A True History Of several Honourable Families of the Right Honourable Name of Scot In the Shires of Roxburgh and Selkirk, and others adjacent. Gathered out of Ancient Chronicles, Histories, and Traditions of our Fathers. By Capt. Walter Scot, An old Souldier, and no Scholler, And one that can Write nane, But just the Letters of his Name |
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Of Shepherds Swains I mind to carp,
And valiant Tammerlane into the second Part,
My drowsie Muse is almost drown'd with care,
How she dare venture to climb Honours Stare:
The Honour's little worth that's purchas'd by Coyn,
Joan made such a Market when she was Pope of Rome.
Honour hath gilded Wings, and soars most high,
And does behold the steps of Majesty;
Honour the lofty Lyon of Renown,
Which is no Merchandize for Butcher or Clown:
Honour's the greatest Favour a Prince can yield,
All true gain'd Honour is win into the Field;
He needs no complementing Book him to instruct,
That gains his Honour by valour and conduct;
Peasant bought Honour is like to those,
That puts a gold Ring in a Brood-sows nose;
Whereas other Mettal may serve as well,
Either Copper, Brass, Iron, or Steill;
I wish true Honour still may be preserv'd;
For many gets Honour that n'ere does deserv't:
The valiant Earl of Buckcleugh, when I was young,
To the Bush in Brabant with his Regiment came,
Which is the space of fifty nine years agone,
I saw him in his Arms appear,
Which was on the sixteen hundred and twenty seven year;
That worthy Earl his Regiment was so rare,
All Hollands Leagure could not with them compare;
Like Hannibal, that noble Earl he stood,
To the great effusion of his precious Blood;
The Town was tane with a great loss of men,
To the States of Holland from the King of Spain.
His Honours praise, throughout all Nations sprung,
Born on the wings of Fame that he was Mars's Son,
The very Son of Mars, which furrowed Neptunes brow;
And over the dangerous deep undauntedly did plow.
He did esteem his Countries honour more,
Than Life and Pelf which Peasants does adore:
His noble Ancestors their Memories
Are born on wings of Fame, as far as Titans rise;
And universally they are divulg'd from thence,
Through the circle of all Europes circumference;
Let their example be a Spur to you,
That you their worthy Vertues may pursue.
They were brave men, I wish ye be so still,
They had good Courage guided with good Skill,
Which Skill and Courage, Fortune, Grace, and Will,
I do beseech the Almighty to bestow
On you their Off-spring all, both high and low;
Time hath recorded Buckcleughs matchless force,
By Sea or Land with valiant Foot or Horse;
He made France tremble, and Spain to quake;
The foundation of Brabant they made shake:
And as true valour did inspire their breasts,
So victory and honour crown'd their crests,
Of both Walter Lord, and Walter Earl;
In the Netherlands they did so much prevail,
I wish your good intention may contain,
And you may be like them in every thing;
That as your Parents are, so you may be
Rare patterns unto your Posteritie.
That all your foes with terror now may know,
Some Branches of Buckcleuch has beat them so;
True Honour, Fame and Victory attend you,
And great Jehovah in your just cause defend you;
That immortality your Fames may Crown,
And God may have the Glory and Renown.
And valiant Tammerlane into the second Part,
My drowsie Muse is almost drown'd with care,
How she dare venture to climb Honours Stare:
The Honour's little worth that's purchas'd by Coyn,
Joan made such a Market when she was Pope of Rome.
Honour hath gilded Wings, and soars most high,
And does behold the steps of Majesty;
Honour the lofty Lyon of Renown,
Which is no Merchandize for Butcher or Clown:
Honour's the greatest Favour a Prince can yield,
All true gain'd Honour is win into the Field;
He needs no complementing Book him to instruct,
That gains his Honour by valour and conduct;
Peasant bought Honour is like to those,
That puts a gold Ring in a Brood-sows nose;
Whereas other Mettal may serve as well,
Either Copper, Brass, Iron, or Steill;
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For many gets Honour that n'ere does deserv't:
The valiant Earl of Buckcleugh, when I was young,
To the Bush in Brabant with his Regiment came,
Which is the space of fifty nine years agone,
I saw him in his Arms appear,
Which was on the sixteen hundred and twenty seven year;
That worthy Earl his Regiment was so rare,
All Hollands Leagure could not with them compare;
Like Hannibal, that noble Earl he stood,
To the great effusion of his precious Blood;
The Town was tane with a great loss of men,
To the States of Holland from the King of Spain.
His Honours praise, throughout all Nations sprung,
Born on the wings of Fame that he was Mars's Son,
The very Son of Mars, which furrowed Neptunes brow;
And over the dangerous deep undauntedly did plow.
He did esteem his Countries honour more,
Than Life and Pelf which Peasants does adore:
His noble Ancestors their Memories
Are born on wings of Fame, as far as Titans rise;
And universally they are divulg'd from thence,
Through the circle of all Europes circumference;
Let their example be a Spur to you,
That you their worthy Vertues may pursue.
They were brave men, I wish ye be so still,
They had good Courage guided with good Skill,
Which Skill and Courage, Fortune, Grace, and Will,
I do beseech the Almighty to bestow
On you their Off-spring all, both high and low;
Time hath recorded Buckcleughs matchless force,
By Sea or Land with valiant Foot or Horse;
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The foundation of Brabant they made shake:
And as true valour did inspire their breasts,
So victory and honour crown'd their crests,
Of both Walter Lord, and Walter Earl;
In the Netherlands they did so much prevail,
I wish your good intention may contain,
And you may be like them in every thing;
That as your Parents are, so you may be
Rare patterns unto your Posteritie.
That all your foes with terror now may know,
Some Branches of Buckcleuch has beat them so;
True Honour, Fame and Victory attend you,
And great Jehovah in your just cause defend you;
That immortality your Fames may Crown,
And God may have the Glory and Renown.
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