The Poetical Remains of William Lithgow, the Scotish [Sic] Traveller; M.DC.XVIII.-M.DC.LX: Now First Collected

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 Excerpt: ... For GOD and godlynesse and for thy Treasure, Which being in thine hand, and then to farme Them back on Lords; will bread a double harme, For worse, and worse, my Commouns shall bee crost, And all thy good intentions, therein lost: Then let my Tyihes, be brought to money rent, For Thee, from Land-Lord, and the poore Tennent: So may they sheare, and lead, and stakke their Corne, At Mid-night, Midday, afternoone, or Morne, Which shall bee their advantage and my gayne, When Barnes, and Yards, are fill'd with tymely grayne, I haue some Sycophants ly at thy Court, Disturbers of my peace, and there resort, Still hatching of mischiefe; projecting ends, Which to my Countreyes mine onely tends: And though they burrowd, Lyfe, Lands, Birth, and Blood, Of Mee, they're still repaying ill for good; For having spent their meanes, so now their braynes, They spend in forging of seditious straynes: Still this, or that devysing, runne such courses, That for their crosses, they're repayd, with curses. C 2 Nay; J'aj; I must call them, Bandits, Rebells bred, And Fiigitiues, from jure Poena fled: Then, then (dread Sir) take heed, such Snakes may sting, And wound the judgment of a prudent King. Valuation. A s for this Valuation who can tell? Whats meant thereby? or can my Preachers well, With one out of each Parish; lay the ground, What euery Land is worth, or may be found: No; no, its labour lost, and I pray God, Wee be not scourgd for it, by his just rod: A lesser fault, then this made Israeli quake, When David of his People count would make, But value, stock, and brock, Tythes, fruites and all, the ricisti must 8'ue encrease, or the reckning fall. tude of So Tymes vntymely haue their tyme mispent, On base Ingratitude, and bounty shent: Whats worth, without wealth? merit without...