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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When restles Phœbus seem'd himself to rest,
His flaming Car descending to the West,
And high Spyro obscured his twinckling Light,
Then in a Sable Mantle Madam Night,
Took of the World the sole command and keep,
Charging the eyes of mortals fast asleep:
She send dull Morphæus forth; and summons both,
The Ledean Potentates of sleep and slouth,
Who unto every one good rest imparts,
Save Lovers guilty minds, and careful hearts,
The stealing houres crep't on with sleeping pace;
When masked mid-night shewed her ebon'd face,
When Hags and Furies, Witches, Faries, Elfs,
Ghosts, Sp'rits and Goblins do separat themselves,
When fond imaginary Dreams do reign,
In formless forms, in mens molested brain,
An un-accustomed Dream came in my head,
I thought as it were near by a River-side;
Within a pleasant Grove I did abide,
That all the feathered Birds that sweems and flees,
Betwixt the breeding Earth and skyes,
One at the least of every several sort,
Did for their recreation there resort,
Then there was such varieties of Notes,
Such whirling and such whistling from their throats,
The baess, the tenor, treble and the main,
All acting various actions in one strain.
I thought twenty four Shepherds did draw near,
To hear the Musick of that feath'red Quire;
These feathr'ed fidlers change their Notes most sweet,
And lull'd Apollos Daughters fast asleep,
Mean time the Shepherds tript upon the mould,
Their Flocks they did remain in Cupids Fold,
And the four and twenty did appear,
In three squadrons, like martial men of wear:
If that my memory fail me not,
They were Friends and Kindred of the Name of Scot:
It's my happy hap to be
Of these Scots Relations,
Therefore I'le dyte their Pedegree
To the eight or ninth Generations.
His flaming Car descending to the West,
And high Spyro obscured his twinckling Light,
Then in a Sable Mantle Madam Night,
Took of the World the sole command and keep,
Charging the eyes of mortals fast asleep:
She send dull Morphæus forth; and summons both,
The Ledean Potentates of sleep and slouth,
Who unto every one good rest imparts,
Save Lovers guilty minds, and careful hearts,
The stealing houres crep't on with sleeping pace;
When masked mid-night shewed her ebon'd face,
When Hags and Furies, Witches, Faries, Elfs,
Ghosts, Sp'rits and Goblins do separat themselves,
When fond imaginary Dreams do reign,
In formless forms, in mens molested brain,
An un-accustomed Dream came in my head,
I thought as it were near by a River-side;
Within a pleasant Grove I did abide,
That all the feathered Birds that sweems and flees,
Betwixt the breeding Earth and skyes,
One at the least of every several sort,
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Then there was such varieties of Notes,
Such whirling and such whistling from their throats,
The baess, the tenor, treble and the main,
All acting various actions in one strain.
I thought twenty four Shepherds did draw near,
To hear the Musick of that feath'red Quire;
These feathr'ed fidlers change their Notes most sweet,
And lull'd Apollos Daughters fast asleep,
Mean time the Shepherds tript upon the mould,
Their Flocks they did remain in Cupids Fold,
And the four and twenty did appear,
In three squadrons, like martial men of wear:
If that my memory fail me not,
They were Friends and Kindred of the Name of Scot:
It's my happy hap to be
Of these Scots Relations,
Therefore I'le dyte their Pedegree
To the eight or ninth Generations.
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