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A05599	Scotlands vvelcome to her native sonne, and soveraigne lord, King Charles wherein is also contained, the maner of his coronation, and convocation of Parliament; the whole grievances, and abuses of the common-wealth of this kingdome, with diverse other relations, never heretofore published. Worthy to be by all the nobles and gentry perused; and to be layed vp in the hearts, and chests of the whole commouns, whose interests may best claime it, either in meane, or maner, from which their priuiledges, and fortunes are drawne, as from the loadstar of true direction. By William Lithgovv, the bonaventure, of Europe, Asia, and Africa.	Lithgow, William, 1582-1645?	1633 (1633)	STC 15716; ESTC S108590	34,052	62

SCOTLANDS WELCOME TO HER NATIVE SONNE AND SOVERAIGNE LORD KING CHARLES Wherein is also contained the maner of His Coronation and Convocation of PARLIAMENT The whole Grievances and abuses of the Common-wealth of this Kingdome with diverse other relations never heretofore published Worthy to be by all the Nobles and Gentry perused and to be layd vp in the hearts and chests of the whole Commouns whose interests may best claime it either in meane or maner from which their Priuiledges and fortunes are drawne as from the Loadstar of true direction By WILLIAM LITHGOVV the BONAVENTVRE of EVROPE ASIA and AFRICA De REGE Vaticinium Pace datû terris animum ad civilia vertet Iura suum legesque feret justissimus auctor Exemploque suo mores reget inque futuri Temporis aetatem venturorumque nepotum Prospiciens prolem sanctâ de conjuge natam Ferre simul nomenque suum curasque jubebit Ovid. Met. 15. EDINBVRGH Printed by IOHN WREITTOVN Cum Privilegio TO HIS LOVING PILGRIMAGIOVS POET WILLIAM LITHGOW CAN not thy Travells blaze abroad thy worth Which never yet did SCOT the lyke set forth Nor one in Europe can with Thee compare For thyne adventures excellent and rare But that thou must in adding fame to fame Thy matchles merits in thy Muse proclayme I can not call it Pryde but vertue showne From Thee to vs through this wyde I le well knowne But more an obligation which thou ought Vnto thy natiue Soyle so headlong brought In deep distresses grieuances and losse Whilst sorrow on sorrow addes crosse to crosse Which thou rippst vp vnto the very roote Whence all these evills come and springing sprout Besydes this jouiall welcome to our King Which quicke Invention now to light do'th bring O! rare relations worthy of regard And from thy Prince and Soyle deserve reward But more for what thou sufferd into Spaine For CHRIST and Countrey and thy late Sou'raigne Which if it be not weighd in tyme I ●eare That late repentance shall buy pennance deare Tymes haue their turnes and ev'ry turne a Tyme Men could not shift without some changing Clyme For where neglect claps merit on the face The errour not the object reaps disgrace Then pregnant Pilgrime rest thou yet content Hope still that Tyme shall crowne thy braue intent KINGS haue their mynds and reason just demands For Merit can not fall where judgement stands I. A. Virtus repulsae nescia sordidae Intaminatis fulget honoribus Horat. TO HIS KYND FRIEND AND RENOWNED TRAVELLER WILLIAM LITHGOVV WHILST thyne adventures past and Travells rare In hotest Clymes of vigour-parching Sunne Through Europe Asia Africk thryse thy share O're which brunt face thy scorched Body runne Still clogd with dangers fortunat to shunne Lyf-fatall hazards which attempts procurd From curious drifts and which thy worth begunne To knit thy fame in memory immurd Renownd admyrd applausd for aye assurd To soare on wings of never-dyeing Toyles And in thy paynes thy Countreyes name securd Into the Annales of remotest Soyles But what I now admyre are these thy spoyles Thou bringst from Pindus Tops O rare bred straine And pregnant style which thyne engyne recoyles To show these greefs which SCOTLAND do'th sustayne A worke where Trueth most justly do'th complayne On the abuse and grievance of this Land Which thou breks vp from thy Patheticque veyne To show thy Sou'raigne how her cace doth stand Then Royall Sir but listen to peruse The sweet-sad songs of Lithgows matchles Muse And Thou shalst see what never yet was showne To Scottish Kings since Scotland first was knowne L W. VIRG. Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito THE PROLOGVE TO THE READER WHilst SCOTLANDS Welcome sends its substant show To Mighty CHARLES as bund duetie owe To whom sweet songs and hea●ie plaints it brings Mixt so and framd discovring serious things Yet some blind judgements may condemne my Muse For touching that which they them selues abuse But if it gall their stinking sores long wounded A tush for base despight from such hate grounded Whose guilt may plead and tell their conscience thus Shrewd faults find eyes and Tyme must punish vs Which if one age ago this Land had beene Check'd of such faults might now haue beene fund cleane As for the Critick or the carping Slaue Goe hang himselfe I care not for a knaue Whilst for the Commoun-wealth I stand to plead To show Oppressours tyranny and greed And eu'ry grievous vyce this Land affords Where I affect more matter than coynd words Brayne-wrested straines AEnigmatick stile Or epitomizd Epilogues the while Although I dyving could and soaring fetch My top-wingd flight too high for vulgar reach Whilst I meanewhile haue more paynes to be plaine Than to be curious in the highest strayne For what this worke affoords lyf-burning Taper I had no Bookes to read when pennd but Paper With Ink and Pen my Chamber-garnish bare Warme Bed and Boord none other Book was there But Memory Invention Experience great Whereon my labours build their solid Seat Which if it bee not well done goe and mend it For with the same condition I Thee send it But stop O stay its harder to invent Then adding invention to what 's here meant This Web then see of welcome I it Warp Whiles playne and prolixe sometymes breef and sharp ●●d●ed vnsadled spurring on I goe And neither spares my friend nor hurtes my foe ●ut smoothly twixt two strugling shoares I runne ●lat-sandy Scilla Charibdin rocks to shunne For twixt like two the golden meane may rest Nether too bitter nor too sweet is best Which justly I set downe and purpose lyke Vpon the Annill of the Trueth I stryke And if I erre in one jote I requyre Let mee goe headlong to deaths fatall fyre Say if he come this yeare say he come not Yet tyme shall praise mee for a louing SCOT Which being doubtfull precisely how and when I reddy made this worke form Presse from Pen Yet not to vent my Bookes nor haue them sould Before myne eyes his comming in behould To whome the first I owe to be presented For onely to him onely it s invented Which when it is devulgd I dare expect From the judicious Lector kynd respect Then read misconster not but wysely looke If reason be the Mistrisse of my Booke And if I finger what thou fayne wouldst touch O! thank mee and be pleasd whylst I avouch The commoun sorrowes of this groaning Land Which I lay open to thyne open hand Then ponder and peruse it thou shalst fynd The Sole Idea of thy Countreyes Mynd Thyne as Thou art Myne WILLIAM LITHGOVV Non vita haec ducenda est quae corpore spiritu continetur illa inquam illa vita est quae viget memoriâ saeculorum omnium quam posteritas alit quam ipsa aeternitas semper intuetur SCOTLANDS WELCOME TO HER NATIVE SONNE AND SOVERAIGNE LORD KING CHARLES WHat dark-drawne shads haue my sad face ore ●●pred Since Iames the just my peacefull King

mollify'd This m●ane borne gentle-man now made a Prince Did swallow vp ambition and from thence The dr●gs of Avarice dishonest greed And fr●m his Prince hee stole not having need In nyne yeares tyme full eight Millions of gould Wh●●st Phillips Loue was dearer bought than sould At last d●te●t'd and all his knaveries knowne His Spanish Motto in these words were showne El mayor ladron del Mondo Para non morir aorcado Vestiose de collorado c. and englishd thus The greatest Theefe the oldest Knaue ' That Hell the Divell or Spane could haue To shunne the Gallowes hee with speed Did cloth himselfe in collour red For he turnd Cardinall and gaue the Pope Two hundreth thousand Crownes to slee the rope So had this Duke his Mineon eke a Don Made Marques too call'd Roderick Calderon Who following Lermaes footsteps wax'd so bould That he stole too four Millions of pure gould Which being discoured for his fellonie This courtly Theefe hee was condemn'd to dye The lyke and like againe I could produce But this may serue for to shut vp the sluce O! if that Kings as they are Kings would look And read lyke records of as blak a book Sure they would see great errours they commit In giving trust to any Parasit But thou blest King thou art not cary'd so Thou canst discerne thy friend from secret foe And will not be the same that thou do'st seeme How fond soever vulgare censures deeme Yet in times past the like erronious errours Haue bred to Kings and Kingdomes helples terrours Who from himselfe bequeaths himselfe and State And in his crowne would haue a rivall Mate Vnto anothers gouernment and will God knowes some Puppy voyd of wit and skill He is but half a Man and not his owne Yea sometymes scarce the half that I haue showne For he that 's led and ruld by others pleasure In judgement nor in justice keeps no measure As KINGS are absolute so should they be As absolute in sound dexteritie Saue in great matters than to be advysd By Counsells graue or they be interprysd If not and so that one must needs rule all Be 't Lyf or Honour Liberty or thrall Looke to the events doubtfully confusd Whilst or the Bird be hatchd the Egge is bruisd What Dauid sayd of lyke I 'le praysing tell He begd of GOD to send them quick to Hell So KINGS haue perishd and their Kingdomes falne In cruell bondage and their People thralne Lyke made young Osman loose his Princely Lyfe Which filld his Kingdomes with intestine stryf So the last Hungar King was crossd and sackt And by his Minion sould ruynd and wrackt But why should I examplify so much Since thou hast deep experience of such Yet he is happy makes anothers fall A warning to prevent vntymely thrall Ah! and thryse ah so Germany is layd Vnder the Spanyards foote and Austria made The head of that Empyre greef beyond sorrow To see proud Tirants from ten Princes burrow Such helples loanes that neither sword nor might Nor Law nor Reason can recall their right O! that one blow one Tyme O! angry fates Should ruyne both Religion there and States Cursd be the spight of that vntymely doome Which Spaine divyseth and confirmd by Rome Spaine seekes dominion and the Popes impart Them power to swallow all so they haue part And Thee a●d thy three Kingdomes too they would Cast in the fornace of a Spanish Mould Yet Tyme may lash the force of thy prowd foe And make ambition subject to lyke woe Who seeks Kings ruine and would domineere O're all the Vniverse yea and vpreare The base record of Vandals Gothes and Hunnes Of whome they 're come Men Daughters Wyues and Sounes Whose greed most Indian Soyles can not contayne Nor large Americk the old and new namd Spaine The Sea●coast Affrick Townes Atlantick Iles Nor Ballearen nor Sardinian Styles The fat Suilian playnes got by the blood Of murtherd Gaules can not his pryde includ Nor the Apulian Callabrian Lands and more The Seate of Naples the Lavorean Shoare The Millane Dutchy nor Pavian bounds The racked Belgia nor the high Burgounds The Pyrheneian Navarre the Voltelyne Can not this Monsters Monarchy confyne For if he could he would himselfe invest From Pole to Pole and so from East to West Yet doubtles Tyme his pryde and greed shall dash And raze his might for so can fortune lash Thou mayst recall herein that cruell payne And bloody Tortures LITHGOVV had in Spaine Which for CHRISTS sake his Countrey and thy Syre He patiently endur'd O! thou mayst admyre His constancy for Trueth and for that Treason Injustly layd on him beyond all reason Being in tyme of Peace and no suspect Of breach but what they falsly did detect And hauing too thy Fathers Seales and Hand For to protect him to the Aethiope Land Whose lyse the English factors seeing surgrieud By meanes of Noble Aston him relieud What Tongue what Pen what Mynd can well expresse Or Heart conceaue his Torments mercyles Nay none but thy late Father rightly weighd And Parliament how they his Peace inveighd For which deare royall IAMES had full regard His Suffrings and his Trauells to reward Yea graciously maintaynd him tooke delight To heare his rare discourse of forraine sight Then Sir make fals this Proverbe turne his Debte● There seldome comes Men say a Father better Say though hee had not for thy Crowne bene croft Rackd bruisd disjoynted and his Fortunes lost With all these moneyes thy Syre did him gift And Thow Thy self for to advance his drift With Papers Observations Patents Seales Which now are lost and lost for aye he feeles Yet doe his Trauells merit his rare adventers His wandring long beyond the Earths full Centers His curious drifts his slighting wretched gaines His much-admyrd attempts his matchles paines His Fame hee wonne thereby to Mee and Myne Leauing my stamp on Earths remotest Shryne And where I was not knowne did annalize My Name in records of true Sacrifice Yea did acquaint Mee with each kynd of thing That pregnant Knowledge could contentment bring Strengths Townes Castles Cittadales and Forts Distance of places Regions Iles and Ports Their maners too and living rites and Lawes Customes and gouernment Religious Sawes Of Turke and Iew Arabian Greek and Moore Sabunck and Coptie the Egyptian glore The Cypriot Tartyr Creet and Turcoman The grosse Armenian Sun-burnt Affrican The Abasine and whyte Moore the Nestorian The Chelfane Iacobin Syriack Georgian The Amaronite Lybian and Nigroe black B●sydes all Europe in a word to take All these and reasons many hundreds moe Deser●e that Sir thou shouldst appease his woe For he 's the first of Trauells ever wrot Since my all-Virgine Wombe first bred a Scot The Prince of Pilgrimes Father of them all And greatest Traueller Earths circling Ball Can Europs eye affoord O happy Man Whose mynd feasts on rare sights which none els can There Thousand Thousands eu'ry where complayne That thy