True love begun shall never end; Then shall thy heart be set by mine, For mine was true, so was not thine, For as the waves with every wind, And leaves my constant heart behind. My heart shall with the sun be fix'd And thine shall with the moon be mix'd, Thy beauty shin'd at first most bright, That ever I found thy love so light, The misty mountains, smoaking lakes, The rocks resounding echo; The whistling wind that murmur makes, The tossing seas, the tumbling boats, As doth the turtle chaste and true And when all gallants rides about Whereon is written in and out, Alas! he had too just a cause And when that tracing goddess fame And how in odds our love was such, Thou loved too many, and I too much, THERE's nothing in this world can prove The purest strain of perfect love Designs attend, desires give place, The conquest then of richest hearts, Fill'd with sweet hope then must I still 6 Unhappy then unhappy I, Yet will I not of fate despair, But hopes my star will change her air, BURST out my soul in main of tears, And thunder forth my tragick moan. But, tush, poor drop, cut breath, broke air, No: rather but augment my care, Seeing but from small woes words do come, My swelling griefs then bend your self Yet that I may contented dic, E're that I do expire my breath; Since sighs, tears, plaints, express no smart, CAN little beasts with lions roar, Can shallow streams command the seas, No, no, no, no, it is not meet On False Friends, a Poem by Montrose.. UNHAPPY is the man In whose breast is confin'd The world's so void of secret friends, Then break afflicted heart! And live not in these days, When all prove merchants of their faith, For when the sun doth shine, Then shadows do appear; And fortune as the sun; But if, in any case, Fortune shall first decay, Then they, as shadows of the sun, With fortune run away. No. XXVI. Verses wrote by the Marquis of Montrose, with the point of a diamond, upon the glass window of his prison, after receiving his sentence. LET them bestow on every airth a limb, Lord, since thou knowest where all these atoms are, No. XXVII. Extract from the Mercurius Caledonius. Edinburgh, Monday, January 7, 1661. This day, in obedience to the order of parliament, this city was alarmed with drums, and nine trumpets, to go in their best equipage and arms for transporting the dismembered bodies of his excellency the Lord Marquesse of Montrose, and that renowned gentleman Sir William Hay of Dalgety, murthered both for their prowes and transcending loyalty to king and country, whose bodies, to their glory and their enemie's shame, had been ignominiously thurst in the earth, under the publike gibbet half a mile from town. That of the Lord Marquesse was indeed intended for ignominy to his high name, but that of the other, ambitiously covet by himself as the greatest honour he could have, when being incapable to serve his majesty longer, to engrave nigh his great patron, which doubtlesse proceeded from a faith typical of a more glorious one. The ceremony was thus performed:-The Lord Marquesse of Montrose, with his friends of the name of Graham, the whole nobility and gentry, with provest, baillies, and councel, together with four companies of the trained bands of the city, went to the place, where having chanced directly |