THE
Fifteen COMFORTS
OF A Scotch-Man. Written by
Daniel D' Foe
in
Scotland.
LONDON: Printed in the Year, MDCCVII.
THE Fifteen Comforts, &c.
The First Comfort.
BE Dumb ye Beggars of the Rhiming Trade
Geld the
ose Wits, and let the Muse be Splaid
Charge not the Parish with the Bastard Phrase
Of
Balm, Elixar,
both the
India
's,
Of
Shrine, Saint, Sacriledge,
and such as these
Expressions, common as their Mistresses.
Of her I write, no Pen can reach her Worth,
Nor find an Epithet to set her forth;
I mean Heroick
Anne,
our Gracious Queen,
In War Victorious, and in Pomp Serene;
The Circle of whose Reign contains all Bliss,
And daily studies
Scotland
's Happiness.
The Second Comfort.
Now Sacred
Anne
does wear the
British
Crown,
The Church does flourish, and is lofty grown;
The Laws are risen from a long, long Trance,
And our uniting is a Check to
France;
Which Union even would make our Foes Baptize
Themselves all Converts in our watry Eyes;
Which we for very Joy do weep, to see
How
Anne
designs to make Posterity
or ever happy, whilst She's on the Throne,
n making
Scots
and
English
both as One.
The Third Comfort
Among the num'rous Throng, we
Scots
do come,
To wish the grand Support of
Christendom
Health, that's the Joy of Life, and Soul of Mirth,
Bane of
and Comfort of our Birth:
May't with your Years, as clearly last and rise,
As 'twas e'er Winds had blasted Paradise!
Wealth! the Support of Pleasure and the Crown,
The only Prop of Glory and Renown.
May the same virtuous Temper, the same Fire,
That never flags too low, nor do's mount higher,
Enflame your Breast, and to't by Heaven be sent
That which all seek (but find not) true Content.
May all your Aims atchieve their purpos'd End,
Then Loyal
Scotland
ne'er will want a Friend,
To be the Guardian of their Church and State,
Whilst the
Rose
and
Thistle
do incorporate.
The Fourth Comfort.
Poor lousie, beggar'd
France,
& half-starv'd
Spain,
Durst not presume t' appear upon the Main;
For now St.
Andrew,
and St.
George
do joyn,
Upon the Ocean they'll in Glory shine.
Whose Union-Colours on the rolling Sea,
Will shew the Force of
British
Heraldry:
Thus on that Element the
Scots
too Fame
Will get, and to tho encient
Scottish
Name
Will Honour add, by having such a Fleet
That durst our Foe upon the Ocean meet,
And make them low'r their Top-sails too at Sea,
As owning that the only Sovereignty
Thereof is Sacred
Anna
's Lawful Right,
For which Her Loyal Subjects too will Fight.
The Fifth Comfort.
In a
Protestant
Succession now the Crown
Is fix'd, and none must mount the
British
Throne,
But what will the reformed Faith defend,
And to the Church of
England
be a Friend;
For by her Grandeur we supported be,
Whilst Conscience do's enjoy its Liberty.
And that which also gives our Hearts Content,
As that two Nations has one Parliament.
The Sixth Comfort.
As to our Comforts what can more be said?
Freedom we have, and Intercourse of Trade,
To any Port or Place the Kingdom round;
Besides, all
Scottish
Ships that shall be found,
At Signing of this Treaty, on the Sea,
Of any sort of Foreign Built, shall be
As Ships of the Built of
Great-Britain
deem'd:
So much is
Scotland
by the Queen esteem'd,
That Her Indulgence makes us all conspire
To act, and to comply with Her Desire.
The Seventh Comfort.
Now, now, old
Scotland
is for ever made,
Since (with the
English)
in the way of Trade,
We have the same Allowances, Restitutions,
Lawful Encouragements, and Prohibitions.
No Article the Loyal
Scots
do blame,
For Excise with us, as you, is all the same;
For seven Years we shall be Duty-free
In making Salt; and farthermore we see,
The Land-Tax will be very easie here,
The Yoak is light for any one to bear.
The Eighth Comfort.
Duties on Paper Stamp'd we shall not pay,
Nor Duties which they do on Velome lay;
And farther to confirm us in our Rights,
We shall no Duty pay for Window-Lights;
Nay, Royal Favours still are more enlarg'd,
For Coals consum'd at Home we shan't be charg'd,
Nor charg'd with any Duty laid on Malt,
So if we won't unite, 'tis all our Fault:
Both Nations will be one, and we shall be
To all Intents as
Englishmen
(Sir) free;
All Animosities being laid aside,
In Love and Unity we shall take Pride,
And in Eternal Friendship so dispose
Our selves, as to be dreadful to our Foes.
The Ninth Comfort.
One
British
Parliament will now be made,
And we have an Equivalent in Trade:
The Coin of the united Kingdoms too
Be all alike, that all may have their Due:
Our Weights and Measures too must be the same,
That People may not diff'rent Measures b lame.
The Tenth Comfort.
The Laws concerning regulating Trade,
In favour of our Constitution's made;
The Court of Sessions must the same remain
As formerly, in this the present Reign;
All Misdemeanours done upon the Sea,
To be subject to the
British
Admiralty.
Nay, further to encrease our Happiness,
Men Offices for Life may still possess;
And yet to make us happy o'er again,
The Queen is pleas'd, that all the Rights remain
Of Royal
Scottish
Burroughs, as they now
At present are: What more can She allow?
Or we from Royal Bounty still require,
Since we have all as Subjects can desire.
The Eleventh Comfort.
We shall have Lords and Commons too to sit
In Parliament, where're the Queen thinks fit,
Who will have all the Priviledges too,
That's really to their noble Peerage due;
The same as
English
Peers they will enjoy,
Which Treaty will the Hopes of
France
destroy
And that in time we may our Breaches heal,
Great-Britain
must but use one only Seal,
Quartered with those Arms as best may sure,
This Union, which makes
ANNA
absolute,
Empress Imperial over the Bless'd Realm,
Of which She does so wisely rule the Helm.
The Twelfth Comfort.
All Laws and Statutes in each Realm, so far
As to the Union they contrary are,
From and after it they cease, and shall be void,
That Liberty by us may be enjoy'd.
What can we then of
England
ask for more,
No greater Blessings they can have in store,
Than what are granted, so let's all sit down,
And drink the Health of
Anne,
who wears the Crown,
And wish Her long to Reign, that She may be
A Terror to the
Gallick
Monarchy.
The Thirteenth Comfort.
The
Scottish
Parliament has done their best,
That these two Kingdoms may be doubly blest;
Upon the
English
Parliament we wait,
With low Submission for to know our Fate,
Hoping kind Heav'n will cause them to agree
To this long wish'd and hop'd for Unity,
Which surely will prove of such Consequence,
That it will be a Thorn i' th' side of
France,
And make them rue the Day that e'er we came
To be a People of one Crown, and Name:
For our uniting makes the
Frenchmen
fear,
Some dreadful Storm's to them approaching near.
The Fourteenth Comfort.
Now, now, the
Scots
with
England
do unite,
Lewis
and
Maintenon
are in a Fright;
Ye
Spaniards
too, your drooping Kingdom drench
Till Tears the Flames of
Purgatory
quench:
But you that can't cry, yet would seem to weep
Your Hankerchiefs in Holy Water steep,
Then Virgin
Mary,
and the Saints invoke,
To keep your Kingdom from the
Frenchmen
Yoke
But if ye'll still be Fools, and will not own
King
Charles,
by Force we'll put on him a Crown
The Fifteenth Comfort.
Glory and Honour Crown great
Anna
's N
And let her Greatness shine with endless Fam
For making such an Union that shall shake
Proud
France,
and make its haughty Mon
qua
So whilst we Praises to our Sovereign give,
Let's pray that
Anne
a
Nestor
's Age may live
FINIS.