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If a strict life thou canst not reach,
At least let him not see Thee much unlike himself, with whom
Thou wouldst partaker be.
That which resembles most the sun
We truly may call bright; And what is most like to the snow,
Will whitest be to sight.
These things are sweet which in their taste
With honey may compare,
With the light-flying air;
So, sure, the more thou art like Christ,
More perfect thou’rt indeed; For, of all true perfection, he
Both pattern is, and head.
Who are persuaded of this truth,
When sore afflictions grieve, This comfort have, that, ev'n in this,
They more like Christ do live.
Men of this stamp are very scarce,
Whose virtue doth them bear Above the vulgar; for what's great,
Difficult is, and rare.
But we to mind salvation's work
Will never be advised; And that all things are vanity,
Till death hath us surprised :
Then to reflect we first begin,
And our past lives abhor, And all these empty joys which we
So much admired before.
Then under terrors we would fly
To Christ, the only rock Of life; whom in prosperity
We never did invoke.
The fear which can no merit have
Drives us t'implore his grace; So great his mercy, that in vain
We ne'er shall seek his face.
But yet we ought without delay
Examine our estate; And saving interest get in Christ, —
Far better soon than late.
What we for greatest blessings take,
He wholly doth disdain:
That Christ's love he might gain.
What other men do grievous think,
He calmly can endure;
Whose right in Christ's not sure.
His wondering thoughts employ's, Where in his death he hidden sees
Life and eternal joys.
Thus he can honey from the rocks,
And oil draw from hard stones; A gift to few, and seldom given
By Heaven, amongst men's sons.
'Tis he alone long life deserves,
And his years sweetly pass,
Whose worth doth all surpass.
Who hath this pearl of price, Which we should buy at any rate,
And all things else despise ?
Woe's me! how much do other men
In seas of trouble live,
Ev'n things they wish do give !
'Tis he alone in earnest can
Wish for his dying day,
Expostulate its stay.
O! would to God my soul just now
Were raised to such a frame,
Must be, though I reclaim.
This present flies, another life
Is swiftly hasting on,
The cross of Christ alone.
How canst thou, without grief and tears,
Think on these impious wounds Which thou didst cause, through which to thee
Salvation free rebounds?
Thou, who shun'st all fatigue, and gives
Thyself to soft delight,
What is the labourer's right?
If any other way we seek
Our passions to oppose, Or get tranquillity of mind,
We time and labour lose.
BORN 1502 – DIED
ALEXANDER SCOT, the prevailing amatory char- | in being obliged to sing without reward or acter of whose poems caused him to be called notice; and we find the name of Scot selected the Scottish Anacreon, though there are many by Alexander Montgomery to point a reflection points wanting to complete the resemblance to on neglected merit, in one of his sonnets adthe Teian bard, was a subject of James V., dressed to Robert Hudson : and also flourished during the reign of the “Ye knaw, ill guyding genders mony gees, unfortunate Mary, to whom he addressed And specially in poets: for example, “ Ane New Yere Gift," when she came froin
Ye can pen out twa cuple an' ye please,
Yourself and I, Auld Scot and Robert Semple." France in 1562. Little is known of his personal history beyond what can be conjectured
In Allan Ramsay's Evergreen, and in the from his writings. It is supposed that he was
collections of Hailes, Pinkerton, and Sibborn about the year 1502. In his address to bald, will be found many pleasing specimens Mary, which begins:
of Scot's poetry. The Bannatyne MS. con
tains others which have never been printed ; “Welcome, illustrate laly, and our queen!"
but, considering how often that valuable colhe designates himself her “simple servant lection has been examined by competent judges, Sanders Scot," and shows that he was a warm
we may conclude that nothing has been nefriend to the Reformed religion, which he glected whose oblivious repose is worth disrecommends in strong terms to her majesty's turbing. Allan Cunningham says: “Gay and protection. The poet concluded his address, light, and elegant beyond most poets of his which is in twenty-eight stanzas, with an
time, Alexander Scot sang with much more alliterative verse, highly characteristic:
sweetness than strength, and was more anxious " Fresh, fulgent, flourist, fragrant flower, formose, after the smoothness of his numbers than the Lantern to love, of ladies lamp and lot,
natural beauty of his sentiments. He flows Cherry maist chaste, chief carbuncle and chose,
smooth, but he seldom flows deep; he is refined Smaill sweet smaragd, smelling bot smit or smot; Noblest nature, nourice to nurture not,
and delicate, but has little vigour and no This dull indyte, dulce, double, daisy dear, passion. Yet his verses are exceedingly pleasSent by thy simple servant Sanders Scot,
ing; they are melodious, with meaning in Greeting great God to grant thy grace guiıl year!"
their melody, and possess in no small degree The poet appears to have been totally that easy and gliding away grace of expression neglected by the court, and in a beautiful of which the old minstrel vauntedlittle fable, entitled " The Eagle and Robin
• Forbye how sweet my numbers flow, Redbreast," he feelingly laments his hard fate
And slide away like water."
THE FLOWER OF WOMANHEID.
Thou well of virtue, flower of womanheid,
And patron unto patiens;
Rycht sobir, sweit, full meik of eloquens,
Baith gude and fair; to your magnificens
For evermore I sall you service mak:
Sen of befoir into my mynd I made, Sen first I knew your ladyship, bot lak
All bewtie, youth and womanheid ye bad,
Withouten rest my heart couth not erade. Thus am I yours, and ay sensyne haif bene, Commandit thereto by your twa fair ene.
Flee alwayis from the snare,
Learn at me to beware; It is ane pain and dowble train
Of endless woe and care; For to refrain that denger plain,
Flee always from the snare.
Lor preysis, bot comparison,
Both gentle, simple, general:
As fortune chances to befal:
To baser men of birth and blude;
Get maistrice o'er great men of gude. Firm love, for favour, fear, or feid,
Of rich nor poor to speak should spare For love to greatness has no heed,
Nor lightless lowliness ane air, But puts all persons in compare :
This proverb plainly for to preve,
TO HIS HEART.
Hence, heart, with her that must depart,
And hald thee with thy soverain, For I had lever want ane heart,
Nor have the heart that does me pain;
To view the schynand orb of licht:
ity mes to treit inferiour friends.
ind dinsome pyis and clatterin daws;
That men and women, less and mair,
In safter notes he sang his luve,
The monarch bird with blythness hard
The chaunting litil silvan bard,
Calit up a buzart, quha was than
Swist to my treasury, quod he,
And to yon canty robin gie
As mekle of our currant geir
As may mentain him throw the yeir;
We can weil spairt, and its his due.
He bad, and furth the Judas flew,
Straight to the brench quhair robin sung, A lady also for love to take
And with a wickit lieand tung,
Said, Ah! ye sing sae dull and ruch,
His majestie hes a nyse eeir, And as gude drinking out of glass
And nae mair of your stuff can beir; As gold-though gold give greater price. Poke up your pypes, be nae mair sene
At court, I warn ye as a frein.
He spak, quhyle robinis swelling breist
And drouping wings his greif exprest; THE EAGLE AND ROBIN REDBREAST.
The teirs ran happing doun his cheik,
Grit grew his hairt he coud nocht speik, The prince of all the fethert kynd,
No for the tinsell of rewaird, That with spred wings out fleis the wind,
But that his notis met nae regaird;
Straicht to the schaw he spred his wing,
Qubair princelie bountie is supprest, o armit strang for stern debait,
By sic with quhome they ar opprest, tyrant is, but condescends
Quha cannot beir (because they want it)
That ocht suld be to merit grantit.
LAMENT WHEN HIS WIFE LEFT
Some wanton man so high has set her,
But break my heart, and nought the better.
When that I went with that sweet may I ein tyme quhyle feisting on a fawn, To dance, to sing, to sport, and play,
And oft-times in my armis plet her-I do now mourn both night and day,
And break my heart, and nought the better. sang the eagles ryall lyne,
Where I was wont to see her go,
With comely smiles when that I met her-
And break my heart, and nought the better.
Whattane ane glaikit fool am I
Sen weill I ken I may not get her?
To break iny heart, and nought the better?
My heart, sen thou may not her please,
Go choose another, and forget her!
That breaks his heart, and nought the better.
BORN 1506 - DIED 1582.
GEORGE BUCHANAN, the best Latin poet of | but a second edition appeared in 1566. The his time, and known as the Scottish Virgil, work was inscribed in an elegant dedication was born at Killearn, Stirlingshire, in Feb to Queen Mary, who in 1564, after the death ruary, 1506. He was educated at the Univer of Quentin Kennedy, had conferred upon him sity of Paris, and at the College of St. Andrews, the temporalities of Crossraguel Abbey. The taking his degree of Bachelor of Arts, Oeto murder of Darnley and Mary's marriage to ber 3, 1525. While employed as tutor to the Bothwell induced Buchanan to join the party Earl of Murray he gave great offence to the of the Earl of Murray, whom he accompanied clergy by a satirical poem, and was obliged to to the conference at York, and afterwards at take refuge on the Continent, from which he Hampton Court. Whilst in London he addid not return to Scotland until 1560. While dressed some highly complimentary verses to living abroad he was for a time tutor to the the English queen, who had no dislike to celebrated Montaigne, who records the fact in praise, especially from the learned, and she bis Essays; and for a year and a half he was settled upon the poet a pension of £100. At confined in the dungeons of the Inquisition, the desire of the earl he was prevailed upon then transferred to a monastery, where he to write his famous Detectio Marice Regina, employed his leisure in writing a considerable which was published in 1571, a year after the portion of his inimitable Latin version of the regent's assassination by Hamilton of BothPsalms. Though he had embraced the Pro- wellhaugh. The year previous (1570) he was testant religion, and was well known as a appointed by the estates of the realm one of reformer, his reception at the court of Queen the preceptors to the young king, who was then Mary was favourable; he became her classical in his fourth year; and to Buchanan James VI. tutor, was employed to regulate the univer was indebted for all his classical learning. The sities, and became Principal of St. Leonard's poet proved his independence by a liberal apCollege, in the University of St. Andrews. plication of the rod, the fame whereof has Dr. Johnson greatly admired Buchanan's come down to our own day; and he said of the beautiful verses addressed to Mary, and said, Scottish Solomon that he “ made him a pedant “All the modern languages cannot furnish so because he could make nothing else of him." melodious a line as
When seated on the English throne the king
used to say of a person in high place about “Formosai resonare doces Amarillida silras,"
him, that he ever “trembled at his approach The queen bestowed on Buchanan a pension it minded him so of his pedagogue." James of 500 pounds Scots. Although a layman he regarded Buchanan's History of Scotland a was in June, 1567, on account of his great an infamous invective, and admonished his son abilities and extraordinary learning, elected in his Basilicon Doron to punish such of hi moderator of the General Assembly of Scotland. future subjects as should be guilty of possessin
It is uncertain at what precise date his ad copies of the work. mirable version of the Psalms was first printed, In the seventy-fourth year of his ag