Ta tōn Mousōn eisodia: = The Muses welcome to the high and mightie prince Iames by the grace of God King of Great Britaine France and Ireland, defender of the faith &c. At His Majesties happie returne to his olde and natiue kingdome of Scotland, after 14 yeeres absence, in anno 1617. Digested according to the order of his Majesties progresse, by I.A.

AGRAVER ORATOR (SIR) would better become so great an action as to welcome our great and most gratious Soveraine; and à bashfull si∣lence were a boyes best elo quence. But seeing wee read that in the salutations of that Romane Caesar, á sillie Pye a∣mongst the rest cryed Ave Caesar to: Pardon mee (SIR) your M. owne old Parret, to put furth a few words, as witnesses of the fervent affections, of your most faithfull subjects in these parts; who all by my tongue, as birds of one Cage, crye with mee, Ave Caesar, VVelcome most gratious King.

Welcome then is the word, and welcome the work wee all aime at. A verball welcome were base, trivial and for everie bo∣dy; and à Real or Royal welcome answering either our harts desires, or your H. deservings, Ad haec quis sufficiens? Acti∣ons can never aequall affections. Saying then is nothing; shall I sweare your M. welcome? I dare; but it becommeth not a boy to touch the Bible; and yet, because an oath taken by nothing, is but nothing, I sweare by the Black Book of PAISLEY your M. is most dearlie VVelcome.

Thus have I said (SIR) and thus have I sworne. Performance tak from Noble ABERCORNE.

Welcome then (SIR) every where, but welcomer here, then any where. This seemeth a Paradox, but if I prove it, your M. I hope will approve it. Three pillers of my proof I find in our old Poët, Phoebus, his Clytia; and his Leucothoe; whose fabulous Al∣legorie if I can applie to our selves by true historie, all is well.

Phoebus (SIR) you knowe is knowne to all, because seene of all: that Sunne, that Eye, by which the world seeth, shining a∣like both on good and bad. And are not you (SIR) our royall Phoebus? are not you, as ane eye of world, seeing vpon you are the Eyes of the world, some for good, others for evill according to their minds. And as that Sunne in his course, compasseth and passeth by the whole world; so hath your M. since you beg••nne to shine in your royall Sphaere, inhanced a good part of the world; but passed by, and buried all the Princes, aswell of the Heathen as Christiane world. O shine still then our royall Phoebus.

Now that your M. is the peculiar Phoebus of our westerne

world, if any did doubt, then, Ex ore duorum aut trium, your three Kingdomes ar three witnesses. Still shine then our royal Phoebus. Now (SIR) Clytia and Leucothoe were Phoebus Mistresses; Clytia the daughter of the Ocean, Phoebus first Love. Hence did the Po••ts faine, that the Sūne rising in the East, holdeth his course westward, for visiting his love, and according to their long or short embra∣cements, aryse our long or short dayes and nights. And are not wee then (SIR) of Scotland, your M. owne old kindlie Clytia? are not you (SIR) our Phoebus, comming from the East, with glorious displayed beames, to embrace vs in the mouth of the Ocean? and is not this verie place now (SIR) your vestermost period? Ergo (SIR) your kindliest Clytia.

Your Clytia (SIR) is of many goodlie members. Your M. hath past alreddie her head, neck, and armes, your greater Townes & Cities; but till now came you never to her hart. Why? because in this very parish is that auncient seat of WILLIAM WALLAS that worthie Warrier, to whome (vnder GOD) wee owe that you ar ours, and Britanne yours. In this very parish is that Noble house of Dairnley-Lennox, whence sprung your M. most famous progenitors. In the Citie you came from, the bed that bred you: In the next you goe to, That noble race of Hamilton, wherein your H. most royall Stéme distilled some droppes of their dea∣rest Blood: and in this very house, is, your M. owne noble Abercorne, a cheefe sprigge of the same roote, removed only à litle by tyme, but nothing by Nature. And therefore are you in the verie hart of your Clytia, and so welcomer to her hart, then to any other part. And so I hope your M. Parret hath proved his Paradox.

Now (SIR) Leucothoe, that fairest Ladye, Phoebus second love, shee is even your M. owne glorious England most worthy of all love. When that Phoebus, first wowed that Leucothoe, hee was faine to transforme him selfe in the shape of her Mother, and so to chift her hand-maids for a more privat accesse. But when your M. went first to your English Leucothoe, you went lik your selfe, busked with your owne beames, and backed with the best of your Clytia: So were both you and wee welcome, and embraced of your Leucothoe. And retourning now to your Clytia, you bring with you againe, the verie lyfe (as it were) of your Leucothoe, these Nobles and Gentrie which accompanie you; and shuld not both bee; nay; are not both most dearlie welcome to your Clytia.

That Phoebus in his love to his Leucothoe forgot his Clytia; he came no more at her, her nights grewe long, her winters tedious, wherupon Clytia both revealed and reviled their loves; and so Leu∣cothoe was buried quick by her owne furious father, and Clytia cast out for ever of Phoebus favour. But your M. in your most in∣ward embracements of your Leucothoe, thē were you most mind∣full of your old Clytia. Jndeed our nights have beene long, a four∣tein yeeres winter, if wee weigh but your persone; but yet the beames of your Royall hart (the onlie lyfe of Love) were ever awarming vs. The onely remedie were, that these two La∣dyes, as their loves are both fixed on one, so them selves become both one; and what will not true love vnite? As they have al∣readie taken on one Name for their deare Phoebus sake, let them put on also one Nature for the same sake. So shall our Phoebus shine alike on both; be still present with both; our nights shalbe turned in day, and our winter in ane endlesse Sommer; and one beame shall launce alike on both sides of our bound-rod, and our Phoebus no more need to streach out his armes on both sides of it, devyding as it were his Royall body for embracing at once two devided Ladyes. Hee that conspireth not to this Union, let never Phoebus shine more on him.

Lastly (SIR) that poore Clytia, thogh shee lost her Phoebus fa∣vour, yet left shee never of to love him, but still whether his Chariot went, thether followed her eyes, till in end by her end∣lesse observance shee was turned in that floure called Heliotropion or Solsequium. And how much more (SIR) shuld wee who growe daylie in your grace and favour; bee all turned in a 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉 with a faithfull Obsequium. Our eyes shall ever be fixed on your Royall Chariot: and our harts on your Sacred Person.

O Royal Phoebus keepe this course for ever, And from thy deare Britannia never sever, But if the Fates will rather frame it so That Phoebus now must come, and then must goe, Long may thy selfe; Thy race mot ever ring

Thus, without end: vvee end. GOD SAVE OUR KING.

Amen.