Fearing his lordes vnty melie blasted bayes And as he doeth presaige so shall it fall Their dyes his royell Prince his sones and all Yet shall their ritch and froutfull seid spred furth Four brainches faire whoe 's frout is rypt by fame Whearof the secound planted in the north Shall graice that soyll with blossomes of his name Nor shall the thrid know anie vant of worth The fourth shall cleinge his blot in vertues stame But lo the firsts rare sone shall greace the lyne And shall our English roy ell blood proypne With that rare dame whoe 's heauinlie greace is such As hir sones sone shall be that blaising light Whom all divyns and Prophetes praise so much Of whom faire Albione longes to heaue a sight The Eame which all the prophiciâ—s would twich The ioiner of this Iills disioyned might For Albeone it 's now in name allone But then in substance we shall Albeone But leaue we him till god appoint his tyme And turne ws to that Lord that antient knight Whoe 's chairge is free vnchairg'd with anye crymâ— Famous for witt and fortunat in fight Not one beneath this cold distemperd clyme May clame more princelie vertues for his right Yea Anâ—kermure his fortune fare shall sie Whear he obteans a glorious victorie Two brother shal he heaue both valiant knights From whom two famous famâ—â—â—is shall spring The first 's reare sone weill skild in martiall fights Obteans his vnkles pleace in euerie thing Thus is that hous prepaeid of glorious lights By heauins eternall vniuersall king For reulls the line they sore in verteous deids And if the breanch it self that breanch exceids Then cums the last of this fair braench in fine For vertue cald the good when from the north Shall come a knight that shall succeed by line Who weied with him doeth equalize his woorth And yet with fame can not the world propine So loth is time to bring occasioune forthe Yet vertue for his sone shall grace prepair And thus to fame shall measour forthe his shair Heauin cheanging time shall siuill discord reas And wrap the Scotts in wealth consuming woes When he by god set vp vnto thees daies Shall leaue his soil to forren lands he goes Widing throu rtubles streame and thear with praise His pen vnto his predicessoures showes The way to win from darck obliuiones night Boolding their trophe is with his vertues might This lamp gone out o then his sone succeides Reasing that hous declind to former height Whoe 's mind is great with child of glorious deids And as a Collon fair vpholds the weight Of ane learge frame so from his witt proceids The strenth that onder props that neames great might Yet he by airt stops natures streame to flow With Junos string still bending Pallas bow He ripes the tumbes of his Ancestors old And brings them clod with robes of heauenlie light For all enshewing aiges to behold They shute furth beams of fame and glorie bright Which long lay hidde in nightes dark pitchie mold Ou'r vaelde by sadd obliuion from our sight Their ghostes reioising that so rich a geme Springs from thear loynes t'immortaliz their name Now cumes the nixt great famelie in sight That iointlie with the first at first shall spring Which eurie where sendes furth such lampes of light As Earth and other firmament doeth bring Wherin eche fixed starre doeth burne so bright As yeelldes hoth lyf and light to eurie thing So farre those glorie lighting flammes doeth shine Moueing their orbe with influence deuine The first that shall illuminat the skie Of this bright orber this hea'une reflexing sphere Armed with his fathers magnaminitie Shall be a great and mightie man of warre Of whom shall two arise to rectifie Two lines that shall their fame to heaune vprear Yet to the younger shall the elder fall And both thus ioined shall one great house install O thou thrice famous lake and strand of Leuine Famous for that great reace shall come from the Inrich'd with graces by the wandering Seuin That still aloft in th' azure vallers flee The first that shall adorne thy watrie hea'une With sure and stay'd establisd reul I sie By fatell deades shall manie fortunes shair And Pallas sword shall all his pathes prepair The beaies thy temples shall at lintoune beare Whear thow by valout from a valiant knight The leopard and Flourdeluce shall teare Thus shall thy arme put all thy foes to flight But when the valiant Perfie wageth warre Against his Prince in that ontimlie fight Thow valiant lie aduentring then shall fall Yet after death thy fame shall sore oure all But thou braue youth altho a stripling young Scornes in thy natiue soil for to remeaine Thou heirs Bâ—lonas dreadfull bell was roung Following the voice with honoures thristing paine Wheer all the plaines inbroudert war along With gorre blood rent armes and souldiers slaine Theer haiueing win fair conquest by the hair Thou leapes from of this wordlie theater And then succeides that all prais worthie youth That with the ground stone laies a fairer streame Mounting that house vp to the secound grouth Whois worth in varre illusterates his name Then cumes that blaizing comet of the south Whoe 's voundrous deads with terror soundes his fame His lookes sendes vertue furth so graic'd with art As striks mild reuerence in each barbarous heart And yet his galent sone shall with him striue Who to that aige shall greatest light restore As painefull bees still workes to serue the hiue And leazie drons that deoth their wealth deuore Their dares not enter nor with them may striue So nature doeth prouid for to decore That fruitfull Stem with such whoe 's pains excidesâ— Past all cumpare in heigh and vertues deades No frutles drone shall from that reace arise Ech giues testificats of honours height What praises to the sext can I deuise That serues his Prince in manie a blood die fight Nor conquest euer to eroune his pains denies Nixt him cumes one whoe 's worth and pourfull might Doeth aid his Prince against vsurping foes Whois vant at last that mightie Prince ouerthoues But O what knight is this Adrest for warre That all the countray round about Obaies Whome greatest Princes of the land doeth feare In bloddie battell who at last assaies Our English force from of his Prince to beare With whom ane vther valiant compioune staies And whill to seaue their Prince their liues they yeild Great multitude from valour wins the feild But who coms heir in the could north t'insius Such heauenlie gift is all Europe passing by O it s Apollo suir that dooth refius The east and coms the wast too beutifie Whear he the siluer laik of Leuin doth chuis The cleir Caballian streams he doth deny Thus leauing Gretian plainis and pleasant fontanis He seats him self neir too the Ocheell montanis Whear whilist he veiues
reules the earth in peace The Prophet leaues the Prince amaizd at last He foyles six Knights then to his armie past Caput 5. BVt heir o Scâ—tland heir beginnes thy spring of honor wealth fame glorie praise blisse Eune now not til nou high hea'uns doth bring Thy happines thy good thy all wish Thy fame thy name for e're eternizing If sinfull pride beare not thy wayes amis Hence shall thy glorie and thy greatnes grow Swelling o're seas and o'ra all landes shall flow Their o're the glob of Sea and earth he stands Whiche to the North ioynes sowthes fair Diadem And Boreas spatious impire all commands And all wheir Titan coolls his firie team If thow can number furth the Ocean sands Or all those spangled golden wonders name In radiant coache that course heauns lists a pace Then may'st thow compt his blisd and frutfull race This this is hee eu'ne hee whome havin propoines Greate Jou's eternall motto for to beare whoe 's Soule refyning sighs heart-scolding grones shall on this Altar of Deuotion reare Trew zeall trew faith and trew repenting moin'â— From whence ascends the sueit perfums of Pra're To the one-trin whoe from his merceis Throne Shall rain doun plenteus showrs of Greace anone From so great Dangers shall the Lord him saue And to suche hight of happines him bring That tho nogth els could eche ones ears bereaue Yet this shall be ane eueâ—lasting Signe For eche to sing his mild Sweit virtues grave Without correction bent to eche designe His Bountie clemencie and equitie His constant minde and his stabilitie The least of nothing can my Muse record Whoe 's wings is lag'd with vapors gros and fatt but this I know that his imperiall sword shall Slyce doun sinne and scheild the desolat But should I thus with seiming scheuis debord His praise so Infinit so in tricat No no deir muse serche not wheir is no end Onlie him self him self can comprehend For all the Muses at his Birth desending Throu the cleir Welkin of oure westerne clyme As when a firie flashe of lightning Bending With twinkling rays glids dounward often time A mid the tufted plains so they attending On his blist Birth infuse their sacred rims His spreit within and with Ambrosiall kisses In his blisd soule they breath a heau'ne of blisses This done they with a wreath of starrs haif cround His Tempills which a Tripill croune adorne With dowble Bayis and Lawrell much renound They give two glorious titles new'r outworne And maks his voice diuinlie to resound Our all the earth on wings of fame still borne O miracle his voice lyik lightning darte The golden schowrs of poleist witt and arte His Muse shall flie with sweitest eloquence In learned layes to charme all spreits all sences And like a Queene in pomps magnificence Sche's richest still when lairgest in expences In Scarlot heir in crimsone their and thence In purple robs adorning royall prences More ritche then golden Tesseu's swelling cost With rairest Jems and pretious stones imbost And then anone in Arm 's addrest for warr A steill bright sword she ' is brauelie brandishing Heir dois she place the thundring connons their To Mars she bids the roiring trumpets sing The victor getts her lawrell for his schare That bring him more then Cresus gold could bring But now in sabel blak her self she suits And Magick spells diuinlie she refuits Then Sanct like sits she in a secret Cell And sacred phraises sent from heavin above Furth from her pen in plentie doeth distell Confounding all that quest'ouns vaine wold prove And from her witts deip tressour springs a well Whoe 's source from Gods celestiall throne doth move On golden channell slyds this siluer streame And drouns her foes in groundles Gulfs of shame Yea how soew'r her self she list t' adorne With Diadems or coats of warlick steill Or wisdoms grauer suits she list haue borne Yet eurie thing becums her schaip so weill That still her self she seims whoe 's rising morne Shall haue no night whoe 's mightie flowing Nile Our flows all lands and with hir swelling wawe Holds hirs in peace and vthers all in awe This Prince more wealth peace honor greatnes brings Then all that swey'd his Scepter ewer before But heir since heaune him by his worth desings That to all times and aige shall him restore Since all and ewrie thing his praises sings I can but lessen what all tyms maks more But in his seid rare blessings shall attend him Which it sall pleas almightie Joue to send him In midst of famous Scotland does their ly A valey grac'd with Nature airt and care As fertill as the soill of Araby As plesaunt as Thessalian Tempe fair On which from heaune no blustring Tempests flye Nor Zephire blou's but sweit and wholsome air A long whoe 's side the Ocheli montans rise And lifts their swelling topps aboue the skyis Doun through the midst of this fair valey glids The christall Forth with glansing siluer hew Whoe 's roaring stream on golden channell slids With murmur sweit in Thetis bosume blew Of brooks supply'id with lib'rall store besids Which tops of towring montans still renew Whoe 's springs the dry insatiat meids suppleis And moister lends to herbs to fructs and treis In midst of this fair valey doth arise A mightie mounting roche of wondrous height On whoe 's ambitious bak as in the skyis A Citie stands impregnabile to sight A Castell on his loftie crest espyis The valeys rownd about the montans hight Below the roch the glanncing River glids In whoe 's cold streams hee coolls his horte sids When Titan doth vp to the sowth aspire Ascending through heauens vaults of brightest azure These loftie turrets seim to haue desire To view their beauteis pride whill thay haue leasure Then sett they all the rowling flood on fire Whoe 's trembling billous show their golden Treasur The smilling flood Illustrats them with beams Whill as their beautie beautifeis her streams Within this Paradise of all delight Thus grac'd with airts proud wealth and Naturs care Shall to the world be borne that lamp of light Whoe 's schyning shaip yow at beholding their But ah too soone snatcht vp from humane sight Whoe 's lose shall mak the western-world dispair That heauins can raise them to their former blis Since they haue reft so great a Good as this O could hee leiue he were a worthie Prence By nature in her richest wealth enrold And fraught with all the guifts of excellence That either Man could wisch or heauins vnfold But o too wise and too too sone taine hence Heauin scorns that earth so great a good should hold Albions be war least heauins vpon the lowr Who thus vntimelie cutts thy fairest flowr Then shall arise a Prince of his owne kind Borne of his dame and of his sire begot Whoe 's matchles haughtie and heroick mind Shous heauens
Eist his worthie praise shall fill To Ganges soundes the terror of his name But there a dreadful tempest shall him kill Yet of his death none dare the conquest clame His courage fearce shall arme his foes deceat And thus himself subdewes him self to fate Heer silence staies his tounge his speech is crost Both Joie and greef at once his heart opprest Greef for so rare a knight that should be lost Ioy that his death should cure riche Englands pest But now enamord of his worth almost The Caiptaine him intreatts to sheu the rest And needs wold know if heauens should nature will From such a roote to bring such branches still Ah quod his vncle thence doeth greef proceid For as great Joue ordaind ane hatred still Betuixt the serpent and the womans seid So shall his line beare vs and oures il will Whill their ambitious mindes on fame doeth feid Yet heaune shall raise for to with stand this ill A famous race their dreadful wraith to beare Whoe 's worth shall proue right fortunat in warre Now first of him discendes that valiaunt Lord Whoe 's heighe atchiuements shall his foes with stand His victoreis most rare shall be decor'd With valour flowing frome his conquering hand Yet crueltie in him shall be deplord Which hermitage doeth fatallie demand But for his valour worthelie renound Whoe 's deades almost are all by fortune cround Then cums his vnkle whoe 's all matchles brood Seems thundring flammes with fire consumeing breath A new deludge ane ouer whelming floode A storme that nipes our springes fair floures to daith For he like thundring Mars embreud with blood To dreadfull armes shall all his daies bequeath But reuling for his Prince with roialtie Too forwad in his countreies cause shall die His brother bold ane Englishe dame shall beare Whoe 's famous line in wondrous giftes exceids This man a mightie familie shall rare That shall the world astonishe with their deids Which at this time to sheu I will for beare Till thou haue knowne who from the first proceeds Who valiantlie in battell spends his lyif To bring to end his countreies endles stryif Then shall appeir that first great sheining light That dimes thoise blazing stars his heauins bright sune In midst of armes and thoundring warrs dread sight At him is honoures title first begune Conquestes first fruits deoth much ogment his might Penwick his wraith they wealth shall ouer rune And Berwick strong his angers birning fire Shall turne to ashe yet shall not quench his yre His brothers worth shall to all tymes be told Whoise sone shall sore on princelie Egels wings By wertueis rare and valour so extold That he 's preferd to princes lordes and kings In armes his fortune strength and courage bold Shall stryue whoe 's mereits most the muses sings From this faire imp shall spring a faerer tree Whoe 's fruit shall much adorne this familie But o thou Bellicous what man may know Thy verteus mind thy worth and warrlyk deades The brightest lightning of thy workes doeth show Daizling the beames that from thy peers proceides Heauins lampes remoues their painted sirling so To bright Apollos fyrie flamming steids Yea thy rare lyne thy rarest vertues cleames In whom still shynes thy former glories beames The deades of all thy deades doeth ouerturne All fortunes rare thy fortune foylleth still E're victor thow ne'r conquest shall returne And Yorkes proud walls beares witnes of thy skill Lastlie that euer famous otterburne Seals all thy conquests gainst thy countreyes will Whill thow thrice wounded victor sheeds a flood To dy thy latest triumphes with thy blood Thy valiant brother shall to the succeid Whose aufull looks presageth wrath t'insewe With him shall fortune lyk vayes furth proceid And Lintone battell shall his prais renewe But o his sone shall all that aige exceid In witt and courage strength and valour trewe To princelie steat in Europs gairden faire He shall be reasd and honours great shall beare Yet all in vaine since fortune proud heath sworne The worlde shall build no trophe to his neame Nature doeth him with such reare gifts adorne That shee invying cuts the wings of feame He tryes hir fauour oft but she doeth scorne His sute and doeth hit fauour quyt recleame Thus he whom nature freames for gloreis throne Fortune throues donne for fate to treed vpone Then cumes that lordlie Erle whoe 's pourfull might Is both suspect and feard and vist more small Whoe 's race once run his sones with out all right Most frie the vay to rule by their great fall Which turnes the Scotts calme day to stormmie night Whoe 's tempest threats the kingdome croun and all Yet he that must succed shall flie mischeif And vislie to his End conceall his greif This starr gone doune ane other doeth appeir Whose bolde minde feeds the flame of martiall fire Yet shoots furth beams illustred white and cleire Which shows to warre or peace a like desire At Honours croune he aims though ner'e so deare His conquering looks presageth martial Ire To honours great he shall his breether raise But he offends his prince who ends his daies His brother then inrag'd vpbraids there King Whose minds bursts forth a storme of desolation What he heapd vp in silence forth they bring A flood of warre a fearful invndation That wel might choake their foes or'e flowing spring But vented wrong flowes to their Princes starioun Yet this hudge flood eu'ne in the height shall turne And of a boundles Ocean seeme a burne For with the wecht of their owne heauie swey The currents swiftest motione they recal Their too too loftie mindes doeth mount so hie That skoarchd with Phaebus beames to earth they fall From topes of touring cloudes in warres bright skie Their smook euanishd throne dissolues and all For why the heauens ordaines no force of men To rouse the lordlie Lion from his den Yet their deserued fall shall not be such As shall extinguishe that most famous line Nor darkine shall their wounted glorie much Nor yet their former greatnes shall decline Tho pryde o'rethrowes whom ere he hapes to touche But they be vertue shall their thoughtes confyne Within the limites of their former worthe Wherin they stretche their friutfull braches forth Yet ends this reace their roume the secound lyne Obteanes and brings their wertues from the graue The first in worth and wounderous deads shall shyne If he from Shrosburre him self can saiue Nor shall his sone to anie vice inclyne But of dew praiss suift tyme shall him dissaue Whoe 's secound sone shall to the world bring furth A famelie of much redoutit wourth But to beare vp that hous lo one appeares Cled with the light of bright Auroras rayes Whoe 's great experience and whoe 's aiged yeares His Prince reiectes and still at Flouden staves With whom he leaues thrie sones him self reteires
Whoe 's greate begining gloriouslie was wrought When as the bloodie Danes their ensigns spred Heir to distroy oure natioun whill they soght As endles swarms in thousands Bie-hyus bred Such endles swarms these rude Barbariens broght Of armed sauageis tho still with stood And fild the land with Famine Warr and blood But when their Moone was full their Tyde at hight Oure Eb so low that hope and all was lost Thy first forbe'r stout Hey came to the fight Who with two sones allone their fortune crost Whoe 's valours onlie put them all to flight O wonder thrie our cums a mightie host But so Joue wild that from so fair a spring Scotlands greate Constabill his stream should bring Then fertill Fife nixt musterd foorth hir brood A land by Nature fair and ritche by arte From Tay's great streame to Forths cleir christall flood She gathers furth her bands in eurie parte Erlles Lords and knights they all ar horsmen good Thâ—â—â— thousand chosen men of heighe desarte Rothes greate erlle and many erlls beside Amid these troups spred furth their Ensigns wide Thrie thousand more came furth of Louthean fair All Princes Lords and knights and men of fame Wheir Setons Lord eume Weintons erlle did bear Not meanest reull with vthers of greate name Angous greate erlle aâ—d Morton bothe was their Tho other cuntries fair might them reclame Wheir they bore reull with many barrons more As Gems doe ringis whose worths that land decore Then Lithgoes schire and Stirlings pleasant land Seauin tims five hundreth men of armes forth send Their Liuingston our Lithquhow did comand Lord Elphingstoun his aid did likewaies lend Monteiths old erlle broght furth a chosen band A gallant rout on Erskins Lord depend From Câ—yde that cam all thes and many mo As floods to th' ocean to their soueraing flow Perth and Sâ—ratherne two regions fair and bred Send furthe two thousand hardie knights on horse Stratbern and Drumond erlle of perth furth led The greatest pairt of all this martiall force And hâ—it the Morrayis turth ther ensigne spred Who from Morauia bring ther ancestors A doughtie race of people bold and sterne Led by that valiant Lord of Tulliberne And Bunkills Lord their cam that Stewart hight Whom Douglas with braue Randolph took of yore When Huntles mightie Lord by honord flight Eschaipt from Jedward as you hard before He broght a gallant troup and wroght so right That to his Princes peace he did restore This Adam Gordone huntlies noble Lord With virtue and with valour much decorde He is the Mers a mightie reull did bear Eune he of whom heauns maker had decred Such Branches still should Spring as should vp rear That house to such a height as now his seid Ring 's in the North nor can tims aig out weare Their greatnes worth and vell deseruing meid Nor can it be amise for to repeat From South to North what causd them cheange their seat This Lords braue sone in Mars his bloodie feild In spight of thou sands of his armed foes With conquering suord made Atholls er'll to yeild That in dispight of Scotlands King arose And to the English foe became a sheild Till they the secound time procuild new woes For which braue deid his Prince did him declaire Lord of Strathbogis fertill region faire His race ay since oft mixt with Princelie blood In the greate North doth worthelie comand From Bogyis stream too Speyis greart famous flood And famous made their name in manie a land And to their Prince hath done suche seruice good As in the hight of Glorie still they stand So litill springs of fair cleir christall fontains Become greate floods and sueill ore toples montains From thence greate Lords arose whoe 's virteus rate Might well by fames eternall beayes be cround Of whom our cuntreis vriters at so speare That in obliuions floods their deads ar dround Whoe 's worth greate woloms cold not all declare Deseruing well for ay to be renound Yet vriters bleamles ar eas may be seine For of renoune all Scottâ—s hath carles beine Which maks them yet vnto the wordle obscure So thâ—t most parte of Europe doeth not know them Altho their woorthie actions might procure Our all the Earth in glorie for to shou them What Homers paines can make their name indure Prais them aliue lett death quite ouerthrow them They scorne their wealth should â—herish learning treâ— And after death to look for paiment deu But soft my Muise faint not for all they paine This famelie doth for the worlde prepare A youth who seiks too waish away that staine From this greate hous with Magnanimious care Whoe 's Martiall heart heauen neuer framd in vaine Like to his valiant Syres that might compare With fortuns knight for happie succes still So fortune shall his braue desings furth fill O this is he that most one day propine Me with the flowing subiect of my song Vpon whoe 's brou such glorie greate shall shine O Muise my zeall inflame with furie strong His cheracter to paint with tinktor fine Transparent neate and cleir my laies among All mistereis thou know is beneath the skies Then lead me in whear his rare fortunes lies What is he then O bodlie may thou say In his ritch Soull all faculties inshrind Whoe 's sweitt complexion beares a mutuall suay Of all the elements in peace conioind With such a loue and fraudles sâ—â—pathie As all commands yet all obeis the mind His temper fine doeth moddell furth aparte The rare ingine of nature heaune and arte Time shall not cheange his purpose soleid ground His course no course shall let or bear awry Fortune in chains his fortitude hath bound Nor Iudgements sharpest cleir and subtill eie Can pry wher danger once his heart shall wound His matchles mind is Eleuat so hie Yea Nature of her Treasure Wealth and Store Giues him the key and lets him opp the dore But o how am I thus with pleasure led Amide the wildernes of his perfection Where hauing thousand sondrie waies to tred My self may lose my self without derection From such a laborinth I most be fred To hold my wandering wits in some subiâ—ction Their wher thow left deir Muse retourne in haist When Gordons Prince him in the North had plac'd He did not leue by south his seatt so beare But of a younger brother is discended From that same Stook a race whoe 's virteus rare Hath worthie still bein iudg'd to be comended But pardon me that stands for to declare The race of which I not so much intended Yet if I bring more from obliuions brink What reasone i st they should in Lethe sink This Huntlâ—es Lord greate Gordone with him broght A thousand horsmen clade in glistring arms All these cast of the English yock and soght After the dreadfull sound of warrs allarms From Huntlie and long Gordone some all thoght The Mers obeid and feard