ANDREW

Let Scotland's Andrew be the mount, brave youth, From whence thy beams may take a prospective, To see, to wish, to have, to rule the same. The bony Scotland Andrew will advance. Bright Lady, where necessity implies and act of duty, Manly virtue should clap on spurs to hasten piety: These goodly parts, they were not made alone to serve Our selves, but Like pure fountains, freely to dispense Our streams to others wants: and so fair Lady, Urgent affairs call on our swords and valours, To revenge the wrongs of some few Virgins, That have long expected our wished for presence. Where Majesty and beauty both command, In vain were our resistance: Brother, your hands And mine shall be employed; to unbuckle yours I'll quickly ease your shoulders of a burden. Not one my Lord: We owe our lives first light to several Nations, And Island far removed from Grecian shores, Whose lovely waste proud Neptune circles round, Her craggy cliffs ambitiously threat Heaven, And strikes pale terror to the Mariner, When unadvisedly he falls on them. The inhabitants proportioned Like our selves, Well skilled in Science, and all humane Arts; A government of peace and unity, For plenty, far exceeding all the Isles Europes vast bounds or wealthy Asia yields, The name Britanniam, which includes within it Fair England, Wales, and Scotland; The last of which I fetched my birth from. Thus have you herd at full What I can give you of relation. So, they are all dispersed and fled; never before Stood life on such a fickle point with us: Lets leave this cursed Kingdom, Mount our Steeds, which through negligence, Our enemies have failed to seize on; Leave them to curse their stars; And still be sure, in all our actions, That heavens mighty hand, Can men's devices easy countermand. That cannot be, we then might starve the fiend; His food is daily hunted to these nets, And once a day we are sure to meet with him: Then let us careful pass about these walls. Shall we obscure our selves till then, Or face the Monster at his coming out? That's I for Brandron. You have won it fairly; take it as your own. And I am glad it is so well fallen out. Thou hast redeemed thy honour, and this sentence Speaks thee a royal Tyrant: Come my friend, We two, Like Travellers that are enforced To venture on a lodging filled with horrors in outward show, Threatening no way but ruin, the black preparatives Of sad decay, being Ushers to the entrance; But once being in, then think, my constant partner, What endless welcome follows; pleasures unspeakable, Beyond the sublimary thoughts of our poor nature's: If but the thought of this advance the soul, And drives our sense to admiration: O then how glorious is that wished for seat, Where all these benefits shall be complete. What, shall we knock, and rouse the Monster up? Here's no man here but hath the same desire. Come let us walk.