XI. My soul is free as ambient air, Although my baser parts be mew'd; And though rebellion may my body bind, XII. Have you not seen the nightingale Even then her charming melody doth prove XIII. I am the bird whom they combine But though they do my corps confine, And though I'm mew'd, yet I can chirp and sing, XXXIX. AN EXCELLENT NEW BALLAD. TO THE TUNE OF "I'LL NEVER LOVE THEE MORE.' (By James, Marquis of Montrose. Born I. Y dear and only love, I pray For if confusion have a part, II. As Alexander I will reign, A rival on my throne. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all. Napier's "Memoirs of Montrose," 1856, Appendix, p. xxxiv. from two old copies, and with a second part which is probably older than Montrose; see Chappell's "Popular Music of the Olden Time," second edition, p. 379. I have introduced one or two small corrections from other copies. III. But I will reign and govern still, IV. And in the empire of thine heart, If others do pretend a part, But if thou wilt prove faithful, then, I'll crown and deck thee all with bays, XL. UNHAPPY IS THE MAN.1 (By James, Marquis of Montrose.) NHAPPY is the man In whose breast is confined The extremity is great: He dies if he conceal, The world's so void of secret friends, Betrayed if he reveal. Then break, afflicted heart! And live not in these days, When all prove merchants of their faith,— None trusts what other says. For when the sun doth shine, Then shadows do appear; But when the sun doth hide his face They with the sun retire. Some friends as shadows are, And fortune as the sun; They never proffer any help, Till fortune hath begun; Reprinted from Watson's "Scots' Poems," 1706-11, by Park, Walpole's "R. and N. A.," vol. v. p. 106, and Napier, "Life of Montrose," 1856, Appendix, p. xli., and p. 372. But if, in any case, Fortune shall first decay, Then they, as shadows of the sun, XLI. MOTTOES AND EJACULATIONS. BY JAMES, MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. I. ON CÆSAR'S COMMENTARIES.1 HOUGH Cæsar's paragon I cannot be, II. ON QUINTUS CURTIUS.1 S Philip's noble son did still disdain And nothing harboured in that lofty brain, Hawthornden MSS. vol. viii. Printed by Laing and Napier. |