 | The Scottish Sovldier |  |
TO SCOTLAND.
Behold the shaddow of thy Warrelike SonneGreat Mother, from whose Worthie-fertile Wombe
So manie thousands haue tane birth, and wonnne
An endlesse Fame abroad, and Name at home:
Sharing the glorie of each Conquest great,
And Victorie obtainde in brave defaite.
LAWDER.
THE SCOTTISH SOVLDIER.
Arme, arme, to Armes, the Trumpets sound each where,
And Drummes doe beate in ev'rie Martiall eare:
Rouze vp; my brave and valiant Countrie-men,
The golden Age doth now returne againe;
In which our swords shall sheare enough vnsowne,
And make the fruits of everie field our owne:
The harvest of true Honour draweth neere,
When everie head that would a Laurell weare
Must clad in shyning steele march to the field,
And gather Crownes which sorrowes then will yeeld.
While Kings enthron'd in dust doe gasping lie,
And clowds of smoake eclypse the Sunne and skie:
Which Cannons thundring throats doe vomite forth,
Where death and danger showes to trye true Worth:
O what a brave occasion have you now!
To make the Earth and all her Monarchs bow
To your victorious Armes? which heeretofore
No forraine yoke of bondage ever bore;
When all the sur-face of this spatious Round,
Where either Land or Iland could bee found,
That might inlarge Romes Empire was made thrall
Her ravenous Eagles soaring over all,
You kept your bounds vnconquer'd to this day,
And did Romes Empire bound, her conquests stay,
And made her powerfull hoasts your harme so feare,
That they huge Ramparts of defence did reare
From axe-armde Scots invasion, you who ne're
By any stranger yet subdued were,
If Heavens great favour you implore a while:
Which never did but on your Armies smile,
You may presume (and with good hope) to bring.
The World t'adore the Lyon for her King:
For why were you reserued ever free,
If not the Emperours of this Earth to be?
And Drummes doe beate in ev'rie Martiall eare:
Rouze vp; my brave and valiant Countrie-men,
The golden Age doth now returne againe;
In which our swords shall sheare enough vnsowne,
And make the fruits of everie field our owne:
The harvest of true Honour draweth neere,
When everie head that would a Laurell weare
Must clad in shyning steele march to the field,
And gather Crownes which sorrowes then will yeeld.
While Kings enthron'd in dust doe gasping lie,
And clowds of smoake eclypse the Sunne and skie:
Which Cannons thundring throats doe vomite forth,
Where death and danger showes to trye true Worth:
O what a brave occasion have you now!
To make the Earth and all her Monarchs bow
To your victorious Armes? which heeretofore
No forraine yoke of bondage ever bore;
When all the sur-face of this spatious Round,
Where either Land or Iland could bee found,
That might inlarge Romes Empire was made thrall
Her ravenous Eagles soaring over all,
You kept your bounds vnconquer'd to this day,
And did Romes Empire bound, her conquests stay,
And made her powerfull hoasts your harme so feare,
That they huge Ramparts of defence did reare
By any stranger yet subdued were,
If Heavens great favour you implore a while:
Which never did but on your Armies smile,
You may presume (and with good hope) to bring.
The World t'adore the Lyon for her King:
For why were you reserued ever free,
If not the Emperours of this Earth to be?
Our Nation euer hath most Noble beene,
And all the Neighbouring World hath wondring seene.
More Worthies, sent from hence in forraine Warre,
Whose Courage greatest dangers could not marre,
Then ever any Kingdome all about.
Could for her owne defence at home bring out,
For Warre hath beene the practice of this Land.
Since Fergus footed first our Scotish sand,
And ere our fathers in the World did come,
They heard th'Alarums in their mothers wombe,
Which made them all borne Souldiers, for the feild
Their birth-place was, their cradle was a shielde,
Why should not we then, sprung of warrlike race;
Our worthie grandsires wayes and footings trace?
To show this wretched world that courage bold,
Doeth liue in vs which shinde in them of old,
And that our World-diuided Ile can send,
To drowne all lands forth a deluge of Men.
And all the Neighbouring World hath wondring seene.
More Worthies, sent from hence in forraine Warre,
Whose Courage greatest dangers could not marre,
Then ever any Kingdome all about.
Could for her owne defence at home bring out,
For Warre hath beene the practice of this Land.
Since Fergus footed first our Scotish sand,
And ere our fathers in the World did come,
They heard th'Alarums in their mothers wombe,
Which made them all borne Souldiers, for the feild
Their birth-place was, their cradle was a shielde,
Why should not we then, sprung of warrlike race;
Our worthie grandsires wayes and footings trace?
To show this wretched world that courage bold,
Doeth liue in vs which shinde in them of old,
And that our World-diuided Ile can send,
To drowne all lands forth a deluge of Men.
Braue fellowes! doe but backe reflect your sight.
On Ages past, with wonder and delight,
You will transported find an vncouth fire
Burne in your breasts with flames of braue desire.
To make you one day like these Heroes great,
Whose memorie liues fresh and valour yet.
And of whose loynes while they this land defended,
You were in armes begot and are descended.
On Ages past, with wonder and delight,
You will transported find an vncouth fire
Burne in your breasts with flames of braue desire.
To make you one day like these Heroes great,
Whose memorie liues fresh and valour yet.
And of whose loynes while they this land defended,
You were in armes begot and are descended.
Behold in France eight hundred yeares and more,
To Charlemaigne foure thousand Scots sent ore,
Securd his Kingdome from the Saxon harmes,
And well deservde with their defensive armes,
For which the Lillyes of our golden feild,
Enclose the Lion in our Royall sheild.
To Charlemaigne foure thousand Scots sent ore,
And well deservde with their defensive armes,
For which the Lillyes of our golden feild,
Enclose the Lion in our Royall sheild.
Behold two thousand in Ierusalem,
Braue Champions of the faith, true Scotish men:
Led by great Hugo Philip's brother bold,
Who then the scepter of faire France did hold.
Braue Champions of the faith, true Scotish men:
Led by great Hugo Philip's brother bold,
Who then the scepter of faire France did hold.
Behold the holy King saint Lowys then,
Proud to lead on three thousand Scots againe.
To Palestine, whilst that braue Earle of March,
Their, Captaine by his side did stoutelie march,
Of whose assistance finding so much good,
Our third King Alexanders helpe he su'd,
And had two thousand more sent to his neede;
Whom Atholls Earle and Carricts Counte did lead.
Proud to lead on three thousand Scots againe.
To Palestine, whilst that braue Earle of March,
Their, Captaine by his side did stoutelie march,
Of whose assistance finding so much good,
Our third King Alexanders helpe he su'd,
And had two thousand more sent to his neede;
Whom Atholls Earle and Carricts Counte did lead.
Behold our second Dauid arme for ayde,
To Iohn of France three thousand Souldiers, led
By William Earle of Douglas, which did all
In Poictou with the French in battle fall.
To Iohn of France three thousand Souldiers, led
By William Earle of Douglas, which did all
In Poictou with the French in battle fall.
Behold our Robert send to Charles againe,
Seuen thousand, stout and Warrelike fighting Men,
Of which Iohn Earle of Buchan Gen'rall went,
And there the Earle of Wigtoun, though not sent,
Who in these warres deservd so well of France,
That Charles brave Buchans merite to advance
Made him great Constable of France, and sent
Backe all his noble bandes againe, content
Till time requirde their ayde, and callde them ore,
To France supplied with three thousand more.
Seuen thousand, stout and Warrelike fighting Men,
Of which Iohn Earle of Buchan Gen'rall went,
And there the Earle of Wigtoun, though not sent,
Who in these warres deservd so well of France,
That Charles brave Buchans merite to advance
Made him great Constable of France, and sent
Backe all his noble bandes againe, content
Till time requirde their ayde, and callde them ore,
To France supplied with three thousand more.
All these, and many thousands more of late,
Haue in their freinds defence gainde honors great.
The Douglasses long Dukes of Touraine were,
The Hamiltons of Chastelraut yet are,
The Stuarts Lords of Aubigny till now,
Whose grandsyres to that height of greatnesse grew,
That one of them had absolute command
Ore all the gaged Souldiers of the Land.
Another governd Millans state and reyne
And one in Naples Vice-Roy did reigne,
Who after liv'd great Generall to bee
Of all the force of France in Italie:
And of that Armie which hee hither led
In England sent vnto seventh Henries aide.
Haue in their freinds defence gainde honors great.
The Douglasses long Dukes of Touraine were,
The Hamiltons of Chastelraut yet are,
The Stuarts Lords of Aubigny till now,
Whose grandsyres to that height of greatnesse grew,
Ore all the gaged Souldiers of the Land.
Another governd Millans state and reyne
And one in Naples Vice-Roy did reigne,
Who after liv'd great Generall to bee
Of all the force of France in Italie:
And of that Armie which hee hither led
In England sent vnto seventh Henries aide.
What noble minde not ravisht is to read,
In th'Annalls of those noble Hero's dead;
Whose worth surviving time, shall never die
But live enrolled in Eternitie?
O brave and happie Ghosts! for ever rest
In heavens triumphant glorie crownde and blest,
That you may from the rolling Spheares above
Behold the bodyes where your Soules doe move;
Assisted with your happie influence,
Live ever famous in all ages hence
To doe great things as you have done before,
Whose memory and Names time doth adore.
And you my Country-men cast vp your eyes
On those bright starres now fixt in honours skyes;
Glasse in their glorious deedes your actions all,
Now while this brave occasion doth you call.
Shunne sluggish rest, and that lethargicke sleepe,
Which doth your soules so long intranced keepe
In the base shadowes of obscuritie.
Vp, vp, awake that all the World may see,
The Scotish Souldier glistring in bright steele,
To make the Earth to stagger, shake and reele,
Drunke with her dwellers blood, who dare withstand
Refusing Charles his yoke, when you command
To draw his waine, and proud triumphant Carre,
Betwixt the Artick and Antartick starre.
Let Tybers streames no more runne crystall hued,
But black with goare, and Danube swell embrued
With crimson colourd brookes, whose currants fall
Downe from the mountaines, and the valleyes all,
Wherewith your swordes the sources opned bee,
To make the Ocean all but one Red Sea.
In th'Annalls of those noble Hero's dead;
Whose worth surviving time, shall never die
But live enrolled in Eternitie?
O brave and happie Ghosts! for ever rest
In heavens triumphant glorie crownde and blest,
That you may from the rolling Spheares above
Behold the bodyes where your Soules doe move;
Assisted with your happie influence,
Live ever famous in all ages hence
To doe great things as you have done before,
Whose memory and Names time doth adore.
And you my Country-men cast vp your eyes
On those bright starres now fixt in honours skyes;
Glasse in their glorious deedes your actions all,
Now while this brave occasion doth you call.
Shunne sluggish rest, and that lethargicke sleepe,
Which doth your soules so long intranced keepe
In the base shadowes of obscuritie.
Vp, vp, awake that all the World may see,
The Scotish Souldier glistring in bright steele,
To make the Earth to stagger, shake and reele,
Drunke with her dwellers blood, who dare withstand
Refusing Charles his yoke, when you command
To draw his waine, and proud triumphant Carre,
Betwixt the Artick and Antartick starre.
Let Tybers streames no more runne crystall hued,
But black with goare, and Danube swell embrued
Downe from the mountaines, and the valleyes all,
Wherewith your swordes the sources opned bee,
To make the Ocean all but one Red Sea.
Then, as this happy soyle hath lent you birth,
Which earst did bring so many great ones foorth,
Showe you are valourous, and Scotts men true,
Whose arms can worlds of Enemies subdue:
Shake off all ease, and for soft beds of downe
To rest vpon the stony earth lie downe.
Make Water Nectar, which you muddie drinke
Into a Morrian, and never thinke
On VVine, nor on that fine and daintie fare
For which no soule but pampred slaues do care:
Away those vaine attires of strange disguise
And gaudie clothes which glance in Ladies eyes.
The Corslet will become you better farre
And mould you brauelie like to men of VVarre,
Let painted puppies, womanish conceates,
Court monkies, which on fauour's smile awaits,
Fard, frize, and painte, for me, I never seeke
To haue a better collour on my cheeke;
Then when the dust and sweate doe hide my face,
Me thinkes such grim-nesse is a Souldiers grace:
And for that softnesse mignard youthes affect,
My humor scornes it in disdaind neglect.
Which earst did bring so many great ones foorth,
Showe you are valourous, and Scotts men true,
Whose arms can worlds of Enemies subdue:
Shake off all ease, and for soft beds of downe
To rest vpon the stony earth lie downe.
Make Water Nectar, which you muddie drinke
Into a Morrian, and never thinke
On VVine, nor on that fine and daintie fare
For which no soule but pampred slaues do care:
Away those vaine attires of strange disguise
And gaudie clothes which glance in Ladies eyes.
The Corslet will become you better farre
And mould you brauelie like to men of VVarre,
Let painted puppies, womanish conceates,
Court monkies, which on fauour's smile awaits,
Fard, frize, and painte, for me, I never seeke
To haue a better collour on my cheeke;
Then when the dust and sweate doe hide my face,
Me thinkes such grim-nesse is a Souldiers grace:
And for that softnesse mignard youthes affect,
My humor scornes it in disdaind neglect.
Let me still heare the Cannons thundring voice,
In terror threaten ruine; that sweet noyse
Rings in my eares more pleasing than the sound
Of any Musickes consort can bee found.
Show mee two Armies which embattled stand,
VVith Squadrons spred abroad on everie hand
And readie to encounter: such a fight
Doth more bereave my senses with delight
Than all the pompous showes the Court affords.
And Mignons maskes of Ladye and of Lords.
To see them give a charge, make a retraite,
Heere a Battallion broke, there one defaite;
A troup of horse charge footmen on the flankes:
Who closelie keepe their order, and their rankes,
The Pikes stand like a forrest broad and faire,
And streight presenting make a front all-where,
To heare the Trumpets sound, drummes thundring round,
Make Heaven and earth, the Sea and land resound,
As if this All should suddainelie bee brought
To that confusion whence it first was wrought.
Then to see leggs and armes torne ragged flie,
And bodyes gasping all dismembred lie,
One head beate off another, while the hand
Sheaths in his neighbours breast his bloodie brand,
A Cannon bullet take a Ranke away,
A Volley of small shoe eclypse the day
With smoke of sulphure, which no sooner cleares,
But death and horrour everie where appeares;
The Vantguards joyne, of which the one orethrowes
The other, and ere all their bellies goes:
And then the Battles meete, at which doth stay
The victorie and fortune of the day.
There wounds with wounds are payd, and death with death
There, furie offreth to a conquering wrath.
The dying groanes of such as durst affront
A noble Courage, which did theirs surmount.
Where glorie binds her palmes about the head,
Who for true honour doth no danger dread,
But as a Lyon, roaring to asswage
Among the heards of sheepe his hungers rage,
Doth teare and rend, byte, kill on everie side,
Vntill his appetite bee satisfied.
So hee makes all about him find his blowes,
Whose weight who ever findeth downeward goes:
Then fall the conquerde Ensignes to the ground,
With those that bate them vp in blood now drownd.
The Conquerours crye aloud, the conquerd die,
And sigh their last to see that Victorie:
VVhilst a retraite is sounding over all
The Victors troups in order backe to call
VVho rich in honour, and in bootie come
Chargde with their Enemies spoyles triumphant home.
In terror threaten ruine; that sweet noyse
Rings in my eares more pleasing than the sound
Of any Musickes consort can bee found.
Show mee two Armies which embattled stand,
VVith Squadrons spred abroad on everie hand
And readie to encounter: such a fight
Doth more bereave my senses with delight
Than all the pompous showes the Court affords.
And Mignons maskes of Ladye and of Lords.
Heere a Battallion broke, there one defaite;
A troup of horse charge footmen on the flankes:
Who closelie keepe their order, and their rankes,
The Pikes stand like a forrest broad and faire,
And streight presenting make a front all-where,
To heare the Trumpets sound, drummes thundring round,
Make Heaven and earth, the Sea and land resound,
As if this All should suddainelie bee brought
To that confusion whence it first was wrought.
Then to see leggs and armes torne ragged flie,
And bodyes gasping all dismembred lie,
One head beate off another, while the hand
Sheaths in his neighbours breast his bloodie brand,
A Cannon bullet take a Ranke away,
A Volley of small shoe eclypse the day
With smoke of sulphure, which no sooner cleares,
But death and horrour everie where appeares;
The Vantguards joyne, of which the one orethrowes
The other, and ere all their bellies goes:
And then the Battles meete, at which doth stay
The victorie and fortune of the day.
There wounds with wounds are payd, and death with death
There, furie offreth to a conquering wrath.
The dying groanes of such as durst affront
A noble Courage, which did theirs surmount.
Where glorie binds her palmes about the head,
Who for true honour doth no danger dread,
But as a Lyon, roaring to asswage
Among the heards of sheepe his hungers rage,
Doth teare and rend, byte, kill on everie side,
Vntill his appetite bee satisfied.
So hee makes all about him find his blowes,
Whose weight who ever findeth downeward goes:
Then fall the conquerde Ensignes to the ground,
With those that bate them vp in blood now drownd.
And sigh their last to see that Victorie:
VVhilst a retraite is sounding over all
The Victors troups in order backe to call
VVho rich in honour, and in bootie come
Chargde with their Enemies spoyles triumphant home.
These are the glorious showes which in mine eyes
Surpasse all glistring pompe and vanities.
The Campe's my Court, wherein a Corslet clad,
I find more ease of mind, and walk more glad
Than hee who lac'd in gold and velvet goes
Proud of the silken glose of fading cloathes.
The trenches are my walkes where oft for sport,
And recreation sweet I doe resort,
There midst the flames of lightining, and the rayne,
Of Musquet bullets pour'd on hundreds slayne,
I walke securelie, and with more content,
Than if my howres were in soft pleasure spent.
If any new designe or Enterprise
Be hatch'd, in which apparent danger lies,
And none but such as faine wold honour winne,
Dare venter or attempt, O! there I runne
As others to a feast, and when I scale
A Towne or fort, and see our plott prevaile,
Though death did marre my way, my wishe goes even,
I'de thinke it were the way to honors heaven.
Surpasse all glistring pompe and vanities.
The Campe's my Court, wherein a Corslet clad,
I find more ease of mind, and walk more glad
Than hee who lac'd in gold and velvet goes
Proud of the silken glose of fading cloathes.
The trenches are my walkes where oft for sport,
And recreation sweet I doe resort,
There midst the flames of lightining, and the rayne,
Of Musquet bullets pour'd on hundreds slayne,
I walke securelie, and with more content,
Than if my howres were in soft pleasure spent.
If any new designe or Enterprise
Be hatch'd, in which apparent danger lies,
And none but such as faine wold honour winne,
Dare venter or attempt, O! there I runne
As others to a feast, and when I scale
A Towne or fort, and see our plott prevaile,
Though death did marre my way, my wishe goes even,
I'de thinke it were the way to honors heaven.
This way our grandsires went, this way our sires,
This way must hee to honour who aspires,
By this our brethren in these latter dayes,
Haue in the Schooles of VVarre beene crown'd with bayes:
Shall wee who follow them degener then?
And not bee like our valiant Country-men?
VVho when calme peace at home their minds did marre,
Did seeke employment into forraine VVarre;
As Holland well can witnesse, who did find
Their friendly help, and first did prove them kind
Of any neighbour Nation, when opprest
With Tyrannie she first her neck did wrest
From Spaines hard yoke, and did her power disdaine
A stated freedome since to entertaine
By force of Armes; though not her owne God knowes,
For all her Conquests to our Court'sie owes.
A noble share which shee forgetting now
Her vile ingratitude doth baselie show.
For had they not at Nuyport fought it out,
When but an handfull left, enclosd about,
The fortune of that day had not beene good,
But they would seale it with their dearest blood:
And buye the Victorie at such a rate,
As might deserve more thankes, if friendly met.
This way must hee to honour who aspires,
By this our brethren in these latter dayes,
Haue in the Schooles of VVarre beene crown'd with bayes:
Shall wee who follow them degener then?
And not bee like our valiant Country-men?
VVho when calme peace at home their minds did marre,
Did seeke employment into forraine VVarre;
As Holland well can witnesse, who did find
Their friendly help, and first did prove them kind
Of any neighbour Nation, when opprest
From Spaines hard yoke, and did her power disdaine
A stated freedome since to entertaine
By force of Armes; though not her owne God knowes,
For all her Conquests to our Court'sie owes.
A noble share which shee forgetting now
Her vile ingratitude doth baselie show.
For had they not at Nuyport fought it out,
When but an handfull left, enclosd about,
The fortune of that day had not beene good,
But they would seale it with their dearest blood:
And buye the Victorie at such a rate,
As might deserve more thankes, if friendly met.
The Germane Warres a number did invite,
For our Eliza's Crowne with her to fight,
Who all alace! were in her losses lost,
So Heavns have in those parts our parties crost.
But yet wee hope to see the day againe.
On which than ere more glorious shee shall reigne,
When Heidelberg, which now her want doth mourne,
Her sighes of sorrow in sweet Songs shall turne.
And her Triumphant bands shall march along
The bankes of Rbene remembring former wrong.
And make the flood Nymphes blush for joy to see
Their Queene returne in pompe of Majestie.
For our Eliza's Crowne with her to fight,
Who all alace! were in her losses lost,
So Heavns have in those parts our parties crost.
But yet wee hope to see the day againe.
On which than ere more glorious shee shall reigne,
When Heidelberg, which now her want doth mourne,
Her sighes of sorrow in sweet Songs shall turne.
And her Triumphant bands shall march along
The bankes of Rbene remembring former wrong.
And make the flood Nymphes blush for joy to see
Their Queene returne in pompe of Majestie.
Denmark our gallants daylie doth employ
In hard exploits to worke their foes annoy;
And finds them prove true Scotsmen like themselve
Where blood empurpleth oft the streames of Elve.
In hard exploits to worke their foes annoy;
And finds them prove true Scotsmen like themselve
Where blood empurpleth oft the streames of Elve.
Sweden emplores the ayde of Scotish bands,
Which in her best defence most bravelie stands
Against the fierce Polonian Cassaques force,
And sees them shake the Squadrons of their horse.
Which in her best defence most bravelie stands
Against the fierce Polonian Cassaques force,
And sees them shake the Squadrons of their horse.
The World all finds our help, or feares our harme,
If once our CHARLES should in his anger arme,
O what an Armie then should spread her winges?
Over all Europe's face to daunt her Kings?
When England is our owne with vs to goe.
What may wee not? whom can wee not orethrow?
If God bee not against our great designes,
Where Sunne doth rise, and where his Carre declines,
From frozen Zembla to the torride Zone,
Thence to the Southerne Cape wee'll make our owne;
And all shall be great Brittaines Empire wide,
Having no neighbours but the Seas beside.
If once our CHARLES should in his anger arme,
O what an Armie then should spread her winges?
Over all Europe's face to daunt her Kings?
What may wee not? whom can wee not orethrow?
If God bee not against our great designes,
Where Sunne doth rise, and where his Carre declines,
From frozen Zembla to the torride Zone,
Thence to the Southerne Cape wee'll make our owne;
And all shall be great Brittaines Empire wide,
Having no neighbours but the Seas beside.
Goe to then braue and hopefull Scottish brood,
And with your Swords let out the boyling blood,
Of the sicke Worlde in time, before shee bee
Full brainesicke taken with a frenesie:
Lest in her madnesse hauing double strength,
Shee proue vndaunted head strong at the length,
And cannot be in that subiection ti'de
In which is fitt shee should to you abide:
First in the right arme Fraunce, set ope a veyne
To weaken her, then in the left arme Spayne,
Rippe vp another, whereby shee may bleed,
Out all that may or can infect the head,
But never bind them vp vntill the goare,
Haue made a Sea, a Sea without a shoare.
And with your Swords let out the boyling blood,
Of the sicke Worlde in time, before shee bee
Full brainesicke taken with a frenesie:
Lest in her madnesse hauing double strength,
Shee proue vndaunted head strong at the length,
And cannot be in that subiection ti'de
In which is fitt shee should to you abide:
First in the right arme Fraunce, set ope a veyne
To weaken her, then in the left arme Spayne,
Rippe vp another, whereby shee may bleed,
Out all that may or can infect the head,
But never bind them vp vntill the goare,
Haue made a Sea, a Sea without a shoare.
Time serues you now, come Caualiers or never,
(Whom Heavens haue ioynd no Earthlie powre can seuer)
Braue Scottes and English ioyne your hearts and hands,
As loue hath done your long diuided lands,
Put both your Crosses white and red in one,
To fill Great Charles his standard with a sunne:
Which shall oreshine with glorious spreading beames,
The Vniuersall World in firie gleames:
And make his Enemies for feare looke blacke
Or at the sight dasht, flie and turne their backe
For honours sake and for your Countries fame,
As now this Iland all hath but one Name,
One King, one Faith, one Language, and one Lawe,
So let one Loue your Hearts together drawe,
That all Scotes, English, English-Scotes, may be,
Possest with that same minde which ruleth mee.
Then wee shall see that long expected day,
VVhen all our Lordings armde, shall cast away
The frizled perwigges, powders, and perfumes,
VVhich fœminine conceits no Man becomes,
And put on plumed casques with loftie crests
Vpon their heads, and Corslets on their brests,
And for soft carpets in the Court, betake
Themselves vpon the ground their beds to make,
A stone for pillowe shall support their heads,
VVithin these curtaines which starrde Heaven spreads.
The raine and snow shall then best incense prove,
To purge the rowme, and loathsome smells remove,
Their dyet such as bounteous heaven hath sent
Vpon Occasion, yeelding true Content,
And for a table eat it on the grasse,
Their hands to drinke the water for a glasse,
Or golden Bowle, in which they shall not neede
To feare mixt poyson, or to drinke with dread.
For save the durt and mud horse feete have made,
Of worse their neatnesse need not bee affrayde.
(Whom Heavens haue ioynd no Earthlie powre can seuer)
Braue Scottes and English ioyne your hearts and hands,
As loue hath done your long diuided lands,
Put both your Crosses white and red in one,
To fill Great Charles his standard with a sunne:
Which shall oreshine with glorious spreading beames,
The Vniuersall World in firie gleames:
And make his Enemies for feare looke blacke
Or at the sight dasht, flie and turne their backe
For honours sake and for your Countries fame,
As now this Iland all hath but one Name,
One King, one Faith, one Language, and one Lawe,
So let one Loue your Hearts together drawe,
That all Scotes, English, English-Scotes, may be,
Then wee shall see that long expected day,
VVhen all our Lordings armde, shall cast away
The frizled perwigges, powders, and perfumes,
VVhich fœminine conceits no Man becomes,
And put on plumed casques with loftie crests
Vpon their heads, and Corslets on their brests,
And for soft carpets in the Court, betake
Themselves vpon the ground their beds to make,
A stone for pillowe shall support their heads,
VVithin these curtaines which starrde Heaven spreads.
The raine and snow shall then best incense prove,
To purge the rowme, and loathsome smells remove,
Their dyet such as bounteous heaven hath sent
Vpon Occasion, yeelding true Content,
And for a table eat it on the grasse,
Their hands to drinke the water for a glasse,
Or golden Bowle, in which they shall not neede
To feare mixt poyson, or to drinke with dread.
For save the durt and mud horse feete have made,
Of worse their neatnesse need not bee affrayde.
This is the life the Souldier lives and loves,
VVhich though it painefull bee, great pleasure proves.
And I doe thinke my selfe as happie then
VVhen I see nothing els but armed Men,
As hee whose eyes doe stare his wretched gold,
VVhich doth his soule a chained captive hold
VVithin a chest, and never doth delight
But when his pelfe is set into his sight.
VVhich though it painefull bee, great pleasure proves.
And I doe thinke my selfe as happie then
VVhen I see nothing els but armed Men,
As hee whose eyes doe stare his wretched gold,
VVhich doth his soule a chained captive hold
VVithin a chest, and never doth delight
But when his pelfe is set into his sight.
The VVorld is made to serve the vse of Man,
I have enough what need I further than;
Tis Honour which I aime at, and to gaine
That sweetneth all the sowrnesse of my paine:
That is the scope to which my minde aspires,
That is the Soveraigne of my Soules desires.
Arme, arme, to armes the Trumpets sound all-where,
And Drummes doe beate in ev'rie Martiall care.
I have enough what need I further than;
Tis Honour which I aime at, and to gaine
That sweetneth all the sowrnesse of my paine:
That is the scope to which my minde aspires,
That is the Soveraigne of my Soules desires.
Arme, arme, to armes the Trumpets sound all-where,
And Drummes doe beate in ev'rie Martiall care.
FINIS.
A MONVMENT, to the Memorie of the most noble, and generous, Sr. W. Cuninghame, Captaine of an Horse trowpe, killed in the Ile of RETZ.
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WYC
HEERE lyes
Beneath this heape
Of bones, in quiet sleepe
A Knight who never dyes.
SCOTLAND did lend him birth,
And vaunteth of His WORTH,
Bohemia's and the GERMANE VVarres
Bred from a Boye this hopefull MARS,
Vntill the service of his LORD and KING
Did challenge his first flowres in Valours spring.
Those RETZ did gather whilst they did but bud,
And watring drownde the tree in FRANCE'S blood.
The Souldiers, Honour, Love, have reard this loftie frame,
To shrowde the sacred ashes of Couragious Cuninghame.
LAWDER.
To his sacred Maiestie.
Disdaine not mightie Monarch to give eareTo this poore Nymph, who humbly doth entreate
Thine ayde; and pardon for her Song, which feare
In such a lowelie straine to THEE so great,
Presumes vpon thy goodnesse to present,
And by a Souldiers hand is to THEE sins.
By your Majestie most humble subject, servant and Souldier, Lawder.
WIGHT.
SVNT ARTIBVS ARMA DECORI
About what time the faire Latona's Sonne
To light this lower Round, the round did runne
In which the Heavens sterne Archer standing, poures
His falling shafts on earth in frequent showres:
One day, as day the mornings blush did cleere,
And Starres eclypsd dy'd in our Hemisphere,
The winds were whist, heaven lourd on Sea and land,
And a sad silence did the World command:
When midst the smoothed marble of the Maine
Neere Albions South shore, appeared plaine
A sweet and statelie Nymph, to heave her head
Above the waters faire, her locks did spread
Their golden curles her shoulders all about,
And flood-like flowde to where they late sprung out.
A flowrie Anademe her temples crownd,
Which was of Oake and Ivie braunches bound.
Her right hand held a dart Diana-like,
With which shee wount the flying Stagge to strike,
The waves about her softlie swelling, raisde
A chrystall Throne, on which shee sate and gaz'de
The Seas and shoares about a prettie while,
With an amazed looke and woundring smile.
Then, on the neighbouring Coast her eyes shee cast,
And thus her silence did breake off at last.
To light this lower Round, the round did runne
In which the Heavens sterne Archer standing, poures
His falling shafts on earth in frequent showres:
One day, as day the mornings blush did cleere,
And Starres eclypsd dy'd in our Hemisphere,
The winds were whist, heaven lourd on Sea and land,
And a sad silence did the World command:
When midst the smoothed marble of the Maine
Neere Albions South shore, appeared plaine
A sweet and statelie Nymph, to heave her head
Above the waters faire, her locks did spread
Their golden curles her shoulders all about,
And flood-like flowde to where they late sprung out.
A flowrie Anademe her temples crownd,
Which was of Oake and Ivie braunches bound.
Her right hand held a dart Diana-like,
With which shee wount the flying Stagge to strike,
The waves about her softlie swelling, raisde
A chrystall Throne, on which shee sate and gaz'de
The Seas and shoares about a prettie while,
With an amazed looke and woundring smile.
Then, on the neighbouring Coast her eyes shee cast,
And thus her silence did breake off at last.
What sad mischance hath causd this vncouth change?
Why lookes the hilles and mountaines all so strange?
What murmuring noise and whispers doe I heare?
And sounds of sorrow ecchoing in mine eare;
How lookes my sister Albion now so sad!
With downe cast brow who sung but late so glad?
Tell mee you muttring brookes hilles daughters faire
Why weepe you so, and teare your silver haire?
And meeting heere in Neptunes watrie court
Why leave you off your wounted joyes and sport?
Ay mee! what may this bee? some heavie losse
It feares mee much, or something that doth crosse
The publick well at home, or some sad newes
Of Warres abroad, which Fame doth now infuse
In everie eare; what ever losse it bee,
The Heaven's defend my Charles, and he'll keepe Mee.
Why lookes the hilles and mountaines all so strange?
What murmuring noise and whispers doe I heare?
And sounds of sorrow ecchoing in mine eare;
How lookes my sister Albion now so sad!
With downe cast brow who sung but late so glad?
Tell mee you muttring brookes hilles daughters faire
Why weepe you so, and teare your silver haire?
Why leave you off your wounted joyes and sport?
Ay mee! what may this bee? some heavie losse
It feares mee much, or something that doth crosse
The publick well at home, or some sad newes
Of Warres abroad, which Fame doth now infuse
In everie eare; what ever losse it bee,
The Heaven's defend my Charles, and he'll keepe Mee.
But ah! I see the cause why all things mourne,
The fleet from Retz doth homeward now returne,
But with great losse alace! of valiant Knights.
And worthy Captaines killd in bloody fights:
Of which my Sonne braue Burrowes was the first,
A Souldier from the cradle bred and nurst,
And many of those gallants, who but late:
Did liue with mee, attending this sad fate.
For when they parted hence, faire Wight, said they
Farewell, now fortune calleth vs away,
Wee must begone, yet Heaven shall witnesse bee.
In absent sighs how wee haue loved Thee.
Poore Soules! they now sleepe in eternall rest.
May their poore bones no trouble more molest:
Ah cursed Retz! for ever cursed bee.
Thou art the ground of all this greefe we see,
Thy loue hath causd our losse, thy wine our woe,
Thy salt our sorrow which doth vexe vs so.
How many thousands but for thee haue di'd?
By sea and land, and fire and sword haue tri'd?
Thy Sister Rochell, earst to keepe thee free,
Venterd her children, state, and libertie:
Yet lost thee and her children, and almost
(Had not Heaven fought for her) her halfe the lost.
When brainsick Belgia sent her shippes from farre,
To fight with God (in that vngodlie Warre,
In which shee to her shame the cloake did teare
Of true Relligion, which her selfe did weare,
To cover her rebellion not long since,
When shee revolted from her lawfull Prince.)
And even my Charles (deceau'd I must avow)
Did lend his helpe his freinds to overthrow.
O thou vnhappie Nymph canst not bee good!
Whose beauty must be bought so deare with blood,
And none can e're enjoy but jealousie,
In hazard of some rivall enemie.
The fleet from Retz doth homeward now returne,
But with great losse alace! of valiant Knights.
And worthy Captaines killd in bloody fights:
Of which my Sonne braue Burrowes was the first,
A Souldier from the cradle bred and nurst,
And many of those gallants, who but late:
Did liue with mee, attending this sad fate.
For when they parted hence, faire Wight, said they
Farewell, now fortune calleth vs away,
Wee must begone, yet Heaven shall witnesse bee.
In absent sighs how wee haue loved Thee.
Poore Soules! they now sleepe in eternall rest.
May their poore bones no trouble more molest:
Ah cursed Retz! for ever cursed bee.
Thou art the ground of all this greefe we see,
Thy loue hath causd our losse, thy wine our woe,
Thy salt our sorrow which doth vexe vs so.
How many thousands but for thee haue di'd?
By sea and land, and fire and sword haue tri'd?
Thy Sister Rochell, earst to keepe thee free,
Venterd her children, state, and libertie:
Yet lost thee and her children, and almost
(Had not Heaven fought for her) her halfe the lost.
When brainsick Belgia sent her shippes from farre,
To fight with God (in that vngodlie Warre,
In which shee to her shame the cloake did teare
Of true Relligion, which her selfe did weare,
When shee revolted from her lawfull Prince.)
And even my Charles (deceau'd I must avow)
Did lend his helpe his freinds to overthrow.
O thou vnhappie Nymph canst not bee good!
Whose beauty must be bought so deare with blood,
And none can e're enjoy but jealousie,
In hazard of some rivall enemie.
But what doe I exclame? t'was Heavens decree
The land should suffer and no fault in thee.
This Nations sinnes haue made these Armies smart,
And Pride is punishd now with just desert,
All see it and confess't, then let vs now,
With truelie humbled hearts our bodyes bow
Before the throne of Heavens abundant grace.
And with vnfeined teares first beg Gods peace,
Then make just Warre abroad, that he may blesse
Our Armes, and good designes with glad successe,
Else never looke to act what wee intend,
Nor bring but shame vnto our selues in end.
The world now laughs to see vs brought so low,
Who boasted so great things a while agoe,
Fraunce, who before shee saw what wee could doe
Even trembled at our Name, doth taunt vs now,
And threatens an invasion, shee who late
Halfe graunted all we crav'd, at easie rate,
And had begunne to talke and speake vs faire,
But for to bee well vsd, shee was so neare:
Now shee with Spaine secur'd, doth scoffing stand,
And both doe boast to over-runne this land.
Sweet sister doe not you despise their threattes;
Nor be deceavd too farre with selfe conceattes,
In trusting to your fleeting Castles strength,
As Queene of th'Ocean, but expect at length,
After so long you now that right maintaine,
Since blest Eliza's dayes and happie raigne,
To see your fleet effronted with a fleete,
Which may bee made (who knowes) with yours to meete.
Still judge the worst, and so in time provide,
That wee may after any storme abide
Both you and I, who heere (God knowes) doe lye,
Naked, and open to each Enemie.
The land should suffer and no fault in thee.
This Nations sinnes haue made these Armies smart,
And Pride is punishd now with just desert,
All see it and confess't, then let vs now,
With truelie humbled hearts our bodyes bow
Before the throne of Heavens abundant grace.
And with vnfeined teares first beg Gods peace,
Then make just Warre abroad, that he may blesse
Our Armes, and good designes with glad successe,
Else never looke to act what wee intend,
Nor bring but shame vnto our selues in end.
The world now laughs to see vs brought so low,
Who boasted so great things a while agoe,
Fraunce, who before shee saw what wee could doe
Even trembled at our Name, doth taunt vs now,
And threatens an invasion, shee who late
Halfe graunted all we crav'd, at easie rate,
And had begunne to talke and speake vs faire,
But for to bee well vsd, shee was so neare:
Now shee with Spaine secur'd, doth scoffing stand,
And both doe boast to over-runne this land.
Sweet sister doe not you despise their threattes;
Nor be deceavd too farre with selfe conceattes,
In trusting to your fleeting Castles strength,
As Queene of th'Ocean, but expect at length,
After so long you now that right maintaine,
Since blest Eliza's dayes and happie raigne,
Which may bee made (who knowes) with yours to meete.
Still judge the worst, and so in time provide,
That wee may after any storme abide
Both you and I, who heere (God knowes) doe lye,
Naked, and open to each Enemie.
And shall I still be so without defence?
A prey exposd to forraine violence?
Doe I deserue no better? is faire Wight
Of so small worth into her Charles his sight?
Shee whom great Neptune loues and doth embrace?
And Heavens haue blessed with so sweet a face;
Shee in whose losse all Albion should be lost.
If forraine force were Conqueror of her coast:
Why I am worthie of a Prince's loue
And even my lookes may his good liking moue:
Lesse worthie haue beene Queenes, nor am I proud,
To thinke I may be of proud Iber woo'd,
Or of the mignard French who would be glad,
As he expectes to haue me to his bed,
Say he should court me in rough compliment,
And driue my weakenesse to a forc'd consent:
Vpon what termes could I withstand his sute.
Or with what strong refusall hold him out?
I am a Woman, and as women bee
Feeble, (when forc'd alone,) t'lies not in me,
Thus helpelesse, hopelesse, subiect to all harmes,
T'oppose a sutter when he sues in armes,
Had I assistance of assurd defence,
And were securd from forreine insolence,
With fortresses, in which I durst repose,
Then I could laugh, and never feare to lose,
Nor honour, nor that Iewell of my life,
My Chastitie to be a strangers Wife.
A prey exposd to forraine violence?
Doe I deserue no better? is faire Wight
Of so small worth into her Charles his sight?
Shee whom great Neptune loues and doth embrace?
And Heavens haue blessed with so sweet a face;
Shee in whose losse all Albion should be lost.
If forraine force were Conqueror of her coast:
Why I am worthie of a Prince's loue
And even my lookes may his good liking moue:
Lesse worthie haue beene Queenes, nor am I proud,
To thinke I may be of proud Iber woo'd,
Or of the mignard French who would be glad,
As he expectes to haue me to his bed,
Say he should court me in rough compliment,
And driue my weakenesse to a forc'd consent:
Vpon what termes could I withstand his sute.
Or with what strong refusall hold him out?
I am a Woman, and as women bee
Feeble, (when forc'd alone,) t'lies not in me,
Thus helpelesse, hopelesse, subiect to all harmes,
T'oppose a sutter when he sues in armes,
Had I assistance of assurd defence,
And were securd from forreine insolence,
With fortresses, in which I durst repose,
Then I could laugh, and never feare to lose,
Nor honour, nor that Iewell of my life,
My Chastitie to be a strangers Wife.
Great Charles but once be pleas'd to cast an eye,
Vpon poore Wight, who for thine aide doth cry,
Danger doth threaten, and it seemes, is neare,
Preuent it, and forgiue a Womans feare.
Take some good course that I may still be thine,
Inspite of all thine Enemies and mine.
My Children from the wombe are bred for VVarre,
And armd in my defence dare goe as farre
As any Nation that the sunne doth see,
But haue no strength to sheeld themselues nor me,
If once a stranger land, my castles all,
Should quicklie in their ruines see vs fall,
And even that Fort which built vpon my brest,
Is in the worlds vaine hope accounted best,
It once my dwellers should be driuen there,
Is but of small defence, t'would proue a snare:
Within short space, and ere thine ayde could come,
I should be spoyld, burnd, wasted, and vndone,
Let me but haue one place which can receaue,
If neede should be (a siege) myne owne to saue,
You see how Retz who was as weake as I
A while but since did all our force defie,
Though thou were Lord of both the Sea and Land,
Her victualls and all succours to withstand,
I am not so; a weaker hold to me
Were of more hope, and haue the Ocean free,
VVhich neither France nor Spayne for all their boastes,
Can ever barre from thee to braue thy Coastes.
Vpon poore Wight, who for thine aide doth cry,
Preuent it, and forgiue a Womans feare.
Take some good course that I may still be thine,
Inspite of all thine Enemies and mine.
My Children from the wombe are bred for VVarre,
And armd in my defence dare goe as farre
As any Nation that the sunne doth see,
But haue no strength to sheeld themselues nor me,
If once a stranger land, my castles all,
Should quicklie in their ruines see vs fall,
And even that Fort which built vpon my brest,
Is in the worlds vaine hope accounted best,
It once my dwellers should be driuen there,
Is but of small defence, t'would proue a snare:
Within short space, and ere thine ayde could come,
I should be spoyld, burnd, wasted, and vndone,
Let me but haue one place which can receaue,
If neede should be (a siege) myne owne to saue,
You see how Retz who was as weake as I
A while but since did all our force defie,
Though thou were Lord of both the Sea and Land,
Her victualls and all succours to withstand,
I am not so; a weaker hold to me
Were of more hope, and haue the Ocean free,
VVhich neither France nor Spayne for all their boastes,
Can ever barre from thee to braue thy Coastes.
Then while Time serves the hazard to preuent,
Prouide, ere Time be sloathfullie mis-spent,
All wish me well, but onelie thou canst make me
Most happie if in thy defence thou take me,
My sisters Children from the furthest North,
Of Albany and from the bankes of Forth,
Bound for thy seruice in these Warres of France,
Are falne into my handes by happie chance,
And now doe liue with me in such delight,
That they are all enamoured of thy Wight,
Yea they doe sigh to see mee in this cace,
Exposd to evry strangers rude embrace;
And ere they saw me forcd would venter all,
Their liues, and blood in my defence to fall.
Prouide, ere Time be sloathfullie mis-spent,
All wish me well, but onelie thou canst make me
Most happie if in thy defence thou take me,
My sisters Children from the furthest North,
Of Albany and from the bankes of Forth,
Bound for thy seruice in these Warres of France,
Are falne into my handes by happie chance,
And now doe liue with me in such delight,
That they are all enamoured of thy Wight,
Exposd to evry strangers rude embrace;
And ere they saw me forcd would venter all,
Their liues, and blood in my defence to fall.
Once more excuse this importunitie
Great Charles, and though my sexes modestie
Forbid to wooe thee so, yet think how deare
Mine honour, and my Childrens liues appeare
To mine owne eyes, and evry loving Mother,
And then I hope thy gracious thoughtes will smother
The fashion of my sute, and let me haue
Thy Royall ayde, and what my need doth craue.
Great Charles, and though my sexes modestie
Forbid to wooe thee so, yet think how deare
Mine honour, and my Childrens liues appeare
To mine owne eyes, and evry loving Mother,
And then I hope thy gracious thoughtes will smother
The fashion of my sute, and let me haue
Thy Royall ayde, and what my need doth craue.
So may as many laurells bind thy browes,
In glorious conquests, and great overthrowes,
Of Enemies, by thee in Triumph led,
As there be lampes in Heaven when light is fled;
And may Heavens blessing shield thy Crowne and State,
To make thee once Great Britaines Charles the Great.
In glorious conquests, and great overthrowes,
Of Enemies, by thee in Triumph led,
As there be lampes in Heaven when light is fled;
And may Heavens blessing shield thy Crowne and State,
To make thee once Great Britaines Charles the Great.
This when the Nymph had sayd, shee turnd about,
And div'd beneath the deep where shee came out,
The trembling marble where shee hid her head,
A hundred rounds about the place did spread.
Heaven streight-way smil'd, and Phœbus shining bright,
His golden beames beate on the Ile of Wight.
And div'd beneath the deep where shee came out,
The trembling marble where shee hid her head,
A hundred rounds about the place did spread.
Heaven streight-way smil'd, and Phœbus shining bright,
His golden beames beate on the Ile of Wight.
Sunt Artibus Arma Decori.
LAWDER
FINIS.
TO THE MEMORY OF THE GENERALLIE BEVAILLED, Sr. IHON BVRROWES, COLONELL GENERALL AT THE ISLE OF RETZ, WHERE HEE WAS SLAYNE.
Stay Passenger, and read vpon this stoneA Tragick Story, in the losse of one
By Fates vntimelie stroake entombed heere,
Who Mars his mignon was, the Muses deare,
A Souldier and a Schollar, one by birth
As truelie Noble, as for Vertuous Worth.
The Buckler and the Booke were his delightes,
To lead the armed Arts to fields and fights,
No lady but Minerva he did loue,
Anothers lookes could not his likeing moue,
His Valor Holland witness'd, Spaine adoares,
Fraunce feard, admird, and England now deploares.
To tell thee who it is let this suffice,
Heere Noble, Valiant, Learnd, Braue BVRROWES, lies.
SVNT ARTIBVS ARMA DECORI.
LAWDER
FINIS.
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