The Scottish souldier. By Lavvder

THE SCOTTISH SOVLDIER .

BY LAWDER

SVNT ARTIBVS ARMA DECORI .

EDINBVRGH Printed by Iohn Wreittoun , and are to be sold at his Shop , a litle beneath the salt Trone . 1629.

TO SCOTLAND . BEhold the shaddow of thy Warrelike Sonne Great Mother , from whose Worthie-fertile Wombe So manie thousands haue tane birth , and wonnne An endlesse Fame abroad , and Name at home : Sharing the glorie of each Conquest great , And Victorie obtainde in brave defaite . LAWDER .

THE SCOTTISH SOVLDIER . ARme , arme , to Armes , the Trumpets sound each where , And Drummes doe beate in ev'rie Martiall eare : Rouze vp ; my brave and valiant Countrie-men , The golden Age doth now returne againe ; In which our swords shall sheare enough vnsowne , And make the fruits of everie field our owne : The harvest of true Honour draweth neere , When everie head that would a Laurell weare Must clad in shyning steele march to the field , And gather Crownes which farrowes then will yeeld . While Kings enthron'd in dust doe gasping lie , And clowds of smoake eclypse the Sunne and skie : Which Cannons thundring throats doe vomite forth , Where death and danger showes to trye true Worth : O what a brave occasion have you now ! To make the Earth and all her Monarchs bow To your victorious Armes ? which heeretofore No fotraine yoke of bondage ever bore ; When all the sur-face of this spatious Round , Where either Land or Iland could bee sound , That might inlarge Romes Empire was made thrall Her ravenous Eagles soaring over all , You kept your bounds vnconquer'd to this day , And did Romes Empire bo and , her conquests stay , And made her power fall hoasts your harme so feare , That they huge R●mparts of defence did reare From axe-armde Scots invasion , you who ne're By any stranger yet subdued were , If Heavens great favour you implore a while : Which never did but on your Armies smile , You may presume ( and with good hope ) to bring . The World t' adore the Lyon for her King : For why were you reserued ever free , If not the Emperours of this Earth to be ? Our Nation euer hath most Noble beene , And all the Neighbouring World hath wondring seene . More Worthies , sent from hence in forraine Warre , Whose Courage greatest dangers could not marre , Then ever any Kingdome all about . Could for her owne defence at home bring out , For Warre hath beene the practice of this Land . Since Fergus footed first our Scotish sand , And ere our fathers in the World did come , They heard th' Alarums in their mothers wombe , Which made them all borne Souldiers , for the feild Their birth-place was , their cradle was a shielde , Why should not we then , sprung of warrlike race ; Our worthie grandsires wayes and footings trace ? To show this wretched world that courage bold , Doeth liue in vs which shinde in them of old , And that our World-diuided I le can send , To drowne all lands forth a deluge of Men . Braue fellowes ! doe but backe reflect your sight . On Ages past , with wonder and delight , You will transported find an vncouth fire Burne in your breasts with flames of braue desire . To make you one day like these Heroes great , Whose memorie liues fresh and valour yet . And of whose loynes while they this land defended . You were in armes be got and are descended . Behold in France eight hundred yeares and more , To Charlemaigne foure thousand Scots sent ore , Securd his Kingdome from the Saxon harmes , And well deservde with their defensive armes , For which the Lillyes of our golden feild , Enclose the Lion in our Royall sheild . Behold two thousand in Ierusalem , Braue Champions of the faith , true Scotish men : Led by great Hugo Philip's brother bold , Who then the scepter of faire France did hold . Behold the holy King saint Lowys then , Proud to lead on three thousand Scots againe . To Palestine , whilst that braue Earle of March , Their , Captaine by his side did stoutelie march , Of whose assistance finding so much good , Our third King Alexanders helpe he su'd , And had two thousand more sent to his neede ; Whom Atholls Earle and Carricts Counte did lead . Behold our second Dauid arme for ayde , To Iohn of France three thousand Souldiers , led By William Earle of Douglas , which did all In Poictou with the French in battle fall . Behold our Robert send to Charles againe , Seuen thousand , stout and Warrelike fighting Men , Of which Iohn Earle of Buchan Gen'rall went , And there the Earle of Wigtoun , though not sent , Who in these warres deservd so well of France , That Charles brave Buchans merite to advance Made him great Constable of France , and sent Backe all his noble bandes againe , content Till time requirde their ayde , and callde them ore , To France supplied with three thousand more . All these , and many thousands more of late , Haue in their freinds defence gainde honors greats . The Douglasses long D●kes of Touraine were , The Hamiltons of Chastelraut yet are , The Stuarts Lords of Aubigny till now , Whose grandsyres to that height of greatnesse grew . That one of them had absolute command Ore all the gaged Souldiers of the Land . Another governd Millans state and reyne And one in Naples Vice-Roy did reigne , Who after liv'd great Generall to bee Of all the force of France in Italie : And of that Armie which hee hither led In England sent vnto seventh Henries aide . What noble minde not ravisht is to read , In th'Annalls of those noble Hero's dead ; Whose worth surviving time , shall never die But live enrolled in Eternitie ? O brave and happie Ghosts ! for ever rest In heavens triumphant glorie crownde and blest , That you may from the rolling Spheares above Behold the bodyes where your Soules doe move ; Assisted with your happie influence , Live ever famous in all ages hence To doe great things as you have done before , Whose memory and Names time doth adore . And you my Country-men cast vp your eyes On those bright starres now fixt in honours skyes ; Glasse in their glorious deedes your actions all , Now while this brave occasion doth you call . Shunne sluggish rest , and that lethargicke sleepe , Which doth your soules so long intranced keepe In the base shadowes of obscuritie . Vp , vp , awake that all the World may see , The Scotish Souldier glistring in bright steele , To make the Earth to stagger , shake and reele , Drunke with her dwellers blood , who dare withstand Refusing Charles his yoke , when you command To draw his waine , and proud triumphant Carre , Betwixt the Artick and Antartick starre . Let Tybers streames no more runne crystall buod , But black with goare , and Danube swell embr●ed With crimson colourd brookes , whose currants fall . Downe from the mountaines , and the valleyes all , Wherewith your swordes the sources opned bee , To make the Ocean all but one Red Sea . Then , as this happy soyle hath lent you birth , Which earst did bring so many great ones foorth , Showe you are valourous , and Scotts men true , Whose arms can worlds of Enemies subdue : Shake off all ease , and for soft beds of downe To rest vpon the stony earth lie downe . Make Water Nectar , which you muddie drinke Into a Morrian , and never thinke On Wine , nor on that fine and daintie fare For which no soule but pampred slaues do care : Away those vaine attires of strange disguise And gaudie clothes which glance in Ladies eyes . The Corslet will become you better farre And mould you brauelie like to men of Warre , Let painted puppies , womanish conceates , Court monkies , which on fauour 's smile awaits , Fard , frize , and painte , for me , I never seeke To haue a better collour on my cheeke ; Then when the dust and sweate doe hide my face , Me thinkes such grim-nesse is a Souldiers grace : And for that softnesse mignard youthes affect , My humor scornes it in disdaind neglect , Let me still heare the Cannons thundring voice , In terror threaten ruine ; that sweet noyse Kings in my eares more pleasing than the sound Of any Musickes consort can bee found . Show mee two Armies which embattled stand , With Squadrons spred abroad on everie hand And readie to encounter : such a sight Doth more bereave my senses with delight Than all the pompous showes the Court affords . And Mignons maskes of Ladye and of Lords . To see them give a charge , make a retraite , Heere a Battallion broke , there one defaite ; A troup of horse charge footmen on the flankes : Who closelie keepe their order , and their rankes , The Pikes stand like a forrest broad and faire , And streight presenting make a front all where , To heare the Trumpets sound , drummes thundring round , Make Heaven amd earth , the Sea and land resound , As if this All should suddainelie bee brought To that confusion whence it first was wrought . Then to see leggs and armes torne ragged flie , And bodyes gasping all dismembred lie , One head beate off another , while the hand Sheaths in his neighbours breast his bloodie brand , A Cannon bullet take a Ranke away , A Volley of small shot eclypse the day With smoke of sulphure , which no sooner cleares , But death and horrour everie where appeares ; The Vantguards joyne , of which the one orethrowes The other , and ore all their bellies goes : And then the Battles meete , at which doth stay The victorie and fortune of the day . There wounds with wounds are payd , and death with death There , furie offreth to a conquering wrath . The dying groanes of such as durst affront A noble Courage , which did theirs surmount . Where glorie binds her palmes about the head , Who for true honour doth no danger dread , But as a Lyon , roaring to asswage Among the heards of sheepe his hungers rage , Doth teare and rend , byte , kill on everie side . Vntill his appetite bee satisfied . So hee makes all about him find his blowes , Whose weight who ever findeth downeward goes : Then fall the conquerde Ensignes to the ground , With those that bare them vp in blood now drownd . The Conquerours crye aloud , the conquerd die , And sigh their last to see that Victorie : Whilst a retraite is sounding over all The Victors troups in order backe to call Who rich in honour , and in bootle come Chargde with their Enemies spoyles triumphant home . These are the glorious showes which in mine eyes Surpasse all glistring pompe and vanities . The Campe 's my Court , wherein a Corslet clad , I find more ease of mind , and walk more glad Than hee who lac'd in gold and velvet goes Proud of the silken glose of fading cloathes . The trenches are my walkes where oft for sport , And recreation sweet I doe resort , There midst the flames of lightining , and the rayne , Of Musquet bullets pour'd on hundreds slayne . I walke securelie , and with more content . Than if my howres were in soft pleasure spent . If any new designe or Enterprise Be hatch'd , in which apparent danger lies , And none but such as faine wold honour winne , Dare venter or attempt , O I there I runne As others to a feast , and when I scale A Towne or fort , and see our plott prevaile , Though death did marre my way , my wishe goes even , I 'de thinke it were the way to honors heaven . This way our grandsires went , this way our fires , This way must hee to honour who aspires , By this our brethren in these latter dayes , Haue in the Schooles of Warre beene crown'd with bayes : Shall wee who follow them degener then ? And not bee like our valiant Country-men ? Who when calme peace at home their minds did marre , Did seeke employment into forraine Warre ; As Holland well can witnesse , who did find Their friendly help , and first did prove them kind Of any neighbour Nation , when opprest With Tyrannie she first her neck did wrest From Spaines hard yoke , and did her power disdaine A stated freedome since to entertaine By force of Armes ; though not her owne God knowes , For all her Conquests to our Court'sie owes . A noble share which shee forgetting now Her vile ingratitude doth baselie show . For had they not at Nuyport fought it out , When but an handfull left , enclosd about , The fortune of that day had not beene good , But they would seale it with their dearest blood : And buye the Victorie at such a rate , As might deserve more thankes , if friendly met . The Germane Warres a number did invite , For our Eliza's Crowne with her to fight ; Who all alace ! were in her losses lost , So Heavns have in those parts our parties crost . But yet wee hope to see the day againe . On which than ere more glorious shee shall reigne , When Heidelberg , which now her want doth mourne , Her sighes of sorrow in sweet Songs shall turne . And her Triumphant bands shall march along The bankes of Rhene remembring former wrong . And make the flood Nymphes blush for joy to see Their Queene returne in pompe of Majestie . Denmark our gallants daylie doth employ In hard exploits to worke their foes annoy ; And finds them prove true Scotsmen like themselve Where blood empurpleth oft the streames of Elve . Sweden emplores the ayde of Scotish bands , Which in her best defence most bravelie stands Against the fierce Polonian Cassaques force , And sees them shake the Squadrons of their horse . The World all finds our help , or feares our harme , If once our CHARLES should in his anger arme , O what an Armie then should spread her winges ? Over all Europe's face to daunt her Kings ? When England is our owne with vs to goe . What may wee not ? whom can wee not orethrow ? If God bee not against our great designes , Where Sunne doth rise , and where his Carre declines , From frozen Zembla to the torride Zone , Thence to the Southerne Cape wee 'll make our owne ; And all shall be great Brittaines Empire wide , Having no neighbours but the Seas beside . Goe to then braue and hopefull Scottish brood , And with your Swords let out the boyling blood , Of the sicke Worlde in time , before shee bee Full brainesicke taken with a frenesie Lest in her madnesse hauing double strength , Shee proue vndaunted head strong at the length , And cannot be in that subiection ti'de In which is fitt shee should to you abide : First in the right arme Fraunce , set ope a veyne To weaken her , then in the left arme Spayne , Rippe vp another , whereby shee may bleed , Out all that may or can infect the head , But never bind them vp vntill the goare , Haue made a Sea , a Sea without a shoare . Time serues you now , come Caualiers or never , ( Whom Heavens haue ioynd no Earthlie powre can seuer ) Braue Scottes and English ioyne your hearts and hands , As loue hath done your long diuided lands , Put both your Crosses white and red in one , To fill Great Charles his standard with a sunne : Which shall orcshine with glorious spreading beames , The Vniuersall World in s●rie gleames : And make his Enemies for feare looke blacke Or at the sight dasht , flie and turne their backe For honours sake and for your Countries fame , As now this Iland all hath but one Name , One King , one Faith , one Language , and one Lawe , So let one Loue your Hearts together drawe , That all Scotes-English , English-Scotes , may be . Possest with that same minde which ruleth mee . Then wee shall see that long expected day , When all our Lordings armde , shall cast away The frizled perwigges , powders , and perfumes , Which soeminine conceits no Man becomes , And put on plumed casques with lostie crests Vpon their heads , and Corslets on their brests , And for soft carpets in the Court , betake Themselves vpon the ground their beds to make , A stone for pillowe shall support their heads , Within these curtaines which starrde Heaven spreads . The raine and snow shall then best incense prove , To purge the rowme , and loathsome smells remove , Their dyet such as bounteous heaven hath sent Vpon Occasion , yeelding true Content , And for a table eat it on the grasse , Their hands to drinke the water for a glasse , Or golden Bowle , in which they shall not neede To feare mixt poyson , or to drinke with dread . For save the durt and mud horse feete have made , Of worse their neatnesse need not bee affrayde . This is the life the Souldier lives and loves , Which though it painefull bee , great pleasure proves . And I doe thinke my selfe as happie then When I see nothing els but armed Men , As hee whose eyes doe stare his wretched gold , Which doth his soule a chained captive hold Within a chest , and never doth delight But when his pelfe is set into his fight . The World is made to serve the vse of Man , I have enough what need I further than ; T is Honour which I aime at , and to gaine That sweetneth all the sowrnesse of my paine : That is the scope to which my minde aspires , That is the Soveraigne of my Soules desires . Arme , arme , to armes the Trumpets sound all where , And Drummes doe beate in ev'rie Martiall care . FINIS .

A MONVMENT , to the Memorie of the most noble , and generous , Sr. W. Cuninghame , Captaine of an Horse trowpe , killed in the I le of RETZ . Sr. WYC HEERE lyes Beneath this heape Of bones , in quiet sleepe A Knight who never dyes . SCOTLAND did lend him birth , And vaunteth of His WORTH , Bohemia's and the GERMANE Warres Bred from a Boye this hopefull MARS , Vntill the service of his LORD and KING Did challenge his first flowres in Valours spring . Those RETZ did gather whilst they did but bud , And watring drownde the tree in FRANCE'S blood . The Souldiers , Honour , Love , have reard this loftie frame , To shrowde the sacred ashes of Couragious CUNINGHAME . LAWDER .

NOMINIS ET ELOGII AVTHORIS , ANALEMMA . Authoris Nomen Magister Georgius Laderus . Authoris Nomen Anagr . Armiger , laude gestis surgo . Authoris Elogium . Sunt Artibus Arma decori .

CARMEN . Armiger & gestis surgo cum laude , Laderus . Sic decori mea sunt , artibus arma meis . G Ballendinus .

Ad authorem , Encomiasticum . LAus in laudato , non in laudante locanda est , Et sequitur meritum , corpus vt vmbra , suum : Fiet adulator , literis , laudator , eisdem , Quando quis indignos laudat honore veros . Tu neque laudis eges , nec nostro augeberis ore Sufficis in laudes , ipse Ladere tuas . Nam velut artificis rutilo lapis aemulus igni Spernit opem , proprio plus satis orbe micans : Sic tua nullius virtus plus indiga laudis , Ipsa suo gaudet , te sibi vate satis . Serta tibi data prima togae , deîa altera bĕlli , Sic juveni gemina est laurea parta tel●● Ista virûm est uirtus , non vni insistere calli , Ast verâque viâ , carpere laudis iter . Pergito chare Nepos , & quàm potes , assere laudem , Assere in aeternos post tua fata dies . Assere , proclive est , & si non faverit ipsa Invidia , in laudes fac crepet vsque tuas . G. Ballendinus .

WIGHT .

To the Kings most excellent Maiesty .

BY LAWDER

SVNT ARTIBVS ARMA DECORI .

EDINBVRGH Printed by Iohn Wreittoun , and are to be sold at his Shop , a litle beneath the salt Trone . 1629.

To his sacred Maiestie . DIsdaine not mightie Monarch to give care To this poore Nymph , who humbly doth entreate Thine ayde ; and pardon for her Song , which feare In such a lowelie straine to THEE so great , Presumes vpon thy goodnesse to present , And by a Souldiers hand is to THEE sent . By your Majestie most humble subject , servant and Souldier , LAWDER .

WIGHT . ABout what time the faire Latona's Sonne To light this lower Round , the round did runne In which the Heavens sterne Archer standing , poures His falling shafts on earth in frequent showres : One day , as day the mornings blush did cleere , And Starres eclypsd dy'd in our Hemisphere , The winds were whist , heaven lourd on Sea and land , And a sad silence did the World command : When midst the smoothed marble of the Maine Neere Albions South shore , appeared plaine A sweet and statelie Nymph , to heave her head Above the waters faire , her locks did spread Their golden curles her shoulders all about , And flood-like flowde to where they late sprung out . A flowrie Anademe her temples crownd , Which was of Oake and I vie braunches bound . Her right hand held a dart Diana like , With which shee wount the flying Stagge to strike , The waves about her softlie swelling , raisde A chrystall Throne , on which shee sate and gaz'de The Seas and shoares about a prettie while . With an amazed looke and woundring smile . Then , on the neighbouring Coast her eyes shee cast , And thus her silence did breake off at last . What sad mischance hath causd this vncouth change ? Why lookes the hilles and mountaines all so strange ? What murmuring noise and whispers doe I heare ? And sounds of sorrow ecchoing in mine eare ; How lookes my sister Albion now so sad ? Wi●h ●owne cast brow who sung but late so glad ? Tell mee you muttring brookes hilles daughters faire Why weepe you so , and teare your silver haire ? And meeting heere in Neptunes watrie court Why leave you off your wounted joyes and sport ? Ay mee ! what may this bee ? some heavie losse It feares mee much , or something that doth crosse The publick well at home , or some sad newes Of Warres abroad , which Fame doth now infuse In everie eare ; what ever losse it bee , The Heavens defend my Charles , and he 'll keepe Mee . But ah ! I see the cause why all things mourne , The fleet from Retz doth homeward now returne , But with great losse alace ! of valiant Knights . And worthy Captaines killd in bloody fights : Of which my Sonne braue Burrowes was the first , A Souldier from the cradle bred and nurst , And many of those gallants , who but late : Did liue with mee , at tending this sad fate . For when they parted hence , faire Wight , said they Farewell , now fortune calleth vs away , Wee must begone , yet Heaven shall witnesse bee . In absent sighs how wee haue loved Thee . Poore Soules ! they now sleepe in eternall rest . May their poore bones no trouble more molest : Ah cursed Retz ! for ever cursed bee . Thou art the ground of all this greefe we see , Thy loue hath causd our losse , thy wine our woe , Thy salt our sorrow which doth vexe vs so . How many thousands but for thee haue did ? By sea and land , and fire and sword haue tri'd ? Thy Sister Rochell , earst to keepe thee free , Venterd her children , state , and libertie : Yet lost thee and her children , and almost ( Had not Heaven fought for her ) her halfe the lost . When brainsick Belgia sent her shippes from farre , To fight with God ( in that vngodlie Warre , In which shee to her shame the cloake did teare Of true Relligion , which her selfe did weare , To cover her rebellion not long since , When shee revolted from her lawfull Prince . ) And even my Charles ( deceau'd I must a vow ) Did send his helpe his freinds to overthrow . O thou vnhappie Nymph canst not bee good ! Whose beauty must be bought so deare with blood , And none can e're enjoy but jealousie , In hazard of some rivall enemie . But what doe I exclame ? t' was Heavens decree The land should suffer and no fault in thee . This Nations sinnes haue made these Armies smart , And Pride is punishd now with just desert , All see it and confess 't , then let vs now , With truelie humbled hearts our bodyes bow Before the throne of Heavens abundant grace . And with vnfeined teares first beg Gods peace , Then make just Warre abroad , that he may blesse Our Armes , and good designes with glad successe , Else never looke to act what wee intend , Nor bring but shame vnto our selues in end . The world now laughs to see vs brought so low , Who boasted so great things a while agoe , Fraunce , who before shee saw what wee could doe Even trembled at our Name , doth taunt vs now , And threatens an invasion , shee who late Halfe graunted all we crav'd at easie rate , And had begunne to talke and speake vs faire , But for to bee well vsd , shee was so neare : Now shee with Spaine secur'd , doth scoffing stand , And both doe boast to over-runne this land . Sweet sister doe not you despise their threattes ; Nor be deceavd too farre with selfe conceattes , In trusting to your fleeting Castles strength , As Queene of th' Ocean , but expect at length , After so long you now that right maintaine , Since blest Eliza's dayes and happie raigne , To see your fleet effronted with a fleete , Which may bee made ( who knowes ) with yours to meete . Still judge the worst , and so in time provide , That wee may after any storme abide Both you and I , who heere ( God knowes ) doe lye , Naked , and open to each Enemie . And shall I still be so without defence ? A prey exposd to forraine violence ? Doe I deserue no better ? is faire Wight Of so small worth into her Charles his sight ? Shee whom great Neptune loues and doth embrace , ? And Heavens haue blessed with so sweet a face ; Shee in whose losse all Albion should be lost . If forraine force were Conqueror of her coast : Why I am worthie of a Prince's loue And even my lookes may his good liking moue : Lesse worthie haue beene Queenes , nor am I proud , To thinke I may be of proud I ber woo'd , Or of the mignard French who would be glad , As he expectes to haue me to his bed , Say he should court me in rough compliment , And driue my weakenesse to a forc'd consent : Vpon what termes could I withstand his sute . Or with what strong refusall hold him out ? I am a Woman , and as women bee Feeble , ( when forc'd alone , ) talies nor in me , Thus helpelesse , hopelesse , subiect to all harmes , T' oppose a sutter when he sues in armes , Had I assistance of assurd defence , And were securd from forreine insolence , With fortresses , in which I durst repose , Then I could laugh , and never feare to lose , Nor honour , nor that lewell of my life , My Chastitie to be a strangers Wife . Great Charles but once be pleas'd to cast an eye , Vpon poore Wight , who for thine aide doth cry , Danger doth threaten , and it seemes , is neare , Preuent it , and forgiue a Womans feare . Take some good course that I may still be thine , In spite of all thine Enemies and mine . My Children from the wombe are bred for Warre , And armd in my defence dare goe as farre As any Nation that the sunne doth see , But haue no strength to sheeld themselues nor me , If once a stranger land , my castles all . Should quicklie in their ruines see vs fall , And even that Cares-brooke castle . Fort which built vpon my brest , Is in the worlds vaine hope accounted best , If once my dwellers should be driuen there , Is but of small defence , t' would proue a snare : Within short space , and ere thine ayde could come , I should be spoyld , burnd , wasted , and vndone , Lee me but haue one place which can receaue , If neede should be ( a siege ) myne owne to saue , You see how Retz who was as weake as I A while but since did all our force defie , Though thou were Lord of both the Sea and Land , Her victualls and all succours to withstand , I am not so ; a weaker hold to me Were of more hope , and haue the Ocean free , Which neither France nor Spayne for all their boastes , Can ever barre from hee to braue thy Coastes . Then while Time serues the hazard to preuent , Prouide , ere Time be sloathfullie mis-spent , All wish me well , but onelie thou canst make me Most happie if in thy defence thou take me , My sisters Children from the furthest North , Of Albany and from the bankes of Forth , Bound for thy seruice in these Warres of France , Are falne into my handes by happie chance , And now doe liue with me in such delight , That they are all enamoured of thy Wight , Yea they doe sigh to see mee in this cace , Exposd to evry strangers rude embrace ; And ere they saw me forcd would venter all , Their liues , and blood in my defence to fall . Once more excuse this importunitie Great Charles , and though my sexes modestie Forbid to wooe thee so , yet think how deare Mine honour , and my Childrens liues appeare To mine owne eyes , and evry loving Mother , And then I hope thy gracious thoughtes will smother The fashion of my sute , and let me haue Thy Royall ayde , and what my need doth craue . So may as many laurells bind thy browes , In glorious conquests , and great overthrowes , Of Enemies , by thee in Triumph led , As there be lampes in Heaven when light is fled ; And may Heavens blessing shield thy Crowne and State , To make thee once Great Britaines Charles the Great . This when the Nymph had sayd , fhee turnd about , And div'd beneath the deep where shee came out , The trembling marble where shee hid her head , A hundred rounds about the place did spread . Heaven streight-way smil'd , and Phoebus shining bright , His golden beames beate on the I le of Wight . FINIS . Sunt Artibus Arma Decori . LAWDER

TO THE MEMORY OF THE GENERALLIE BEVAILLED , Sr. IHON BVRROWES . COLONELL GENERALL AT THE ISLE OF RETZ , WHERE HEE WAS SLAYNE . STAY Passenger , and read vpon this stone A Tragick Story , in the losse of one By Fates vntimelie stroake entombed heere , Who Mars his mignon was , the Muses deare , A Souldier and a Schollar , one by birth As truelie Noble , as for Vertuous Worth . The Buckler and the Booke were his delightes , To lead the armed Arts to fields and fights ? No lady but Minerva he did loue , Anothers lookes could not his likeing moue , His Valor Holland witness'd , Spaine adoares , Fraunce feard , admird , and England now deploares . To tell thee who it is let this suffice , Heere Noble , Valiant , Learnd , Braue BVRROWES , lies . SVNT ARTIBVS ARMA DECORI . LAWDER . FINIS .