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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 brave Earl Walter he was dead and gone,
He left his son Earl Francis in his room;
Who married when he was but young,
Before he came to perfection;
His Age was twenty years and five,
When death depriv'd him of his life;
His Familie they were but twain,
He left them in the Mothers keeping;
So by experience we see every day,
That bad things do increase, and good things do decay;
And vertue with much care from vertue breeds,
Vice freely springs from vice, like stinking weeds.
Sardanapulus King of Babylon,
Was to his Concubine such a Companion,
That he in their attire, did show, and sign,
An exercise unfitting for a King:

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These, and a number more his fancy fed,
To compass which his shifts were manifold;
A bull, a ram, a swan, a shour of Gold,
To dreadful thunder, and consuming fire,
And all to quench his inward flames desire:
Apollo turn'd fair Daphne into bay,
Because she from his lust did flee away;
He loved his Hiacinth, and his Loronis,
As fervently as Venus and Adonis;
So much he from his god head did decline,
That for a Wench he kept Dametus kine;
And many other gods have gone astray,
If all be true, which Ovids books doth say;
Thus to fulfill their lusts, and win their Trulls,
We see that these ungodly gods were Gulls;
The mighty Captain of the Mermidons,
Being captived to these base passions,
Met an untimely unexpected slaughter,
For fair Pollixena, King Priamus's daughter;
Lucretius rape was Torquins overthrow,
Shame often payes the debt that sin doth ow;
What Philomela lost, and Tyrus won,
It caus'd the lustful Father eat his Son;
In this vice Nero took such beastly joy,
He married was to Sperus a young boy;
And Piriander was with Lust so fed,
He with Melista lay when she was dead,
Pigmalion with an Image made of stone
Did love and lodge, I'le rather ly alone;
Aristophanes joyn'd in love would be,
To Asheas, but what an asse was he;
A Roman Appius did in Goal abide
For love of fair Virginia, where he dyed;

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That second Henry aged childish fond
On the fair feature of fair Rosamond;
That it raised most unnatural hateful strife,
Betwixt Himself, his Children and his Wife;
The end of which was, that the jealous Queen,
Did poyson Rosamond in furious spleen;
The fourth English King Edward lower did descend,
He to a Gold-smiths wife his love did bend,
This suggred sin hath been so general,
That it hath made the strongest Champions fall,
For Sichem ravisht Dina; for which deed,
A number of the Sichemites did bleed;
And Sampson the prime of manly strength,
By Dalila was overcome at length:
King David frailly fell, and felt the pain,
And with much sorrow was restor'd again.
Though Saul his foe he no way would offend,
Yet this sin made him kill his loyal friend;
A man with Thamar incest did commit,
And Absalom depriv'd his life for it.
And Solomon allow'd most royal means,
To keep three hundred Concubines,
By whose means to Idolatry he fell,
Almost as low, as to the gate of Hell;
At last repenting, he made declaration,
That all was vanity, and sp'rits vexation;
Abundance of examples men may find,
Of Kings and Princes to this vice inclin'd,
Which is no way for meaner men to go;
Because their betters often wandred so:
For they were plagu'd of God, and so shall we,
Much more, if of their sin we partners be.

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To shew what women have been plunged in,
The bottomless abyss of this sweet sin;
There are examples of them infinit,
Which I ne're mean to read, much less to writ,
To please the Reader, though I'le set down some,
As they unto my memory do come.