The muses threnodie, or, mirthfull mournings, on the death of Master Gall Containing varietie of pleasant poëticall descriptions, morall instructions, historiall narrations, and divine observations, with the most remarkable antiquities of Scotland, especially at Perth By Mr. H. Adamson.

The Inventarie of the Gabions, in M. George his Cabinet.

OF uncouth formes, and wondrous shapes, Like Peacoks, and like Indian apes, Like Leopards, and beasts spoted, Of clubs curiously knoted, Of wondrous workmanships, and rare, Like Eagles flying in the air, Like Centaurs, Maremaids in the Seas, Like Dolphins, and like honie bees, Some carv'd in timber, some in stone, Of the wonder of Albion; Which this close cabine doth include; Some portends ill, some presage good: What sprite Daedalian hath forth brought them, Yee Gods assist, I thinke yee wrought them, Your influences did conspire This comelie cabine to attire

Neptune gave first his awfull trident, And Pan the hornes gave of a bident, Triton his trumpet of a buckie, Propin'd to him, was large and luckie: Mars gave the glistring sword and dagger, Wherewith some time he wont to swagger, Cyclopean armour of Achilles, Fair Venus purtrayed by Apelles,

The valiant Hectors weightie spear, Wherewith he fought the Trojan war, The fatall sword and seven fold shield Of Ajax, who could never yeeld: Yea more the great Herculean club Brusde Hydra in the Lernè dub.

Hote Vulcan with his crooked heele Bestow'd on him a tempred steele, Cyclophes were the brethren Allans, Who swore they swet more then ten gallons In framing it upon their forge, And tempring it for Master George: But Aesculapius taught the lesson How he should us'd in goodly fashion, And bad extinguis't in his ale, When that he thought it pure and stale, With a pugill of polypodium: And Ceres brought a manufodium: And will'd him tost it at his fire And of such bread never to tyre; Then Podalirius did conclude That for his melt was soverainge good.

Gold hair'd Apollo did bestow His mightie-sounding silver bow, With musick instruments great store, His harp, his cithar, and mandore, His peircing arrowes and his quiver: But Cupid shot him through the liver And set him all up in à flame, To follow à Peneïan Dame: But being once repudiat Did lurk within this Cabinet, And there with many a sigh and groane, Fierce Cupids wrong he did bemoane,

But this deep passion to rebet Venus bestow'd her Amulet, The firie flame for to beare downe, Cold lactuce and pupuleum; And thenceforth will'd the poplar tree To him should consecrated be.

With twentie thousand pretious things, Mercurius gave his staffe and wings: And more this Cabine to decore, Of curious staffs he gave fourescore, Of clubs and cudgels contortized: Some plaine worke, others crispe and frized, Like Satyrs, dragons, flying fowles, Like fishes, serpents, cats, and owles, Like winged-horses, strange Chimaeraes, Like Unicorns and fierce Pantheraes, So livelike that a man would doubt, If art or nature brought them out.

The monstrous branched great hart-horne, Which on Acteon's front was borne: On which doth hing his velvet knapsca. A scimitare cut like an haksaw, Great bukies, partans, toes of lapstares, Oster shells, ensignes for tapsters, Gadie beeds and crystall glasses, Stones, and ornaments for lasses, Garlands made of summer flowres, Propin'd him by his paramoürs, With many other pretious thing, Which all upon its branches hing: So that it doth excell but scorne The wealthie Amalthean horne.

This Cabine containes what you wish, No place his ornaments doth misse,

For there is such varietie, Looking breeds no sacietie. In one nooke stands Loquhabrian axes, And in another nooke the glaxe is. Heere lyes a book they call the dennet, There lyes the head of old Brown Kennet, Here lyes a turkasse, and a hammer, There lyes a Greek and Latine Grammer, Heere hings an auncient mantua bannet, There hings a Robin and a Iannet, Upon a cord that's strangular A buffet stoole sexangular: A foole muting in his owne hand; Soft, soft my Muse, sound not this sand, What ever matter come athorter, Touch not I pray the iron morter. His cougs, his dishes, and his caps, A Totum, and some bairnes taps; A gadareilie, and a whisle, A trumpe, an Abercome mussell, His hats, his hoods, his bels, his bones, His allay bowles, and curling stones, The sacred games to celebrat, Which to the Gods are consecrat.

And more, this cabine to adorne, Diana gave her hunting horne, And that there should be no defect, God Momus gift did not inlake: Only * * * was to blame, Who would bestow nothing for shame; This Cabine was so cram'd with store She could not enter at the doore.

This prettie want for to supplie A privie parlour stands neere by,

In which there is in order plac't Phoebus with the nine Muses grac't, In compasse, siting like a crown. This is the place of great renown: Heere all good learning is inschrynd, And all grave wisedome is confin'd, Clio with stories ancient times, Melpomené with Tragick lines, Wanton Thalia's comedies, Euterpe's sweetest harmonies, Terpsichore's heart-moving cithar, Lovely Erato's numbring meeter, Caliope's heroick songs, Vranias heavenly motions; Polymnia in various musick Paints all with flowres of Rhetorick, Amidst sits Phoebus laureat, Crown'd with the whole Pierian State. Here's Galene and Hippocrates, Divine Plato and Socrates, Th' Arabian skill and exccellence, The Greek and Romane eloquence, With manie worthie worke and storie Within this place inaccessorie.

These models, in this Cabine plac'd, Are with the world's whole wonders grac'd: What curious art or nature framd, What monster hath beene taught or tamd, What Polycletus in his time, What Archimedes rich ingine, Who taught the Art of menadrie The Syracusan synedrie. What Gods or mortals did forth bring It in this cabinet doth hing,

Whose famous relicts are all flowr'd, And all with precious pouldar stowr'd: And richly deckt with curious hingers, Wrought by Arachne's nimble fingers.

This is his store-house and his treasure, This is his Paradise of pleasure, This is the Arcenall of Gods, Of all the world this is the oddes: This is the place Apollo chuses, This is the residence of Muses: And to conclude all this in one, This is the Romaine Pantheon.