ftour'd to l^ettb To try my Credit at the Wine, But foul a dribble fyl'd my Teeth, He catch'd me at the Coffee-Sign. I flaw down through the Nether-Wynd, My Lady Semples Houfe was near, To enter there was my Defign, Where Poverty durft ne're appear. I Dined there but baid not lang, My Lady fain wou'd fhelter me, But oh alas, I needs muft gang And leave that comely Company. Her Lad convoy'd me with her Key Out through the Garden to the Fiels, Ere I the Links could graithly fee, My Governour was at rny Heels. I ( '5 ) I dought not dance to Pipe nor Harp ; I had no Stock for Cards nor Dice ; But I fure to Sir William Sharp, Who never made his Counfel nice. That little man he is right wife, And fharp as any Brier can be, He bravely gave we his Advice How I might poifon Poverty. Quoth he there grows hard by the Dial In Hattotfs Garden bright and fheen, A foveraign Herb call'd Penny-Royal, Which all the year grows frefh and green. Could ye but gather it fair and clean, Your Bufinefs would go the better, But let account of it be feen To the Phyficians of Exchequer. Or if that Ticket ye bring with you, Come unto me, you need not fear ; For I fome of that Herb can give you Which I have planted this fame Year. Your Page it will caufe difappear Who waits on you againft your will, To gather it I mall you lear In my own Yards of Stonny-bill. But when I dred that wou'd not work, I overthought me of a Wile How I might at my leifure lurk, My gracelefs Guardain to beguile. It's but my galloping a Mile Through Canongate with little Lofs, Till I have Sanctuary a while Within the Girth of Abbay-clofs. There ( 16 ) There I wan in, and blyth was I When to the Inner-Court I drew, My Governour I did defy x For joy I clapt my Wings and Crew. There Meflengers dare not purfue, Nor with their Wans Mens Shoulders fleer, There dwells diftrefled Lairds enough In peace, though they have little Gear. I had not tarried an Hour or two When my bleft Fortune was to fee A fight, fure by the mights of Mary, Of that brave Duke of Albany. Where one blink of his princely Eye Put that foul Foundling to the Flight, Frae me he banifh'd Poverty, And made him take his laft Good-night. FINIS. LIN- ( '7 ) Lintoun Addrefs, ToHisHighnefs thePnnce ^ORANGE. PROLOGUE. Victorious Sir, Jlill faithful to thy Word, Who conquers more byKindnefs than by Sword'. As thy Artec/tors brave, with Mat chiefs Vigour, Caused Hogen, Mogen, make fo great a Figure ; So thou that art Great Britain's only Mofes, To guard our Martial Thiftle with the Rofes, The dif cords of the Harp in Tune to bring, And curb the Pride o/'Lillies in the Spring: Permit, Great Sir, Poor Us, among the Prefs, In humble Terms to make this blunt Addrefs, In Limping v erf e-, for as Your Highnefs knows, You have goodjlore ofNonfence, elfe in Profe. SIR, firft of all, That it may pleafe, Your Highnefs, to give us an Eafe Of our Oppreffions more or lefs, Especially that Knave the Cefs ; And Poverty for Pity cryes, To Modifie our dear Excife : If ye'll not truft us when we fay't, Faith ! we're not able, Sir, to pay't; Which makes us figh when we fhould Sleep, And Faft when we fhould go to Meat, Yea fcarce can get it for to borrow, Yet drink we muft to floken Sorrow ; For this our grief, Sir, makes us now Sleep feldom found till we be Fow ; C Sir, r is ) Sir, let no needlefs Forces ftand, To plague this poor, but Valiant Land. And let no Rhetorick procure Penfions, but only to the Poor, That Spend-thrift Courtiers get no fhare, To make the King's Exchequer bare. Then, Valiant Sir, we beg at Large, You will free Quarters quite difcharge: We live upon the King's hye Street, And fcarce a day we mifs fome Cheat ; For Horfe and Foot as they come by, Sir, be they Hungry, Cold or Dry, They Eat, and Drink, and burn our Peets, With Fiend a Farthing in their B reeks, Zteftroy our Hay, and prefs our Horfe, Whiles break our Heads, and that is worfe, Confume both Men and Horfes meat, And make both Wives and Bairns to Greet. By what is faid, Your Highnefs may Judge if two /Stipends we can pay ; And therefore if Ye wifh us well, You muft with all fpeed reconcile Two jangling Sons of the fame Mother, Eliot and Hay with one another. Pardon us, Sir, for all your wit, We fear that prove a kittle Put, Which tho the wifer fort Condole, Our Lintoun Wives ftill blow the Coal, And no Man here, as well we ken, Would have us all John Tbomfons Men. Sir, it was faid ere we was born, Who blows beft, bear away the Horn, And r 19 ) And he that lives and preaches beft, Should win the Pulpit from the reft. The next Petition that we make, Is, That for brave Earl Teviofs fake, Who had great kindnefs for this place, You'l move the Duke our M after 's Grace To put a Knock upon our Steeple, To hew the Hours to Country People ; For we that live into the Town Our fight grows fhort by Sun go down; And charge him, Sir, our Street to mend, And Caufey it from end to end ; Pay but the Workmen for their Pains, And we fhall jointly lead the Stanes, In cafe Your Highnefs put him to 't, Our Mercat Cuftoms well may do't, For of himfelf he is not Rafh, Becaufe he wants the ready Cam ; For if Your Highnefs for fome Reafons, Should Honour Lintoun with your prefence, Your Milk-white Palfrey would turn Brown, Ere ye Ride half out through the Town, And that would put upon our Name, A blot of everlafting Shame, Who are reputed honeft Fellows, And ftout as ever William Wallace. Laftly, Great Sir, difcharge us all To go to Court without a Call, .Difcharge Laird Ifaac and YLog-yards James Gifford and the Lintoun Lairds, Old William Younger and Geordie Pur die, James Dowglafs^ Scrogs^ and little Swordie, C 2 And ( 20 ) And Englifh Andrew, who has Skill, To knap at every word fo well, Let King-Seat ftay for the Town-head, Till that old peevifh Wilfe be Dead, And that they go on no pretence To put this place to great Expence, Nor yet fhall Contribute their /Share, To any who are going there, To ftrive to be the greateft Minion, Or plead for this or that Opinion ; If we have any thing to fpare Poor Widows they fhould be our Care, The Fatherlefs, the Blind, and Lame, Who ftarve, yet for to beg think fhame. So Farewell, Sir, here is no Treafon, But wealth of Ryme, and part of Reafon .- And for to fave fome needlefs coft, We fend this our Addrefs by Poft. EPILOGUE. ^THrice Noble Orange, BleJ/ed be the time, Such fairFruit prof per d in o^rNorthren Clyme, Whofe Sweet and Cor dial Joyce affords us Matter, And Saufe to make our Capons Eat the better. Long may tbou Thriv e, and Jiill thy Arms advance; Till England fend an Orange into France : Well guarded thro proudN&^VL^waves, and then Whaf sfweet to us, may prove four Saufe to them: As England doth, fo CALEDONIA boajls ; Sheljight 'with Orange,/?/- the LORD ofHoJls, And tho the Tyrant hath unfheath 1 dhis S f word\ Fy ! fear him not, he never kept his Word. FINIS. THE r THE Poor Client's Complaint. Done out of BUCHANAN. COlin, by Promife, being oblig'd to pay Me fuch a Sum, betwixt and fuch a day : lask'd it, he refus'd it: I addreft Aulus the Lawyer ; He reply'd, it's beft To Sue him at the Law, I'll make him Debtor; Your Caufe is good, there cannot be a better. Being thus advis'd away to Pete I trudge, Pray him, and pay him to befpeak the Judge : Engag'd thus far, be't better be it worfe I muft proceed, and thus I do depurfe, For writing Summons, Signing, Signeting With a red Plaifter and a Paper Ring; For Summoning the Principal, and then For Citing Witnefles to fay Amen, For Executions, ( alias Indorfations ) For Tabling, Calling with Continuations : Next for Confulting Aulus and his Man ; ( For he muft be Confulted now and thenj For Pleading in the Outter-Houfe and Inner From Ten to Twelve, then Aulus goes to Dinner : More r 22 ) For writing Bills, for reading them, for Anfwers More dubious than thofe of Necromancers. For Interlocutors, for little ^IcJs ; For large Decreets, and their as large Extracts. For Homings, for difcuffing of Sufpenfions, Full ftufPd with Lies and frivolous Pretenfions; Yor^leafe yourLordJhips^nA. fuch like Petitions, For raifmg and for ferving Inhibitions, And for Comprifings or Adjudications, For their allowances for Regiftrations, And many, many, many, other at ions, Which may be fum'd up in one word Vexations. Then unexpectedly upon a fmall Defect alledg'd, Colin reduces all : We to't again, and Aulus doth disjoint The Procefs, and debates it Point by Point. The Caufe at length's concluded, but not ended, This made me wonder ! Aulus he pretended, Decreets muft not be given out at Randum, But muft abide a ferious Avifandum, Conform to Courfe of Roll; when that will be, Indeed I cannot tell, nor yet can he. (^ded Thus Aulus hath for Ten years fpace exten- The Plea, and further more I have Expended Vaft Sums, to wit, for Wafhing, Lodging, Diet, Yet feldom did I fleep or eat in quiet. YQY Coal, for Candle, Paper, Pen and Ink, (think And fuch like things, which truely one would Were infignificant, but yet they're come In ten Years fpace unto a pretty Sum. ToMaccrs, Turn-keys, Agents, Catchpoles, Petes, Servants, Sub-fervants, petty Foggers, Cheats For r 23 ) For Morning-Drinks, Four-hours, half Gills at Noon, To fit their Stomack for the Fork and Spoon, To which they go, but I poor man mean while, Slip quietly to th' Earl of Murray* s*lfte. "*oid Kirk. We meet again at Two, then to digeft Their bellyful, they'll have a Gill at leaft, Sometimes a double One ; for Brandy-wine Can only end the War call'd Inteftine : For Mum, Sack, Claret, White- win e, Pur I, Beer ,A le. ( One he would have it new, another ftale ) Both muft be pleas'd: for Pipes, Tobacco, Snuff, Twifl, Cofee, Tea, and alfo greafie Stuff CalPd Chocolate, Punch, Clarified Whey, With other Drinks, all which I duely pay : For Rolls, for Nackets, Roundabouts, Sour Cakes, For Chejhire Cheefe, frefh Butter, Cookies, Bakes, *ForPancbes, Saucers, Sheepheads, Cheats, Plack-pyes, Lamb Legs, Lamb Kernels and Lamb-Privities, Skate,Lobfters,Oyfters,MuJelsWilksNeatsTongues One he for Leeks > Beer, and Red-herring longs. This muft be had, an other doth prefer Raw-herring, Onions, Oyl, Spice, Vinegar, Rare Compofition, and he's truely forry It's not in Culpeper^s Difpenfatory : (Peafe, For Apples, Pears, Plumbs, Cherries, Nuts, Green- Dilfe, Tangles, Purjlain, Turneeps, Radifhes, With fourty other Things, I have forgot, And I'm a Villain if I pay'd them not. Moreover my Affairs at Home fuftain Both the emergent Lofs, and ceffant Gain ; Aulus himfelf terms this a double lofs, And I call him and it a triple crofs. By r 24 ) By all thefe means my Expence do furmount, Near ten times, ten times Co/in's firft Account. And now ere that I wholty be bereft, Of th' little Time and Money to me left, Fm at the length refolved thus to do, I'll fhun my Debitor and Lawyer too. And after this I never will give Credit Unto one Word, if either of them faid it. You'll ask, which of the two I'd rather fhun ? Aulus ; 'tis he, 'tis he hath me undone. I've Words from both, yet fad Experience tells, That Colin gives, but Aulus dearly fells. Tfr unwary Reader thinks perhaps that I Have pen d a Satyr e ^gainft the Faculty : *Gainft thofe who by their accurate Debates Maintain our Rights, and fettle our EJlates ; Who do their very Lungs with Pleading fpend, Us ^gainjl OppreJJors Jiifly to defend. A grofs Mi/lake ! for I'll befworn, I do Admire their Parts and their ProfeJJion too. Iwijh that Law and Lawyers both may thrive, And at the height of Grandeur^ arrive, That in all good Mens Eyes they may appear Like Burni/ht Gold both beautiful and clear. That this may be, ( and 'tis for this I pray] Ruft mufl befcourd off, Cobwebs fwept away. FINIS. r The S P E E C H of a "Fife Laird, Newly come from the Grave. WHat Accident, what ftrange Mifhap Awakes me from my Heav'nly nap ? What Sp'rit ? what God-head by the lave, Hath rais'd my Body from the Grave ? It is a Hundred Years almoft, Since I was buri'd in the Duft, And now I think that I am living, Or elfe, but doubt, my Brains are raving : Yet do I feel (while as I ftudy) The Faculties of all my Body : I Tafte, I Smell, I Touch, I Hear, I find my Sight exceeding clear : Then I'm alive, yea fure I am, I know it by my Corp'ral Frame : But in what part where I can be, My wav'ring Brains yet torture me. Once I was call'd a great Fife Laird, I dwelt not far from the Hall-yard: But who enjoys my Land and Pleugh, My Caftle, and my fine Cole-heugh : D I r 26 ) I can find out no living Man, Can tell me this, do what I can. Yet if my Mem'ry ferve me well, This is the Shire where I did dwell ; This is the Part where I was born : For fo beneath me ftands Kingborn : And thereabout the Lowmond Hill Stands as it flood yet ever ftill. There is Bruntijland, Aberdore, I fee Fife's Coaft along the Shore. Yet I am right, and for my life, This is my Native Country Fife, ! but it's long and many a year, Since laft my Feet did travel here. 1 find great Change in old Lairds Places, I know the Ground, but not the Faces, Where mall I turn me firft about, For my Acquaintance is worn out ? / this is ftrange, that ev'n in Fife, 1 do know neither Man nor Wife ; No Earl, no Lord, no Laird, no People, But Lefly and the Mark Inch-Steeple, Old Noble Weems, and that is all, I think enjoy their Fathers Hall. For from Dumfermling to Fife-nefs I do know none that doth poflefs His Grandfire's Caftles and his Tow 'rs : All is away that once was ours. Pm full of Wrath, I fcorn to tarrie, I know them no more than the Fairie: But I admire and marvel ftrange, What is the caufe of this great Change. . r V) I hear a murmuring Report, Faffing among the Common Sort : For fome fay this, and fome fay that, And others tell, I know not what : Some fay the Fife Lairds ever rues, Since they began to take the Lews: That Bargain firft did brew their Bale, As tell the honeft Men of CreiL Some do afcribe their Supplantation, Unto the Lawyers Congregation. No, but this is a falfe Suppofe ; For all things wyts that well not goes. Be what it will, there is fome Source Hath bred this univerfal Curfe ; This Tranfmigration and Earth-quake, That caus'd the Lairds of Fife to break. He that enthrones a hepherdling, He that dethrones a potent King, And he that makes a Cotter, Laird, The Baron's Bairns to delve a Yeard : Almighty, He that makes the Mountains, And brings great Rivers from fmall Fountains: It is the power of His Hand, That makes both Lords and Lairds have Land. Yet there may be as all Men knaws An Evident and well feen Caufe, A publick and a common Evil, That made the meikle Mafter devil To caft his Club all Fife throughout, And lent each Laird a deadly Rout. Mark then, I'll tell you, how it was, What way this Wonder came to pafs : D 2 It r 28 ) It fets me beft the Truth to pen, Becaufe I fear no Mortal Men. When I was born at Middle-yard weight, There was no word of Laird or Knight : The greateft Stiles of Honour then, Was to be Titl'd the Good-man. But changing Time hath chang'd the Cafe, And puts a Laird in th' Good-man's place. For Why ? my Goffip Good-man John, And honeft James, whom I think on ; When we did meet whiles at the Hawking, We us'd no Cringes but Hands making. No Bowing, Should'ring, Gambo-fcraping, No French Whittling, or Dutch gaping. We had no Garments in our Land, But what were fpun by th' Good-wife's hand: No Drap-de-berry, Cloaths of feal : No Stuffs ingrain'd in Cocheneel, No Plum, no Tiffue, Cramofie ; No China, Turky, Taffety. No proud Pyropus, Paragon, Or Ghackarally, there was none : No Figurata, or Water-chamblet : No Bifhop-fatine, or Silk-chamblet, No cloth of Gold, or Bever hats, We car'd no more for, than the Cats : No windy flowrim'd flying Feathers, No fweet permufted fhambo Leathers, No Hilt or Crampet richly hatched ; A Lance, a Sword in hand we fnatched. Such bafe and Boyifh Vanities, Did not befeem our Dignities : We ( 29 ; We were all ready and compleat, Stout for our Friends, on Horfe or Feet, True to our Prince to fried our Blood, For Kirk, and for our Common Good. Such Men we were, it is well known, As in our Chronicles are fhown, This made us dwell into our Land, And our Pofterity to ftand : But when the young Laird became vain, And went away to France and Spain , Rome raking, wandring here and there : O ! then became our bootlefs Care : Pride puft him up, becaufe he was Far travel'd, and return'd an Afs. Then muft the Laird, the Good-man's Oye, Be Knighted ftreight; and make convoy, Coach'd through the Streets with Horfes four, Foot-grooms Pafmented o'er and o'er. Himfelf cut out and flafht fo wide, Ev'n his whole fhirt his skin doth hide. Gowpherd, Gratnizied, Cloaks rare pointed, Embroider'd, lac'd, with Boots disjoynted, A Belt emboft with Gold and Purle : Falfe Hair made craftily to curie : Side Breeks be button'd o'er the Garters, Was ne'er the like feen in our Quarters. Tobacco and wine Frontinack, Potato-Pafties, Spamjh Sack, Such uncouth Food, fuch Meat and Drink, Could never in our Stomachs fink : Then muft the Grandfon fwear and fwagger, And fhow himfelf the braveft Bragger, c 30 ) A Bon-companion and a Drinker, A delicate and dainty Ginker. So is feen on't. Thefe foolifh Jigs, Hath caus'd his Worfhip fell his Rigs. My Lady, as me is a Woman, Is born a Helper to undo Man, Her Ladiship muft have a fhare, For me is Play-maker and mair ; For me invents a thoufand Toys, That Houfe and Hold and all deftroys, As Scarfs, Shephroas, Tuffs, and Rings, Fairdings, Facings, and Powderings, Rebats, Ribands, Bands and Ruffs, Lapbends, Shagbands, Cuffs and Muffs, Folding outlays, Pearling fprigs, Atrys, Vardigals, Periwigs ; Hats, Hoods, Wires and alfo Kells, Warning-balls, and perfuming /Smells : French-gows cut out and double banded, Jet Rings to make her pleafant handed ; A Fan, a Feather, Bracelets, Gloves, All new come-busks me dearly loves : For fuch trim bony Baby-clouts, Still on the Laird me greets and fhouts: Which made the Laird take up more Gear Than all the Lands or Rigs could bear. Thefe are the Emblems, that declares The Marchant's thriftlefs needlefs wares : The Tailor's curious vanitie, My Lady's Prodigalitie. This is the truth which I difcover : I do not care for Feid or Favour ; For ( 3' ) For what I was, yet ftill I am, An honeft, plain, true dealing Man ; And if thefe words of mine would mend them I care not by, though I offend them. Here is the caufe moft plainly fhown, That have our Country overthrown. It's faid of old, that other's harms, Is oftentimes the wife Man's arms ; And he is thought moft wife of all, That learns Good from his Neighbour's fall. It grieves my heart to fee this Age, I cannot flay to act more Stage : I will ingrave me in the ground, And reft there till the Trumpet found ; And if I have faid ought aftray, Which may a Meffon's mind difmay, I do appeal before the Throne Of the great Powers three in one ; The Supream Soveraignity, The Parliament of veritie. And if you think my words offends, Ye muft be there, I's make a mends. FINIS. The LIFE and DEAEH OF THE Piper ofctylbarcban O R, The Epitaph of Habbie Simfon, Who on bis dron e bore bony flags ; He made his Cheeks as red as Crimfon^ And babbed when^ he blew the Bags. Kllbarchan now may fay, alas ! For me hath loft her Game and Grace, Both Trixie, and the Maiden Trace : but what remead ? For no man can fupply his place, Hab Simfon^ dead. Now who mall play, the day it daws ? Or hunt up, when the Cock he craws ? Or who can for our Kirk-town-caufe, ftand us in ftead ? On Bagpipes fnowj no Body blaws, fen Babbie's dead. Or ( 33 ) Or wha will caufe our Shearers shear ? Wha will bend up the Brags of Weir, Bring in the Bells, or good play meir, in time of need ? Hab Simfon cou'd, what needs you fpeer ? but ( now ) he's dead. So kindly to his Neighbours neaft, At Eeltan and Saint Bar charts feaft, fk blew, and then held up his Breaft, as he were weid; But now we need not him arreft, for Habbte's dead. At Fairs he play'd before the Spear-men, All gaily graithed in their Gear Men. Steell Bonnets, Jacks, and Swords fo clear then like any Bead. Now wha mall play before fuch Weir-men, fen Habbics dead ? At Clark-plays when he wont to come ; His Pipe play'd trimly to the Drum, Like Bikes of Bees he gart it Bum, and tun'd his Reed. Now all our Pipers may fing dumb, fen Habbie^ dead. And at Horfe Races many a day, Before the Black, the Brown the Gray, Hz gart his Pipe when he did play, baith Skirl and Skreed, E Now ( 34 ) Now all fuch Paftimes quite away, fen Rabble's dead. He counted was a weiPd Wight-man, And fiercely at Foot-ball he ran : At every Game the Gree he wan, for Pith and Speed. The like of Habbie was na than, but now he's dead. And than, befides his valiant Acts, At Bridals he wan many Placks, He bobbed ay behind Fo'ks Backs, and fhook his Head. Now we want many merry Cracks, fen Hobbie' s dead. He was Convoy er of the Bride With Kittock hinging at his fide : About the Kirk he thought a Pride the Ring to lead. But now we may gae but a Guide for Babbie's dead. So well's he keeped his Decorum^ And all the Stots of Whip-meg-morum, He flew a Man, and wae's me for him, and bure the Fead ! But yet the Man wan hame before him, and was not dead ! Ay ( 35 ) Ay whan he play'd, the Lafles Leugh, To fee him Teethlefs, Auld and teugh. Ik wan his Pipes befide Borcbeugb, withoutten dread : Which after wan him Gear enough, but now he's dead, Ay whan he play'd, the Gaitlings gedder c d, And whan he fpake, the Carl bledder'd : On Sabbath days his Cap was fedder'd, a feemly Weid. In the Kirk-yeard, his Mare ftood tedder'd, where he lies dead. Alas ! for him my .Heart is fair, For of his Springs I gat a skair, At every Play, Race, Feaft and Fair, but Guile or Greed. We need not look for Pyping mair, fen Hobbies dead. FINIS. EPI- EPITAPH O N Sanny Briggs, Nephew to Hobble Simpfon, and Butler to the Laird of Kilbarchan. A Lake for evermare and wae ! To wha (hall I whan drouthie gae ? Dool, Sturt and Sorrow will me flae without remeid, For I/ardfhip ; and alake a day ! fince Sanny 's dead. O'er Buffet-Stools, and ./Taffocks tumble, O how he gart the Jutters jumble, And glowren Fow, both Reel and Rumble, and clour their Head ! Now they may Gape, and Girn, and Grumble, fince Sannjfs dead. And how he gart the Carles clatter, And blirten Fow their Bowfpreets batter, Laughen to fee them pitter-patter, Naivel and Bleed ? He ( 37 ) He was a deadly Fae to Water, but now he's dead. Wha'll jaw Ale on my drouthy Tongue, To cool the heat of Light and Lung ? Wha'll bid me when the Kaill-bell's rung. to Board me fpeed ? Wha'll fet me by the Barrel-bung, fince Sannfs dead ? Wha'll fet me dribbling be the Tapp, While winking I begin to Napp, Then lay me down and well me ZTapp, and binn my .Head ? I need na think to get yae Drap, fince Sanny's dead. Well did the Mafter-Cook and he, With Giff-gaff Gourtefie agree, With Tears as fat as Kitchen-fee drapt frae his head. Alake a day / though kind to me, yet now he's dead It very muckle did me pleafe, To fee him howk the Holland Cheefe : I kend the clinking o' his Kies in time of need. Alake a day / though kind to me, yet now he's dead. r 38.) He was as Stout as was his Steel, And gen ye'll trow he cou'd fu' well At Wapenfhaws the Younkers dreill, and bra'ly lead, Baith to the Field and frae the Field, but now he's dead. When firft I heard the waeful Knell, And Dool-ding o's Paffing-Bell, It made me Yelp, and Yeul, and Yell, and Skirl and Skreed. To Pantrie-Men I bid . Farewell, fince Sanny* dead. Faft is he bunn baith Head and Feet, And wrapped in a Winnen-fheet : Now cou'd I fit me down and Greet, but what's the need ? Shou'd I like a BelPd-Wadder Meet, fmce Sannfs dead ? POSTSCRIPT. THe Chiel came in his Roum, is Bauld, Sare be his Shins, and's Kail ay Cauld, Which gars us ay pray for the Auld, with Book and Beid. Now Lord ha Mercy on his Saul, for now he's dead. FINIS. THE r 39 ) THE MARE O F COLLINGTOUN NEWLY REVIVED. Compiled and Corrected by P. D. AN Hether Man, as I heard fay, Senfyne, I think, a week or tway, Came cantly cracking out the way, None with him but his Meir. Wha being late, he bade her ride, And with a Spur did jag her Side, But ay the filly Mare bade bide, And further wou'd not flier. 2. But lay down on the Fair High-ftreet, And fhooting out both Head and Feet, She meekly fpake thefe words fo fweet, Your Spurring will not mack it. Oft ( 40 ) Oft have I turft your Hether Crame, And born your felf right oft-times Hame, With many a toom and hungry Wame, Whan thou haft been well packit. But now is come my Fatal End, With you I may no further wend, To my fweet Huffy me commend, And all the Reft at Hame. Oft have I born that on my Banes, Hath caus'd their Beards all wag at anes : But now for me they may chew Stanes, We'll never meet again. The filly Carl for VVae he grat, And down upon his Arfe he fat : The Night was foul, he was all wat, And perifhed of Cauld. Yet with himfelf he did advife, Longer to fit he were not wife, Then pray'd the filly Meir to rife, And draw her to fome Hauld. But no more than {he had been dead, She cou'd remove her from that Stead, When he did prefs to lift her Zfead, fer Arfe fell down behind. Then in a Grief he did her hail, And drugged both at Main and Tail, And other parts he could beft wail, Then bade her take the Wind. She r 41 ) Then he did take forth of a Wallat, Some Draff, whereon this Meir did mallat, Which fiercely gart her lift her Pallat, Nor a' the reft before. She ate thereof with fae good Will, While I wat well, flic had her fill, When fhe was full, then she lay ftill, And wou'd not eat nae more : But ftart on Foot, as it wou'd be Nane being there but she and he : The Night was cauld, and bitterly, It blatter'd on o' Rain : The Carl was cauld, the footh to fay, And fain he wou'd have been away For paffed was the light of Day, And Night was cum again. Yet with himfelf he did advife, Longer to fit he war not wife,' Then pray'd the filly Meir to rife, And draw her to fum /fold. Then Fute for Fute they went togidder, But aft fhe fell the Get was flidder : Yet where to take her he did fwidder, While at the laft he would. He warily did her weife and weild, To Collingtoun-Rroom, a full gude Beild, And warmeft als in a' that Field, ^nd there he bade her hide her ; For there if Duncan apprehend thee, F With , With fare fad Stroaks indeed he'll end thee ; I pray thee, from his /^rath defend thee : Sine he fat down befide her. And faid, Good-night my Darling dear, My ^read-winner this mony a Year : Alas, that I shou'd leave thee here So wilfome of thy wain ! Dear Matter, quoth this Meir, ye shent you, For my Diftemper to torment you : Sober thy kind ^Teart, and repent you, We'll never meet again. With this they shed, as I heard fay, With mony a Shout and Wall-away, Referring to a bra new Day, To mack her Latter Will. But truly as the Cafe befel, ( ^nd here the truth I mind to tell ) They never met by twanty Ell, That purpofe to fulfil, Bj which arofe right great Diflention, Much deadly Feed and het Contention : For many of a wrang Intention, Alledg'd fum of her Gear, ^nd they, before wha never faw her, Nor in her Life did never knaw her, That they were of her Kin, did shaw her, ^s after ye shall hear. The r 43 ) The Carl gade hame a weary Groom, But fhe all Night amang the Broom Lay ftill, both weary, faint and toom, While Morn that it was Day. Then forth came Duncan on the Morrow, As he had been to ride on Sorrow, With a lang Sting, which he did borrow, . To chafe the Meir away. He hit her twa'r three Routs indeed, And bade her pafs fweith from his Stead, If thou bide here, Tie be thy dead : With that gave her a Lounder, ^Fhile Mouth and Nofe rufht out of ^lood, She ftaggard alfo where she flood : For she was tint for fau't of Food, And fae it was nae Wonder. Yet, quoth this Beaft with heavy chear, I pray you, Duncan, thole me here, Until the outcum of the Year : And then if I grow better, I shall remove, I you affure, Tho' I were nere fo Weak and Poor, ^nd feek my Meat throw Curry Moor, As faft as I can fwatter. When he perceived it was fae, That from that Part she could not gae, Into a Grief he paft her frae, ^fnd would no longer tarry, But fent Pete Peacock in a Fray For ( 44 .) For to have chafte the Meir away, With a long Cane as I heard fay : And in a feiry farry Ran to the Mill and fetcht the Lowder, Wherewith he hit her on the Shou'der, That he dang't all to drush like Powder, Hz laid it on fo ficker : Then from thefe bounds he bad her pack her, Or elfe he fwore, that he would wrack her. Then through the Meadow she did tack her, As faft as she might bicker. at the laft, the Iteaft being poor, Lang for to rin cou'd not endure, He did o'rtack her in For del Moor, ^nd pat her in a Teather : Then laid upon her /foughs and ZTeels, Commanding her to leave thefe Fields, And bad her pafs to jL^W;z-Shields, peul amang the /feather. Yet, quoth this filly fimple .Seaft, I pray you Pete hear my Requeft, Lat me remain this Night here Eaft, ^mang the .Sroom to reft me : And on the Morn I thee behight, Twa /Tours and mair before Day-light, I shall to Bavelaw tack the Flight, tell how ye ha'e dreft me. Thus Petle with her words contented, Did . Did homeward gae and fair repented, That he this beaft had faetormented, And in this manner dreft her. And me baith dolourous and wae, Came poorly creeping up the Brae, With a fare skin, baith black and blae, And there fat down to reft her. And there frae time that me fat down, For wearinefs me fell in Swown And ere me waken'd, John Calbown Came on her with a blatter, Accompany'd with auld Pakes Patoun And Richie March, who dwelt in Hatoun, And laid upon her with a Batoun, While a' her Harns did clatter. To whom this Beaft all wae began, Said, Loving honeft, guid fweet John, Lat me but this ane Night alone, And I wifh nor I worrie, Upon the Morn, be I alive, If I dow either lead or drive, With Dogs ye mall me rug and rive, If I make not for Currie. Thus he bewailing her Punition, Did leave her upon that Condition, And (he but any Requifition, Came down to the Killogie, Where me thought to have lodg'd all Night, And eafe her the beft way me might : But r 46 ) But a falfe Lown foon faw that Sight, Whofe Name was Willie Scrogie. Who came and tuik her by the Beugh, And with a Rung both auld and teugh, Laid on her, while me bled enough, And for dead left her lying Into a deadly Swown and Trance, Bewailing Fortune's Variance, Her hard Miiluck and heavie Chance, For Help and Pity crying. But what fhou'd any further fpeaking ? For all her waful Cries and Greeting, Her loving Words and fair Intreating, (^Thefe Follows were too tykedj To her they would make naeSupplie, Nor yet let her remaining be Amang them, but twa days or three, Say to them, what me liked. This filly Beaft being thus confounded, Sae deadly hurt, mifus'd and wounded, With MefTan-dogs fae chas'd and wounded, In end diredls a Letter Of Supplication with John Aird, To purchafe Licence frae the Laird, That me might bide about the Yeard, While me grew fumwhat better. But he wou'd na ways condefcend To gae the Meifage me did fend, For ( 47 .) For fear he fhou'd the Laird offend : But bade her fend John Durie. And when they war in all their Dou'ts, A Meffenger, whafe Name was Gouts, (^Vengeance light on all their Snouts, ) Came on her in a Fury. Who did tack forth his Sergeants Wand, And gave to her a ftrait Command, The felf fame Night to leave the Land, Or on the Morn to burn her. Then was this Beaft fo fare amazed, Into his Face me glour'd and gazed, And wift not well me was fo bazed, To what Hand for to turn her. But fell down on her filly Knees, And upward lifting up her Eyes, Said, Gouts, my Mifery thou fees, Wherefore do not deride it : But ponder my diftreft Eftate, How I am handled and what gate, For I may mack na mair debate: Na langer can I bide it. Then did me halt lang in Difpair, Withdraw her to a Place, even where She thought there fhould be leaft Repair, And that nane fhou'd come near her. But me got never perfedl Reft, Ga where me lik'd, me was oppreft : Wherefore in end it was thought beft, With Men awa to bear her. And r.48 ) And fo Rob Rodger in an Anger, And Will Tamfon wha ay bade hang her, By Sting and Ling they did up-bang her, And bare her down between them, To Duncan's Burn, and there but dread, They left her and came hame good fpeed : Ye wou'd have laughen well indeed, So pudled to have feen them ; For Willie Tamfon well I ween, Fell in a Pool o'er baith the Een, And ne'er a bit of him left clean, So throw the Dubs him carri'd. And Rob who took in hand to guide him, O'er both the Lugs he fell befide him, Then fta away for fhame to hide him, He was fo well begarri'd. This being done but any mair, Thefe twa they left her lying there, Suppreft with Dolour, Grief and Care, Who made this Proteftation : If any Perfon far or near Within this Parifh would compear, To lend her but ten Shillings here, Upon her Obligation. When the Cleck Geefe leave off to clatter, And Parafites to flietch and flatter, And Priefts, Maria's to pitter patter, And Thieves from Thift refrain. Or ( 49 ) Or yet again, when there fhall be Nae Water in the Ocean Sea : Then {he that Sum right thankfullie Should pay them hame again. But, oh, alas for all their Moan, In all thefe Parts there was not One, Would condefcend to give that Loan, For never ane did mean her / And fae alas ! fhe lay ftill there but Meat and Drink eight days and mair ; It wou'd have made a haill Heart fair, In that Cafe to have feen her. Yet honeft Antie in the Place, Came and beheld her pale cauld Face, And faid, for evermair, alace ! I fee the fae mifchieved : Had I known of thy wearinefs, Thy Mifery and great Diftrefs, I fhou'd have helped mair or lefs, And fo thy Straits relieved. I fhou'd have put the in the Bank, Where Nettles, Grafs and Weeds grew rank : Where well thou might have fill'd thy Flank, and fed amang the Willies : Or otherways to have rejoic'd thee, Within the Ward I might have clos'd thee, Where well thou mighteft have repos'd thee Amang the Laird's beft Fillies. G To ( 50 ) To whom the Beaft faid foberly, Sweet Miftrefs, I moft heartily Do thank you for your Courtefy, So friendly who have us'd me : Who has fae lovingly reported, And alfo fweetly me comforted : And with your Alms has me fupported, When all my Kin refus'd me : Yet mair attour, fince there is nane, To whom that I can mack my Mane, But fweet Miftrefs to you alane, Before thefe Villains gore me, Though I have neither Gier nor Gains, For to prefent you for your Pains : If it perturb not all your Brains, Yet this one thing do for me : Gae to the Cook with fpeedy haift, And rin as faft as ye were chaift, And tell that I am dead almaift, And if ye can allure him, A Dishfu' of his Broath to fend me, Which frae this cauld Night may defend me; And if it prove a Help to mend me, Upon my Word affure him, When Winter Cauld shall be but Froft. And Wives for Maft'ry shall not boaft, And Men of Law wait on but Coft, And Ufurers tack nae Gains : Or when ye shall fee Pentland Hills B'ing ( 5' ) B ing carri'd down amang Leith Mills, Then I with twanty mae good Wills. Shall pleafe him for his Pains. This Meflage Antie undertook, And fpeedily ran to the Cook, Who fand him fitting in the Nook, And as she was defired, Requefted him right earneftly To fend the filly Beaft Supply : And he again right thankfully Did as he was required, And without Grudging or Debate, Did fend a muckle Charger-plate Fu' o' good Broath hynd down the Gate, And bade her tack a care o'd : And with her fell likewife conclude, That if she thought it healthfome Fude, And if it did her ony gude, The Morn she shou'd hae mair o'd : But frae this Time this wraked Beaft Perceiv'd the Broath gae down her Breaft, Her Tongue frae crying never ceaft Till she had made Confeffion : And fae came by Sir Tamas Grant, About the Sheens who aft did haunt, Who thought, if she did Witnefs want To hear't, it were Oppreffion. G 2 Where- Wherefore he faid unto the Meir, I fee thy Death approacheth near, Then fee, that ye be very clear, For Death to mack thee ready .* For I fee by thy Vifage pale, Nathing but Death for thee but fail, As freely then tell me your Tale, As if I were your Deddie. Then up she hoov'd her hinder Heels, And faid ( when she lay in the Fiel's ) Though you with me shou'd caft the Creils And of your Help refufe me : I will naways at all think Shame, Tho't be contrar to a good Name, To you, fweet Father, to proclame, How lang time they did ufe me. My Mafter was a fimple Man, VVha had nathing, but what he wan by cadging Heather now and than .* At Bavelaw was his winning. My HufTie likewife was a Wife Ay hading into Sturt and Strife, VVha had nathing during her Life, But what she wan by Spinning. And I was tofled up and down, With Heather cadging to the Town, For fau't o' Food whils did I Swown, For a' that e'er I wan them. But I think plain Neceffitie Was ( 53 ) Was it, why fae they ufed me : Wherefore I think affuredlie, I hae nae Caufe to ban them. But yet, becaufe they us'd me fae, I thought to mack their Hearts as wae, Anes to the Butler I did gae, Poftponing ev'ry Peril : Where I fand naught but twa Sheep-breeds, Some j^aggife-bags and twa Nowt-heads, With twa'r three Pecks of Sowing-feeds, Well tramped in a Barrel. I took the Seeds which I thought beft, With ZTunger being fare oppreft, And ate of them while they mought laft, When all the Reft were fleeping. Syne privily I did me hy Into the Stable near hand by, ( Which is the Place wherein I ly ) On #ands and Feet faft creeping. But oh I dought na fleep a Wink For Drowth, but came back to the Bink, Where that I took a miekle Drink, But it was very bitter. I trow my Huffy Meg had pisht it, And up upon the Bink had disht it, Oh, if that I had never toucht it, It gart me tack the Sk ! But r 54 ) But Good John Smith, my Matter dear, Upon the Morn ere Day grew clear, Before his Wife he did compear : And faid to her, my Lady, Rife up, I pray you, with good Speed, Hang on the Sowings, for indeed I trow ye be right fcant of Bread, Some Hate-thing foon mack ready. The Wife expecting for nane ill Rafe up his Biding to fulfill, With merry Heart and right good Will, To mack for fome Provifion : But when me mift the Seeds away, She wift not what to do or fay, Cry'd many ^las, and ^Fall-away ! faid, John, in derifion I trow ye cry for your Disjoon : When were ye wont to cry fo foon ? It is your felf this deed hath done: ^nd that hath made Conclufion Of all the Seeds we got in Morton ; Or elfe it hath been glied Wil Morton. Ill be his Chance, his. Hap and Fortune, Who hath wrought this Confufion. When me was macking all this Mane, ^nd had him tauld that all was Gane, A Race to her the Carl hath tane, As faft as he might Bicker, hit her fuch a Stroak but Dread, While ( 55 ) While he thought, that fhe had been dead For he had hit her on the Head A fad Stroak and a ficker. So when with a lang heavy Rung, I did perceive my Huffie dung, I was ftanne-ftill, and held my Tbngue, ^nd felloun clofs I held me. For if they had had any Feel, That I had made them fuch a Reel, The one of them, I wat right well, But queftion wou'd have fell'd me. Now this is the warft Turn, I fay, That e're I did by Night or Day : Wherefore, fweet Father, I you pray, Since you hear my Confeffion : That in this Place before I die, You grant me Pardon chearfully, For that I wat affuredly Belangs to your Profeflion. Then fpake this Father venerable To her this Sentence comfortable, A s I a man am trowable, I fay this in fubmisfion : Since ye defire to be remitted Of all the fau'ts ye have committed, C Now furely on the head I hit it ) I grant you full Remiffion. Then ( 56 ) Then was fhe blyth, and faid, I think, That I am an begins to wink, Sweet Father now take Pen and Ink And write as I command you. For on my Credit I dare fwear, It was fome Good thing brought you here, Recorded be the Time and Year, And Day, that e'er I found you. And firft write, that it pleafeth me, My Body be folemnoufly Laid in that place with Honefty, Where ly my Predeceffors. I nominate my Mafter John And his good Brother Tarn Gillon, Executors to me alone, Thefe twa are nae Oppreflbrs. I know they will do nought but Right To me and mine, for many a Night I did them Pleafure as I might, Wherefore you may affure them. For often-times I wou'd them tack, E'en as a Chap-man doth his Pack, Upon my fillie feeble Back, throw the Dubs I bure them. I leave them therefore Power all, To meddle with Debts great and final!, -^nd with all Things in general, That any way belangs me. Firft, I am awing to Andro Rid At r 57 ) At the Waft-port for fix Gray-bread, Five Shilling, for the which indeed He and his Wife o'regangs me. And in my great Neceffitie, Tarn Linkie*s Wife me furnifht me, As meekle Draff of Veritie, The laft day of December, As by the laft Count we did mack, Came to five Shilling and a Plack, Well counted before auld John Black : If I do right remember. There is a cankard Carl ficklyke, Whom I have born o'er many a Syke, They ca' him Jockie in the Dyke, (\ had amafte fargot itj Some Nights, when I cou'd not win Hame, To tell the Truth I think na Shame, For Draff and Satlings to my Wame, Six Placks I am addebted. Now fa far as I underftand, I awe na mare in a' this Land, But to a filly Colibrand, Tarn Rid that dwals in Currie, Upon a time as he may prove : An Achifon for a Remove, But 't was little for my Behove, I pray nor he may may worry. H There r 58 ) There is a Man, they ca' John Blair, Befide the jF/owps wha macks Repair, Him did I ferve feven Years and mair, But I faw ne'er his Conzie, And in my Need and Povertie, My Sicknefs and Calamitie, That fame Carl ne'er vifit me ; Now Pox light on his Grounzie. The Thing to me he is addebted, I purpofe not ov'r high to fet it, It is if I have not forgot it, By our juft Calculation, Three Pound : here without Dilatours, I ordain my Executours, To gang amang my Creditours, And to their Contentation, Off the firft end, right chearfully, Content them a' with Honefty, Left afterward they wearie me, When I may not amend it : And to fuch as are deftitute Of wardly Goods, I conftitute That all the reft be diftribute, 6ae foon's my Life is endit. I ha'e not meekle mair free Gear, In very deed, to fpeak of here : But had I liv'd another Year, If Folks had been good willie, I had had mair, yet will I {haw, The Thing I have but any aw, r 59 ) I have into the Caille-law, A Me'ir but and a Fillie. My Will is, and I leave the Mierie To ane they ca' him John Macklierie, e caufe of Foot he is not feirie, And may not deal wth Travel. For in his Youth that Carl us'd ay, With Wenches for to fport and play, Where through he hath this mony a day, Been troubled with the Gravel. I leave the Fillie to John Kilmanie, An honeft Mailer in Galenic : The which if it be Poor and Banie: Yet if it be well ufed, It will do Good. Aft-times, faid I, I might have had for 't already, From my fweet Mailer's Luckie-dedy, Five Crowns, which was refufed. My Walter and my four New Shods, My Turs-raips, curpel and my Sods, I lift not let them gae to ods, For that indeed wou'd Grieve me : I leave them therefore to Tarn Stean, Who hath his winning in S middy-green . For many a Night, right late at e'en, That poor Man did relieve me. My Main, my Tail, and a' my I leave but any Procefs mair, H^ To ( 60 ) To Cheajly, Mat man, and Tarn Blair, Three Fifhers by Vocation : For aft-times when it wou'd be Late, And might not mack nae mare Debate, Thefe three wou'd lodge me by the Gate give me Suftentation. I leave my bony round white Teeth To Willie Frifel into Leith, For on a time when Jenny Reitb With plotted Broe demaim'd me, He fed me in his Zfoufe a' hail Eight Days, with good Flefh ^roe and Kaill, And aft-times with Bread and Ale, Where worfe Chear might have gain'd me. To honeft Auntie in Collingtoun Place, My Bliffing light upon her Face, VVho was my Friend in every Cafe, I cannot well forget her. I leave her therefore to her Part, My true, my kind, and tender j^eart, For into mony Grief and Smart, Of her I was the better. I leave the Cream within my VVame, With a' my ZTeart to Finlay Grame, It will be better than Swine Seam, For any /^ramp or Minzie. Firft fhear it fmall, and rind it fine, Into a Kettle clean and fine, It will be good againft the Pine Of any /Frieft or Strienzie. ] r 61 ) I leave my Liver, Puds and Tripes To the twa Brethren in the Snipes, Wha though they be but greedy Gipes, Yet being once in Cramond Storm-fled and in great Miferie, For very Hunger like to die,. Did give me lodging chearfullie, And fed me well with Salmond. My twa gray Eyes like Criftal clear, Wherefrae great brightnefs did appear, I leave in this my Tefl'ment here, To filly John Mackivirrie : For going wild into the Night Befide Blackbatflaiv on the height, Ht took me to an Ale-houfe right, And made to be mirrie. I leave my Tongue Rethorical, My duice Voice, Sweet and Mufical, And all my Science Natural, To good fweet Mailer Mathoiv : For when I was by Mortoun Dogs, O'erbladed through the Stanks and Bogs, And had flood three Days in the Jogs, Within the Town of Ratbo ; He came into a Morning foon, And gave Contentment Tang ere Noon, To a' to wham I wrang had done, Sine fent me with a Letter With Expedition down to Cammock : Where r 6 2 ) Where that for to refrefh my Stamock, I was receiv'd and fed with Dramock Aught Days and with the better. I leave my ^Tead to Sanny Purdie, A Man whereof I think him wurdie : For once when that I took the Sturdie, That Man but any Grudging, Made me great Succour and Supply, And ufed me right tenderly, And gave me Food abundantly, Twa Weeks within his Lodging. I leave to Claud in For his Bounteth and Warifoun, My //ide, with my braid Bennifoun, To be a pair of Bellies : For whan he fand me lying Sick, At Gogor Bridge, and dought not fpeak, Upon his back he did me cleick, And bare me to Laird S keltic s. To thefe Fellows of Colling t Who brought me to Contention, I leave them my black Malifon, For here I do proteft it. If thefe Men had licenced me To ha' biddin twa Nights or three, Amang the Broom, where quietlie, I might have ly'n and reftit : ( 63 ) I had not then with every Lown, With every Butcher up and down, Been bladded frae Town to Town, Nor gotten fick Oppreffion : Nor yet had been in fick a Blunder : Nor made then fick a Warld's Wonder: I wifh mae Mifchiefs nor a hunder On them and their Succeffion. Now fweet Sir Tamas earneftly, I pray you let me hear and fee, If that my Will and Legacie, Be done as I directed : For fome Sufpition e'en now breed I, That you are grieved Lucki-deddy, In that I have difpatcht already My Goods and you neglected. But furely, Sir, the Reafon why That I did fo and fet you by, It was indeed, becaufe that I Knew not, that you were needy. And next again, as Reafon maws, I did it for another Caufe, Which is, that all the Warld knaws, That fuch Men are not Greedy. To wham Sir Tamas foberly Did Anfwer mack, and faid, truely All Things, as ye commanded me, Are orderly perfected : Therefore of that tack ye na Care, And r 6 4 ) And of that Matter fpeak nae mair : Think on your Sicknefs and your Sair, As for your Gear I quite it. Then for final Conclufion, This, poor Beaft on her Knees fell down, And faid, Sir, for my Bennifoun, Since Death thinks to betray me : And fince I clearly do perceive, That of my breath and all the leave Of the Five Senfes that I have, Death threatens to bewray me. I you befeech moft earneftlie, Of your Gentrice and Courtefie, To gae to Bav'laiv foon for me, And there with Expedition, Shew to John Smith, my Mafter dear, That I am fair Siek lying here, At point of Death, and dow not fteer : And mack him Requifition, For to come down peremptorlie, The Morn about twa Hours or three, To Geordie Miln, where publicklie I will repeat this Sentence. That I dare fay in Veritie, It were great Pleafure unto me, That we fhou'd meet before I die For honeft auld Acquaintance. Sir ( 65 ) Sir Tamas then began to clatter, And told, that he wou'd nae ways flatter, But plainly to her fhew the Matter : Sine faid to her, my Dearie, Ly ftill and reft you : for I think, That I fhall neither eat nor drink, Nor with mine Eyes fhall fleep a Wink, . Though I were ne'er fae wearie, Whilft all and haill my laft Diredion Be done and ended but Defection. Then unto Pluto his Protection He heartily bequeath'd her : And ran to Bav'taw with good will, Brought down John Smith to Corgie-mill^ Wha fae foon as he came her till, Into his Arms he caught her. And faid, alas for evermair / That I fhou'd fee thee lying there Sae Comfortlefs, baith Sick and Sair, Sae Helplefs, Poor, and Needy ; Sae Bruis'd and Birs'd, fae Black and Blae, Sae ill demaim'd frae Tap to Tae : Alas that I fhou'd leave thee fae / Fy ! is there nae Remeedy ? Alas for evermair, alace ! This is a dolorous dolefu' Cafe To me, to fee that well-fa'our'd Face And Countenance fae guided : Now where are thefe twa brightfu' Een I Into ( 66 ) Into thy Head, which I have feen, That now are fae yellow and green ? Oh, I cannot abide it / Oh and alas that harmes be ay : Dolour and Dool fell me this day. What fhall I either do or fay ? This is a dolefu' Meeting. To whom this Beaft with Voice moft weak Said, Mafter, my Heart do not break, Let Sorrow be, fome Comfort take, I dow not bide your Greeting. Your Sighs, your Sobs, your Mourning fair, Doth nathing but augment my Care : Therefore defift and Mourn nae mair, With Greeting ye are wrackit : And fince that ye withoutten Swither, To Vifit me are come down hither, Be blyth, and let us drink together, For Mourning will not mack it. And fince, fweet Mafter, that you fee, That there is nought but Death for me, I pray you tack it patientlie, Since there is nae Redemption: And I do mack you Supplication, To carry hame my Commendation To all and haill the Congregation Of Curry, but Exemption. As ( 67 ) As for my Goods, they're elfe divided, Na Part thereof is undecided, Except my Sp'rit, and that to guide it, I leave the King of Fairie, Perpetually for to remain In Wildernefs with his great Train, And never to come back again, But in his Court to tarry. The Speech thus ended, fhe fat down, All Comfortlefs and fell in Swoon, Where fhe in that great Paffion, Baith Heartlefs, Faint and Weary, With a great Exclamation, To Pluto macks Invocation, Did yield her Sp'rit but Moleftation : Thus ended John Smith's Meiry. Now- have ye heard the Tragedy, The latter Will and Legacy Of this Meir, and the Certainty, When, where, and how fhe ended. Which though it be both Groff and Rude, And of all Eloquence denude : Yet, Sirs, imbrace't as it were good, For I took Pains to mend it. FINIS. I 2 THE ( 68 ) The Laft D Y I N G W O R D S of Bonny HECK, A Famous Grey-Hound in the Shire of Fife. A Las, alas, quo' bonny Heck, On former Days when I reflect ! I was a Dog much in Refpect For doughty Deed : But now I muft hing by the Neck Without Remeed. O fy, Sirs, for black burning Shame, Ye'll bring a Blunder on your Name / Pray tell me wherein I'm to blame? Is't in Effect, Becaufe I'm Criple, Auld and Lame ? Quo' bony Heck. What great Feats I have done my Sell Within Clink of Kilrenny Bell, When I was Souple, Young and Fell. But Fear or Dread : John Nefs and Paterfon can tell, Whofe Hearts may bleid. They'll witnefs that I was the Vier Of all the Dogs within the Shire, I'd run all Day, and never tyre : but now my Neck It muft be ftretched for my Hyre, quo' bonny Heck. How nimbly could I turn the Hair, Then ferve my felf, that was right fair ! For ( 69 ) For ftill it was my conftant Care the Van to lead. Now, what could fery Heck do mair, fyne kill her dead ? At the KJngf&-Muir, and Kelly-law, Where good ftout Hairs gang fail awa, So cliverly I did it Claw, with Pith and Speed : I bure the Bell before them as dear's a Beid. I ran alike on a' kind Grounds, Yea in the midft of Ardry Whines, I grip't the Mackings be the Bunns, or be the Neck : Where nathing could flay them but Guns, fave bonny Heck : I Wily, Witty was, and Gafh, With my auld felni packy Pafh, Nae Man might anes buy me for Cam in fome refpect. Are they not then confounded Rafh, that hangs poor Heck ? I was a bardy Tyk and bauld, Tho' my Beard 's Gray, I'm not fo auld. Can any Man to me unfald, what is the Feid, To ftane me ere I be well Cauld ? a cruel Deed ! Now Honefty was ay my Drift, An innocent and harmlefs Shift, A Kaill-pot-lid gently to lift, or Amry-Sneck. Shame ( 7 ) Shame fa the Chafts, dare call that jThift, quo' bonny Heck. So well's I cou'd play Hocus Focus, And of the Servants mack Jodocus, And this I did in every Locus throw their Neglect, ^nd was not this a Merry Jocus quo' bonny Heck ? But now, good Sirs, this day is loft, The beft Dog in the Eaft-Nook Coaft : For never ane durft Brag nor Boaft me, for their Neck. But now I muft yeild up the Ghoft, quo' bonny Heck. And put a period to my Talking, For I'm unto my Exit making : Sirs, ye may a' gae to the Hawking, and there Reflect, Ye'l ne'er get fick a Dog for Makin as bonny Heck. But if my Puppies ance were ready, Which I gat on a bonny Lady : They'l be baith Cliver, Keen, and Beddy, and ne'er Neglect, To Clink it like their ancient Deddy the famous Heck. FINIS. THE r 7' ) THE Cherry and the Slae. Compiled into Metre by Captain Alexander Montgomery. A Sweet Sonnet to the BleJJed Trinity. SUpream ILffence, Beginner Unbegun, Ay Trinal One, and undivided Three, Eternal Word that ViElory hath 'won, O^er Death, o'er Hell, triumphing on the Tree. Fore-knowledge, Wifdom, and All-feeing Eye, JEHOVAH, Alpha, and Omega all, Like unto none, and none like unto Thee, Unmoved moving the Rounds about the Ball : Container uncontairi'd, Is, Was, and Shall Be Sempiternal, Merciful and Juft : Creator Uncreated, now I call, Teach me thy Truth, fince into Thee I truft, Increafe, Confirm, and kindle from above My Faith, my Hope, but by the lave my Love. A Bout a Bank with balmy Bews, Where Nightingales their Notes renews With gallant Gold-fpinks gay : The Mavis, Merle, and Vrogne proud, The Lint white, Lark, and Laverock loud, faluted mirthful May : When r ?2 ) When Philomel had fweetly fung, to Progne fhe deplored ; How Tereus cut out her Tongue, and falfly her Deflou'red. Which Story, fo fory, to hew afham'd me feem'd ; To hear her, fo near her, I doubted if I dream'd. The Cujhat crowds, the Corbie cryes, The Cucko cuks, the pratling Pyes to geek her they begin : The Jargoun^ or the jangling Jayes, The cracking Craws, the keckling Kayes^ they deav'd me with their din : The painted Po, began* ' , '', : for all your guftlefs Jefts : I muft be Mafter of the Man, but thou to brutal Beafts ; So we two, muft be two to caufe both Kinds be known : Keep thine then, for mine then, and each one ufe their own. Then Will as angry as an Ape ; Ran ramping, fwearing, rude and rape, faw he none other Shift, He would not want an inch of 's Will, Ev'n whether 't did him good or ill, for thirty of his Thrift : He would be Foremoft in the Field, and Mafter if he might ; Yea, he fhould rather die than yield, though R&afon had the Right. /Shall he now, make me now, his Subject, or his Slave ? No rather, my Father (hall quick go to his Grave. I height him, while mine Heart is heal, To perifh firft ere he prevail, come after what fo may. Quoth Reafon^ doubt you not indeed, Ye hit the Nail upon the Head, it mall be as ye fay. Suppofe ye fpur for to afpire, your Bridle wants a .Sit: That { 102 ) That .Mare .may leave thee in the Mire, as ficker as y6 fit ; Your Sentence, Repentance, mall you leave I believe, And Anger, you langer, when you that Pra6tick prieve. As ye have dyted your Decreet, Your Prophefy to be compleat, perhaps and to your Pains. It hath been faid and hath been fo, A wilful Man wants never Wo, though he gets little Gains. But fince ye think't an eafie Thing to mount above the Moon, Of your own Fiddle take a Spring, and Dance when ye have done : If then, Sir, the Man, /Sir, like of your Mirth he may ; And fpier firft, and hear firft, what he himfelf will fay. Then all together they began, And faid, come on, thou martyr'd Man, what is thy Will, advife. Abas'd a bony while I bade, 4nd mus'd ere I mine ^fnfwer made, I turn'd me once or twife, Beholding every one about, whofe Motion mov'd me maift, Some feem'd aflur'd fome dread for Z)oubt, Will ran Red-wood for hafte : With . ( . I0 3 . With wringing and flinging, for Madnefs like to Mang ; Defpalr too, for Care too, would needs himfelf go Hang. Which when Experience perceiv'd, Quoth he, remember if I rav'd, as Will alledg'd of late : When as he fwore, nothing he faw, In Age, but Anger flack and flaw, and canker'd in Conceit ; Ye could not luck as he alledg'd, Who all Opinions fpeir'd : He was fo Frank and fiery edg'd, He thought us Four but fear'd. Who panfes, what chances, quoth he, no Worfhip wins, To fome beft, fhall come beft, who Hap well, Rack well rins. Yet (quoth Experience) behold, For all the Tales that he hath told, how he himfelf behaves, ^ecaufe Defpair could come no Speed, Lo here he hings all but the Head, and in a Widdie waves ; If you be true, once thou may fee, to Men that with them mells, If they had hurt or helped thee, confider by themfelves. Then chufe thee, to ufe thee, by us or fuch as you, Syne ( -104 ) Syne foon now, have done now, make either off or on. Perceiv'ft thou not, wherefrae proceeds That frantick Fantafie, that feeds thy furious flaming Fire, Which doth thy bailful Breaft combure, That none indeed (^quoth he ) can Cure, nor help thine Heart's Defire ? The piercing Paffion of thy Sp'rit, which waftes thy vital Breath, Doth hold thine heavy Heart with .Heat, Defire draws on thy .Death. Thy Punces renounces all kind of quiet Reft ; That Fever hath ever thy Perfon fo oppreft. Couldft thou come once acquaint with Skill, He knows what Humours do thee ill, and how thy Cares contracts, He knows the Ground of all thy Grief, ^nd Recipe es of thy Relief, all Medicine he makes. Quoth Skil^ come on, content am I to put mine helping Hand, Providing always he apply to Counfel and Command. While we then, quoth he then, are minded to remain, Give place now, in cafe now thou get us not again. Mure Aflure thy felf, if that we ftied, Thou {halt not get thy Purpofe fped, take heed we have thee told ; , Have done and drive not off the Day, The man that will not when he may, he {hall not when he would. What wilt thou do ? I would we wift : accept or give us o'er. ( Quoth I, ) I think me more than Bleft to find fuch famous Four Befide me, to guide me, now when I have to do, Confidering what fwiddering, you found me firft into. When Courage cry'd a Stomach ftout, And Danger drave me into Doubt, with his Companion Dread: Whiles Will would up above the Air, Whiles I am drown'd in deep Defpair^ whiles Hope held up mine Head. Such pithy Reafons and Replyes on ev'ry fide they {hew, That I who was not very Wife, thought all their Tales were true : So mony and bony old Problems they propon't, But quickly and likely, I marvel meikle on't, Yet Hope and Courage wan the Field, O Though ( 106 ) Though Dread and Danger never yield, but fled to find Refuge : Yet when the four came they were fain, Becaufe ye gart us come again, they grien'd to get you Judge. Where they were Fugitive before, ye made them frank and free To fpeak, and ftand in aw no more. Quoth Reafon, fo fhould be, Oft times now, but Crimes now ; but ev'n perforce it falls, The Strong ay, with Wrong ay, puts Weaker to the Walls. Which is a Fault ye muft confefs, Strength was not ordain' d to opprefs with Rigor by the Right : But by the contrair, to fuftain The loaden which o'erburden'd been, as meikle as they might. So Hope and Courage did ( quoth I ) experimented like, Shew skill'd and pithy Reafons why, that Danger lap the Dike. Quoth Danger, take head, Sir, long fpoken part muft fpill : Infift not, we wift not, we went againft our Will, With Courage ye were fo content, Ye never fought our fmall Confent, of us ye flood not Aw ; Then ( 107 ) Then Loglck Leflbns ye allow'd, And were determined to trow 't Alledgance paft for Zaw ; For all the Proverbs we perus'd, ye thought them skantly skill'd . Our Reafon had been as well rus'd had ye been as well will'd To our fide, as your fide, fo truely I may term't, I fee now, in thee now Affection doth affirm't. Experience then fmirking fmil'd, We are no Bairns to be beguiPd, ( quoth he ) and (hook his Head .* For Authors who alledges us, They ftill would win about the Bufs to fofter deadly Feed : For we are equal for you all, no Perfons we refpect ; We have been fo, are yet, and fliall be found fo in Effedl. If we were, as ye are, we had come unrequir'd ; But we now, ye fee now, do nothing undefiYd. There is a Sentence faid by fome, Let none uncall'd to Counfel come, that welcome weens to be : Yea, I have heard another yet, O 2 Who ( io8 ) Who came uncall'd, unferv'd fhould fit, perhaps fit fo may ye. Good-man, gramercie for your Geek, ( quoth Hope ) and lowly louts ; If ye were fent for we fufpedl, becaufe the Doctors doubts : Your years now appears now, with Wifdom to be vext, Rejoicing in gloffing, while ye have tint your Text. Where ye were fent for, let us fee, Who would be welcomer than we, prove that, and we are pay'd. Well C quoth Experience ) beware, You know not in what Cafe you are, your Tongue hath you betray'd. The Man may able tine a Stot, who cannot count his Kinch, In your own Bow you are o'er fhot, by more than half an Inch. Who wats, Sir, if that, Sir, be four which feemeth fweet ; I fear now, ye hear now a dangerous Decreet. Sir, by that Sentence ye have faid, I pledge, ere all the Play be plaid, that fome mall lofe a Laik ; Since ye but put me for to prove Such Heads, as help for my Behove, your Warrand is but weak. Speer Speer at the Man your felf, and fee, fuppofe you ftrive for State, For he regarded not, how he hath learn' d my Leflbn late ; And granted, he wanted both Reafon, Wit, and Skill, Complaining, and meaning, our Abfence did him ill. Confront him farther face to face, If that he rue his racklefs Race, perhaps and ye mall hear : For ay fince Adam and fince Eve, Who firft the Leafing did believe, I fold thy Dodlrine dear. What hath been done unto this day, I keep in Mind almaift : Ye promife farther than ye pay, Sir Hope, for all your Hafte ; Promitting, unwitting, your Heghts you never hooked : I fhow you, I know you, your By-ganes I have booked. I would, in cafe Account were crav'd, Show thoufand thoufands thou deceiv'd, where thou was true to one ; And, by the contrair, I may vant Which thou muft fthough it grieve theej grant I trumped ne'er a Man ; But truely told the naked Truth to Men, that melPd with me, For neither Rigour nor for Ruth, but only loath to lie. To To fome yet, to come yet, thy Succour {hall be flight, Which I then, muft try then, and Regifter it Right. Ha, ha, ( quoth Hope] and lowdly leugh, Ye're but a Prentice at the Pleugh, Experience, ye prieve. Suppofe all By-ganes as ye fpake, Ye are no Prophet worth a Plack, nor I bound to believe. Ye fhould not fay, Sir, till ye fee, but when ye fee it fay. Yet (quoth Experience) at thee make many Mints I may By Signs now, and things now, which ay before me bears, Exprefling, by guefling, the Peril that appears. Then Hope repli'd, and that with Pith, And wifely weigh' d his Words therewith, fententioufly and fhort. Quoth he, I am the Anchor grip, That faves the Sailers and their Ship from Peril to their Port. Quoth he oft-times that Anchor drives as we have found before ; And lofes many thoufand Lives, by Shipwrack on the Shore. Your Grips oft, but flips oft, when Men have moft to do ; Syne r i" ) Syne leaves them, and raves them, of my Companions too. Thou leaves them not thy felf alone, But to their Grief when thou art gone, gars Courage quite them alfe. Quoth Hope, I would ye underftood, I grip faft, if the Ground be good, and fleets it where its falfe. There mould no Fault with me be found, nor I accus'd at all, With fuch as fhould have found the Ground, before the Anchor fall : Their Lead ay, at Need ay, might warn them if they would, If they there, would flay there, or have good Anchor-hold. If ye read Right it was not I, But only Ignorance, whereby their Carvels all were cloven ; I am not for a Trumpet tane. All (quoth Experience] is ane, I have my Procefs proven : To wit, that we are call'd each one, to come before we came, That now Objections ye have none, your felf muft fay the fame. Ye are now, too far now, come forward for to flie : Perceive then, ye have then the worft End of the Tree. When ( 112 .) When Hope was gall'd into the Quick, Quoth Courage, kicking at the Prick, we let you well to wit, Make he you welcomer than we, Then By-ganes, By-ganes, farewell he, except he feek us yet ; He underftands his own Eftate, let him his Chiftains chufe, But yet his Battel will be blate, if he our Force refufe. Refufe us, or chufe us, our Council is, he Climb : But flay he, or ftray he, we have none Help for him. Except the Cherry be his chofe, .Zte ye his Friends, we are his Foes ; his Doings we defpite : If we perceive him fettled fae, To fatisfie him with the Slae, his Company we quite. Then Dread and Danger grew fo glad, And wont that they had won, They thought all feal'd, that they had faid, fyne they had firft begun. They thought then, they mought then, without a Party plead : But yet there, with Wit there they were dung down indeed. Sirs Dread and Danger ( then quoth Wit ) Ye did your felves to me fubmit, Experience can prove. That ( ."3 ' ) That ^quoth Experience] I paft, Their own Confeffion make them faft, they may no more remove. For if they right remember me, this Maxim then they made, To wit, The Man with Wit fhould weigh, what Philofophs had faid. Which Sentence, Repentance forbade him dear to buy ; They knew then, how true then, and prefs'd not to reply. Though he dang Dread and Danger down, Yet Courage could not be o'ercome, Hope height him fuch a Hire : He thought himfelf, how foon he faw His Enemies were laid fo law, it was no Time to tire : He hit the Ir'n while it was heat, in cafe it might grow cold : For he efteem'd his Foes defeat, when once he found them fold. Though he now, quoth he now, h,ath been fo free and frank, Unfought yet, he mought yet for Kindnefs cun'd us thank. Suppofe it fo, as thou haft faid, That unrequir'd we offer'd Aid : at leaft it came of Love, Experience, ye ft art too foon, Ye dow nothing while all be done, and then perhaps ye prove P More ( "4 ) More plain than pleafant too perchance, fome tell, that you have try'd : As faft as ye your felves advance, ye dow not well deny't ; Abide then the Tide then, and wait upon the Wind : Ye know, Sir, ye owe, Sir, to hold you ay behind. When ye have done fome doughty Deeds, Syne ye fhould fee how all fucceeds, to write them as they were. Friend, hulie, hafte not half fo faft, Left (quoth Experience} at laft ye buy my Doctrine dear. Hope puts that hafte into your head, which boils your barmie Brain ; Howbe't Fool's hafte makes hulie Speed, fair Heghts makes Fools be fain. Such fmiling, beguiling, bids fear not for no Freets : Yet I now, deny now, that all is Gold that gleets. Suppofe not Silver all that mines ; Ofttimes a tentlefs Merchant tines, for buying Gear beguefs. For all the Vantage and the Winning, Good Buyers gets at the Beginning. Quoth Courage not the lefs, Whiles as good Merchants tines as wins, if Old Men's Tales be true : Suppofe the Pack comes to the Pins, who can his Chance efchew ? Then ( "5 ) Then, good Sir, conclude, Sir, good Buyers have done baith : Advance then, take Chance then, as fundrie Good Ships hath. Who wift what would be cheap or dear, Should Need not traffique but a Year, if things to come were kend. Suppofe all bygane things be plain, Your Prophefy is but prophane, ye'd beft behold the End. Ye would accufe me of a Crime, almoft before we met ; Torment me not before the Time fince Dolor pays no Debt : What by-paft, that I paft, ye wot if it was well : To come yet, by Doom yet, confefs ye have no feel. Yet, ( quoth Experience) what than ? Who may be meeteft for the Man, let us his Anfwer have. When they fubmitted them to me, To Reafon I was fain to flee, his Counfel for to crave. Quoth he, fince ye your felves fubmit, to do as I decreet ; I {hall advife both Skill and Wit, what they think may be meet. They cry'd then, we bide then, at Reafon for Refuge : Allow him, and trow him, as Governour and Judge. So ( "6 ) So faid they all with one Confent, What he Concludes, we are content his Bidding to obey : He hath Authority to ufe, Then take his Choice whom he would chufe, and longer not delay. Then Reafon rofe and was rejoic'd, quoth he, mine //earts come hither, I hope this Play may be compos'd, that we may go together. To all now, I mall now, his proper Place affign, That they here, mall fay here, they think none other thing. Come on quoth he, Companion Ye underftand both Good and 111, in Phyfick ye are fine : Be Mediciner to this Man, And fhew fuch Cunning as ye can, to put him out of Pine. Firft guard the Ground of all his Grief, what Sicknefs ye fufpect ; Syne look what he lacks for Relief, ere further he infect. Comfort him, exhort him, give him your good Advice : And pance not, nor fcance not the Pearl nor the Price. Though he be cumberfome, what reck, Find out the Caufe by the Effect, and Working of his Veins ; Yet ( "7 ) Yet while we grip it to the Ground, See firft what Fafhion may be found to pacific his Pains. Do what ye dow to have him heal, and for that purpofe prefle ; Cut off the Caufe, th' Effecl will fail, fo all his Sorrows ceafe ; His Fever, mall never from henceforth have no Force : Then urge him, to purge him, he will not wax the worfe. Quoth Skill, his Senfes are fo fick, I know no Liquor worth a Leek, to quench his deadly Drouth ; Except the Cberrie help his heat, Whofe fappie Slockning, fharp and fweet, might melt into his Mouth, And his Melancholy reprove, to mitigat his Mind : None wholfomer for his Behove, nor more cooling of kind. No Nectar^ directer could all the Gods him give, Nor fend him, to mend him, none like it, I believe. For Drought decays as it digefts, Why then ( quoth Reafon ) nothing refts, but how it may be had. Moil true (quoth S^/77) that is the Scope, Yet we muft have fome Help of Hope. Quoth Danger, I am red, His r us ) His haftinefs breeds us Mif-hap, when he is highly Hors'd ; I would we looked ere we lap. Quoth Wit, that were not worft ; I mean now, conveen now, the Council one and all . Begin then, call in then. Quoth Reafon, fo I fhall. Then Reafon rofe with Gefture grave, Belyve conveening all the lave, to fee what they could fay, With Silver-Scepter in his Hand, As Chiftain chofen to command, and they bent to obey. He panced long before he fpake and in a Study flood, Syne he began and Silence brake, come on, quoth he, conclude. What way now, we may now, yon Cherrie come to catch : Speak out Sirs, about Sirs, have done, let us difpatch. Quoth Courage, fcourge him firft that skars, Much mufing Memory but mars ; I tell you mine intent. Quoth Wit, who will not partly pance, In Perils perifhes perchance, o'er racklefs may repent. Then quoth Experience, and fpake, Sir I have feen them baith In bairnlinefs, and ly a back, efcape and come to Skaith. But ( "9 ) But what now, of that now ? Sturt follows all extreams, Retain then, the Mean then, the fureft Way it feems. Where fome has furthered, fome has fail'd, Where Part has perifht, Part prevaiPd, alike all cannot luck ; Then neither venture with the one, Nor with the other let alone, the Cherrie for to pluck. Quoth Hope, for fear Folk muft not fafh. Quoth Danger, let not light. Quoth Wit, be neither rude nor rafh. Quoth Reafon, ye have right. The reft then, thought beft then, when Reafon faid it fo, That roundly, and foundly they fhould together go, To get the Cherrie all in hafte, As for my Safety ferving maift. Though Dread and Danger fear'd The Peril of that irkfome Way, Left that thereby I ihould decay, who then fo weak appear 'd : Yet Hope and Courage hard befide, who with them went content, Did take in hand us for to guide unto our Journey's end : Empledging, and wedging both their two Lives for mine, Providing, the guiding to them were granted fyne. Then ( 120 ) Then Dread and danger did appeal, Alledging it could not be well, nor yet would they agree : But faid they fhould found their Retreat, Becaufe they thought them no ways meet Conductors unto me, Nor to no Man in mine Eftate, with Sicknefs fore oppreft, For they took ay the neareft Gate omitting oft the beft : The neareft, perquireft is always to them baith, Where they, Sir, may fay, Sir, whatracks them of their Skaith. But as for us two, now we fwear, By Him before whom we appear, our full Intent is now, To have you Whole, and alwas was, That Purpofe for to bring to pafs, fo is not theirs I trow. Then Hope and Courage did atteft the Gods at both thefe parts, If they wrought not for all the beft of me with upright Hearts : Our Chiftain, then lifting his Scepter, did enjoy n No more there, uproar there, and fo their Strife was done. Rebuking Dread and Danger fore, Suppofe they meant well evermore, to me as they had fworn : Be- Becaufe their Neighbours they abus'd, In fo far as they had accus'd them, as ye heard beforn. Did he not elfe ( quoth hej confent, the Cherrle for to pow ? Quoth Danger, we are well content, but yet the Manner how, We fhall now, even all now, get this Man with us there ; It reft is, and beft is, your Counfel fhall declare. Well faid, ( quoth Hope and Courage) now We thereto will Accord with you, and fhall abide by them : Likeas before we do fubmit, So we repeat the famine yet, we mind not to reclaim. Whom we fhall choofe to guide the Way, we fhall him follow ftraight, And further this Man what we may, becaufe we have fo heght : Promitting, but flitting, to do the Thing we can, To eafe both, and pleafe both, this fillie ficklie Man. When Reafon heard this, then (quoth hej I fee your chiefeft Stay to be, that we have nam'd no Guide : The worthy Council hath therefore, Thought fit, that Wit mould go before, for Perils to provide. Quoth ( 122 ) Quoth Wit, there is but one of three, which I fhall to you fhow, Whereof the firft two cannot be, for any thing I know ; The Way here, fo flay here is that we cannot climb, Ev'n o'er now, we four now ; that will be hard for him. The next, if we go down about, While that this Bend of Craigs run out, the Stream is there fo ftark, And alfo pafleth wading deep, And broader far than we dow leap, it fhould be idle Wark : It grows ay broader than the Sea, fyne o'er the Lin it came ; The running dead doth fignifie the Deepnefs of the fame. I leave now, to dyve now, how that it fwiftly flides, As fleeping and creeping, but Nature fo provides. Our Way then lies about the Lin, Where by a Warren we fhall win, it is fo ftreight and plain ; The Water alfo is fo maid, We shall it pafs even as we wald, with Pleafure and but Pain. For, as we fee the Mifchief grow oft of a fecklefs thing : So likewife doth this River flow forth of a petty Spring ; Whofe r 123 ) Whofe Throat, Sir, I wot, Sir, ye may flop with your Nieve, As you, Sir, I trow, Sir Experience, can prieve. That C quoth Experience ) I can, All that ye faid, fince ye began, I know to be of Truth. Quoth Skill the famen I approve. Quoth Reafon, then let us remove, and fleep no more in Sleuth. Wit and Experience ( quoth he) shall come before apace, The Man shall come with Skill and me, into the fecond Place. Attour now, you four now shall come into a Band, Proceeding, and leading each other by the Hand. As Reafon ordain'd, all obey'd ; None was o'er-rash, none was afraid, our Counfel was fo wife ; As of our Journey Wit did note, We found it true in every Jot, God blefs our Enterprife. For ev'n as we came to the Tree, which, as ye heard me tell, Gould not be dumb, there fuddenly the Fruit for Ripenefs fell : Which tafting, and hafting, I found my felf reliev'd Of Of Cares all, and Snares all, which Mind and Body griev'd. Praife be to GOD my LORD therefore, Who 'did mine Health to me reftore, being fo long Time pin'd : Yea bleffed be his Holy Name, Who did from Death to Life reclaim me, who was fo unkind. All Nations alfo magnifie this Everliving LORD ; Let me with you, and you with me, to laud him ay accord : Whofe Love ay, we prove ay, to us above all things. And Kifs him, and Blefs him, whofe Glore eternal reigns. Captain ALEXANDER MONT- GOMERY his Lamentation. I've fmn'd, Father, be merciful to me, I am not worthy to be call'd thy Child; That ftubbornly fo long have gone aftray, Not as thy Son, but as a Prod'gal wild : My filly Soul with Sin is fo defil'd, That Satan thinks to catch it as a Prey, Lord grant me Grace that he may 'be beguil'd, Peccavi Pater, miferere met. Fm abas'd, Lord, how dare I be fo bold, Before thy holy Prefence to appear ? Or hazard once the Heavens to behold, Who am not worthy that the Earth {hould bear ; Yet Damn me not whom thou haft bought fo dear, Sed . .. Sed falvum me fac, dulcis Fili Dei. For out of Luke this Leflbn we do lear ; Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. If thou, O Lord, with rigour would revenge, What flefti before thee Faultlefs fliall be found ? Or who is he his Confcience can him cleanfe, To Sin and Satan from his Birth's not bound ? Yet of meer Grace thou tak'ft away the Ground, And fent thy Son our Penalty to pay, To fave us from the hideous Hell's Hound : Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. I hope for Mercy tho' my Sins be huge, I grant my guilt, and groan to thee for Grace : Though I would flee, where fhould I find Refuge ? In Heav'n ? O Lord there is thy dwelling Place, The Earth thy Foot-ftool : and to Hell, alace ! Down to the Dead ; for all muft thee obey : Therefore I cry, while I have time and fpace, Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. O gracious God, my guiltinefs forgive, In Sinners Death fince thou doft not delight, But rather would they mould convert and live, As witnefTeth Prophets in Holy Write : I pray thee Lord thy Promife to perfite In me, that I may with the Pfalmift fay, I will thy Praife and wondrous Works Indite, Therefore, dear Father, be merciful to me. Though I do flide, let me not fleep in flouth, Me to revive from fin let Grace begin : Make, Lord, my Tongue the Trumpet of thy Truth, And fend my Verfe fuch Wings as are Divine ; Since thou haft granted me fo good Ingine, To praife thy Name with gallant Stile and gay, Let me no more fo trim a Talent tine : Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. My ( "6 ) My SpYit to fpeak, let thy Sp'rit, Lord, infpire, Help, Holy Ghoft, and be mine Heav'nly Mule , Fly down on me with forked Tongues of Fire, As on th' Apoftles, with thy Fear me infufe, All Vice expel, teach me Sin to refufe, And all my filthy Affections, I thee pray ; Thy fervent Love on me pour Night and Day, Peccavi, Pater , miferere mei. Stoup ftubborn Stomack that's been ay fo flout, Stoup filthy Flefh and Carion made of clay ; Stoup hardned Heart before thy Lord and lout, Stoup, ftoup in time, defer not day by day : Thou wots not when, that thou muft pafs away To the great Glore, where thou muft be for ay , Confefs thy Sins, and think no fhame to fay, Peccavi, Pater, miferere mei. O Great JEHOVAH, to thee all Glore be giv'n, Who fhapt my Soul to thy Similitude ; And to thy Son, whom thou fent'ft down from Heav'n, When I was loft, he bought me with his Blood, And to the Holy Ghoft, my Guider good, Who muft confirm my Faith in the right way -, In me cor mundum crea, I conclude, O Heav'nly Father be merciful to me. The SOLSEQUIUM. T Ike as the dum Solfequium, with Care o'ercome, -^Doth forrow when the Sun goes out of fight ; Hangs down her head, and droops as dead, and will not fpread : But lurks her Leaves through langour all the Night, Till foolifh Phaeton arife with Whip in hand, To clear the Chriftal Skies, and light the Land ; Birds in their Bow'r waits on that hour, And to their King a glad Good-morrow gives : From thence that Flow'r likes not to lowr, But laugh on Phoebus op'ning out her Leaves. So ( "7 ) So ftands't with me, except I be, where I may fee My Lamp of Light, my Lady, and my Love : When {he departs, ten thoufand Darts, in fundry Airts, Thirle through my heavy Heart, but reft or roove. My Countenance declares my inward Grief, And Hope almoft defpairs to find relief : I die, I dwine, pain doth me pine, I loath on ev'ry thing I look, alas ! While Titan mine, upon me fhine, That I revive through favour of her Grace, Fra {he appear, into her fphere, begins to clear The dawning of my long defired Day, When Courage cryes on Hope to rife, fra she eipies The noifome Night of abience went away : No wo can me awake, nor yet impefti, But on thy ftately Stalk I Flowrifh fre{h : I Spring, I Sprout, my Leaves break out, My Colour changes in an heartlbme hew ; No more I Lout, but ftand up Stout, As glad of her on whom I only Grew, O happy Day go not away, Apollo ft ay The Cart from going down into the Weft, Of me thou makes thy Zodiack, that I may take My pleafure to behold whom I love beft, Her prefence me reftores from Death to rife, Her abfence alfo {hores to cut my Breath, I wim in vain thee to remain, Since Primum Mobile doth fay me nay ; At leaft thy Wain, haft fo again, Farewell with patience perforce till Day. P S A L. 36. Declina a malo y & fac bonum. T Eave Sin ere Sin leave thee, do Good, *-* and both without delay -, Lefs fit he will to Morrow be, who is not fit to Day. Non [ Non trades converti ad Deum ] His Morning Mufe. T Et dread of pain for Sin in after time, *- J Let Shame to fee thy felf enfnared fb ; Let Grief conceiv'd for foul accufed Crime, Let Hate of Sin, the worker of thy wo, With Dread, with Shame, with Grief, with Hate enforce, To dew thy Cheeks with Tears to deep Remorfe. So hate of Sin {hall make God's Love to grow, So Grief fhall harbour Hope within thine Heart, So Dread fhall caufe the t Flood of Joy to flow, So Shame fhall fend fweet Solace to thy Smart, So Love, fo Hope, fo Joy, fo Solace fweet Shall make my Soul in heavenly Blefs to fleet. Wo, where no Hate doth no fuch Love allure ! Wo, where fuch Grief makes no fuch Hope proceed ! Wo, where fuch Dread doth not fuch Joy procure ! Wo, where fuch Shame doth not fuch Solace breed ! Wo, where no Hate, no Grief, no Dread, no Shame ! No Love, no Hope, no Joy, no Solace frame ! FINIS. Polemo. ( I2 9 ) Polemo-Mi ddi m a INTER VITARVAM & NEBERNAM. NYMPHS, quse colitis highiftima monta Fifaa, Seu vos Piten*wema tenent, feu Crelia crofta, Sive Anftraa domus, ubi nat Haddocus in undis, Codlineufque ingens, & Fleucca & Sketta pererrant Per coflam, & fcopulos, Lobfter manifootus in udis Creepat, & in mediis ludit Whitemus undis : Et vos Skifperiij foliti qui per Mare breddum Valde procul lanchare foras, iterumque redire, Linquite skellatas Botas, Shippafque picatas, Whiftlantefque fimul Fechtam memo rate bloodseam, Fechtam terribilem, quam marvellaverat omnis Banda Deum, quoque Nympharum Cockelfhelearum, Mala ubi Sheepifeeda, atq ; ubi Solgoofifera Sofia Swellant in pelago, cum Sol bootatus Edenum Poflabat radiis madidis & fhouribus atris. Quo vifo ad Fechtae noifam cecidere volucres Ad terram, cecidere grues-, plijh plaJJique dedere Solgoofe in pelago prope littora Bruntiliana ; Seafutor obftupuit, fummique in margine faxi Scartavit praeluftre caput, wingafque flapavit. Quodque magis alte volitans Heronius ipfe Ingeminans dig dag mediis fhytavit in undis. Namque a principio Storiam tellabimus omnem Muckreilium ingentem turbam Vitarva per agros Neberna marchare fecit, & dixit ad illos, " Ite hodie armati grippis, dryvate caballos Neberna per crofta, atque ipfas ante feneflras. R Quod Quod fi forte ipfa Neberna venerit extra, Warrantabo omnes, & vos bene defendebo. Hie aderant Geordy Akinhedius, & little Johnus, Et Jamy Richxus, & flout Michel Henderfonus, Qui jolly tryppas ante alios danfare folebat, Et bobbare bene, & I affas kifTare bonaeas ; Duncan Olyphantus, valde ftalvartus, & ejus Filius eldeftus jolyboyus, atque Oldmoudus, Qui Pleugham longo Gaddo dryvare folebat ; Et Roh Gib wantonus homo, atque Oliver Hutchin (ken Et ploucky-fac'd Waty Strang, atque in kneed Alfmder At- Et Wily Dick heavy-arflus homo, pierrimus omnium, Qui tulit in pileo magnum rubrumque favor em, Valde lethus pugnare, fed hunc Corngrevius heros Noutheadum vocavit, atque ilium forcit ad arma. Infuper hie aderant Tom Taylor, & Hen. Watfonus, Et Tomy Gilchrijlus, & fool Jocky Robinfonus Andrew Atjhenderus, & Jamy Tomfonus, & unus Norland-bornus homo, valde hie Anticovenanter, Nomine Gordonus, valde blackmoudus, & alter ( Heu piget ignoro nomen ) flavry beardius homo Qui pottas dightavit, & aflas jecerit extra. Denique prse reliquis Geordaum afFatur, & inquit, Geordy mi formanne, inter ftoutiffimus omnes, Hue ades & crookfaddelos, hemmefque, creilefque, Brechemmefque fimul omnes bindato jumentis ; Amblentemque meum Naggum, fattumque mariti Curforem, & reliquos trottantes fumito averos, In Cartis yokkato omnes, extrahito Muckam Crofta per & Riggas, atque ipfas ante feneftras Neberna, & aliquid fin ipfa contra loquatur, In fydas tu pone manus, & dicito fart jade. Nee mora, formannus cunftos flankavit averos, Workmannofque ad Workam omnes vocavit, & illi Extemplo Cartas bene fillavere Gigantes : Whifllavere viri ? Workhorfofque ordine fwieros Drivavere foras, donee iterumque iterumque Fartavere omnes, & fie turba horrida muftrat, Haud aliter quam fi cum multis Spinola troupis Proudus ad Oftendam marchaffet fortiter urbem. Interea ante alios Dux Piper Laius heros Prsecedens, magnamque gerens cum burdine pypam Incipit Harlal cunctis fonare batellum. Tune Neberna furens Yettam ipsa egrefla, videnfque Muck-cartas tranfire viam, valde angria facia Non tulit AfFrontam tantam, verum, agmine, faclo, Convocat extemplo Barowmannos atque Ladaos Jackmannumque, Hiremannos, Pleughdrivfters atq ; Pleugh- Tumulantefq ; fimul reecofo ex Kitchine boyos, (mannos, Hunc qui dirtiferas terfit cum difhclouty Difhas, Hunc qui gruelias fcivit bene lickere Plettas, Et Saltpannifumos, & widebricatos Fifheros, Hellaeofque etiam Salteros duxit ab antris, Coalheughos nigri girnantes more Divelli, Lifeguardamque fibi faevas vocat improba LafTas, Maggxam magis doclam milkare Cowseas, Et doctam fweepare Flooras, & flernere Beddas, Quaeque novit fpinnare, & longas ducere Threedas ; Nanfaam, claves bene quae keepaverat omnes, Yellantemque Elpen, longo bardamque Anapellam, Fartantemque fimul Gyllam, gliedamque Kataam Egregie indutam blacko caput footy clouto ; Mammaamque fimul vetulam, qu32 fciverat apte Infantum teneras blande ofcularier arfas ; Quaeque lanam cardare folet greafy fingria Betty. Turn demum hungraeos ventres Neberna Gruelis Farfit, & guttas Rawfuinibus implet amaris, Poftea Newbarmae ingentem dedit omnibus hauflum, Staggravere omnes, grandefque ad fydera riftas Barmifumi attollunt, & fie ad praelia marchant. Nee mora, marchavit foras longo ordine turma, Ipfa prior Neberna fuis flout facia Ribaldis, Ruflaeum manibus geftans furibunda Gulaeum : Tandem Muckreilios vocat ad pell-mellia flaidos, Ite, ait, uglaei Fellows, fi quis modo pofthac Muckifer has noftras tentet croflare feneftras, Juro, quod ego ejus longum extrahabo Thrapellum, Et totam rivabo Faciem, Luggafque gulaeo hoc Ex capite cuttabo ferox, totumque videbo Heartbloodum fluere in terram. Sic verba finivit. Obflupuit Vitarva diu dirtflaida, fed inde Couragium accipiens, Muckreilios ordine cunclos R2 Mid Middini in medio Faciem turnare coegit. O qualem primo fleuram guftafTes in ipso Battelli onfetto ! Pugnat Muckreilius heros Fortiter, & Muckam per pofteriora cadentem In Creilibus fhoolare ardet. Sic dirta volavit. O quale hoc hurly burly fuit, fi forte vidifTes Pypantes Arfas, & flavo fanguine Breeckas Drippantes, hominumque heartas ad praelia faintas ! O qualis firy farie fuit, namque alteri nemo Ne vel footbreddum yardse yeildare volebat, Stout erat ambo quidem, valdeque hardhearta caterva ! Turn vero e medio Muckdryvfter profilit unus Gallantaeus homo, & greppam minatur in ipfam Nebernam, ( quoniam mifere fcaldaverat omnes ) Dirtavitque totam Peticotam gutture thicko, Pearlineafque ejus skirtas, filkamque gownaeam, Vafquineamque rubram Muckfherda begariavit. Et tune ille fuit valde faintheartus, & ivit Valde procul, metuens fhottam woundumque profundum. Sed nee valde procul fuerat revengia in ilium ; Extemplo Gillaa ferox invafit, & ejus In faciem girnavit atrox, & Tigrida facia Boublentem grippans Berdam, fie dixit ad ilium : Vade domum, filthaee nequam, aut te interficiabo. Tune cum gerculeo magnum fecit Gilly whippum, Ingentemque manu Sherdam levavit, & omnen Gallantaei hominis Gafhbeardam befmeariavit ; Sume tibi hoc, inquit, fneefmg valde operativum, Pro praemio Swingere tuo, turn denique fleido Ingentem Gilly ivamphra dedit, validamque nevellam, Ingeminatque iterum, donee bis fecerit ignem Ambobus fugere ex oculis ; fie Gylla triumphat. Obftupuit bombaizdus homo, backumque repente Turnavit veluti naius bloodafTet ; & Jy! Ter quater exclamat, & 6 quam foede neezavit / Disjuniumque omne evomuit valde hungrius homo, Laufavitque fupra atque infra, miferabile vifu, Et luggas necko imponens, fie cucurrit abfens ; Non audens gimpare iterum, ne woria tul flet. Haec Neberna videns yellavit turpia verba, Et fy, fy / exclamat, prope nunc Victoria lofta eft. Nee ( .133 ) Nee mora, terribilem fillavit dira Canonem, Elatifque Hippis magno cum murmure Fartam Barytonam emiilt, veluti Monfmegga cracaflet. Turn vero quackarunt hoftes, flightamque repente Sumpferunt, retrofpexit Jackmannus, & ipfe Sheepheadus metuit fonitumque iftumque buleti. Quod fi King Spanius, Philippus nomine, feptem Hifce confimiles habuifTet forte Canones Batterare Sluiffam, Sluijjam dungafTet in afTam. Aut ii tot magnus Ludovicus forte deduTet Ingentes fartas ad moenia Montalbana, Ipfam continue Townam dingaflet in yerdam. Exit Corngrevius, wracco omnia tendere videns, Confiliumque meum, fi non accipitis, inquit, Pulchras fcartabo facies, & vos worriabo : Sed needlo per Seuftram broddatus, inque privatas Partes ftobbatus greitans, lookanfque grivate, Barlafumel clamat, & dixit, O Deus ! God! Quid multis ? Sic Fraya fuit, fie Guifa peracla eft, Una nee interea fpillata eft droppa Cruoris. FINIS. MOPMON X S I V E Lamiarum Veftitus. A P O E M on the King and Queen of FAIRT. Tranflated into Latine by Walter Dennejlone. To the V I R T U O S I. YE Virtuofi hav't to you affign'd The Nat'ral Caufes of all things to find. We cloath the Fairies in their proper Drefs : And leav't to you, What Force they have, to (gufes. A D PHILOSOPHOS. NAturam3veras rerumperpendere caujfas Sorte datum vobis^ Ingeniofa cobors. Corpora nos Lemurum tenui velamus amiftu : Dicite vos, Qu& vis ? quis vigor in/it eis ? On the King of FAIR T. UPON a time the Fairy Elves, Having firft arrayed themfelves, They thought it meet to cloath their King, In Robes moft fit for Revelling. He had a Cobweb-Shirt more thin, Than ever Spiders fince could fpin ; Bleach'd in the whitenefs of the Snow, When that the Northern Winds do blow. And in that vaft and open Air No Shirt is half fo Fine or Fair : A rich Wafte-Coat they did him bring Made of the Trout-flic's Golden Wing, Dy'd Crimfon in a Maiden's Blum, And lin'd with Humming Bees foft Plum. At which his Elf-fhip 'gan to fret, And fware 'twould caft .him in a Sweat. He for his Coolnefs needs would wear A Wafte-Coat made of Downy Hair, New taken from an Eunuch's Chin, It pleas'd him well, 'twas wondrous thin. His '37 In Oreadum REGEM. ~\KOnticol And all th' Efforts which Normandycou'dboafi.) IF 62 A Choice ColleEllon Part II. .IF you the mouldy Annals will furvey, The Roman Conqueft here was at a Bay, Their Eagles which to Southern Countries flew And in Revenge the rugged Parthians flew, Whofe Flights th' Egyptian Heats cou'd not confine, Nor all the chilling Damps of Frozen Rhine ; When they to CALEDONIA did refort, Their Pinions mouldred, and their Arms fell fhort. When Romans had with other Realms to do, A ridge of Mountains limited the Foe, Or fome huge River interpos'd his Arms, Or Frontier Woods and Waftes fecur'd from Harms : Thefe peaceful Bars, by Nature fram'd had been; But Art, to keep off SCOTLAND, was call'd in. A coftly Wall and Trench Afliftance lend, Which did a Crofs from Sea to Sea extend. Victorious Rome did other Nations drive From their old Seats, or forc'd them meanly live, With all the Marks of Servitude oppreft, Eternal Drudges, unacquaint with Reft : But here fhe rais'd (to keep her own content) A Mound, the SCOTS Incurfions to prevent : Defpairing to Advance, the Caufe Ihe yields,^ And to God Terminus a Temple builds, Where Carols Waves glide through t Fruitful Fields. THINK not thefe daring Sons of Mars, inur'd To Arms, have all the Liberal Arts abjur'd ; When Part II. Of Scots Poems. 63 When barb'rous Foes the Roman Bounds o'er- fpread, Thither the Mufes for Protedion fled : Hence Greek & Roman Learning in full Store,) By Charlemain to France was wafted o're, > And planted throve as on their nat'ral Shore: ) That Charlemain who liv'd and reign'd fo well In Goodnefs as in Greatnefs did excel, That willing Nations own'd him for their Lord, And join'd to Gallick Flow'rs th' Imperial Bird : This Emperour deem'd it no abufing Thing To ftrick a League with CALEDONIA'S King, A League which neither Dint of Sword can break, Nor wild Sedition from it's Center (hake, No mad Defire of Sway can give it Date, But only the refiftlefs Pow'r of Fate. REVIEW your Triumphs fmce that famous Age, And all Confed'rats which did e're engage To ruine France, France never won the Day, Unlefs where Scotifh Souldiers cut the Way: France fcarcely ever felt a difmal Blow, But Floods of Scotifh Gore the Fields o'reflow, This People fhar'd their Fortunes ev'ry Turn With France they're jovial, and with France they mourn : Swords threat'ning France they on themfelves have drawn, A Truth to Dutch and Englijh fully known, Witnefs 64 A Choice Colleffion Part II. Witnefs the Po where Phaeton lay flain, And Naples oft contended for in vain. THIS Dowr is brought you by the Royal Maid, The nobleft Dowry ever Mortal paid, A Nation trufty to the laft Degree, And leagu'd to yours in ftridleft Amitie; An happy Omen of a Cordial Bed, A Nation never fully conquered, Tho' toft with many Perills : Hence doth rife A fure Prefage of future Victories. BUT You fair Nymph, to whom propitious Heav'n A match moft worthy of your felf has giv'n, The Charming Wit and Beauty do confpire, And all the Graces which the World admire, Themfelves with anxious Confultations vex, To drefs you up the Model of your Sex. Tho' he whom Mankind wim'd to fill the Throne Inferior to his God-like Sire alone, Tho' he to you the Royal Scepter vail, And owns you for the Emprefs of his Soul. Yet know your Sex, and *to the Marriage Yoke Innure your felf, which galls the more its, choak'd : Your fympathizing Love with Love conftrain; And paffive Valour will a Conqueft gain. BE- Part II. Of Scots Poems. 65 BEHOLD the foaming Ocean how he roars, And on with-ftanding Rocks his Billows pours, With fuch vaft Force his raging Waves are born, The Clifts almoft from the Foundation torn; But where the Shore in humble Sand is bow'd, And makes a pleafant Lodging for the God, He checks his full Carreer & curbs his Pow'r, Strives to be lefs, that he may pleafe the more. No fullen Frowns his angry Brows invert, Nor froathing Menaces difturb his Breaft, But with a Vifage calm, ferene, and clear, Such at the Birth of Nature did appear, He fhuns the Bank, and gliding back, apace Comes foreward with a Lover's mild Embrace. SEE how the mantling Ivy doth in-fold Her tender Leaves, and on an Oak takes hold, Till with the tall afpiring Tree me rife, And both together reach the wond'ring Skies ; Complying Arts will Sullenefs enhaunce, And Love is got and kept by Complaifance. LET not thefe fonder Thoughts moleft your Mind, Your Country and your Mother's left behind, This too's your Native Soil, what Shoals of Friends And Kindred on your Nuptial Pomp attends? A long bleft Race of Monarchs here have fway'd, To whom in Blood you nearly are ally'd : I Look 66 A Choice ColleSKon Part II. Look round, all are a Kin where e're you tread, The Mighty living, and the Mightier dead, Whofe Acflions have immortaliz'd their Name, And ftuck their Merits in the Rolls of Fame : Befides there's One behind doth you expedl, Compar'd to whom all elfe you muft neglect, The Faireft, Braveft of the Royal Line, By Birth almoft a Brother Uterine ; Or any Thing that Laws do bid us prize, Or Nature ftronger than all Legal Ties. Now if the Gods do not our Vows deceive, And we too fondly what we wifh believe, A numerous Progeny from you mall fpring, Which may your Love to firm Confiftence bring: Such pretty Boys & Daughters be your Share,v One Smile of whom may banifh all your care Sons, as the Father, Brave; Girls, as the I Mother, Fair. Grant me ye Deftinies to live fb long, Till France and Scotland's Union be my Song: An Union which may Time and Death defy, And with the Stars have Co-eternity. Nota. In April 1558. Was the Dauphin Married to the Queen of Scotland, which was honoured by an Epi- thalamium written by Buchanan, reckon' d to be one of the rareft Pieces of Latin Poetry. Burnett Abridg. of the Rift, of the Reformat. P. 331. Part II. Of Scots Poems. 67 William Lithgow, Writer in Edinburgh, HIS EPITAPH. TfDinburgh may fay, Ohon, ~ And fo may Leitb and Sand-button, Melrofs-land and Dolphingftoun But what Remeed, All they can do, is to bemoan Will. Litbgow s Dead. He was a fturdie Man of Weir, And never Lordlie of his Geir, He lap as well as any Steer, Withouten dread ; But now he's laid into his Bier, Poor WlliS* Dead. Galtoun-fide and Darnick Town Was never free of Thief and Lown, Where Willie did his Sorrows drown In Time of Need : I 2 Had 68 A Choice Collection Part II. Had they him yet, they would him Crown, But Oh he's Dead. To Melrofs Abbacy he went, To pay the Minifter his Stent, Who faid to him, Y'are welcome Bent To fay your Creed ; Pray tafte this Brandy to me fent, It's mild as Meed. Tom Drouth and he was Billie-Boyes, They took their Pint in Willie Hoyes With Ifobel Stumpie and her Decoyes, And few their Seed : But now he's left thefe idle Toyes, For he is Dead. Each Day when he came from his Bed, Tom Drouth through*Ale-houfes him led Where he the Lafles Legs did med, With fow great Speed ; Hame was he carried on a Sled, But now he's Dead. So prettilie as he did Dance, And how the Lafles he did Launce, At ev'ry Step he mocked France^ That broken Reed: But now poor Will, lies in a Trance, For he is Dead. He was good Company at Jeifts, And wanton when he came to Feafts, He Part II. Of Scots Poems. 69 He fcorn'd the Converfe of great Beafts Or a Sheep-head, He leugh at Stories about Ghaifts, Blyth Willie* Dead. He fetched fometimes thrice a Day, Like Robin Ormfton that Lump of Clay, He flourifh'd then like a green Bay With upborn Head ; But now he's vanifht quite away, For he is Dead, Good-fellows they took great Delight To fee him bark but never bite, He blethred fo as he did flyte, Shaiking his Head, At every Word he gave a Steyt, But now he's Dead, Will. Keir and Jamie Clerk him knew, And fua did all that drunken Crew, He would not rich be as a Jew, He wanted Greed, For he was alwife juft and true, But now he's Dead. At length his Wife fell to her Tricks, She haunted Limmers and great Licks, She drank with them and priev'd their But any Dread, He valued her as rotten Sticks Which was his Dead His yo A Choice Collection Part IL His Wife was alfo ( as all are ) Bad She fold away all that he had, Which broke his Heart and made it fad* And cold as Lead ; Yet he was ay an honeft Lad, But now he's Dead. Ye Gentlemen that given be To Bacchus and fweet Lecherie, Now take Example when you fee Your Neighbour bleed: As Willie is fo muft you be^ Alace ! he's Dead. Part II. Of Scots Poems 7 1 C ^E L I A's Country-houfe and Clofet. By Sir GEORGE MACKENZIE of Rofebaugb, Advocate to K. Charles II. and K. James VII. [ The Author invokes Friendship as his Mufe.] T SING no Triumphs, nor fuch empty Things, 'Tis Solid Friend/hip gives me Theme and Wings : Friendmip / that wifer Rival of Vain Love, Which does more Firm, tho' not fo Fiery prove; My Subject, thou the Mufe whom I invoke, Fire thou my Breaft, but fire it without Smoke: If thou my 'Thoughts wilt ripen with thy Rays, Around my Brows mall fpring Immortal Bays. Virgil himfelf hath of me no fuch Odds, As Friendmip of his Ctefar and his Gods : Friendship's as ftrong, tho' rarer than of old, And does like Fire in Winter grow more cold. I'll Rife, I'll Rife then, by a tow'ring Flight Above my own, tho' far below its Height : I can my Thoughts, but cannot raife my Theme, There's too much Merit in her Charming Name: As 72 A Choice ColleElwn Part II. As Warmth doth Flow'rs, fo Beauty ripens Wit, And makes Men Think what's High, and Say what's Fit. Yet, Gentle Mufe, let not thy Zeal confpire, With Cilia's Eyes, to fet the World on Fire, Left her Adorer thou her Victim turn : A Poet's Flame ihould Warm, but fhould not Burn. [The Palace] UPON a Plain, where nothing bounds the Eye But what could Pleafe without Variety, A Palace, on a fmall Afcent, doth ftand, And views thofe Vallies which it doth com- mand ; Long Rows of Orange-trees upon each Side, The wond'ring Eye to that great Palace guide : Betwixt which Rows, moft pleafant Ponds they fee, Which with the Avenue in Length agree. Neptune with'sTrident on the Brink doth ftand, Prouder thofe, than the Ocean to Command: Glaucus his Galatea does admire, And in cool Waters feeds his Scorching Fire ; But whilft he Angles in thefe pleafant Lakes, He's more a Captive than the Fifh he takes. Two little Cupids, with a trembling Hand, Cover their Ears, left Triton, who does ftand Sound- Part II. Of Scots Poems. 73 Sounding his Shelly Trumpet, fhould them wound ; For nothing more, than Noife does Love confound. Over thofe Ponds, th'inclining Trees do look, Making a Mirror of the Glaffy Brook: Thofe fleecy Clouds, the Bottles of the Rain Beget their Likenefs on the Wat'ry Plain. The dazling Sun baths there his fcorching Beams, As if he wafh'd his Spots in thofe pure Streams. Here our Antipodes our Fancy fees, And Fifties feem to neftle in the Trees: Whilft others of them Swim upon the Sky, And Birds, at once, here and above do fly : Their Surface does, as pav'd with Criftal fhow, Whilft we fee curious Landskip drawn below. But when thofe Waters ftiew their Lady's Face, The World can boaft of no fuch Pidure-Cafe. There Pleafure does the Swans and Wild-ducks tame, Who, on their Beds of Down, reft in the Stream: The fcaly Flocks dance in the yielding Deep, And with the warbling Birds the Cadence keep; Like Beams lanc't from the Sun, themfelves they dart, So fwift, that they appear in ev'ry Part. [The Wood.} A WOOD does Warm or Shade it's either Side, K In 74 A Choice Collection Part II. In which the Trees do rife with equal Pride, And to the Heavens, like Arms, their Branches fpread, To thank thefe for the Rain by which they're fed. Here wander thofe whom Love hath led aftray; But her they fhun they ftill find in their Way: To him whofe Heart this conqu'ring Paflion wears, Each Hill, each Tree, the Charming Image bears, And as with ev'ry Thing we ftill fee Light, So whatfoe'er we fee, fhe's ftill in Sight : Each Tree's a Cage and Confort, where we hear How Liberty the very Birds does chear: 'Tis not the Spring does them to Singing move, But they do Sing becaufe they're then in Love: Love on Gray Hairs a blooming Youth can bring ; For Love is Nature's Mufick, Youth and Spring: Like Youth 'tis Gay, it like to Mufick charms, And, like the Spring, from Rigidnefs it warms. In thofe fweet Fields, the Happy Shepherds play, And, by their Looks, Speak more than we can Say; No Thought nor Face needs her a Cheating Drefs, What True Love Thinks, Kind Nature does Exprefs : O/ how they Laugh at Favours Bought and Sold, And Part II. Of Scots Poems. 75 And fcorn the Triumphs of bewitching Gold : May no edg'd Tool, thofe Friendly Boughs invade, Which eager Raptures of charm'd Lovers Shade. [Her Father s Statue.} ABOVE the Gate, her Father's Statue ftands, Whofe Actions did exceed his great Commands, Whofe Friendfhip, like his Wit, was Juft and Strong, He would not do, nor could he fuffer Wrong : In War, like Fire which fpacious Forrefts burns, And make great Waftes where e're its Fury turns : In Peace he, Angel-like, RefpecT: did draw, By Merit, and by Love, kept Men in Awe. Courage did to his Reafon give an Edge, And Reafon fmooth'd what Courage had of Rage: His Courage thus was Wife, his Reafon Bold, This Cool'd its Heat, That Warm'd what was too Cold. [The Gardens} SPREAD to the Eaft, embroider'd Gardens ly, O'er which the Sun looks with a Fruitful Eye, As his fweet Offspring, and feems to be vain, That Glorious Solomon and all his Train Were, by the greateft Matter, thought outdone K 2 B v 76 A Choice Collection Part II By thefe Robes he had for the Lillies fpun. Here he doth all his Morning Bluihes place Upon a Rofe's, or a Tulip's, Face, Whilft others of his Rays, with pow'r, are fent The Pinks and fragrant July-flow'rs to paint, And all the Whitenefs that he can exhale From her fair Cheeks, he leffen'd, does let fall On the Narcifflis^ but it here looks pale, Afham'd thus from the Origine to fail. Here Labyrinths fo pleafe, that we may doubt If Art or Pleafure hinder getting out. A Fountain-Nymph darts Water up on high, And from the Centre doth the Garden fpy, Which doth with Eden in all things agree, Save that its Miftrefs will not tempted be. [An Artificial Rock.] SHE here an Artificial Rock hath rais'd, By which, ev'n whilft we're Cheated, we are Pleas'd : Here Nature's equal'd, future Art defy'd, No Lady's Glafs could have more jufty ly'd. Here do the Melancholy Pleafure find, And Print their Thoughts upon the Mofly Rind: From this the Bearded Streams do fall from high, And as they bruifed were, they Roar and Cry. In other Rocks, well busk'd with Trees, Birds Neft, Some Court, fome Sing, fome Fly, and fome few reft. K 2 A Part II. Of Scots Poems. 77 [A Multiplying Echo.} AN Echo ready to repeat her Words, With many Mouths a fweet Return affords ; And whilft (he Sings, they do in Confort found, Her Words fo pleafe her, that they all rebound. The Balmie Morning there doth early rife, Deck'd with the Glories of the Eaftren Skies : But feeing far more Orient in her Face, It, blufhing, does retire to give them Place. The Happier Sun does rife in Pride and Hafte, That he his Eyes may on that Wonder Feaft, By which impregnate with more radiant Light, He in frefh Luftre, foars a higher Flight : But from that Height, feeing her Glories mine, He bows in Homage, hafting to decline, And to the other World does wifely run, So great a Rival of his Light to fhun. [The Praife of a Country Life.] O HAPPY Country Life, Pure like their Air, Free from the Rage of Pride, the Pangs of Care, Here Happy Souls ly bath'd in foft Content, And are at once Secure and Innocent : No Paffion here but Love; Here is no Wound But that by which Lovers their Names con- found On Barks of Trees, whilft with a failing Face They fee how thefe kind Letters ftill embrace. Here the kind Myrtles their fweet Branches fpread, And 78 A Choice ColMion Part II. And fure no Laurel cafts fo fweet a Shade. Yet all thefe Country Pleafures, without Love, Would but a dull and tedious Prifon prove : But Oh ! what Woods, Parks, Meadows Gar- dens ly In the bleft Circle of a Miftrefs Eye ; What Courts, what Camps, what Triumphs do we find In her fweet Converfe, when fhe will be kind. And what a dull thing fhould this World have been, If charming Beauties were not to be feen ; For when we mifs fair Calia in this Place, Her Abfence does it Ruine and Difgrace. [The Clofet.] To find Defects, or wifh Additions, here, Does equally Impoflible appear. From this then, to her Clofet, I'll retire ; For what flie Loves we juftly may Admire : The Rooms Quadrangle, and the Walls do rife With fo much Juftnefs in their Squares and Size, That two Impreflions by the felf fame Seal Do not in all their Lines accord more well. She in her Floor doth trample under Foot A Glob, in rich Mofaick Marble cut : As her Thoughts do, what that does reprefent, Not like us ravifh'd with It, tho' content ; From Heav'n, which the rich Roof does re- prefent, A Criftal Candleftick feem to be fent. Our Part II. Of Scots Poems. 79 [Our Saviour's Pl5turel\ OUR Saviour there fo Living feems to be, He Calvin could oblige to bow his Knee ; The Painter cut fo deep his bleeding Wounds, That Art and Grief, both pleafe us and confounds : Yet, Lord, when I thefe Wounds thus bleeding fee, I muft conclude they bleed at Sight of me ; I in Thy Death o'er-act this fatal Part Who pierc'd Thy Side, for I do pierce Thy Heart. Upon His Head there ftands a Crown of Thorns, Defign'd for Torture, but He it adorns ; And fmce for us, the Earth was curs'd with thefe, He bears them as the Marks of our Difeafe. In the Floods of His BlefTed Tears, I fee The Image of what's due to Sin and me : The Pencil here, like Aaron's Rod, doth fmite Our Rocky Hearts, and we weep with Delight : I fear thefe Tears the Painter here doth fpread, Are far more real than the Tears we ftied, Since our Hearts break not at fo great a Wonder, Which did the Rocks and Temple rent afunder. [The Virgin Mary.'] A WELL cut Criftal, in a richer Cafe, Covers 8o A Choice Collection Part II. Covers and Shews at once that Virgin's Face; Who flies, yet gets from Mankind fuch Refpect, That feems Idolatry, or elfe Neglect. [The Infant.} THE Infant JESUS, looks fo in her Arm, As if the Painter had Him taken warm Up from the Craddle ; Art fo deludes the Eye, That men expect ftill when to hear Him Cry. [Mary Magdalen} SAD Magdalen does here more Pity move Than formerly me did Delight or Love : She wafhes now, with conftant Tears thofe Eyes, Which were Unfortunate in Victories ; And in thofe Streams, fhe nobly makes Expire Her roving Humour and her fatal Fire : In that Blefs'd Brine me doth her Soul preferve, Her Tears, as Pearls, for Ornament her ferve : The Floor now with thefe lovely Locks is fweept, In which, as Chains, her Gallants once fhe kept. Calla from this, moft wifely does obferve, That whilft we God, our Fame we likewife, ferve ; For to this Magdalen half Europe bows, And, with Refpect, Make and Perform their Vows : Nor Part II. Of Scots Poems. 8 1 Nor is there any can fome Tears deny Seeing fo many fall from her fair Eye. The Book of Life gives a more lafting Name, Than the much toil'd for Regifter of Fame. \A Hermitage ?sf Lands kip, ,] A REVEREND Hermite under an aged Oak, Our Pity may, and Piety provoke : Befides his Tears, he nothing there can fow, Yet Herbs, for Food, do by that Wat'ring grow. The Rocks, as melting with Compaffion, weep, In thefe cool Cellars he his Drink doth keep : No bruifed Grape bleeds from his Cup ; no Knife Needs, to preferve his, take Anothers Life : No murder 'd Beaft does in his Bowels groan, As if it did its own Death there bemoan ; Nor in Revenge, Fevers and Gouts do raife, Glad to affift each Mutinous Difeafe : All his own Flefh in Sacrifice is fpent, And when he Feafts, 'tis on our hardeft Lent. He in the Bofom of a Grove does fit, Where neither Sun's, nor Envy's Rage can hit: As Myfteries do Truth, fo Groves do Light, Not Darken, but Conceal from Human Sight; Whence 'twas in Groves the Pagans did of old Their Sacred Rites and Myfteries unfold. Here, in a Soul vaft like the ftretcht out Spheres, He rolls Thoughts greater than what Atlas bears : L No- 82 A Choice Collection Part II. Nothing that's lefs than God fhares in his Wonder, In whom the leaft Thing he admires is Thunder. And whilft his Thoughts mount on Seraphick Wings, He fees the World and Fame as little things : He courts not Sleep, with foft Melodious Airs, Nor in benumming Wine needs drown his Cares, The rich pil'd Grafs gives him a Velvet Bed, And Trees afford him Curtains in their Shade. What Crowned Head refts in fuch bleffed State, Or fo confines his Wiihes to his Fate. [A Death's Head.} NEXT to her Mirror, a Death's Head takes place That mews what is; This what fhall be her Face: And fure it needs great Faith to make her think, The Face me bears, to what me fees, can fhrink : And it may feem, that when fair Calia dies She Better may, but not more Lovely Rife. [Charles the Fir/1.] GREAT Charles \ God's Nobleft Image a- mong Men, Whofe Life deferves his own moft matchlefs Pen: His Life was the beft Law a King could make, Much Liberty he gave, but none did take. God Part II. Of Scots Poems. 83 God-like his Pow'r he us'd in doing Good, Lefs careful of his own, than Subjects Blood : No Blood lefs Sacred could atone the Crimes Of thofe Rebellious and Blafphemous Times, Above all Martyrs in this Magnified They for Religion ; but it with him Dy'd, This fixes that bleft Race which long has flood; Great by its own but Greater by this Blood : This for Reward a matchlefs Son did bring, Heav'ns only Govern'd by a Better King ; And fuch as cannot under him be free To Knaves and Fools mould flaves for ever be. Freted Religion fickens into Zeal That Holy Fever of the Common-well, By this fweet Name falfe Men their Rage Baptize, And not to God, but Molech Sacrifice. Making their Enemies pafs through a Fire, They do their Offerings kindle by their Ire. [Seneca.] NEXT Charles, Grave Seneca does choofe his Place, The Greateft Preacher that e'er wanted Grace; Bearing thefe Looks, each whereof was a Law, Which the Rude World and Nero kept in Awe; Till he in's Luft himfelf and Rome did Burn, Leaving bare Walls to be that Cities urn. Vertue's but Pedantry when we oppofe A Princes will, thefe Counfellors are Foes: Nor can a Tyrant learn at a cheap Rate, Since his firfl Tutor is his adverfe Fate. L2 Ju- 84 A Choice Collettlon Part II. \Jullus THERE we with Awe, fee C Ut of his Conditions to carp for a while, ^ And compt you his Qualities, compaft with Appardon me Poets to alter my Stile, (Cair, And wifle my Verfe for fyling the Air, Returning directly again to Argile Where laft that I left him baith bairfit and bair, Where rightly I reckoned his Race very vile Defcending of Devils as I declare. But which of the Gods will guide me aright Abhorring fo abominable So doolful and deteftable, So So knavifh cankred execrable And wearied a Wight. In Argile amang theGaits he gaid within Glens, Ay there tifing Offices of a bruit Beaft, While bleflefs was banifht for handling of Hens, Syne forward to Flanders faft fled or he ceaft. From poor anes Pultrie he plucked the Pens, Delighting in Thift, the Heart of his Breaft, And Courage enclin'd to Knav'ry Men kens, To peftilent Purpofe plainly he preaft .* But trulie to tell all the Truth unto you In nowife was he wife, He ufed both Carts and Dice, And fled no Kind of Vice, Or few as I trow. He was a falfe Schifmatick notoriouflie nam'd, Both Whoredom and Homicide unfel he ufed, With all the fevenSins the Smatchet was fham'd; Pride, Ire and Envy, this Undought abufed, For greedy Covetoufnefs bitterly blamed, For Baudrie and Bordeling lucklefs he ruized: Trift,Trines and Drunknefs,the Dyvor defam'd, Falfe Feinzeir, with Fly ting and Flattrie infufed, Maift finful and fenfual, fhame to rehearfe, Whofe fecklefs Foolifhnefs And beaftly Bruklenefs Can no Man as I guefs Well put it into Verfe. A Warlock and a Warwolf, a Vowbet but Hair, A Devil, a Dragon, a dead Dromedarie, A counterfit Cuftron that cracks, does not cair, PART III. D A A clavering Cohooby that cracks of the Pharie, Whofe favorlefs Phifnome doth duely declare His Vices and Vicioufnefs, although I wold vary Arcandarrfs Aftrologie, a Latern of Lair, Affirms his Bleaidnefs to Wifdom contrary, Betakning baith Babling and Baldnefs of Age, Great Fraud and foul Deceit, Capped with quit Conceit, Witnefs fome Verfe he wrate Half dead in a Rage. His Anagram alfo concerning that Cafe, Says furelie its a Sign of a leacherous Lown, His Palenefs next partlie with Brown i'th'Face, Arcandam afcrives to Babling ay bown, And trading intemperate, timelefs but Place, A Coward yet cholrick and drunk in each Town, And als his Afs Ears they fing in fhort Space, The frantick Fool fhall grow mad \\keMaboivn- But yet fhal he live long, which alas were a Lofs, For fuch a tried Traitour, A babling Blafphemator Was never form'd of Nature So gouked a Goofe, Whofe Origine noble the Note of his Name, Cal'd Etymologic bears rightly record, His Sirname doth flow from 2 Terms of Defame ItromMont&Gomorab where De'ils be th'Lord, His Kinfmen were clearly caft out to his Shame, That this is the Clan whom Chrift hath abhor'd, And bears of the Birth-place their horribleName, Where iSWo/^/Y^Sinners with ftinking were fmord. Now . Now fen all is fuith that is faid of this Smy Unto that caped Clark And pretty Peice of Wark, That bitterly doth bark, I may this reply. Pd/wart's laft Fly ting zgzmfti Montgomery. He Villain vain, and war than I've tald thee, Thy withered Wame is damnified and dried Befhitten Byftour, baldly I forbade thee, To mel with me, or elfe thou fhuld dear buy it, The Speach but Purpofe, Porter is efpied, V But Invectives againft him well defied, Rob Stein thou raves, forgetting whom thou matches, Leave Bogles, Brownies, Gyre-carlings & Gaifts, Daftard thou daffs that with fuch Devilry mels Thy Reafons favours of Reek, and nothing elfe, Then Sentences of Suit fa fweetly fmels, Thou fat fo near the Chimney-nuik that made'em Faft by the Ingle, amang the Oyfter Shells, Dreidand, my Danger durft not well debar'em. Thy tratling Truiker, wald gar Tades fpew And Carl-cats weep Vinegar with their Eine, Thou faid I borrowed Blads that is not true, The contrary, falfe Smatchet, mall be feen, I never had of that making ye mein A Verfe in Writ, in Print, or yet perqueir, Whilk I can prove, and cleanfe me wonder cleir, Though fmgle Words no Writer can forbeir. D 2 To [ 28 ] To prove my Speeches probable and plain Thou muft confefs thou ufed my Invention, I reckoned firft thy Race, fyne thou again In that fame fort made of thy Mafter mention, Thy Wit is weak with me to have Diflention, For to my Speech thou never made Reply ; At Liberty to lie is thy Intention, I anfwer ay which thou cannot deny, Thy Friends are Fiends,of Apes thoufeinzies mine, With my Affiftance faying all thou can, I count fuch Kindred better yet nor thine, Without which thou might have barked waift ; I laid the Ground whereon thou beft began, To big the Brig whereof thou brags maift. Thy Lack of Judgment may be als perceived, Thir twa chief Points of Reafon wants in thee, Thou attributes to Aips, where thou has reaved The Ills of Horfe, a monftrous Sight to fee, Na Marvel though ill won, ill wared be. For all thefe Ills thou flaw, I am right certain, From Semple*s Ditements of a Horfe did die, Of Porterfield that dwelt into Dumbarton, Amang the Ills of Aips that thou haft tauld, Though to a Horfe pertaining properlie, Thou puts the Spaven in the forder Spauld, That ufeth in the Hinder-hogh to be, Fra Horfemen anes thy Cunning hear and fee I fear auld Allan get na mair ado, Alas poor Man he may lay down and die, Sine thou's fucceed to wear the Silver Shoe. Farder thou flees with other Fowls Wings, O're- O'reclade with clearer Colours than thy awn, But fpecially with fome of Semp/e's Things, Or of a plucked Goofe thou had been knawn, Or like a Cran, in Manting foon ov'rthrawn, That muft take ay nine Steps before ihe flee, So in the Gout thou might have ftand & blawn As long as thou lay gravel'd like to die. I fpeak not of thy vicious Divifions, Where thou pronounces & yet propones but part Incumbred with fa manie tryed Confufions, Quhilk ihaws thy Rime but Rhetoric or Art, Thy Memorie is fhort befhrew thy Heart, Telling one Thing over twice or thrice at anes, And cannot from a proper Place depart, Except I were to frig thee with Whin-ftanes. The Things I faid if that thou would deny, Meaning to wry the Verity with Wiles, Lick where I laid and pickle of that Pye, Thy Knavery Credence frae thee quite Exiles, Thy fecklefs Folly all the Air defiles, I find fa many Faults ilk an over another, Firft I muft tell thee all thy ftatelie Stiles, And fyne bequeath thee to thy birken Brother. Fond Fliter, fhit Shiter, Bacon Byter, all defiPd Blunt-bleitar, Paddock-pricker, Pudding-eater perverfe, Hen-plucker, Clofet-mucker, Houfe-cocker very vild, Tany Chieks, thou fpeaks with thy Breiks, foul Erfe, Wood Tike, Hood-pike, ay like to live in Lack, Flouer [ 30 ] Flouer the Pin,fcabed Skin, eat in that thoufpake, Gum gade, bald skade,foul-fac'd,why flatethou foul? I tell you, fill tow, thou dow not defend thee, Quhakend thy End,falfe Fiend, phantaftickMule, Theif fmy, thy wald cry fy, fy, to gar end thee. Sweit Sow,doild Cow, ay fow,foul fa thy Banes, Very wild, defil'd, ay wood ilk Month anes, Tany Tade thou's defeat, now debate, if thou dow. Huch Padle, lick Ladle, fhite Sadie, do thy beft. Creiihie Souter, Shoe-clouter, Winch-mouter, dare thou, Ragge-railer,Sheep-ftealer, double Dealer, thou's be dreft, Follie prief, bein Thief, Mifchief fall thy Lips. Bleird-Baird,thyRewardisprepar'dforthyHips, Erfe-flaiker,glyde Glaiker, Room-raiker for Re- lief, Lunatick,Frenatick,Schifmatick,SwingeourSob, Turd fac'd, ay chas'd, almaift fyl'd for a Thief, Mifliekite, an thou flyte, I'll drite in thy Gob, Tuit Mow, wild Sow, foon bow or I wand thee, Land-louper, light Skouper, ragged Rouper like a Raven, Halland-fhaker, Draught-raker, Bannock-baiker, all befhitten, Craig-in-Peril, toom Barrel, quit the Quarrel, or be fhaven, Rud Ratler, common Tratler, poor Pratler, out- flitten. Hell-fpark, fcabbed Clark, an thou bark, I fhall belt thee. Scad [ 3' ] Scad Scald, over bald, foon fald, or melt thee. Loufie Lugs, leap Jugs, toom the Mugs on the Midden, Tanny Flank, Red-fhank, Pike-thank, I muft pay thee. Spew bleck, niddie Neck, come and beck at my Bidden. Falfe Loun, make the 'Boun,Mabo i wn mon have thee. Rank Ruiter, fcurlie Whiter, and Juiter, nane fower. Decreft, oppreft, pofleft with Plufo's Power, Capped Knave, proud Slave, ye raveayunrocked, Whiles flavrand, whiles ravand, whiles wavrand with Wine, Greedy gouked, poor plucked, ill inftrudled, ye's be knocked, Gley'd Gangrel, auld Mangrel, to the Hungrel and Sapine. Calumniator, Blafphemator, vile Creature untrue, Thy Cheiping and Peiping with Weeping thou fhalt rue, Mad Maunter, vain Vaunter, ay Haunter, in Slavery. Pudding-pricker, ban the Bicker, nane quicker in Knavery. Kaily Lips, kifs my Hips, into Grips, thou's be bind, Bail-Brewar, Poifon Spewer, mony trouer has been pyn'd, Swine-keeper, Land-leeper,tir'd Sleeper, from the Druith. Lean . Learl Limmer, fteal Grimmer, I fhall skimer i' thy Mouth. Fly'd fool,made Mule, die with Dool,on an Aik, Knave kend, Chrift fend, ill End, on thee now. Pudden Wright, out of Sight, thou's be dight, like a Draik. Jock-blunt, thrawn Frunt, kifs the C of the Cow, Purfe-peiler, Hen-ftealer, Cat-killer, now I quel thee, Rubiator, Fornicator by Nature, foul befal thee. Tyke-fticker, poifon'd Viccar, Pot-licker, I mon pay thee. Jock blunt, dead Runt, I fhall punt while I flay thee. Tyr'd Clatterer, Skin Batterer, and Flatterer of Friends. Wild widdered, mifordered, Confederat with Fiends. Blind Brock, loufie Dock, bor'd Block, banifh'd Towns. HoieThiefsFace,there'snaGrace,forthatGrunzie. Beld biffed,marmifTed,Lanfprezedto thy Lowns, Dead Dring, dry'd Sting, thou will hing, but a Sunzie. Lick Butter, Throat-cutter, Fifh-gutter, fill the Fetters, Come bleitand and greitand, faft citand thy lad- ly Letters. The [ 33 ] The VIII. following POEMS were writ by Sir Robert Aytoun, Secretary to Anne and Mary Queens of Great- Britain. I. On Diophantus and Charidora. WHEN Diophantus knew The Deftinies Decreet, How he was forced to forgoe His Dear and only Sweet, Ov'rvaulted with the Vail Of Beam reheating Trees ; And gaftly gazing on the Ground, Even Death ftroke in his Eyes : Oft prefled he to fpeak, But whyll he did eflay The agonizing Dreads of Death His wreftling Voice did flay. At laft, as one that ftrives Againft both Woe and Shame, Dear Charidora, ah ! he cryes, My High-adored Dame ; Firft I atteft thy Name, And then the Gods above, But Chief of thofe, the Boy that bears The ftately Styll of Love. PART III. E Let [ 34 ] Let thofe record with me What was my conftant Part ; And if I did not honour thee With an well hallowed Heart : I facrific'd to thee My fecret chaft Defires, Upon the Beauties Altar burnt With never quenching Fires : Thou was that Idol ftill, Whofe Image I adored, The Saint to whom I made my Vows, Whofe Pitties I implored; The Star that fav'd my Ship From Tempeft of Defpair, When the Horizon of my Hope Ov'rclouded was with Care : Thou was the fovereign Balm, That fweet Cathollcon, Which cured me of all my Cares, When I did grieve and groan ; Tho' now fuch ftrange Events Are interveen'd fincefyne, As I dare not avow to fay, Or think that thou art mine ; Which makes me thus infert In thofe my forrowing Songs, The Hiftory of my Mifhap, My Miferies and Wrongs ; Not that I can accufe My Charidora ; no : I only execrate the Fates, Chief [ 35 ] Chief Workers of my Woe. Should {he whom I have lov'd So many loathfome Years, For whom my dear difiilling Eyes Has fhed fuch Streams of Tears ; Should fhe, I fay, be made A Prey to fuch an one, Who for her fake yet never gave Not one untymely Groan : No furely, furely no ; The Fates may do me wrong, And make her by their bad Decreet To whom they pleafe belong : Yet I dare boldly fay, And peradventure vant, That me is mine by Lot of Love, Tho' Luck in Love I want ; And tho' my Horofcope Envy my Worldly Things, Yet unto Love it gave me Leave For to compair with Kings. And if I knew the Vyer Under the Starry Sky, That durft avow to love my Dame More faithfully than I, I mould tear out this Heart That entertains my Breath, And caft it down before her Feet, To dy a fhameful Death. But fince both Time and me Have try'd me to be true, E 2 And [. 36 ] And found fuch Faithfulnefs in me As fhall be found in few ; I reft fecure in this, And cares not who pretend The moe perfues, the more my Pairt Proves perfect to the End : And others faithlefs Faiths In Ballance weigh'd with mine, " Shall make my Faith for to triumph And as the Sun to mine. There ihall no Change of Things, Of Time, of Soyl, nor Air, Inforce me to forgoe the Vows Made to my faireft Fair, Which here I do renew In folemn Form again ; To witnefs, as I did begin, So ihall I ftill remain. I fwear by thofe two Eyes, My only deareft Dear, And by the Stygian Stanks of Hell, Whereby the Gods did fwear ; That thou art only (he Whofe Countenance I crave, And fhall be both in Life and Death Thy beft affeded Slave : That there fhall no Deceits Of lovely laughing Eyen, No fugard Sound of Syren Songs, With far fetch'd Sighs between, Deface out of my Mind What [ .37 1 What Love did fo ingrave. Thy Words, thy Looks, and fuch Things elfe, As none but Angels have. And this which here I fwear And folemnly proteft, Thofe Trees, which only prefent are, Shall witnefs and atteft. But chiefly above all This holy Shade and Green, On which the Cyphers of our Names Character 'd fhall be feen. O happy, happy Tree, Into whofe tender Rynd The Trophies of our Love fhall live Eternally infhryn'd ; Which fhall have Force to make Thy Memory remain, Sequeftrate from the baftard Sort Of Trees which are prophane. And when with carelefs Looks The reft ov'rpaft fhall be, Then thou fhall be ador'd and kift For Char i dor as Tree. And peradventure too, For Diophantus fake, Some civil Perfon that comes by Shall Homage to thee make. Thus bleft fhall thou remain, While I unhappy prove, And doubtful where I fhall be bleft, When I fhall leave my Love. Indeed [ 38 ] Indeed all is in doubt ; But thus I muft depart, The Body muft a Pilgrim be, And me retain the Heart. The Thoughts of which Exile, And dolorous Divorce, Works Sorrow, Sorrow doth from me Thofe fad Complaints inforce : For while I was refolv'd To fmoother up my Grief, Becaufe it might but move in Men More Marvel than Belief. The never ceafing Frowns of male-encountrous Fates Extorted thofe abortive Births Of importune Regretes, To witnefs to the World That my Mifhaps are fuch, As tho' I mourn like one half mad, I cannot mourn too much ; For if of all Mifhaps This be the Firft of all, To have been highly happy once, And from that Heighth to fall, I'm fure I may well fay, That Diopbantus Name Is the Synonyme of Mifhaps, Or elfe exceed the fame. Or if there be no Hell But out of Heav'n to be, Confider what her Want mould work, Whofe [ 39 ] Whofe Sight was fuch to me. I think all thefe that fpeak Of Sorrow, fhould think ihame, When Diophantus {hall be heard, Or Charidorcfs Name ; Her Worth was without Spot, His Truth was unreprov'd : The one deferv'd at leaft to live, The other to be lov'd. Yet hath the dev'lifh Doom Of Deftinies ordain'd, That he fhould lofs both Life and Love, And me a faithful Friend. Wherefore all you that hears Thofe am'rous tragick Plays, Beftow on him a World of Plaints, On her a World of Praife. II. On Love. y I ^Here is no worldly Pleafure here below, ^ Which by Experience doth not Folly prove; But amongft all the Follies that I know, The fweeteft Folly in the World is Love : But not that Paffion which with Fools Confent Above the Reafon bears imperious Sway, Making their Lifetime a perpetual Lent, As if a Man were born to fail and pray. No, that is not the Humour I approve, As .[ 4 I As either yielding Pleafure or Promotion : I like a mild and lukewarm Zeal in Love, Altho' I do not like it in Devotion ; For it has no Coherence with my Creed, To think that Lovers die as they pretend : If all that, fay they, dy, had dy'd indeed, Sure long e're now the World had had an End. Befides, we need not love but if we pleafe ; No Deftiny can force Men's Difpofition, And how can any die of that Difeafe, Whereof himfelf may be his own Phyfician: But fome feems fo diftradted of their Wits, That I would think it but a Venial Sin To take fome of thofe Innocents that fits In Bedlam out, and put fome Lovers in ; Yet fome Men rather than incur the Slander Of true Apoftates, will falfe Martyrs prove. But I am neither Iphis nor Leander, I'll neither drown nor hang my felf for Love : Methinks a wife Man's Actions fhould be fuch, As always yields to Reafon's beft Advice. Now for to love too little or too much, ArebothExtreams,and all Extreams are Vice; Yet have I been a Lover by Report, Yea I have dy'd for Love, as others do : But prais'd be God, it was in fuch a fort, That I reviv'd within an Hour or two. Thus have I liv'd, thus have I lov'd till now, And find no Reafon to repent me yet ; And whofoever otherways will do, His Courage is as little as his Wit. III. On III. On Mrs. derty. Tl Eligious Relicts of that ruinous Place, " Which fometimes gloried in the Glore of Saints, Now hath no Glore but one, whereof it vaunts That no Saints Beauty makes it Heav'n of G race In Balmie Fields which fairds her flowry Face With fweet Perfumes of Corns, of Trees, of Plants ; While Neptune fwells with Pride, where there he haunts, And longs for Joy fuch Beauty to embrace : Bear me Record, that while I pafled by, I did my dutious Homage to your Dame ; How thrice I figh'd, thrice on her Name did cry, Thrice kift the Ground for honour of the fame. Then left thofe Lines, to tell her, on a Tree, That me made Them to live, and Me to dy. IV. On a Woman s Inconjlancy, and the Anfwer. T Lov'd thee once, Pll love no more, Thine be the Grief, as is the Blame; Thou art not what thou waft before, What Reafon I fhould be the fame ? PART III. F He [ 4* ] . He that can love unlov'd again, Hath better Store of Love than Brain. God fend me Love my Debts to pay, While Unthrifts fools their Love away. Nothing could have my Love o'erthrown, If thou had ftill continued mine ; Yea, if thou had remain'd thy own, I might perchance have yet been thine. But thou thy Freedom did recal, That if thou might elfewhere inthral ; And then how could I but difdain A Captive's Captive to remain. When new Defires had conquer'd thee, And chang'd the Object of thy Will, It had been Lethargy in me, No Conftancy, to love thee ftill : Yea it had been a Sin to go And proftitute Affection fo, Since we are taught no Pray'rs to fay To fuch as muft to others pray. Yet do thou glory in thy Choice, Thy Choice of his good Fortune boaft : I'll neither grieve, nor yet rejoice, To fee him gain what I have loft : The height of my Difdain mall be To laugh at Him, to blufh for Thee, To love thee ftill, but go no more A begging at a Beggar's Door. The [ 43 ] The Anfwer, by the Author., at the Kings Majejlys Command. HPHou that lov'd once, now loves no more, For fear to {how more Love than Brain; With Herefy, unhatch'd before, Apoftacy thou doft maintain. Can he have either Brain or Love, That doth Inconftancy approve ? A Choice well made no Change admits, All Changes argues After-wits. Say that me had not been the fame, Should thou therefore another be ? What thou in her as Vice did blame, Can thou take Vertue's Name in thee ? No, thou in this her Captive was, And made thee ready by her Glafs ; Example led Revenge aftray, When true Love fhould have kept the Way. True Love has no reflecting End, The Object good fet it at reft, And Noble Breafts will freely lend Without expecting Intereft. 'Tis Merchants Love, 'tis Trade for Gain, To barter Love for Love again : 'Tis Ufury, yea worfe than this, For Self-idolatry it is. Then let her Choice be what it will, Let Conftancy be thy Revenge ; F 2 If [ 44 ] If thou retribute Good for 111, Both Grief and Shame fhall check her Change, Thus may'ft thou laugh when thou fhall fee Remorfe reclaim her home to thee ; And where thou beg' ft of her before, She now fits begging at thy Door. V. On King James the VI. HP He old Records of analized Fame Confirms this Wonder with the World's Affent, That once that Ifle which Delos heght by Name, In Neptune's Bofom like a Pilgrim went, After when great Apollo was content To grace it with the Blifs of his Birth-day; Then thofe inconftant Motions did relent, And it began to ftand and ftay. Delos when I admire thy Hape,I needs muft fay, In this our Albion none may with theecompare: Before our Phoebus Birth we were a Prey To civil Motions, tofled here and there ; But fmce our Birth-Star did o'erfhine our State, We ftand fecure redeem'd from all Debate. VI. ToQjteen Axme^on a New-years Day 1604. MADAM, TTTTHo knowsyourGreatnefs, cannot but with Draw [ 45 ] Draw near your Altar, to make Offrings there; But whofo knows your Goodnefs, may make bold, And with a Mite as with a Mine of Gold, As confidently facrifice to you : And this is it that muft plead Pardon now, Both for the poornefs of 'my Gifts and Lines. Princes are Gods, Gods laugh to fee their Shrines Adorn'd with any Gift but of that kind, That Beggars may as well as Crtefus find : They know how Worldlings perfonate their Parts, And mask with Gold Prefents of Leaden Hearts. They know how Gifts at Court are but a Train To fteal from great ones twice as good again. Now I have no fuch End ; my poor Oblation At this aufpicious Time of Salutation, Had it a Tongue, this only would it fay, Heav'ns heap upon you many a New- Year's Day. VII. On PrinceHenry's Death, To Prince Charles. A Dmired Phoenix, fpringing up apace *-* From the Afhes of another Phoenix Bones, Which too too courte'ous yielded thee his Place, Left Earth were burden'd with two Birds at once Of that rare kind which love to live alone, Whofe only Eflence is to be but one. VIII. On [ 46 ] VIII. UponSir William Alexander' j* Mo- narchical Tragedies. TT7E11 may the Programe of thy tragick Stage Invite thy curious Pomp expedling Eyes, To gaze on prefent Shows of pafled Age, Which juft Defert Monar chick dare baptize. Crowns thrown from Thrones to Tombs, de- thron'd arife, To match thy Mufe with a Monarchick Theme , That while her Sacred Soaring cuts the Skies, A vulgar Subject may not wrong the -fame. And which gives moft of Lufter to thy Fame, The worthieft Monarch that the Sun can fee, Doth grace thy Labour with this glorious Name, And daigns Protestor of thy Birth to be. This All-Monarchick-Patron Subject Stile, Makesthee theMonarch-tragickof this Ifle. The Country Wedding. ~DOB\ Jock came to wooe our Jennie On a Feaft Day when he was fow ; She busked her and made her bonnie When me heard Jock was come to wooe : She burnifh'd her baith Breaft and Brow, Made her as clear as any Clock. Then fpake our Dame, and faid, I trow You're come to wooe our Jennie, Jock! Ay [ 47 J Ay Dame, fays he, for that I yern To lout my Head, and fit down by you : Then fpake our Dame, and faid, My Bairn Has Tocher of her awn to gi' you. Tee hee, quoth Jennie, teet I fee you ; Minnie this Man makes but a Mock. Why fay ye fae, now leefe me o' you, I came to wooe you Jennie, quoth Jock. My Bairn has Tocher of her awn, Although her Friends do nane her lend, A Stirk, a Staig, an Acre fawn, A Goofe, a Gryce, a clocking Hen, Twa Kits, a Cogue, a Kirn there ben, A Keam but and a keaming Stock, Of Difhes and Ladles nine or ten. Came ye to wooe our Jennie, Jock ? A Trough, a Trencher, and a Tap, A Taing, a Tullie, and a Tub. A Sey-difh and a Milking Cap, A Greap into a Grupe to grub, A Shode-fhool of a Holin Club, A Froath-ftick, a Can, a Creel, a Knock, A Braik for Hemp, that me may rub, If ye will marry our Jennie, Jock. A Furm, a Firlot and a Peck, A Rock, a Reel, a gay Elvand, A Sheet, a Happer, and a Sack, A Girdle, and a good Wheel-band. Syne [ 48 ] Syne Jock took Jennie by the Hand, And cry'd a Banquet, and flew a Cock ; They held the Brydal upon Land, That was between our Jennie and Jock. The Bride upon her Wedding went Barefoot upon a Hemlock Hill ; The Bride's Garter was o' Bent, And fhe was born at Kellle-MilL The firft Purpine he heght her till He heght to hit her Head a Knock, She baked and fhe held her ftill ; And this Geat gat our Jennie Jock. When fhe was wedded in his Name, And unto him fhe was made Spoufe, They hafted them foon hame again, To Denner to the Brydal-houfe, Jennie fat jowking like a Moufe, But Jock was kneef as any Cock : He fays to her, Had up your Brows, And fa to your Meat my Jennie, quoth Jock. What Meat fhall we fet them beforn, To Jock Service loud can they cry, Serve them with Sowce and fodden Corn, Till a' their Wyms do ftand awray: Of Swine's Flefh there was great Plenty, Whilk was a very pleafant Meat, And Garlick was a Sawce right dainty To ony Man that pleas'd to eat. They [ 49 ] They had fix Laverocks fat and laden, With Lang-keal, Mutton, Beef and Broos, A Wyme of Paunches tough like Plaiden, With good gay Butter, Milk and Cheefe. Jennie fat up even at the Meace, And a' her Friends her befide, They were a' ferv'd with fhrewd Service ; And fae was feen upon the Bryde. Out at the Back-door faft can fhe flyde, And loos'd a Buckle wi' fome Bends, And cakied Jockie for a' his Pride, And jawed out at baith the Ends, So ftoutly her Mother her defends, And fays, my Bairn's loofe in the Dock, It comes o' Cald to make it kend, Think nae 111 o' your Jennie Jock. Now Dame, fays he,your Daughter I've married, Although you held it never fo tough, And Friends mall fee {he's no mifcarried, For I wat I have Gear enough : I had an aid ga'd Clyde fell o'er the Heugh, A Cat, a Cunning, and a Cock ; I wanted Eight Oxen, tho' I'd had the Pleugh, May not this fer'e you my Jennie, quoth Jock. I have good Fire for Winter-weather, A Cod o' Caff wou'd fill a Cradle, A Halter, and a good Hay Teather, A Duck about the Doors to padle, PART III. G The [ 50 ] The Pannel of an aid Sadie ; And Rob my Emme heght me a Stock, Twa lov'ly Lips to lick a Ladle. Now Jennie and I agree, quoth Jock. A Treen Spit, a Ram-horn Spoon, A Pair o' Boots o' Barked Leather, All Graith that's meet to coble Shoon, A Thrawcrook for to twine a Teather, A Sword, a Sweel, a Swine's Bladder, A Trump o' Steel, a feathered Lock, An aid Skull Hat for Winter-weather, And meikle mair, my Jennie quoth Jock. I have a Trap to catch a Moufe, A Girfe-green Cloak, but it will ftenzie ; A Pitch-fork to defend the Houfe, A pair of B ranks, a Bridle-Renzie ; Of a' our Store we need no Plenzie, Ten Thoufand Flechs in til a Pock ; And is not this a wakerife Menzie, To gae to Bed wi' Jennie and Jock. Now when their Dinner they had done, Then John himfell began t' advance, He bad the Piper play up foon, For be his Troth he wou'd gae dance. The Piper piped till's Wyme gripped, And a' the Rout began to revel : The Bride about the King me skipped, Till out ftarts Carle and Cavel. Well Well danc'd Dickie^ ftand afide Sandie ; Well danc'd Eppie and Jennie ! He that tynes a Stot o' the Spring, Shall pay the Piper a Pennie. Well danc'd Hugh Fi/ber, Come take our Bride and kifs her. Well danc'd Beffie and Stfen ! Now fick a Dance was never feen Since Chrijfs Kirk on the Green. o The PARALLEL. UR Love of others is but Senfe, Againft which Reafon has fome Fence ; But ye our Reafon do fubdue, And it us Captives leads to you ; For nothing can your Charms exceed, Except the Vertues which them breed. They imploy Cupid and his Darts, But without Wounding ye gain Hearts ; Thefe no fooner begin to burn, But in their Flames they find their Urn : But, like the Sun, ye warm all here, And burns but fuch as come too near. Their Love can fatisfy but one, Becaufe 'tis Senfe that's doted on ; But fo infmit your Vertues be, G 2 That [ 52 ] That they blefs as many as you fee, And fuch as fee not Fetters wear, For Fame does take them by the Ear. Wifhes to them, and Compliment, Are a Liturgy when on you fpent : We flatter them, but cannot you, For ye make all our Flatteries true : Our Nonfenfe on you's more than Wit, For it is an extatick Fit. Yet glorie not to break poor Hearts, Your Image will fhew lefs in Parts, They Subjects are, let it be feen, You're not a Tyrant, but a Queen, The Tode and Spider they can kill, But to enliven 's Divine Skill. Thefe Hearts the Temples are where we Do you adore ; then muft it be Great Sacrilege to wrong that Place Where hangs the Image of your Face : But if we in your Flames muft dy, We'll glorious Martyrs be thereby. 10. Lib. 3. Amorum. T Have too long endur'd her guilty Scorn, Too long her Falfenefsmy fond Love has born ; My [ 53 ] My Freedom and my Wit at length I claim, Begone bafe Paffion, fly unworthy Flame, My Life's fole Torment, and my Honour's Stain, Quit this tir'd Heart, and end my lingring Pain: I have refolv'd to be my own once more, Long banifh't Reafon to her Rights reftore, } And throw off Love's tyrannick Sway, that>- ftill incroaching Power. ) My growing Shame I fee at laft, tho' late, And my paft Follies both defpife and hate : Hold out my Heart, and let her Beauties move, Be conftant in thy Anger, as thy Love ; Thy prefent Pain fhall give thee future Eafe, As bitter Potions cure, tho' they difpleafe. 'Tis for this End, for Freedom more affur'd, I have fo long fuch fhameful Pains endur'd, Like a fcorn'd Slave before her Door I lay, And proud Repulfes fuffer'd every Day, Without complaining ; banifht from her Sight, On the cold Ground I fpent the tedious Night, Whilft fome glad Rival in her Arms did ly, Glutted with Love, and furfeited with Joy. Thence have I feen the tired Favourite come, Dragging a weak exhaufted Carcafs home ; And yet this Curfe a Bleffing I'd efteem, Compar'd with that of being feen by him : By him difcry'd attending in the Street, May my Foes only fuch Difgraces meet. What Toil and Time has this falfe Woman coil ? How much of unreturning Youth has for her fake been loft ? How [ 54' ] How long did I, where Fancy led, or Fate, Unthank'd, unminded, on her Rambles wait? Her Steps, her Looks were ftill by mine purfued, And watch'd by me, fhe charm' d the gazing Crowd : My dil'gent Love, and overfond Defire, Has been the Means to kindle others Fire. What need I mention ev'ry little Wrong, Or curfe the Softnefs of her foothing Tongue ; The private Love-figns that in publick pafs, Between her and fome common flaring Afs. The Coquet Arts her faithlefs Heart allows, Or tax her with a Thoufand broken Vows : I hear fhe's fick, and with wild hafte I run, Officious hafte, and vifit Importune; Entring, my Rival on her Bed I fee, The politick Sicknefs only was to me. With this and more oft has my Love been try'd,) Some other Coxcomb let her now provide, To bear her Jilting, and maintain her Pride.) My batter'd Bark has reach'd the Port at laft, Nor fears again, the Billows it has paft : Ceafe your foft Oaths, and that ftill ready Shower, Thofe once dear Words have loft their wonted Power ; In vain you flatter, I am now no more That eafy Fool you found me heretofore ; Anger and Love a doubtful Fight maintain, Each ftrive by Turns my ftagg'ring Heart to gain : But what can long againft Love's Power contend? My Love I fear will conquer in the End ; I'll [ 55 ] I'll do what e're I can to hate you ftill, And if I love, know 'tis againft my Will. Asth'Oxfatigu'd,fhunsPloughmansYoketowear, Yet, fpite of him, the hated Load muft bear. So I, to Fury by her Lewdnefs rais'd, ^ . Did often think the madding Fit had ceas'd ; > But artful Beauty foon that Storm appeas'd:) And, fpite of me, my felf I do enfnare, ForFalfe and Vicious is varniih'd ov'r with Fair. Both with her and without her I'm in pain, And rage to loofe what I fhould bluih to gain, Uncertain yet at what my Wifhes aim, Loath to abandon Love, or part with Fame. That Angel Form, ill fuits a Soul all Sin : Ah ! be lefs fair without, or more within. When thofe foft Smiles my yielding Powers in- vade, In vain I call her Vices to my Aid, Tho' now difdaining the Difguife of Art, In my Efteem her Conduct claims no Part: Her Face a natural Right has to my Heart. No Crimes fo black are, to deform her Eyes, Thofe Clouds muft fcatter when thefe Suns fhall rife. Enough, fair Conquerour ! the Day's your own, See at your Feet Love's vanquiih't Rebel thrown By thofe dear Joys, Joys dear tho' they are paft, When in the kindeft Links of Love we held each other faft. BytheinjuredGodsyourfalfeOathsdidprophane, By all thofe Beauties that infpir'd Difdain. For- [ 56 ] Formula Lauream Candidatis dandi in Collegio (i) Buterenft. IfGO Author it at e folum. *-' Qua fu ndato r es noftri olim Dondrunt Collegium noftrum, Te Jacobum Hay (2) Maglflrum^ In artibus potabilibus, Et fcientiis bibibilibus, Creo conjlituo &? proclamo ; (Quia te non parum amo.J Poteftatem do tibique Compotandi bibendlque Aafumma pocula implendi Et haufti exhauriendi Cujufvis fint capacltatls E rotundis aut quadratis. In fignum ut manu mitt arts, Adornet caput hie galerus Quod tibi fell x fit fauftumque Obmxe comprecor multumque. Do tibi demum calicem Impktum ut des fpecimen Ingenii tui huic Cboro Aut ctetui quod facias oro. Terror (i) Apublick Change-houfe at the End of Errors-Gate, fo called from the Landlord Peter Butter. (2) A Servant of the E. of E. . . . [ 57 1 Terror Bajanorum. 'T^Ake heed unto your Theme, Refponde (3) Peter Butter-, Of blawn Drinks think Shame, You'll never get the Name, 'Till thrice ye bed the Gutter. E'er to my School ye go, By me ye muft be try'd; Whether you will or no, Drink all the Healths you know, And one more befide. Satis. Thefes Collegn Butterenlis, Anno 1 699. i. Ainft any Man of Senfe, Afferimus ex patio, Upon his own Expenfe, Quod vere datur ens Potabile defatto. 2. Cogito (ergo f urn) That Thirft doth us Harm, Sit ftill upon your Bum 'Till the Divet flop the Lum, Drink o'er the left Arm. PART III. H If (3) Thcforefaid Landlord. [ 58 ] 3- If you expedl Degrees, Drink off your Cup and fill ; We're not for what you pleafe, Our abfolute Decrees Admit of no Free-will. 4- Salubrius eft nil Zy ho illupulato. Drink thrice, then pafs your Skill, Concluding with a Gill, Sed prorfus epotato. 5- The Scepticks were but Fools, Who doubted of good Drink. When drunk within their Schools, The Carles were in Creels, And knew not what to think. 6. The longer we do fit, The more we hate all Quarrels, (Let none his Quarters flit) The more we do admit Of Vacuum in Barrels. By Arguments moft found, Ex capite pergravl, 'Tis evidently found That all the Earth runs round In fpite of Tycho Brahe. Probl [ 59 ] ProbL Num Beer or Ale be fitter To fettle the Disjune Of thofe that have the Skitter, Num Ufquebea and Butter Be beft at Night or Noon. Alt. (4) Philip Praefes. Vindiciaead ^.Alexandrum Crook/hanks, Patronum. i. worthy Patron we, Candidati, With th'old School-Men agree, As we fhall let you fee Tite, Tute, Tati. 2. 'Twas Ariftotle* Wifli, Who glamped at the Truth, And tipled like a Fifh, To drink well and to pifh, And not to die for Drouth. 3- The beft of our great Guns Refrefh'd himfelf when dry ; To wit John Scot of Duns^ Swept off" fo many Ounce, And gave his Reafons why. H 2 Both (4) Another Servant of the E. of -E. ... an able Drinker. [ 60 ] 4- Both Cartes and Le Grand, Tho' they did break no GlafTes, To tipple did not ftand : So did Pope Hildebrand, As ev'ry Man confefles. 5- Mef. George Buchanan, yea Et multi recentiores, At Ale and Ufquebea, Sat fometimes Night and Day, And told Jus Regni Stories. 6. Since Cartes took his Glafs, And fo did Ariftotle, Let's call the College Lafs When thirfty, he's an Afs With's Friend will baulk a Bottle. Let Mahomet drink Wine, And Mercury drink Nectar ; Set thou thy Foot to mine, We hold our Ale's as fine As (5) Olivers Protector. Diploma (6) Georgii Dorward, Novam Caledoniam adeuntis. all and fundry who ihall fee this, What e'er his Station or Degree is, We (S)ABailie and Apothecary in Peterhead, a bon Companion, not only for Crambe,? alfo refers to his Father's keeping a Brewary, (6)Ayoung Man who had fpent all his Patrimony in thefaid College. I 61 ] We, Matters of the Butfry College, Send Greeting, and to them give Knowledge, That George Dorward, prtefentium lator, Did ftudy at our Alma Mater Some Years, and hated foolifh Projects, But ftiffly ftudied liquid Logic ks^ And now he's as well skill'd in Liquor, As any one that blaws a Bicker ; For he can make (7) our College Theme, A Syllogifm or Entbymeme. Tho' he confute not cum prtemijfis, Yet his Conclufion never mifles. Since now we have him manumitted, In Arts and Sciences well fitted, To recommend him we incline To all be South and North the Line, To all Men unacquaint with Bruma^ To PreJIer John and Monte^uma, To Black and White, tho' they live as far As Cape Good-hope and Madagafcar, Him to advance : Becaufe he is Juvenis bonte indolis. In Teftimony that this true is, Our College-Seal affix'd hereto is, Confirm' d by our fubfcribing Hands. (8) Co clay Principal, who commands. (9) Philip , Forreji^ Mo r if on ^ and Hay^ Pro- (7) A particular Glafs to every Man's Health of your Knowledge and Ac- quaintance, and one more ; without doing this, none are admitted into the forefaid College. (8) A P. TeacherfettledtwoTearsagoinoldA.. . . a great TipleratUfquebea. (9) All Servants of theE. ofE. or depending upon his Lordjhip. [ 62 ] Profeffors of Philofophy. In gratiam Georgii is this Line, Dated in July Ninety-nine. Books in large Folio. 1 TWjTAximilian Maltkift,4&^r/ffff^//s liquidi. 2 -^*-^Mr Humphry Hogfhead, in ufum Jlu- dioforum. 3 Sebaftianus Standfat,^ operationibusBarmi- feris sf i)l fpumatlcd. 4 Cornelius Caldrons dfe condenfatione liquidi. 5 Kircherus Kettles, ^ eodem Themate. Books in leffer Folio. 6 Valerius Water-Tubs Hydroftatiques,4Tom. 7 Opera Bibuli Barellii, ubl de confervaiione li- quor is, & de vacuo problematic e difputatur. 8 Mr. Yachus Yetling, de refrigeratione fub- Jlantialibus. 9 Symon Stands, TraEtat* contra Vinibilos, prov- ing to a Demonftration the Zythoblbl to be the only true Philofophers. i o Mifcellanca Frederici Fatftone, cum an not at io- nibus Petri Butter. 1 1 Bellarminus Bowies, de Fejlinatione^ 8 Vol. Books in large Quarto. i 2 IDUckets Hydroftaticks. ljX> Emblemata Ducis de Alva, 6 Tom. 3 Bar- [ 6.3 1 14 Bar bar of a Butter-kit ^Badenocbenus, de Pro- potitionibuscompofitismufumMonfanorum. 1 5 Qjievedo Qjiarti Syftem of Philofophy. Books in lefler Quarto. 1 6 Tremel/htsTbree-cbopins^cumnotis Titi Turn- timber, 2 Tom. 1 7 Celebrius Cummer cap de privatis hauftibus. 1 8 Cogita Novo-antiqua Chriftophori Cut-lugs. 19 Balbinus Botelus, a Neoterick Philofopher approven by our Matters, with Principal Thomson's Annotations. 20 Petronius Pynteus de Philofophicis Bibendi Legibus, in ufum prasfentis Principalis ( i o) Georgii Leith, 12 Vol. Books in Offavo. 2 1 T rUlgaris Philofophia Conftantlm Chopin- Stoup, commented on by Mr. Morifon, Tom. 10. 22 Corbredus Chapins, de Retorquendis argu- mentis. 23 Barnabii Beer-glafs, de lavando gutture. 24 MacbzavelMutcMin'sMetaphyfical Enchiri- dion, tranflated out of French into Scots, by Cbriftopber Ftndlay, which our Mailers love better in the Original. 25 Compendium ejus, for weaker Capacities. LefTer (10) A young Gentleman, who keeps the College for the moji part Night and Day. [ 64 ] Lefler Volumes. 2 6 1\/T Anuale Gideon is Gill, de Syllogifmis refte eoncludentibus. 2 7 Compendium ejus de Enthymemate. 28 BriariusBrandie-Glafs, de fupplemento Na- turse. 29 Stephen Snuff-Box , a naufeous Author yet appro ven. 3 o Findlay Firefide, de Circular! poculorum motu. THP:SES PHILOSOPH. Coiiegi Anno 1700. o ?ff generv/iffimo, Domino (i i) Z) Alexandra Forbes & Craigie; Aberd. /' prtetori, viro ore manuquepromptijfimo, mercatorur Scoticorum Corypbeo, mellitiffimorum liquorm Thefaurariojideli[Jimo,in rebus liquldis & baufibi libus verfatiffimo, de noftro Collegia optime meritc illlufque inftitutori, funditori propenfijjimo, &t Tbefes hafce Pbilofopbicas (quas Zitbobibi aliquc Juvenes e Collegio Butterenfi,r//w laured Magifle riali, emittendi ad diem Februariifaffuandas pro ponunt) in debiti amoris tefferam D. D. C. Q Joannes Morifon, Pr^fes sf Candidati 36. Abov (n) si hie B. . . . m Aberdeen, We'll not admit among us Ideas void of Senfe, Ariggas ens Rationis, Amicus fit comptonus, Upon his own Expenfe. PART III. I That [ 66 ] 6. That Logick we or Art, Or Science will maintain, Which Precepts do impart To madify the Heart, And keep the Liver clean. 7- As College Ale doth elevate us, So it is good for Drouth, And doth conduce to animate us; Qiii bene bibit eft beatus, Is an eternal Truth. Illuftri/. Principi, P Regi, S Duct Rom. Imp. Eleff. &c. Thefes bafce, quas ad diem Apnlisdecimum publicepropugnabuntjuvc- nes aliquot, D. D. C. Q. Joannes Forreft de Greenhill Prtefes, & Candidatl 26. Thefes Collegii Butter. Anno 1701. i. Since many do condole The Drynefs of our Cafe, Who dwell fo near the Pole ; Therefore upon Parole We'll take the other Glafs. 2. 'Tis lawful for to pledge, 'Tisfortior to drink: If we with Danes engage, Left [. 67 ] Left with a murthering Edge They caufe the Throat to fhrink. 3- The Dodlrine of France, Brought into this Nation, We will not advance, Unlefs 'tis that we chance On the (12) Bifcay Impreffion. 4- The Spirits, we do grant, Have their Arife from Liquor, Each Animal and Plant (13) A Neoterick Gaunt Of late took off his Bicker. 5- On Propofitions cold The Leffon to begin, Sorites we beft hold The ad fummum Trill of old, Were Quarts unto the Brim. 6. The chief Senfe is Tafting, We'll prove it a prior e Againft all Contefting, Sed bonum eft, if Cafting, Quod placet in ore. 7>. In Schola qui furit I 2 Det ( 1 2 ) A Part in Spain .from which Wines are allowed to be impor ted. ( 1 3 J .Mr.R. . . . late Teacher at Aberdeen, who ufed to drink freely at all times, but once drunk tofuch Excefs, in the E. ofM Houfe, that hefpewed openly. [ 68 ] Det ptenas ocius, Et ilia lex duret, Perfolvet qui jurat Toties quoties. 8. (14) Euge, Germane, Non edis fed bibis, Is praife- worthy, fane Si tufapis mane Delum adibts. 9- For to find out a Parallaxis We'll not our Minds apply, Save what a Toft in (15) Corbreed makes us, ( 1 6) Whether the Moon moves on her dxis, Ask Black and Gregory. 10. That Bodies are a parte rei To hold we think it meeteft, Some cold, fome hot, fome moift, fome dry, Tho' all of them ye tafte and try, The Fluid is the fweeteft. 1 1. Pqft fextam femi bora, At Night no Friend refufes To come lav are or a, EJl melior quam aurora And fitter for the Mufes. Good (14) A Servant that was withmyLordH. ..in Germany. (i$)ADrink- ingQuaf,fo named in theCatalogueoftheirBooks. ( 1 6)A controverted Point betwixt Mr.W. B. and Mr. J. G. betwixt whom there is a hot Planetary War. [ 69 ] 12. Good Ale's the Chief of Food, And moves us for to reft. The Life lies in the Blood, All Governments are good, But Levelling the beft. Hoc bibe quod pojjis ft tu vis vivere fanus. The Tunnice-Court. T He World's a Tunnice-Court,Man istheBall Tofs'd againft the Wall ; High foaring Hopes and languifhing Defpairs The Rackets are ; Contempt's the Cord with Strames of over and Like Claps of Thunder. (under, Bid all that build their Hopes in Tow'rs of Air, Since fall they muft, fee that their Fall be fair : Laft Night I look't up to Promotion's Sky, And there I fpy A Star whofe Greatnefs was with Glory mixt, But was not fixt ; For when the Pleides began to play, It fhrunk away, And taught our Stargazers to know, That Meteors be not Subftance, but a Show. From thence I went unto the Church to pray, 'Twas Holy-day ; Where [ 7 ]. Where from afar theHigh-Prieft'sGhoft did cry, O come not nigh. Our Sanctuary's with Blood defil'd, And Truth exil'd : Bethel, Bethamen, Doeg hath trode down The High-Prieft's Mitre, and th' Imperial Crown. Affrighted with fuch horrid Shouts at laft, Mine Eyes I caft Up to Great Charles's Wain, and there I find That Boreas Wind Had blafted Atlas Hopes, and made him try Th' Uncertainty Of Humane Glory, who with flatt'ring Smiles At firft inebriates, and at laft beguiles. O ftrange ! our Spiders from their Bowels fpin A tiffny Gin, To catch a Gnat, whilft Man with anxious Care Contrives a Snare For his own Feet, whilft wretched he Strives to be free. He wills in vain, for who can fhun to fall, When Heav'ns writ Mene-tekel on the Wall ? Farewell you phrantick Pleafures, get you gone, Let me alone ; I'll drink the Brook, and tafte the Honey-comb In Peace at home, Not ftriving to be great, but good, for lo The End doth fhow, That outward Guidings do not ferve to hide The rotten Ruins of an inward Side. The [ 7' 1 The EleElion. Ome loves a Woman for her Wit, Some Beauty does admire, Some loves a handfome Leg or Foot, Some upwards does afpire ; Some loves a Miftrefs nice and coy, Some Freedom does approve ; Some like their Perfons to enjoy, Some for Platonick Love. Some loves a Widow, fome a Maid, Some loves the Old, fome Young ; Some love until they be betray'd, Some till they be undone : Some love for Money, fome for Worth, Some love the Proud and High ; Some love for Fancy, fome for Birth, Some love, and knows not why. Some love the Little, Plump and Fat, Some love the Long and Small : Some loves for Kindnefs, and 'tis that Moves me beyond them all. Qld-Long-fyne, Firft Part. Hould old Acquaintance be forgot, And never thought upon, The Flames of Love extinguiihed, And freely paft and gone ? Is [ 7' ] Is thy kind Heart now grown fo cold In that Loving Breaft of thine, That thou canft never once reflect On Old-long-fyne ? Where are thy Proteftations, Thy Vows and Oaths, my Dear, Thou made to me, and I to thee, In Regifter yet clear ? Is Faith and Truth fo violate To the Immortal Gods Divine, That thou canft never once reflect On Old-long-fyne ? Is't Cupid's Fears, or frofty Cares, That makes thy Sp'rits decay ? Or is't fome Object of more Worth, That's ftolFn thy Heart away ? Or fome Defert, makes thee neglect Him, fo much once was thine, That thou canft never once reflect On Old-long-fyne ? Is't Worldly Cares fo defperate, That makes thee to defpair ? Is't that makes thee exafperate, And makes thee to forbear ? If thou of that were free as I, Thou furely mould be Mine : If this were true, we mould renew Kind Old-long-fyne: But [ 73 ] But fince that nothing can prevail, And all Hope is in vain, From thefe rejected Eyes of mine Still Showers of Tears mall rain : And though thou haft me now forgot, Yet I'll continue Thine, And ne'er forget for to reflect On Old-long-fyne. If e'er I have a Houfe, my Dear, That truly is call'd mine, And can afford but Country Cheer, Or ought that's good therein ; Tho' thou were Rebel to the King, And beat with Wind and Rain, Affure thy felf of Welcome Love, For Old-long-fyne. Second Part. 1V/TY Soul is ravifh'd with Delight ^ -*- When you I think upon ; All Griefs and Sorrows take the Flight, And haftily are gone ; The fair Refemblance of your Face So fills this Breaft of mine, No Fate nor Force can it difplace, For Old-long-fyne. PART III. K Since [ 74 ] . Since Thoughts of you doth banifh Grief, When I'm from you removed ; And if in them I find Relief, When with fad Cares Pm moved, How doth your Prefence me affecl: With Ecftafies Divine, Efpecially when I reflect On Old-long-fyne. Since thou has rob'd me of my Heart By thofe refiftlefs Powers, Which Madam Nature doth impart To thofe fair Eyes of yours; With Honour it doth not confift To hold a Slave in Pyne, Pray let your Rigour then defift, For Old-long-fyne. 'Tis not my Freedom I do crave By deprecating Pains ; Sure Liberty he would not have Who glories in his Chains : But this I wifh, the Gods would move That Noble Soul of thine To Pity, fince thou cannot love For Old-long-fyne. The Indifferent Lover. V ^IS not your Beauty nor your Wit, * Which did my Heart obtain, Nor [ 75 ] No, thofe could ever conquer yet Either my Breaft or Brain ; For if ye prove not kind to me, And true as heretofore, Your Slave I'll henceforth fcorn to be, Or dote upon you more. When that I ftrive your Heart to move, The further ye refufe, Intending to increafe my Love, My Patience ye abufe : Shall I go render Love for Hate, Still ferve you at Command, Or be induc'd for to intreat For Pity at your Hand ? Whilft you make Nice for to afford me Either Look or Smile, Or grant me one obliging Word, My Sorrows to beguile ; Think not my Fancy t' overcome By proving thus unkind, No fmoothing Smile, nor mining Frown Can fatisfy my Mind. I know the Secrets of your Sex Moft perfectly e're now, When Maidenheads are laid at Stakes, What Women oft can do. No, let Platomcks play thofe Pranks, Such Folly I deride, K2 For [ 76 3 For Love at leaft I will have Thanks, And fomewhat elfe befide. Then be ingenuous with me, As I ihall be with you ; Let all A6lions be as free As Vertue will allow : If ye intend to love me ftill, Then do it but Conftraint ; And if that Time hath chang'd your Mind, But tell me, Pm content. I mind to love, but not to dote, I love for Love again ; And when I know you love me not, I'll laugh at your Difdain : If ye prove loving, I'll prove kind, If true, you'll conftant be ; If Fortune chance to change your Mind, I'll change as foon as ye. Since our Affedlions then ye know In eqnal Terms does ftand, 'Tis in your Power to Love or no, Mine's likewife in my Hand ; Difpenfe with your Aufterity, Inconftancy abhore, Or, by Great Cupid^ Deity, I'll never love thee more. [ 77 1 The Con/I ant Lover. * I ^HE Adamant doth draw indeed * Iron, a Thing moft heavy, But thou doth draw both Flefh and Blood, All who thee fees would have thee ; When thou does touch, they ftraight muft yield, Tho' they were never fo Witty : To fave thy Dart, there is no Art, I never rue I lov'd Thee. Thy Body and thy Mind's compleat, Nature ne'er framed better ; Thy A6lions all are fo difcreet, The World remains thy Debtor. The Mold is loft that did thee caft, So much more is the Pitie : 'Tis be my Song both firft and laft, I never rue I lov'd thee. Tho' thou fhould ever prove unkind, And never fhow me Favour, Yet ftill thou has my Heart confin'd, My Fancy cannot waver ; The Starry Heavens I do atteft, The Firmament above me : Then would I have my Mind at reft, If thou would fay thou lov'd me. Tb [ 78 ] The Carelefs Lover. T Scorn the State of that Lover's Condition, * Who pines for her that regards not his Pain : I fcorn the State of that foolish Ambition, That fondly requits true Love with Difdain ; I love them that loves me, my Humour is fuch, And thofe that do hate me, I hate them as much. Thus I am refolv'd, however it go, And care not whether I get her or no. What if another her Favour inherit, Which only by Right is due unto me ; Or if I reap the Fruit of another Man's Merit, Shall that make me gladder or fadder to be? Shall I figh when I'm forc'd, or laugh when I'm lov'd ? Shall I chid when me is angry, or mourn when {he's mov'd ? Shall I break my Heart, being forfaken fo ? No, not a whit care I whether I get her or no. More fickle than Fortune, more light than the Wind, More britle than Water her Sex doth remain ; Her Tempefts are turn'd Calms now we do find, And oft-times her Sun-mine doth fall into Rain. Thus look we or lack we, a loofe Grip we have; What comes with the Wind, muft go with the Wave : I'll bear my Sails equal, howe'er the Wind blow, And cares not by whether I get her or no. Lady C 79 1 Lady Anne BothwelV JBa/ow. ID Alow my Boy, ly ftill and fleep, *-* It grieves me fore to hear thee weep ; If thou'll be filent, I'll be glad, Thy Mourning makes my Heart full fad : Balow my Boy, thy Mother's Joy, Thy Father's bred me great Annoy. ) &c. Balow my Darling, fleep a while, And when thou wakes, then fweetly fmile, But fmile not as thy Father did, To cozen Maids, nay, God forbid ; But in thy Face his Looks I read, Who overthrew my Maidenhead. Balow, &c. I was too credulous at the firft To grant thee that a Maiden durft ; And in thy Bravery thou did'ft vaunt, That I no Maintenance fhouid want : Thou fwear thou lov'd, thy Mind is moved, Which fince no otherwife has proved. ^ &c. When he began to court my Love, And with his fugar'd Words to move, His tempting Face and flattering Chear In time to me did not appear ; But But now I fee that cruel he Cares neither for his Babe nor me. &c. I wifh I were a Maid again, From young Men's Flatt'ry I would refrain ; For now unto my Grief I find, They are all faithlefs and unkind. Their tempting Charms, which bred my Harms, Witnefs my Babe lyes in my Arms, &c. I take my Fate from beft to worfe, That I muft needs now be a Nurfe, And lull my young Son in my Lap ; From me, fweet Orphan, take the Pap : Balovo my Boy, thy Mother mild Shall fing, as from all Blifs exil'd. Bcilow, &c. Balow my Child, weep not for me, Whofe greateft Grief's for wronging thee ; Nor pity her deferved Smart, Who can blame none but her kind Heart, For too foon trufting, lateft find, That faireft Tongues have falfeft Minds. &c. Balo e w my Boy, thy Father's dead, When he the thriftlefs Son has play'd ; Of Vows and Oaths forgetful, he Pre- Preferr'd the Wars to thee and me : But now, perhaps, thy Curfe and mine, Makes him eat Acorns with the Swine. Baloiv, &c. Farewell, farewell, thou falfeft Youth, That ever kifs'd a Woman's Mouth ; Let never any after me Submit unto thy Courtefy ; For if me do, O ! cruel thou Will her abufe, and care not how. , &c. I wifh I were into that Bounds Where he lies fmother'd in his Wounds, Repeating, as he pants for Air, My Name, whom once he call'd his Fair : No Woman is fo fiercely fet, But they'll forgive, tho' not forget. ^ &c. Now Peace, my Comfort, curfe not him, Who now in Seas of Grief doth fwim, Perhaps at Death, yea who can tell, Whether the Judge of Heaven and Hell, By fome predeftinate daftard Lad, Revenging me, hath ftruck him dead. ^ &c. If Linnen lacks for my Love's fake, Then quickly to him would I make PART III. L My My Smock, once for his Body meet, And wrap him in that Winding-fheet : Ay me, how happy had I been, If he had ne'er been wrapt therein ! , &c. Balow my Boy, for this I fee, That all this Wailing is for thee ; Thy Griefs are growing to a Sum, God grant thee Patience when they come, Born to bewail thy Mother's Shame ; A happlefs Fate, a Baftard's Name ! Balow, &c. A Dijpwafive from Women. away, do not purfue A Shadow that will follow you, Women lighter than a Feather, Got and loft, and all together : Such a Creature may be thought Void of Reafon, a Thing of Nought. Come away, let not thine Eyes Gaze upon their Vanities ; Nor thy better Genius dwell Upon a Subject known fo well ; For whofe Folly at the firft Man and Beaft became accurs'd. Come [ 83 ] Come away, thou canft not find One of all that's fair and kind : Brighter be fhe than the Day, Sweeter than a Morn in May^ Yet her Heart and Tongue agrees As we and the Antipodes. Come away, or if thou muft, Stay a while, yet do not truft To her Sighs, nor what fhe fwears ; Say fhe weeps, fufpecl her Tears : Though fhe feem to melt with Paflion, 'Tis old Deceit but in new Fafhion. Come away, admit, there be A Natural Neceflity ; Do not make thy felf a Slave For that which fhe defires to have. What fhe will, or do, or fay, Is meant the clean contrary Way. Come away, or if to part, Soon from her affecls thy Heart ; Follow on thy Sports and fmile, Laugh and kifs and play a while ; Yet as thou loves me, truft her not, Left thou become I know not what. dinfwer. CTay, O ftay, and ftill purfue, ^ Bid not fuch Happinefs Adieu. L 2 Know'ft [ 4 ] Know'ft thou what a Woman is ? An Image of Celeftial Blifs : Such a one is thought to be The neareft to Divinity. Stay, O ftay, how can thy Eye Feed on more Felicity ? Or thy better Genius dwell On Subjects that do thus excel ? Had it not been for her at firft, Man and Beaft had liv'd accurs'd. Stay, O ftay, has there not been Of Beauty and of Love a Queen ! Does not Goodnefs term a She Worthy its only Shrine to be ? And where will Vertue choofe to ly, If not in fuch a Treafury ? Stay, O ftay, would'ft thou live free, Then feek a Nuptial Deftiny ; 'Tis not Nature's Blifs alone, She gives but Heav'ns, and that in one. What fhe will, or do, or fay, Never from Truth fhall go aftray. Stay, O ftay, let not thine Heart Afflidled be, unlefs to part Soon from her Sport, kifs and play, .Whilrt no Hours enrich the Day ; And if thou doft a Cuckold prove, Impure : i to thy want of Love. Elegy Elegy on the Death of a Mijlrefs. DEar Soul farewell, thou, now with Glory crown 'd, Beholds me here into Affliction drown'd ; Thy Vertue's fad Admirer I remain, Misfortune's Object, and the World's Difdain : I know not but the Excefs of my Care Might reach the furtheft Limit of Defpair, Did not Religion dictate to my Senfe, (mence That Heavenly Powers mall once again com- My Happinefs by Death, in viewing thee, My Wiflies Object, next the Deity. I would, if Sorrow could allay my Cares, Pour forth my Heart, and fpend my Soul in Tears; My Blood fhould ferve to animate my Guile, To trace my Thoughts, and to exprefs my Will, And Duty both ; but when I mean to fpeak, My Soul it fainteth, and my Heart doth break, Oppreft with Grief to find it felf depriv'd Of thee, its Joy, for whom it only liv'd : If Vertue, Wit, or Beauty could prevent, (Yea Piety join'd, to a chaft Intent) This fudden Change, thou might have liv'd entire Till Heav'n and Earth had been confum'd by Fire ; Or had the Fates deferr'd thy lateft Breath, Till fraught with Years, unto the Stroke of Death, I had lamented less ; but thus to fee Thee Step, fo foon, into Eternity ! Whom I fo dearly lov'd ! Great is my Loss, Great [86.] Great, yea the greateft of all Human Crofs. The more I live, the more I fhall regret My fad Misfortune, but communicate My Thoughts to none, fa ve to theHeav'ns & thee, 'Till God be pleas'd to end my Miferie. Then all you Follies of the prefent Age, Farewell fond World, no further I'll engage My Truft to thee ; and farewell Fortune too, I know the utmost that thy Rage may do : Thy higheft Favours half oblige at beft, But oft thy frowns can never be redrefs'd. Let others fear a Change of their Eftate, I'll live fecure now from the Frowns of Fate : The worft is paft, and in thy Death I find The greateft Grief of an afflicted mind. No fecond Sorrow can produce in me So deep a Senfe as this Calamity; For lofing thee, in whom I wifh'd to live, I have loft more than all the world can give, Or Death it felf hereafter take away, Ev'n from the prefent to the Judgment-Day. None will my juft Refentment count a Crime, Since Youth, nor Age, nor all confuming Time, Can breed Oblivion of thy high Defert, Within the Compafs of my bleeding Heart. Thou being gone, in whom I liv'd content, The World to me fhall prove indifferent ; And when that Time fhall happily portend, By fure Prefage, my near approaching End ; How gladly then fhall I my Soul refign, To be conjoin'd eternally with thine In . In Happinefs within the higheft Heaven, Where unto thee a Crown's already given, That fo in Glory there thou may'ft excel, As here in Good. Then once again, farewell, Dear Soul, the ObjecT: of my faithful Love, Whilft here on Earth, fo now in Heav'n above ! On the Lady Caft - - - n. TTTHen Aurelia firft I courted, * * , She had Youth and Beauty too, Killing Pleafures when fhe fported, All her Charms were ever new. Subtil Time hath now deceiv'd her, Which her Glories did uphold ; All her Arts can ne'er reprive her, Poor Aurelia is growing old. Thofe airy Spirits, which invited, Are retir'd, and move no more ; And thofe Eyes are now benighted, Which were Comets heretofore. Want of thofe abate her Merits, Yet I've Paflion for her Name : Only kind and am'rous Spirits Kindle and maintain a Flame. In [ 88 ] In Praife of Women, by Montrofe. TTTiHEN Heav'ns great Jove had made the World's round Frame, Earth, Water, Air, and Fire; above the fame, The ruling Orbs, the Planets, Spheres, and all The lefler Creatures, in the Earth's vaft Ball : But, as a curious Alchimift, ftill draws From grofler Mettals finer, and from thofe Extracts another, and from that again Another that doth far excel the fame. So fram'd he Man of Elements combin'd, T' excel that Subftance where he was refin'd : But that poor Creature, drawn from his Breaft Excelleth him, as he excell'd the reft : Or as a ftubborn Stalk, whereon there grows A dainty Lilly or a flagrant Rofe ; The Stalk may boaft, and fet its Vertues forth, But take away the Flow'r, where is its Worth ? But yet, fair Ladies, you muft know Howbeit I do adore you fo : Reciprocal your Flames muft prove, Or my Ambition fcorns to love : A Noble Soul doth ftill abhore To ftrike, but where its Conquerour ? On Black Eyes, by my Lord Gordon. T> Lefs me, how ftrange a Light appears ! ^ Shrewded within thofe Jettifh Spheres, Where [ 9 ] Where no Viciffitude is known ; But Day ftill bears Dominion : Dark Circles, which about them run, Are but like Shadows to the Sun, Which curious Nature only meant Not in DefecT; but Ornament. A Lovers Lamentation. T7~ING Priamus had no more Pain -** With Echo, with Echo, When he believ'd Thisbe was flain, With many weary Woe's me ! With no lefs Sorrow I remain, Thy Abfence doth fo grieve me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. What Abfence doth procure more Woe, With Echo, with Echo, When Lovers doth from others go With many a weary Woe's me ! Alas that I fhould part from thee, Thy Parting doth fo grieve me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. What greater Torments can ye have, With Echo, with Echo, PART III. M Nor [ 9 ] Nor want the Prefence that ye crave, With many a weary Woe's me ! if I were into my Grave, Where no Man would reprove me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. Queen Dido did no more lament With Echo, with Echo, When fair JEneas from her went With many weary Woe's me ! No Earthly Joy can me content, Of Reft thou doth bereave me. Farewel ! Adieu my only N Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. When I am off the Country gone, With Echo, with Echo, What can I do but figh and groan With many weary Woe's me ! Believe me well I muft depart, Thy Abfence doth fo grieve me. Farewel ! Adieu my only Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. When I am gone out of thy Sight, With Echo, with Echo, 1 muft bewail the longfome Night, With many weary Woe's me ! For all the Night my Bird fo bright, Of Reft thou doth bereave me. Ten , . Ten Thoufand Times Adieu, my Love, Alas that I muft leave thee. Inconftancy reproved. T Do confefs thou'rt fmooth and fair, *- And I might have gone near to love thee, Had I not found, the flighteft Prayer That Lips could fpeak, had Power to move thee ; But I can let thee now alone, As worthy to be lov'd by none. I do confefs thou'rt fweet, yet find Thee fuch an Unthrift of thy Sweets, Thy Favours are but like the Wind, That kifleth every Thing it meets ; And fince thou canft love more than one, Thou'rt worthy to be lov'd by none. The Morning Rofe that untouch'd ftands, Arm'd with her Briars, how fweetly fmells, But pluckt, and ftrain'd through ruder Hands, Her Sweets no longer with her dwells, But Scent and Beauty both are gone, And Leaves fall from it one by one. Such Fate e're long will thee betide, When thou haft handled been a while, Like fair Flowers to be thrown afide, And you fhall figh when I mall fmile, M 2 To [ 92 ] To fee thy Love to every one Hath brought thee to be lov'd be none. On the Death of John GReat and Illuftrious ! what Tongues of Men Or bolder Pen, Dare draw the lively Picture of thy Fame, Or fmg thy Obfequies In duller Lays, Than thofe did flow from the great Homcr^^j^ The Divine Vertues of thy Soul blafpheme ? Too fcantie I To aim fo high, As the vaft Empire of the God of Verfe, Muft be content My humbler Thought to vent, (Herfe. And drop my fpeaking Tears upon thy glorious II. STANZA. Thou was not for this wretched Age defign'd ; But Heaven was kind, So to divide thy Days, as Earth might mare A Half, fmce fuch a Man on Earth was rare, Whofe Feet flood fixed on a Square In Peace and War. No Blaft could make the Firmnefs of thy Mind, No melting Courtier or infulting Prince, E'er by Perfwafion could prevail Or Threat aflail The [ 93 ] The well built Fortrefs of thy Innocence ; For ftill thy Juftice was its own Defence, And Loyalty Thy fecond Deity, Which through the Conduct of thy Life with Luftre fhin'd. III. STANZA. No Clouds could marr thy Courfe, thy fixed Soul Was both the Artick and Antartick Poll, The Pilot of thy Judgment fteer'd ftill right In darkeft Night ; No Broils or Wars 'Mongft little Stars, Could darken or eclipfe thy piercing Sight, No fudden Blacknefs of the Horizon Could caft thee down, (frown: Nor no Conjunction of the Planets make thee But knew Light would at laft appear With all the Glories of the Hemifphere ; And well thou knew, and well thou faw how far A Meteor differ'd from a fixed Star. IV. S TA NZ A. To fum up all thy Goodnefs were a Theme Too large ; a Dream, A common Text, unworthy of thy great illu- ftrious Name, Although each one were drawn at large in thee, Yet I'll contrive them in Epitomie. The fplendid Glories of thy ancient Race, What [ 94 ] What can deface, Till there's an End of Nature, Time and Space? The Moral Vertues of thy Noble Mind, With Grace enthron'd, in folemn Council join'd, At once t'aftonifh and attract Mankind, The Paffions were fo feated in thy Breaft, That each pofleft A quiet Reft, Calm as the foft Enjoyment of the Bleft : Nor did the outward Beauties of thy Face Want their due Place In that well order' d Symetrie Of the wife Builder's Architedhirie, Which temp'red it 'twixt Mildnefs,Majefty and Grace. V. STANZA. And now farewell, bleft Shade, immortal Ghoft, While we are tofs'd, Thy welcome Soul is landed on the Coaft; All that a Mufe unglorify'd can do, Is to purfue Thy Paths, fo far as we cankeep thee in our View. But now a Blaze of Glory mining bright, With uncreated Light, Dazles our Eyes, and takes thee from our Sight, Which flam'd about thy Sacred Duft ; Such is the Retribution of the Juft. And now the Shadows of the Grave do fly, And Death is fwallow'd up in Victory : The Sacred Incenfe of thy Name Shall in a Lambeck Flame Afpire [ 95 ]. Afpire, and like a Conftellation fhine, With Rays Divine, In the eternal World, and Hemifphere fublime. On the Death of Sir C. . . M . . . land. TTTHat melancholy Rumour's this I hear, That fills my Soul with Grief, and grates mine Ear ? The killing Sound ftill nearer does approach, And does all Hearts with Grief & Sorrow touch. Ah! fatal Sound ! But thou can'ft not be fled : The Sweet, the Young, mild METELLANUS Dead! Too true: He's gone, gone like a new fprungRofe, Whofe opening Leaves does fragrant Sweets dif- clofe, Torn from the Stalk by an untimely Blaft, And all the fcattered Leaves 'mong Weeds are caft; Ah! why fhould Goodnefs make fo ihort a Stay? Why was he only mown, and fnatch'd away. What e're ripe Virgins wifh for, or defire, When they're inflam'd with Love and Hymen 's Fire, And in their Fancies ftudied Beauties wed, Was all in Him, could all in him be had ; Sprightly and cheerful, and had every Grace That could adorn a Body or a Face, His [ 96 ] His Head well ball anc'd, and a generous Mind,) To no bafe, mean, ignoble Thing inclin'd, And He, like Heaven, to all was juft and kind.) In's Converfation there was clearly writ The active Vigour of his Youthful Wit ; But not like thofe who wittily offend Heaven, or Religion, or their deareft Friend. None's Fame he hurt, gave no chaft Ear Offence, Still true to Friendfhip, Modefty and Senfe. The boyling Paffions never did moleft The calmer Region of his gentle Breaft : That all was calm within we clearly knew, By's courteous Smiles and his unclouded Brow: His Mind did with fuch ferene Calmnefs move, As did refemble the great Mind above. But's Merits are too noble and refin'd, For the grofs Senfes of a vulgar Mind ; And had Fate mean't to have his Vertues told, She would have let him live till he'd been Old. Fair were our Hopes, that he would foon afpire To the Noble Virtues of his worthy Sire. When Man is young, too weak to fly away, Bold Vice purfues him like fome Bird of Prey; But when once wing'd with Vertue and more Years, He foars above her Reach, and me retires ; So he to this high Pitch was foaring faft ; Vaft were our Hopes! but ah how quickly dafht! His Faults might all be on his Forehead wore, And the wide World be his ConfelTor : He'd .[ 97 ] He'd Faults, but juft enough to let us fee That Heaven is true ; that all Men Sinners be: Youth pleads Excufe, and leflens a Trefpafs. How little Poyfon cracks a Cryftal Glafs ! On the Death of Sir John 'the Grame. TTEre lies Sir John theGr Urft out my Soul in Main of Tears, -*~* And thou my Heart Sighs Tempeft move, My Tongue let never Plaints forbear, But murmure ftill my crofled Love; Combine together all in one, And thunder forth my tragick Moan. But, turn, poor Drop, cut Breath, broke Air, Can you my Paffions exprefs? No [ "5 1 No: rather but augment my Care, In making them appear the lefs. Seeing but from fmall Woes Words do come, And great ones they fing always dumb. My fwelling Griefs then bend your felf This fatal Breaft of mine to fill, The "Center where all Sorrows dwell, The Limbeck where all Griefs diftil, That filent thus in Plaints, I may Confume and melt my felf away. Yet that I may contented die, I only wifh, before my Death, Tranfparent that my Breaft may be, E're that I do expire my Breath ; Since Sighs, Tears, Plaints, exprefs no Smart, It might be feen into my Heart V. N little Beafts with Lions roar, And little Birds with Eagles foar ; Can mallow Streams command the Seas, And little Aunts the humming Bees ? No, no, no, no, it is not meet The Head fhould ftoup unto the Feet. P 2 Epi- VI. Epitaph on King Charles I. Reat, Good and Juft, could I but rate My Grief to Thy too Rigid Fate ! I'd weep the World in fuch a Strain, As it would once deluge again : But fmce Thy loud-tongu'd Blood demands Sup- plies, More from Briareus Hands, than Argus Eyes, I'll tune Thy Elegies to Trumpet-founds, And write Thy Epitaph in Blood and Wounds ! VII. On Himfe/f, upon hearing what was his Sentence. T Et them beftow on ev'ry Airth a Limb ; > Open all my Veins, that I may fwim To Thee my Saviour, in that Crimfon Lake ; Then place my purboil'd Head upon a Stake ; Scatter my Aihes, throw them in the Air : Lord (fmce Thou know'ft where all thefe Atoms are) I'm hopeful, once Thou'lt recollect my Duft, And confident Thou'lt raife me with the Juft. King [ "7 ] King Charles 's Lament. YOu Gods and Goddeffes that rules in Helicon, Look me upon ; Help to relieve a Prisoner out of Thrall., Let not thefefavage Hearts, as Furies fent from Hell, Torment mejiill, Who have in Store no Mercy, none at all. Alcides come for to defend me. And wave thy Club about, Or elfe they will my Perfon kill Before they let me out. For wicked Cerberus, my Porter, Doth bear me great Defpite, Andfeeks by Death tojiop my Breath; He can both bark and bite. To me moji patient penfive Prisoner left Of Joy bereft- My Griefs and Troubles cannot numbred be : A hopelefs, helplefs, harmlefs Man lies here forlorn, And held in Scorn, By tbofe who once were Subjects unto me ; Who through the Mercies that I ufed While I was in full Power, Moji merclejly opprefs they me, And vex me every Hour : I have released many bond Slaves, And fet the Prisoners free, Tet helplefs I in Prifon ly, Without all Remedy. It 'Twould make a Heart of Flint relent to fee my Woes Done by my Foes, Who once had all Things at my own Command ; No Cloaths to wear, no Food for me to eat, No Drink or Meat, But what is given by my En'mies Hand. My Friends are all from me departed, Though fore again/I their Will: Not one is here that comes me near, But thofe that wifh me ill. A Thoufand Ways they do praclife To work my Life's Decay. Hap Well, hap Wo, it muft befo, The bond Man muft obey. To try and vex my Patience, to my Charge they lay, Day after Day, Such horrid Crimes, of which I never knew. Their Tongues like poysningAfps or double edgedSwords, Speak byting Words, Which are as falfe as any Thing is true. Even Jo with their falfe Accufations, They raife a deadly Strife, To feparate and breed Debate Betwixt me and my Wife ; My Children alfo are abus'd, As to the World is known. And others they do now enjoy That which was once my own. Befides my Keepers Cruelty is over much, Never was fuch A Captive Prisoner kept in Slavery. There is no Friend dare come my Perfon near, And [ "9 ] And that for Fear, Without Admittance from my Enemy. Each Day and Hour IJiand in Danger Of thefe my defperate Foes, Who do notjpare, 'tis known they dare To give me bloody Blows, If they but fay I do offend them, Though I know not the Caufe ; Theyjhow their Might, and with mejight. Thefe are their new made Laws. Thus am I evry Day moft barbaroujly ufed, , Bafely abufed By fome of them, for whom I have done good, Andfome in whom I put my Truft, Have proved unjuji, And are moft ready for to Jhed my Blood. Evn as that curfed Traitor Judas His Mafter did betray ; So my falfe Friends for their own Ends, Have fold my Life away. No faithful Friend dare come me near At all to take my Part , But ev'ry Man doth what he can To break my wounded Heart. How happy is the Man that labours all the Day For little Pay, For he at Night mayfafely go to Reft ; And he that travails up and down, and takes moft Pains Receives the Gains, And takes his Lodging where it likes him beft. Thefe Men have Liberty to labour, Afweet andpleafant Thing-, And And in their Fare more happy are Than is a troubled King. The Country Swains, the filly Shepherds, And Trade/men eek alfo, Have Liberty, while here I ly In Sorrow and in Wo. Is't not a Fathers chief eft Comfort for to fee Thefe Things to be, His own dear Children, ever in his Sight? Is't not the Mirror of a Husband's Life To fee his Wife, And have her in his Prefence Day and Night. All thefefweet Pleafures are kept from ?ne, While I on Earth remain, Except the Wind will prove fo kind, As to turn the Tide again : Till then with Patience will I wait, Wifhing Health, Wealth and Peace To thefe that be at Liberty, And wifhfor my Releafe. THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. 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When as the sunne doth drinke vp all the streames, And with a feruent heate the flowres doth kill; The shadow of a wood, or of a hill, Doth serve vs for a targe against his beames : But ah, those eyes that burne me with desire, And seeke to parch the substance of my soule, The ardour of their rayes for to controule, I wot not where myselfe for to retire : 'Twixt them and me, to have procur'd some ease, I interpos'd the seas, woods, hills, and riuers; And yet am of those neuer emptied quiuers, The obiect still, and burne, be where I please : But of the cause I need not for to doubt, Within my breast I beare the fire about. 4 CRITICAL OPINIONS. " My Philosophical Poet." James I. "He was greatly superior to the style of his age." Horace Walpole. " The ' Paraenesis ' of Sir William Alexander is a noble poem." Pinkerton. 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