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As now has happened, every point,
in this our preſent age.
XV.
Since fate is ſo, now Scotland learn
in patience to abide;
Slanders, great fears and ſudden plagues,
and dolours more beſide.
XVI.
For out of thee ſhall people riſe,
with divers happineſs;
And yet a pen can ſcarcely write
thy hurt, ſkaith, and diſtreſs.
XVII.
And yet beware thou not diſtruſt,
altho' o'erwhelm'd with grief,
Thy ⟨ſtroke⟩ is not perpetual,
for thou ſhalt find relief.
XVIII.
I do ſuppoſe, altho' too late,
old prophecies ſhall hold;
Hope thou in God's goodneſs ay,
and mercies manifold.
XIX.
For thou, that now a patient is,
and ſeemeth to be bound,
At liberty ſhall free be ſet,
and with empire renown'd.
XX
From high above ſhall grace come down,
and thy ſtate, Scotland be,
In latter end, more proſperous
than former age did ſee.
XXI.
Old prophecies foretel to thee,
a warlike heir he's born,
Who ſhall recover new his right,
advance his kingdom's horn.
XXII.
Then ſhall the Scots ſword ſweat with blood,
and ſlaughter which they make;
