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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62398	A true history of the 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 Captain Walter Scot, an old souldier, and no scholler, and one that can write nane, but just the letters of his name.	Scot, Walter, ca. 1614-ca. 1694.	1688 (1688)	Wing S948; ESTC R219942	82,296	178

call'd of Rennalburn An honest Gentleman he was known well enough In Esdail-muir he was Baillie to Buckcleugh Who was son to Iohn Scot an able Lad Who then was called Iocky ill to had His Father also he was called Iohn He was Natural-son to Scot of Thirlston He was Natural-brother in the while To Thirlston Newburgh and Bowhill Gilmanscleugh Hundelshope and Kirkhope Were all Brethren to the said Iohn Scot These seven Brethren were stout valiant men They would not been afraid for other ten No more of Muckildine since Adam is deceast Who left them store like Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the very Worthy and Valorous Gentleman William Elliot of Dunlibire Esquire I Humbly now according to my Dream Present to you the young Laird of Erckleton From 's Goodsir and Grandsir that Land was reft and riven Before they purchas'd Coyn to buy it back again And now 't is their own I wish they may 't enjoy From Envys canker better than Helen did Troy That Trojan and that Greek that fought in Sama sand Achilles gain'd the day and did Hector command Troys fruitful Queen did many Children bear So brave heroick and so stout a Crew Who all in noble Actions did accrue When Age had made their Parents bald and bare They made their dauntless Courage to appear Amidst the throngs of Danger and Debate But Blood on Blood their Fury could not fate In former times the South may understand Many Gallants losed all their Land Through Blood and want of Government Which to this time Successors may repent They were not like these Arcadians in Greece That rejoyc'd in Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to that Worthy and Generous Gentleman Robert Elliot Laird of Midliemill SIr in my Sleep I was much troubled And dream'd of Henry Elliot of Harewood Mongst many more that I thought I saw And knowing he was your Father in Law Therefore my weak Iudgment thought it fit Those Lines to you that I should dedicat Knowing him to be a worthy man And much honour'd by your Generation Though all in one ye now joined be Yet ye 're a Peer grew higher on the Tree For I believe there is so much odds Few Elliots compar'd with the House of Stobs For Heav'ns high-hand where he doth please to bless Makes Trees or Men fruitful or fruitless In sundrie uses Trees do serve mens turn To build adorn to feed or else to burn This is mens State in all degrees like theirs Some are got to the top of Honours Stairs Securely sleeping on Opinions Pillow Yet is as fruitless as the fruitless Willow And fill up room like worthless Trees in Woods Whose goodness consists all in ill got Goods He like a Cedar makes a goodlie show But now good Fruit will from his greatness grow Until he die and from his Goods depart And then gives all away in the spight of his Heart Then shall his Friends with Mourning-cloaths be clad The in-side merry and the out-side sad He thinks his life Angelical because Among the Angels he his time doth pass And with his Nobles he ordaineth Laws That base Extortion shall not be a Crime He marks how Kingdoms Provinces and Towns Are over-ruled by his cursed Crowns But if he note his Angels what to be Not heavenlie nor these from Heaven that sell But they are in a third and worse degree Damn'd sensless Monsters even that are of Hell They cannot hear feel taste hear nor smell A thousand times being told yet cannot tell They 're lock'd and barr'd and bolted up in thrall Which shews their nature not Angelical Thy industrious Loyalty doth daily tell Thou aims at Honour and thou levels well And with your trusty Service shot compleat That in the end ye sure will hit the VVhyte Thus thy Industries doth let the VVorld ken That Iasons Golden Fleece with thee shall still remain Dedicated to that worthy and well approved Gentleman Iohn Elliot Brother to Sir VVilliam Elliot of Stobs GOod Sir If Fortune frown or smile thou art content Thou bears a Heart that is still ready bent God is thy Captain thy Defence and Hold Through Faith in Him thou art still armed bold To thank Iohn Elliot I humbly thee desire He dwells in Unthank he 's Brother to Dunlibire When kind-kissing Phoebus was gone to her rest In a Winters-night in a most furious blast I driving Beasts because I wanted Fodder I did assault his House into tempestuous Weather For god AEolus biew and Boreas did assist And Neptunes wat'ry Planets he brake in betwixt The Snow being deep the Weather tempestuous ill I was five days in driving twenty Mile In great distress into his House I came He with his Wife made me kindly welcome With Bed and Board good Brandie and good Ale Which might have serv'd the best in Tiviotdale I wish Iohn Elliot never want such Fleeces Which yearly may bring in ten thousand golden pieces Dedicated to that much renowned generous Gentleman William Elliot Uncle to Sir VVilliam Elliot of Stobs MOst worthy Sir I hope I do no wrong In dedicating to you one of my Shepherds Swains Take not a Shepherd Swain to be a vulgar name For Kings and Emperors have gloried in the same Therefore no Shepherd Swain my Muse will e're deride And far less VVilliam Elliot the good Laird of Swoonside Since thou art a worthy and a lovely one Not like Envy all consum'd to Skin and Bone. Sir I do declare what Labour thou hast spent VVas neither to Honour nor Vertues detriment And thrice worthy Sir thy Vertues do proclaim How Honours noble mark it is still thy aim And when thou the head-strong Taurus soon forsakes And to his summering Progress thou haste makes Then shall the Earths celestial light afford And in sad darkness clad the ample Glob Since I was born when Wit was out of Town That 's the reason that I have so little of my own Pardon me I cannot writ and very litle read Or else in thy worthy praise I further would proceed As for Swoonside I wish his Golden-fleece May shine as bright as Iasons did in Greece Dedicated to that vertuous and well approven Gentleman Master Gavin Elliot Uncle to Sir William Elliot of Stobs MOst worthy Sir according to my Dream I speak of Shepherds and of Shepherds Swain Into your gentle hands Sir I do commit Iohn Elliot the Laird of Thorilshope And Sir I do hope that ye'l not dissallow That I have been so bold to dedicat him to you For a man must more than humane wit possess To escape the Baits and Snares of wickedness The Artist of the Scripture can dispute the same That one would deem him a Religious Man Since that God gave Life to Herbs and Plants and Trees A beast hath Sense and Life Moves Feels and Sees For if they wanted Life how could they then grow And in some sort do both good and evil know But man he is before all Creatnres in degrees God Life Sense and Reason He unto