A collection of 86 loyal poems all of them written upon the two late plots viz, the horrid Salamanca plot in 1687, and the present fanatical conspiracy in 1683 : to which is added, advice to the carver : written on the death of the late L. Stafford : with several poems on their majesties coronation, never before published / collected by N.T.

SCOTLANDS Loyalty; or, Sorrowful Sighs on the Death of our late Sove∣raign His Sacred Majesty; CHARLES by the Grace of God King of Great Bri∣tain, France and Ireland, &c.

LEt Musick cease; yet let true Subjects Sing Sad Ela's Note (in Sorrow) for our King; Whom (to the worth) no Poet can bemoan, Though all the Seas were turn'd to Helicon. But there's no need our Sorrow to Infuse, Or strain Elogiums from a Mournful Muse In 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Hearts; the cause of our sad Grief 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••loods of Tears▪ though in the end Relief. Great Charles is Dead, who was Great Britains King, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••n Exploits, who Trophies great did bring 〈…〉〈…〉 and ••lenty to His own three Realms; ••••rough storms of State, which he did turn to Calms.

Our by-past Prophesies did point Him forth, Preceding Kings were Shadows of His worth: Then cast up Virtues to one total sum; Perfections Product will be found in Him. We will Engrave His Name in Marble Pure, With Diamond of the Black Rock, to endure Till after Ages; that our Children may Pay Tears (for Tribute) to His Sacred Clay, Could men in Arms our Sorrows stroak assail, Or floods of Tears with Cruel Death prevail, We'd Muster all our Forces then with speed, And Weeping Eyes should overflow the Tweed. But sure the King of Kings hath giv'n the stroak, And Mortals cannot Destiny revoke. We'll kiss the Rod; though we the smart regrate Submitting though unto our rigid Fate. Yet we'll breath doleful Sighs to His sad Herse, That's dipt in Tears, and Elegiack Verse; T'immortalize Great Charles His Royal Name, And be Memento's on the Wings of Fame.

Then rest dear Saint, though dead yet still alive; (Though laid in dust,) Times Age thou shalt survive; Thour't mounted high above the Worlds renown With Kings and Priests, to wear a Cross-less-Crown. And (though our Grief cannot our loss prevent) Let this sad Verse but give our Passion vent.