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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

brought from Cholcos into Greece Iohn Scot the Squire of Newburgh-hall Alias of Rennal-burn as men him call To the first Iohn Scot of Rennal-burn late He was the Son and Heir to his Estate Who was the Son of that Sir Iohn Scot of worth The Prince of Poets and Knight of New-burgh Chancer Glovet and Sir Thomas Moir And Sir Philip Sidney who the Lawral wear They never had a more Poetical Vein Than New-burgh's Iohn that was Mr. Arthurs Son. And Mr. Arthur was a learned Man Son to Simon Scot of New burgh than This Simon Scot's call'd Simon with the Spear Tutor of Thirlston was both for Peace and Wear That Simon Scot a bold and resolute Man He was Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston Iohn Scot of Thirlston My Guid-sir let me knaw He was Son to Dayid Scot of Howpaslaw That David Scot he did excell Mongst all Hunters he bore the Bell He did abound for wit and skill All his Associats did wear a Tod-tail Which they esteem most by their engadges More than French gallants do of their Plumages David of Howpaslaw he was the Son Of the first Sir Walter e're was of that Roum He was a man of Credit and Renown He Married Elliot Daughter to the Laird of Lariston David of Howpaslay Sir Walters Son He married with Scot a Daughter of Robertoun His Son Iohn Scot of Thirlston a man of worth He married Scot the Daughter of the Laird of Allenhaugh Iohns Son Robert was Warden in his time The fight of Roberts-hill he did gain He for his King and Countrey did maintain the Truth He married Scot Daughter to the Laird of Buckcleugh The first Sir Robert Scot of Thirlston was his Son He married Margaret daughter to the Laird of Cranston Sir Robert Scot his Son for whose death I mourn He married Lyon daughter to the Master of Kinghorn His death was sad to all his near Relations A worthy man was he And died without Succession Then Patrick Scot his Father-Brother Son Took on the designation of Thirlston A very worthy Courteous man was he He married Murray daughter to the Laird of Black-barony His Son Sir Francis Scot Knight-barronet of Thirlston Is now married to Ker daughter to William Earl of Louthian Of his Genealogy I said enough His Original it is of Buckcleugh Yet were it no more but so I dare be bold To think this Land doth many Iasons hold Who never yet did pass a dangerous wave Yet may with ease its Golden Fleeces have My little Book whoso doth intertain It 's dedicat to none but Gentlemen Sometimes to Old sometimes to Young Sometimes to the Father sometimes to the Son Sometimes to the great sometimes to the small So my Book it keeps no rule at all Dedicated to that worthy and compleat Gentleman Robert Scot second Son to Sir William Scot of Hardin UNlearned Azo Store of Books hath bought Because a Learned Schollar he 'l be thought counsel'd him that had of Books such store To buy Pypes Flutes the Viol and Bandore And then his Musick and his Learning share Being both alike with either might compare He did both beat his brain and try his wit In hopes thereby to please the Multitude As soon may ride a Horse without a Bit Above the Moon or Suns high altitude Then neither flattery nor the hope of Pelf Hath made me writ but for to please my self Thoug Sin and Hell work mortals to betray Yet 'gainst thy Malice God still arms thy way Thou canst be have amongst those Banks and Briers As well as he who to Cedars-top aspires Or to the lowest Cherub or Branch of Broom That hath its breeding srom Earths stumbling womb And now I talk of Broom of Shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a World of Trees are now my Leaders To prosecute this travel made with pain And make Comparison betwixt Trees and Men The Cedars and the High-clouds kissing Pines Foecunds Olives and tke crooked Vines The Elm the Esk the Oak the mastie Beech The Pear the Apple and the rough gound Peach And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitful and unfruitsul Tree For to proceed and shew how Men and Trees In Birth and Breed in Life and Death agrees In their beginning they have both one Birth Both have their natural being from the Earth Those that scape Fortune and the extreams of Love Unto their longest home by Death are drove Where Cesars Kesars subjects objects most Be all alike consum'd to dirt and dust Death eudeth all our cares or cares increase It sends us unto lasting pain or bless Where Honor is with Noble Vertue mixt It like a Rock stands permanent and fix't The snares of Envy or her traps of hate Could never nor shall ever hurt that state Like Adamant it beats back the battery Of spightful Malice and deceiving flattery For it with pride can never be infected But humbly is supernally protected A Supporter or Prop I wish Robert be As Rowlin call'd Robert was to Normandy Robert call'd Iohn-Fernyear was in Scotland So was Robert Bruce his revenging powerful hand I wish thee Health Wealth and Renown Without any expectation of a Crown This Dedication which to your hands takes Scop Concerns a Shepherd from Will Scot of Langup Who 〈◊〉 a Prudent Wise and civil Gentleman As many that lives in this part of the Land. Who sprung from a worthy Stock of late Who was named Iohn Scot of Langup Who was the Son I very well knew Of Iohn Scot of Headshaw And Iohn Scot we all do ken Was Son to George Scot of Sinton And George Scot called How-coat VVas Son of Sintons youngest VVat And young VVat was VValters Son That was Laird of Sinton whence Hardin sprung And Walter he was George Son And George he was the Son of Iohn For Walter and William was two-Brether His Name was George that was their Father My memory is Lord keeper of my Treasure And great understanding gives true Iustice measure To good to bad to just and to unjust Invention and Remembrance waits the leasure Of memory and understanding most Hath wisdom sor her fellow and her guide Else Princes Peers and Commons stray aside For William Scot in our south part of Greeces I wish may ne're want such as Iasons Golden Fleeces Dedicated to the Worthy and well-accomplished Gentleman William Scot of Rae-burn THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of Heavens Iust Merciful Almighty King By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made and all projected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice Flame Who is shall be one and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for Himself made Man Made not begotten or of humane Birth No Seir but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne're knew Child-hood or the Sucking-teat But at the first was made a Man compleat Whose inward Soul in God-like form did shine As Image of the Majesty Divine

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 Edinburgh Printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson Printer to His most Sacred Majesty City and Colledge 1688. To the Right Honourable and Generous Lord IOHN Lord YESTER Appearand EARL of TWEDDALE Son to Iean Countess of Tweddale who was Daughter to that Valiant Lord Walter Earl of Buckcleugh Your Honours worthy Grand-Father AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are embled or alluded to your noble Sect as all these have ample residence in your honourable and worthy Disposition to whom then but your felf being a person so compleat should I commit the Patronage of that worthy Lord Walter Earl of Buccleugh and though I an unliterate Souldier have not apparelled them in such Garments of Elocution and ornate Stile as befits their Honours and Eminency of the least part of their excellent Worthiness Yet I beseech your Honour to accept for your own Worth and their Worthiness for if it were not but that I am assured that your noble Disposition in all parts is suitable to the in-side of this Book I should never have dar'd to dedicate it to your Patronage as it hath an honest Intention so hath your Breast ever been fill'd with such thoughts which brings forth worthy Actions as it is a Whip or Scourge against all Pride so have you ever been an unfeigned lover of courteous Humanity and Humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plain to be pleased to give it a favourable Intertamment for Records and Histories do make memorable mention of the diversity of qualities of sundry famous persons Men and Women in all the Countries and Regions of the World How some are remembred for their Piety and Pity some for Iustice some for Severity for Learning Wisdom Temperance Constancy Patience with all the Virtues Divine and Moral God who of his infinite Wisdom made Man of his unmeasured Mercy redeemed him of his boundless Bounty immense Power and eternal Eye of watchful Providence relieves guards and conserves him It is necessary that every man seriously consider and ponder these things and in token of Obedience and Thankfulness say with David What shall I render c. Men shóuld consider why God hath given them a Being in this life no man is owner of himself My Age is Seventy three it is Fifty seven years since I went to Holland with your honourable Grand-father Walter Earl of Buckcleugh in the year 1629. I was at that time not full Sixteen years of Age or capable to carry Arms in so much a renown'd Regiment or Company as his Honours was I was in no more estimation than a Boy yet waited upon a Gentleman in his Honours own Company notwithstanding it is known that I am a Gentleman by Parentage but my Fathers having dilapidate and engaged their Estate by Cautionry having many Children was not in a capacity to educate us at School after the death of my Grand-Father Sir Robert Scot of Thirlstone my Father living in a highland in Esdail muir and having no Rent at that time nor Means to bring us up except some Bestial wherefore in stead of breeding of me at Schools they put me to attend Beasts in the Field but I gave them a short cut at last and left the Kine in the Corn aud went as aforesaid and ever since that time I have continued a Souldier abroad and at home till within these few years that I am become so infirm and decrip'd with the Gout which hath so unabled me that I am not able neither to do the King nor my self Service so this being entred into my consideration it is sufficiently known that my intention and meaning was not to make any Profite to my self for I know I do but little deserve by reason I could never write a Line in my life neither will my ability keep one to Write to me and I living two or three Mile from a School yet is constrain'd by my own wilful Will sometimes to hire one School-boy and sometimes another yet knows not whether they can spell true Scots or not by reason I cannot read their Hand and there is none by me that can for many times the Writer mistakes the Word from my deliverance Therefore I hope your Honour will excuse the failing of my unlearned Muse. Seek then Heavens Kingdom and things that are right And all things else shall be upon thee cast Holy days of Ioy shall never turn to night Thy blessed State shall everlasting last Live still as ever in thy Makers sight And let Repentance purge your Vices past Remember you must drink of Death's sharp Cup And of your Stewardship accompt give up Had you the Beauty o● sair Absalom Or did your Strength the strength of Sampson pass Or could your Wisdom match wise Solomon Or might your Riches Craesus Wealth surpass Or were your Pomp beyond great Babylon The proudest Monarchy that ever was Yet Beauty Wisdom Riches Strength and State Age Death and Time will spoil and ruine it Health Happiness and all Felicity Unto the end may your attendance be Your Honours most obedient humble and devouted Servant WALTER SCOT A True History of several Honourable Families of the Right Honourable Name of Scot c. I Was once a man though now I 'm none but a poor decript one Fifty seven years Arms I did bear Abroad or in Scotland When I began on the twenty ninth I was a slender man Now when I end on the eighty eight I am not very strong I never was an Hour at School although these Lines I dite I never learn'd the Catechism and yet I none can Write Except the Letters of my Name which I scarcely understand These I was forc'd to learn for shame when I was in Command 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 Ioan 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

express To be her Father Labans Shepherdess Meek Moses whom the Lord of Hosts did call To lead his People out of AEgypts thrall Whose power was so much as none before Or since his time hath any mans been more Within the Sacred Text it plainly appears That he was Iethroes Shepherd twenty years Heroick David Iesses youngest Son Whose Acts immortal memory hath won Whose valiant vigour did in pieces tear A furious Lyon and a ravenous Bear Who arm'd with faith and fortitude alone Slew great Goliath with a slinging stone Whose Victories the People sang most plain Saul hath a thousand he ten thousand slain He from the Sheep-fold came to be a King Whose Fan e for ever through the VVorld shall ring He was another Type of that most High That was and is and evermore shall be For our protection and his mercies sake Those that will read the sacred Text and look With diligence throughout that heavenly Book Shall find the Ministers have Epithets And named Angels Stewards VVatch-men Lights All Builders Husband-men and Stars that shine Inflamed with the Light that is Divine And with these Names within that Book compil'd They with the stile of Shepherds are instil'd Thus God the Seer and Son the Scriptures call Both Shepherds Mystical and Literal And by similitudes comparing do All Kings and Church-men bear that title too Wise and unscruteable Omniscient Eternal Gracious and Omnipotent In love in justice mercy and in might In honour power and glory Insinite In works in words in every attribute Almighty All commanding Absolute For whoso notes the Letters of the Name Iehovah shall perceive within the same The vowels of all tongues included be So hath no name that e're was named but He. And I have heard some Scholars make relation That H is but a breathing aspiration A Letter that may be left out and spared Whereby is clearly to our sight declared That great Iehovah may be written true With only vowels a e i o u. And that there is no word but this That hath them alone but only this So that the Heaven with all the mighty host Of Creatures there Earth Sea or any Coast Or Climat any Fish or Fowl or Beast Or any of his VVorks the most and least Or thoughts or words or writing with the pen Or deeds that are accomplished by men But have some of these Letters in them all And God alone hath all in general By which we see according to his will He is in all things and does all things fill And all things said or done he hath ordain'd Some part of his great Name 's therein contain'd All future present and all past things seing In Him we live and move and have our being Almighty All and all in every where Eternal in whom change cannot appear Immortal who made all things mortal else Omnipotent whose Power all power excels United three in one and one in three Iehovah unto whom all glory be Besides the learned Poets of all times Have chanted out their Praises in pleasant Rhimes The harmless lives of rural Shepherd Swains And beauteous Shepherdesses on the Plains In Odes in Roundelays and Madrigals In Sonnets and in well penn'd Post'rals They have recorded most delightfully Their Loves their Fortunes and Felicity And sure it in this low terrestrial round Plain honest Happiness is to be found It with the Shepherds is remaining still Because they have least power to do ill And whilst they on their Feeding flocks attend They have the least occasions to offend Ambition Pomp and Hell-begotten Pride And damned Adulation they deride The complemental-slatt'ry of Kings Courts Is never intermix'd amids their sports They seldom envy at each others state Their love and fear is Gods the Devil 's their hate In weighty Business they not mar or make And cursed Bribes they neither give nor take They are not guilty as some great men are To un lo their Merchant and Embroiderer Nor is 't a Shepherds Trade by night or day To swear themselves and never pay He 's no State-plotting Matchivilian Or Project-Monger Monopolitan He hath no Tricks or Wiles to circumvent Nor fears he when there comes a Parliament He never wears Cap nor bends his Knee To feed Contention with an Advocats Fee He wants the Art to Cog Cheat Swear and ly Nor fears the Gallows nor the Pillory Nor cares he if great men be Fools or Wise If Honour fall and base dishonour rise Let Fortunes mounted Minions sink or swim He never breaks his Brains all 's one to him He 's free from fearful Curses of the Poor And lives and dies content with less or more He doth not waste the time as many use His good Creators creatures to abuse In drinking such ungodly Healths to some The veriest Canker-worms of Christen dome My Lord Ambition and my Lady Pride Shall with his quaffing not be magnified Nor for their sikes will he carouse and feast Until from Man he turn worst than a Beast Whereby he 'scapes vain Oaths and Blasphemy And Surfeits Fruits of drunken Gluttony He 'scapes occasion unto Lusts pretonde And so escapes the Pox by consequence Thus doth he hate the Parator and Proctor The Apothecary Chirurgeon and Doctor Whereby he this Prerogative may have To hold while he be laid into his Grave Whilst many that his betters far have been Will very hardly hold the laying in Crook Blanket Terkit Tarriur-tike call'd Crouse Shall breed no Iars into the Parliament House Thus Shepherds live and thus they end their lives Adorn'd and Grac'd with those Prerogatives And when he dies he leaves no wrangling Heirs To Law till all be spent and nothing theirs Peace and Tranquillity was all his life And dead his Goods shall breed no cause of strife Thus Shepherds have no Places Means or Times To fall into these Hell-deserving Crimes Which Courtiers Lawyers Tradesmen men of Arms Commit unto their Souls and Bodies harms And from the Shepherds now I turn my Stile To ' sundry sort of Sheep another while The Lambs that in the Iews Passover died Were Figures of the Lamb that 's crucified And Esay doth compare our heavenly Food To a Sheep which dumb before the Shearer stood Whose death and merits did this title win The Lamb of God which freed the World from sin The Anagram of Lamb is blame and blame And Christ the Lamb upon him took our blame His precious Blood God's heavy Wrath did calm 'T was the only balme for sin to cure the same All Power and Praise and Glory be therefore Ascribed to the Lamb for evermore And in the fourscore Psalm we read That like a Sheep our God doth Ioseph lead Again of us he such account doth keep That of his Pasture we are called Sheep And every day we do confess almost That we have err'd and stray'd like Sheep that 's lost Our Saviour that hath bought our Souls so dear Hath said his Sheep his Voice will only hear And thrice did Christ unto