all admir'd him Happie in all his life whose worthie name A peaceable Augustus did proclaime VVho conquered more by wit than by the sword And made all Europe muuh regard his word And good King Charles the son of such a Father Thrise happie by thy Virgine Crovvn yea rather More happie if more happinesse can be In earthly things by thy high pedegrie But most of all by Heaven vvhich hath appointed This maiden crovvn for thee the Lords Anointed The man of his right hand and for thy seed VVhich God mot blesse and all vvho shall proceed Forth of thy loines and stablish in thy place So long as Sun and Moone shall run their race Then reigne great Charles our nostrels svveetest breath Long may thou reigne Defender of the Faith Inthron'd among these vvorthie peerlesse pearles And let all say God save our good King Charles And deeply in his heart imprint that zeale To make the lavv supreame the peoples vvell VVhat shall vve speak of Martiall Chiftans more Of Gideons and of Sampsons vve have store VVhom God did raise for to defend our state Miraculously in times most desperate VVhat braver Hector or more brave Achilles In Greece or Phrygia than Sir William Wallace And Iohn the Grahame his mate and brother svvorn VVhose living fame his name doth much adorn And if vve list this subject more to handle What Governour like good Earle Thomas Randall Or doughtie Douglas vvith couragious heart Whose name vvrought dreadfull terrour in each part But this heroick theme so passing great Impossible it is all to relate Our worthie rulers even unto thir dayes They do not want their own deserved praise Nor shall they for my part want due renown Vertue t' advance and vice to trample down These be the wall of Gods own work and framing Against our foes and of his own maintaining Wherefore we blesse his holy Name that made us And pray that never forraine scepter lead us T' impose hard lawes and tributaries make us To chastise us with scorpions and to rake us And likewise pray that Ajax-like we would not Undo our selves which all our enemies could not But O dear Caledonia What desire Have all men who have heard thy fame t' admire Thy monuments How much more these who be Thy sons desire thy maiden soile to see Thy maiden castle and fair Maiden burgh The stately winged Citie which is through All ages much renow'nd with streets so fair And palaces so mounted in the air That if the deepnesse of imagination Could limme a landskape by deep meditation Scarce could it match where bravest youths abound And gravest counsellours are alwayes found Where Justice joineth hand with true Religion And golden vertue keep the middle region As register where these acts are enrold Better than in Corinthian brasse or gold Let Poetaster-parasits who fain And fawn and crouch and coutch and creep for gain And where no hope of gain is huffe and hur And bark against the Moone as doth a Cur Let such base curs who nought but gobbets smell Wish the disgrac'd and deeply sunk in hell Whether themselves do go yet shalt thou stand And see them ruin'd all that thee withstand God shall be-friend thy friends and shall all those Aray with shame that causelesse be thy foes Thou art this ancient Kingdomes bravest part For wit and worth thou art its hand and heart And who the Kingdomes compend brave would see Needs do no more but survey take of thee Hence these desires fair Caledonias soile To view where bravest stratagems with toile Have acted beene hence comes these kindly wishes To see these fields even like these kindly fishes Which we behold ov'rcome this mightie lin And seeke the fountaines where they did begin The third Muse. THus as wee did behold the Salmond sporting Wee spyed some Countrie clowns to us resorting Who striken were with suddain admiration To see us graithed in such antique fashion Their stairing eyes grew blinde their tongues were dumb A chilling cold their senses did benumme Said we What moves you Ghosts to look so griesly They scarcely muttering answered and not wisely Oft have we heard of such strange wights as yee But to this time we did them never see If yee be men or not scarce can we tell Yee looke like men yet none such heere do dwell Then said good Gall Monsier these fellowes stupid Doubtlesse take me for Mars and you for Cupid Therefore let us be gone we will not tarie Yon clownes will swear that they have seene the Farie When they come home at night and by the fire Will tell such uncouth tales all will admire Both man and wife the laddes and all the lasses For be yee sure such clownes are verie asses Thence downe the river bank as we did walk And mirrielie began to chant and talk A prettie boat with two oares we espy'd Fleeting upon the waters then we cry'd HOW boatman come two fisher men neerby Thus answered us againe And who doth cry Said we Good friends to favour us delay not The day is verie hot and walk we may not Therefore your kindly courtesie implores To let us have these little pair of oares For down the river we would make our way And land at Perth With all our heart said they For we likewise at Perth would gladly be Only we want such companie as yee All men were glad of us none did refuse What ever thing it pleasde us ask or chuse Then we inbarked with two boyes in train Who recollect our shafts and these two men As down the river did we softlie slide The banks most sweetly smyld on other side To see the flowres our hearts did much rejoice The banwort dazie and the fragrant rose Favonius in our faces sweetlie blew His breath which did our fainting sprits renew Then with Sicilian Muse can we dissemble Our secret flammes making our voices tremble While as we sweetlie sung kinde Amaryllis And did complaine of sowre-sweet lovely Phyllis So sadly that the Nymphs of woods and mountains And these which haunt the plains and crystall fountains Bare-legged to the brawns armes bare and brest Like whitest evorie bare unto the waste The lillies and the roses of their faces Running more pleasant made their waveing tresses VVell curled with the winde all these drew nye The waters brink in song to keep reply Treading the flowres VVhen Gall them so espy'd O! how he cast his eyes on either side And wish't t' have smeld one flovvr vvhere they had traced Judge vvhat he vvould have given to have embraced But chiefly Echo fettred vvas in love At everie vvord vve spoke her tongue did move Then did vve call Svveet Nymph pray thee dravv nye She ansvveering us most vvillingly said I Dravv neere said Gall for gladlie vvould I please thee Do not deny to heare me She said ease thee Then comesvveet Nymph thy face faine vvould I knovv She quickly ansvvering him againe said No. Why so said he Heere
Hath brought upon that town The many closters VVhere fed there was so many idle fosters Monks Priests and Friers and multitude of Patrons Erected in their queires th' old wifes and matrons Gave great head to these things which they did say And made their horned husbands to obey And mortifie so much unto this Saint And unto that though they themselves should want Yea twentie Saincts about one tenement Each one of them to have an yeerlie rent And all to pray for one poore wretched soul VVhich Purgatorie fire so fierce should thole So these annuities yeerelie taxations Are causes of these wofull desolations VVhich we behold The ground of all these evils VVhat to these Saincts they gave was given to Divels God made them Saincts men set them in Gods stead Gave them Gods honour so them idols made Thus Satan served is what men allow On idols in his Name to him they do And now these Friers destroyers may be seene And wracks of that cities the cause have been For none dare buy the smallest peace of ground So many annuel rents thereon are found And if he build thereon doubtlesse he shall Spend in long suits of Law his moyen all If some good salve cure not this sore I fear It shall be said some time a town was there Good Gall said I some melancholious fit Molests your Joviall sprite and pregnat vvit I vvould some Venus-heir might cure your sadnesse Repell your sorrovves and repleage your gladnesse Therefore I 'le quickelie go a herbarising To cure that melancholik mood by snising Herevvith vve turne our pace and dovvn againe Passe by the Windie gowle unto the plaine And herbarising there a prettie vvhile Galls lustie face blithly began to smile Guesse then hovv blith vvas I if I had found I vvould not been so blith a thousand pound Thus recreat to boat againe vve go And dovvn the river smothly do vve rovv Neerby Kinfaunes vvhich famous Longoveil Sometime did hold vvhose auncient svvord of steele Remaines unto this day and of that land Is chiefest evident on th' other hand Elcho and Elcho park vvhere Wallace haunted A sure refuge vvhen Englishmen he daunted And Elcho nunrie vvhere the holy sisters Suppli'd vvere by the Fratres in their misters By Sleeplesse Isle vve rovv vvhich our good Kings Gave to our tovvn vvith many better things Before there vvas in that neere neighbouring station Or Frier or Nun to set there their foundation On th' other side vve lookt unto Balthyok VVhere many peacock cals upon his mayok Megeance fair place and Errols pleasant seat VVith many more vvhich long vvere to relate Right over against is that vvood Earnside And fort vvhere Wallace ofttimes did reside While vve beheld all these the tide did flovv A lie the rudder goes about vve rovv Up to the tovvn again vve make our course Svveetly convoy'd vvith Tayes reflovving source There vve beheld vvhere Wallace ship vvas drovvnd VVhich he brought out of France vvhose bottome found VVas not long since by Master Dickesons art That rare ingeniour skild in everie part Of Mathemathick Quoth I Master Gall I marvell our records nothing at all Do mention Wallace going into France Hovv that can be forgote I greatlie scance For vvell I knovv all Gasconie and Guien Do hold that Wallace vvas a mightie Gian Even to this day in Rochel likevvise found A Tovvre from Wallace name greatly renovvnd Yea Longoveils antiquities vvhich there We do behold this truely do declare That Wallace was in France for after that The publick place of government he quat Were full four yeeres and more before he shed His dearest bloud ah dearest truelie said And think you then that such a martiall heart Yeelding his place would sojourne in this part And lazely ly loytring in some hole That any so should think I hardlie thole Therefore I grieve our men should have forgotten Themselves and left so brave a point unwritten Or should it contradict there being so many Good reasons for this truth as is for any Monsier said he that 's not a thing to grieve at For they did write his publick life not privat For sure it is after his publick charge Grief made him go to France his spirit t' enlarge His noble Sprite that thraldome suffered never For he to libertie aspired ever And turning home his ship causde sunken be To stop the rivers passage that from sea No English ship should come Perth to releave For any chance of war Fortune could give But now this ship which so long time before In waters lay is fairlie haild a shoare What cannot skill by Mathematick move As would appeare things Natures reach above Up by the Willow gate we make our way With flowing waters pleasant then was Tay. The town appeares the great and strong Spey towre And Monks towre builded round a wall of power Extending twixt the two thence goeth a snout Of great squair stones which turnes the streames about Two ports with double wals on either hand Are fowsies deep where gorged waters stand And flow even as you list but over all The Palace kythes may nam'd be Perths Whithall With orchards like these of Hesperides But who shall shew the Ephemerides Of these things which sometimes adornd that Citie That they should all be lost it were great pitie Whose antique monuments are a great deale more Than any inward riches pomp or store And priviledges would you truely know Far more indeed than I can truelie show Such were our Kings good wills for to declare What pleasure and contentment they had there But of all priviledges this is the bravest King Iames the Sixth was Burges made and Provest And gave his Burges oath and did inrole With his own hand within the Burges scrole And Gildrie Book his deare and worthie Name Which doth remaine to Perths perpetuall fame And that Kings glorie thus was his gratious pleasure Of his most loving heart to shew the treasure Writing beneath his Name these words most nervous Parcere subjectis debellare superbos That is It is the Lyons great renown To spare the humble and proudlings pester down Which extant with his own hand you may see And as inspir'd thus did he prophesie VVhat will you say if this shall come to hand Perths Provest Londons Major shall command VVhich words when we did hear we much admir'd And everie one of us often inquir'd What these could meane Some said he meand such one That London yea all England like had none Some said he mindes his dignitie and place Others his gifts of Nature and of Grace All which were true indeed yet none could say He mean'd that Englands scepter he should swey Till that it came to passe some few yeeres after Then hearts with joy and mouths were fild with laughter Happie King Iames the sixth so may I say For I a man most Joviall was that day And had good reason when I kist that hand VVhich
afterwards all Britaine did command Monsier said Gall I sweare you had good reason Most glad to be that day for you of treason Assoylied was of your unhappie chief Pray thee good Gall quod I move not my grief Said Gall Monsier That point I will not touch They 'l tine their coales that burnes you for a witch A witch good Gall quod I I will be sworne VVitchcraft's the thing that I could never learne Yea Master Gall I swear that I had rather Ten thousand Chiefs been kill'd or had my Father The King is Pater patriae a chief Oft times is borne for all his kinnes mischief And more I know was never heart nor hand Did prosper which that King did ev'r vvithstand Therefore good Gall I pray thee let that passe That happie King knew well what man I was While we thus talk our boat drawes nie the shoare Our fellowes all for joy begin to roare When they us see and lowdly thus gan call Welcome good Monsier welcome Master Gall Come come a land and let us merrie be For as your boat most happilie we did see Incontinent we bargaind to and fro Some said It was your Berge and some said No But we have gaind the prise and pleadges all Therefore come Monsier come good Master Gall And let us merrie be while these may last Till all be spent we think to take no rest And so it was no sleep came in our head Till fair Aurora left Tithonus bed Above all things so was good Gals desire VVho of good companie could never tire VVhich when I call to minde it makes me cry Gall sweetest Gall what ailed thee to die The seventh Muse. UP springs the Sun the day is cleer and fair Etesiae sweetlie breathing cools the air Then coming to my Cabin in a band Each man of us a Gabion hints in hand Where me their Sergeant Major they elected At my command that day to be directed What prettie captaine's yone so said some wenches Ladies quoth I Men are not met by inches The Macedonian Monarch was call'd great Not from his Bodies quantitie but state And Martiall prowesse good Ladies then to heart you You shall well know that talenesse is no vertue Thus merche we all alongs unto Moncreiff Where dwells that worthie Knight the famous chief Of all that auncient name And passing by Three trees sprung of one root we did espy Which when we did behold said Master Gall. Monsier behold these trees so great and tall Sprung of one root which all Men Brethren name The symbole which true concord doth proclame O happie presage where such trees do grow These Brethren three the threefold Gerion show Invincible remaining in one minde Three hearts as in one Body fast combinde Scilurus bundell knit doth whole abide But easily is broke when once unty'd So these three trees do symbolize most cleerly The amitie of hearts and mindes inteirly Kythes in that happie race and doth presage To it more happinesse in after age Loves sweetest knot which three in one doth bring That budding gemme shall make more flourishing Fair Brethren Trees and sith so is your Name Be still the badge of concord and proclaime All health and wealth unto that happie race Where grace and vertue mutually embrace To Moncrief easterne then to Wallace-town To Fingask of Dundas thence passing down Unto the Rynd as Martiall Men we faire What life Mans heart could wish more void of care Passing the river Earne on th' other side Dreilling our Sojours Vulgars were affraide Thence to the Pights great Metropolitan Where stands a steeple the like in all Britaine Not to be found againe a work of wonder So tall and round in frame a just cylinder Built by the Pights in honour of their King That of the Scots none should attempt such thing As over his bellie big to walk or ride But this strong hold should make him to abide Unlesse on Pegasus that he would flee Or on Ioves bird should soare into the skye As rode Bellerophon and Ganymede But mounted so must ride no giddie head From thence we merch't directlie unto Dron And from that stead past to the Rocking stone Accompanied with Infantrie a band Each of us had a hunting staffe in hand With whistles shrile the fleeing fowles to charme And fowlers nets upon our other arme But as for me about my neck vvas borne To sound the chace a mightie hunting horne And as I blevv vvith all my might and maine The hollovv rocks did ansvvere make againe Then everie man in this cleare companie Who best should vvinde the horne began to try Among the rest a fellovv in the rout Boldly began to boast and brave it out That he vvould vvind the horne in such a vvise That easelie he vvould obtaine the prise But to record vvhat chance there follovved after Gladly I vvould but grief forbiddeth laughter For so it vvas the merrie man vvas mard Both tongue and teeth I vvot vvere tightly tard Then no more stay Fellovv good night quod vve Th' old proverb sayes that Dirt partes Companie By this vve vvere just at the Rocking stone Amongst the vvorlds great vvonders it is one Most rare It is a Phaenix in its kinde The like in all the vvorld yee shall not finde A stone so neicely set upon its kernels Not artificiall but naturall chernels So huge so grave that if you please to prove it A hundred yoak of oxen vvill not move it Yet touch it vvith your fingers smallest knocking Incontinent it vvill fall to a rocking And shake and shiver as if obedient More by request than by commandement Then up I clame this rock as I vvas vvonted And like Aegeon on Whales back I mounted And vvith Etites raâ—ling stone I knocked And as it ratled even so vvas I rocked So fair a cradle and rare was never seene Oh if my Cabinet could it conteine Next at the bridge of Earne we made our Station And there we took some little recreation VVhere in Heroicks Gall fell to declaring All circumstances of that dayes wayfairing And there so merrielie we sung and chanted Happie were they our companie who haunted VVhich when I call to minde it makes me cry Gall svveetest Gall what ailed thee to die The eight Muse. WHat blooming banks sweet Earne or fairest Tay Or Amond doth embrace these many a day We haunted where our pleasant pastorals VVe sweetly sung and merrie madrigals Sometimes bold Mars and sometimes Venus fair And sometimes Phoebus love we did declare Sometimes on pleasant plaines sometimes on mountains And sometimes sweetlie sung beside the fountains But in these banks where flowes Saint Conils VVell The which Thessalian tempe doth excell Whose name and matchlesse fame for to declare In this most dolefull dittey must I spare Yet thus dar say that in the World again No place more meet for Muses to remain For shadowing walks where silver brooks do spring And smelling arbors where
his sake Whose matchlesse Muse immortall did you make Who now shall pen your praise and make you known By whom now shall your vertues be forth-shown Who shall declare your worth Is any able Who dar to meddle with Apelles table Ai me there 's none And is there none indeed Then must yee mourne of force there 's no remeed And I for my part with you in my turne Shall keep a dolefull consort whilst ye mourne And thus with echoing voice shall houle and cry Gall sweetest Gall what ailed thee to die Now first my Bowes begin this dolefull song No more with clangors let your shafts be flung In fields abroad but in my cabine stay And help me for to mourn till dying day With dust and cobwebs cover all your heads And take you to your matins and your beads A requiem sing unto that sweetest soul Which shines now sancted above either pole And yee my Clubs you must no more prepare To make you bals flee whistling in the aire But hing your heads and bow your crooked crags And dresse you all in sackcloth and in rags No more to see the Sun nor fertile fields But closely keep you mourning in your bields And for your part the trible to you take And when you cry make all your crags to crake And shiver when you sing alace for Gall Ah if our mourning might thee now recall And yee my Loadstones of Lidnochian lakes Collected from the loughs where watrie snakes Do much abound take unto you a part And mourn for Gall who lov'd you with his heart In this sad dump and melancholick mood The Burdown yee must bear not on the flood Or frosen watrie plaines but let your tuning Come help me for to weep by mournfull cruning And yee the rest my Gabions lesse and more Of noble kinde come help me for to roare And of my wofull weeping take a part Help to declare the dolour of mine heart How can I choose but mourne when I think on Our games Olympike-like in times agone Chieflie wherein our cunning vve did try And matchlesse skill in noble archerie In these our dayes vvhen archers did abound In Perth then famous for such pastime found Amongst the first for archers vve vvere knovvn And in that art our skil vvas lovvdly blovvn What time Perths credit did stand vvith the best And bravest archers this land hath possest We spar'd nor gaines nor paines for to report To Perth the vvorship by such noble sport Witnesse the links of Leith vvhere Cowper Grahame And Stewart vvin the price and brought it home And in these games did offer ten to three There to contend Quorum pars magna fui I mourn good Gall when I think on that stead Where yee did haile your shaft unto the head And with a strong and stedfast eye and hand So valiantly your bow yee did command A slidrie shaft forth of its forks did fling Clank gave the bow the whistling aire did ring The bowlt did cleave the clouds and threat the skyes And thence down falling to the mark it flies Incontinent the aimer gave a token The mark was kill'd the shaft in flinders broken Then softlie smyling good Gall thus quod I Now finde I time my archerie to try And heere by solemne vow I undertake In token of my love even for thy sake Either to hit the mark else shall I never More with these armes of mine use bow and quiver Therewith my ligaments I did extend And then a noble shaft I did commend Unto my bow then firmelie fixt mine eye And closelie leveld at Orions knee A star of greatest magnitude who kend it So well as I prayes you be not offended For I did use no magick incantation For to couduct my shaft I will finde cation Then cleverly my flen soone can I feather Upon my left arme was a brace of leather And with three fingers hailing up the string The bow in semicircle did I bring With soft and tender lowse out went the shaft Amids the clouds the arrow flew aloft And as directed by a skilfull hand With speedie flight the steadfast mark it sand The aimer gave his signe furth-with was known The shot was mine the boult in flinders flown Above his shaft in such difficile stead Closely I hit the mark upon the head Then on the plain we capreld wonder fast Whereat the people gazing were agast VVith kinde embracements did we thurst and thrimble For in these dayes I was exceeding nimble VVe leapt we danct we loudly laught and cry'd For in the earth such skill was never try'd In archerie as we prov'd in these daies Whereby we did obtaine immortall praise Then Gossop Gall quod I I dar approve Thou hast a trustie token of my love VVhat shall be said of other martiall games None was inlaking from whence bravest stemmes Victorious trophees palmes and noble pynes Olives and lawrels such as auncient times Decor'd the Grecian-victors in their playes And worthie Romanes in their brave assayes For tryall of their strength each match'd with other Whose beautie was sweat mix'd with dust together Such exercises did content us more Then if wee had possest King Croesus store But O! ye fields my native Perth neerby Prayes you to speak and truely testifie What matchlesse skill we prov'd in all these places Within the compasse of three thousand paces On either side while as we went a shooting And strongly strove who should bring home the booting Alongst the flowrie banks of Tay to Amound Ay when I hit the mark I cast a gamound And there we view the place where some time stood The ancient Bertha now ov'rflow'd with flood Of mightie waters and that Princely hold VVhere dwelt King William by the streame down rold Was utterly defac'd and overthrown That now the place thereof scarce can be known Then through these haughs of faire and fertile ground Which with fruit trees with cornes and flocks abound Meandring rivers sweet flowres heavenly honey More for our pastime then to conquesh money We went a shooting both through plaine and park And never stay'd till wee came to Lowswork Built by our mightie Kings for to preserve us That thenceforth waters should not drown but serve us Yet condescending it admits one rill Which all these plaines with cristall brooks doth fill And by a conduit large three miles in length Serves to make Perth impregnable for strength At all occasions when her clowses fall Making the water mount up to her wall When we had viewd this mightie work at randon We thought it best these fields for to abandon And turning home-wards spar'd nor dyke nor fowsie Untill we come unto the boot of Bowsie Alongst this aqueduct and there our station We made and viewd Balhowsies situation O'reluking all that spacious pleasant valley VVith flowres damasked levell as an alley Betwixt and Perth thither did we repair For why the season was exceeding fair Then all alongst this valley did
thy see They say Saint Iohnstouns Ribands meet for thee Or any fellow resolute in minde For some great act this riband fit they finde For such a one Thus time made all men use This word and ignorance through time t' abuse For everie bad conceat which for Religion VVas stoutlie undertaken in thsi region VVhich I did see and heare and well do know And for your life the paralel me show In all the World except Leonidas The rest without a third I overpasse Thus our Saint Iohnstons riband took the name Whereof we have no reason to think shame Our Shipper heerwith cald HOW turn aback The waters flow and tide doth quickly make Therefore of this to speak more was no leasure For winde and tide you know stay no mans pleasure With post haste to our bearge we make our way The day far spent longer we might not stay Our ship now fairlie fleeting comes a land Two skilfull rowers take the oares in hand We reembarked down the river slide Which was most pleasant with the flowing tide The bridge drawes nigh where contrare streams do run Take heed shipper said we these dangers shun The whirling streame will make our boat to cowp Therefore let 's passe the bridge by Wallace loup Which when we did behold 'mongst other things We much admir'd who lent his feet such wings Empedocles may leap in Aetna burning In Tiber leap may Cocles home returning The one burnes in flame th' other falls in flood But Wallace overleaping makes all good When we these Heaven-like arches had survey'd VVe admird in th' air these hinging stones what stay'd Then thus said Gall these on their centers stay As on their bases fixt and all their sway They presse toward the same a wondrous thing Albeit the Center in the air doth hing Yea diverse circles sections diverse wayes Tend to their proper centers as their stayes So these two sections do conjoine in one To make the arch and finisht in a cone As everie peace these bowing arches bends It rightlie pointing to the center tends So heavens respect the earth and all their powers Together in her bosome strongly powres VVhich is their center roote and sure pedestall The stedfast base whereon this VVorld doth rest all Thus mans ingine Gods works doth imitate And skilfull Art doth nature emulat As Archimedes in a sphere of glasse The worlds great fabrick lively did expresse VVith all the stars fixt in the azure heaven And all the motions of the wandring seven Moving about a fixed point or center Observing houres dayes months summer and winter Even so the arches of this bridge proclaime And shew the building of the starrie frame But now all lost needs Archimedes skill Oh if it were supplied by Master Mylne Thus having past the bridge our oares we bend To shore so this day voyage made an end The sixth Muse. AS we arrived at our Ladies steps Incontinent all men reverst their capes Bidding us welcome home and joining hand They ask from whence we came and from what land Said we Some curious catching everie winde Do run through sea and land to either Inde And compassing the glob in circuit role Some new found lands to search beneath each pole Or Memphis wonders or the Pharian tower Or walls which shew the Babylonian power Or hung in th' air the Mausolean frame Or statelie ' temple of the Trivian dame The Rhodian Colossus and the grove Where stood the statue of Olympian Iove With endlesse toile and labour passe to see Or if in all this world more wonders be They search the same and so they stoutlie boast Yet both themselves and paines are oft times lost For going men if they return perhaps Strange change in swine transformed are their shaps Albeit some though rare who go from hence Returne like him of Ithaca was Prince But we more safely passing all alongs Are not bewitched with such Syren songs In little much well traveld in short ground Do search what wonders in the world are found Treading these mountains and these pleasant valleyes Elisian fields had never braver allies Then we imagine and for wonders rare More than the Carian tombe which hings in air Do we conceave Of travels let them talk We in the works of learned men do walk And painfully their learned paths do tread For sure he 's traveld far who is well read Yea who so views my Cabinets rich store Is traveld through the world and some part more Let this suffice we travell to content us And of our travels think nev'r to repent us Yea in our Muses we do travell more Than they that coast and sound the Indian shore Yet think not so brave travels we condemne If with safe conscience we may use the same Nor do we speak voide of experience For both of us have traveld been in France And France for all and if that will not ease you We think then all this world will never please you Then went we home to get some recreation But by and by befell a new tentation Our neighbour archers our good sport envying A challenge to us sent our patience trying And did provoke us if we shut for gold Or honours praise betimes to morrow would Or for our mistres if we had a minde Doubtlesse said Gall thereto vve are inclinde But for the present vve have taken in hand To vievv our fields by river and by land Boast not therefore for nothing vvill disheart us Nor from our present progresse vvill divert us But of our journey having made an end Our lives in such brave quarrell vvill vve spend This ansvvere vvhen they heard they did compeer VVith ardent hearts some further nevves to speer And vvhat brave sport vve found vvhat pastime rare Forthvvith in loftie verse Gall to declare Began his breast vvhen Phoebus once did vvarme Their ears and hearts his heavenly voice did charme And I to keep a consort vvith full voice As fell by turn did make them all rejoice VVith svveetest rimes for both of us inclinde Even as Democritus did truely minde Of Poets all vvhen once that sacred fire VVith divine furie did our breasts inspire And thus vvith heavenlie rapture as transported That vvhole dayes journey Gall to them reported Till Hesperus appeard and in despight Of heavens vvhich hearkned forc'd to bid good night VVhich vvhen I call to minde it makes me cry Gall svveetest Gall vvhat ailed the to die The night vvas short Phoebus did touch the line VVhere cruked Cancer makes him to decline No sleep could close mine eyes but wake must I Till fair Aurora did inlight the sky Then up I got and where good Gall did ly With mightie voice and chanting did I cry Good Master Gall arise you sleep too long With Hey the day now dawnes so was my song The day now dawnes Arise good Master Gall Who answering said Monsier I heare you call And up he got Then to our bearge we go To answer us our