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The poetical recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig of Rosecraig
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Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.
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1609
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STC 5959; ESTC S105002
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where art thou gone Thy bewtie now can be no more admired Since thou delightst to lurke and liue alone Now Hermit-like thou hantst the more the pittie And for the Farme forbear's the famous Cittie Look to thy selfe thou dwel'st too neere the sea Neptun no doubt will from those rocks bereaue thee And with his wife divorse for loue of thee Yet am I glade none but a God must haue thee VVhen winds and waves and all are at thy will Proue not vnkinde J pray thee loue me still TO HIS BANISHED FRIEND TWo wofull weeds the mother Church must weare One Crimson rid the other mourning black The black betokneth sorrow pane and care The rid bods death fearce persecution wrack It maters not what rags she beare abrod Once she'ill be cloth'd in robs of white with God To his singular good Lord and Master LOng mai'st thou liue an argument of praise A lordlie subject to my loving pen That on thy worth the wondring world may gaise A magistrat admir'd amongst all men Yea more and more heavens grant thee from aboue The Makers mercie and the Masters loue Auream quisquis mediocritatem IT merits praise to manage litle well A cunning coachman turns in litle roume In poore estate a rich content I feell And smyle to see a wretches wealth consume J'ill studie then to steward what J haue And not be curious more and more to craue His regrate for the lose of time at Court O How Time slips and slelie slids away God is forgot and woe is me therefore J waste the night and weare away the day I sleepe dres feed talke sport and doe no more Far better were with care to haue redemed Nor sell for noght the thing I most estemed To his aspyring friend SInce charge and honor march together still For charge but honour were a toyle too great And honor but a charge were ease at will To want them both is not the worst estate I loath those loads which lightnesse first pretend But break the neck before the journeys end Nulla dies sine linea THe standing poole will quicklie stink and rott The currant streame is cleanlie both and cleare The idle man is Sathans prey God wott A verteous minde the Devill darr not draw neare My fantasies can profit few and yet It hurteth none but doth me good to writ The praise of Glad-povertie THree sorts of men vnto the market go One buyes one selles an other doth behold Great greef and care is in the former two Th'expectant waiks secure and vncontrold He liu's poore man contented with his lot Vsing the world as if he vs'd it not His vnambitious minde THree things there be for which J'ill not contend The Way the wall and Tables highest seat What foole is he will frown or yet offend For any place so hee can reach his meat But in good faith the idlest strife of all Js in my judgement for the way or wall To his friend who seemd sorie when he left Court I Scorne to liue at Court because J spy The wicked heaps vp wealth the foole hath grace The wise man weeps and in disgrace must die And vanitie must march in vertues place Far better were on shore secure t' abide Nor saill in vane against both wind and tide Against Pryde TH' ambitious man no greater foe can haue Then is himselfe for whilst he still aspires He grinds his heart for greef vnto the graue With foolish hopes with fear's and fond desires God grant my pryde may grow to this degree Jn earth his child in heaven his Sant to bee To vnfortunat and pure Aemilian at Court EMilian begs with heart half-brok for sorrow Yet finds not frute at all but long delay As leaue me now or come againe to morrow My lasure serues not yet I pray thee stay None pitties thee Aemilian do not griue They get no thing that haue no thing to giue That he neither loues to be too gladnor too sad IOyes come like oxen heavie peas'd and slo But tak their leaue like horses running post Greifs come at post on foot againe they go And leaue sad discontentment with their host Both Ioys and Griefs as passingers J'il vse They shall not be my ghaists if J can chuse His contents at his Tugur WHen lose of Tyme at Court was all my gane To take my leaue J thoght it was my best And in some privat mansion to remaine Where J might frie from Envyes rage take rest Now blest be God no Portar bars my doore By day by night none keeps me but my kurre Against ignorance and ill example THe law of God is Lanterne full of light And good example beares this Lantern still Which shews the way to walk and march vpright To doe all good and to decline from ill Without this light who walks he can not see And such will God shall be no gyde to thee To Mistres Hartside at Orknay her natall soyle PRoscribed Orcas though J hate thy forms J must commend and praise thy courage still I saw thee proue both wise and stout in storms And thou art barren sore against my will For had thou sonnes of thy Amazon stamp They might be Captains of the Emperors camp Perswasions of oertainties are vnnecessarie NO greater fools then Philodoxes fond And such as loue opinions of their own Thy wit wise Plato when I think vpon'd Made men to doubt on things that were well known These Why How What mad questions of thy schools Wold make the wise men of our age seeme fools Against drunkards and lichers IN sinfull Sodome to liue cleane and poore Jn Asia chast amid allurements such To hate in Rome the bordell and the whoore And to be still abstemius with a Dutch Do'th merit praise yet this much with correction J find but few can haunt them but infection To his Lord and Master G. E. Dunbar ALas that Time should be a foe to fame To clip the wings of true report in rage Alas that th' earth should march a noble name Like to a bird that 's compast with a kage Fame clip'd with time hemb'd with earth's embrace By Poets yet out strips both time and place Thy fame dear Lord is frie from all disgrace Still be it so till fire dissolue this frame Till when about the worlds broad spatious face My ryms shall run t'immortalize thy Name Foill to thy fame no time no place shall giue So long as Craig or yet his lines can liue Against ingratitude FIrst let me die before I proue ingrate No let the earth devore me ere J die Before I liue in such a wretched state To haue no hand but one no tongue to cry Vnthankfull mouths are graues then if J take I will at least giue praise and prayers back To his Lord and Mister to be ware of envy DEepe danger lyes deare Lord in smoothest looks Envy is false and waits thee at thy back The poysning bate is hung at golden hooks They serue