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The amorose songes, sonets, and elegies: of M. Alexander Craige, Scoto-Britane
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Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.
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and latelie granted grace For if at were I friendly craue thy case And thou had credit as I sometime bade Were it not wrong if I should proudlie prease To raue thy right yes I may surely saide Be who thou wilt I challenge thee therefore That with thy Daffings deauis my Lais eare Cease from thy sute and in to time forbeare Els we can be companions true no more For put the case thou speed thou gaines these two A facill Dame and of a friend a foe Casta maâ—e nec te lusus nec munera vincaâ—â— To LAIS EVen as a ventering Merchant skant of skill Whom Fortunes frowne or fate hath forc'd to fall To recempence his former losse hee will Within one Ship and Vessell venter all So haue I vsed my Stocke though it be small My Hart I send halfe dround into dispaire Vnto my Saint whom eueâ—â—erue I shall Shee is the Shipp and it the ventered ware Oft hath my minde bin cloy'd with clouds of care When contrar winds with cold and stormie raine would threat my losse but now froÌ„ bounds of feare My ventring thus hath made me rich againe Then shal my Muse triumph mourne no more Since second windes haue brought my Shipp to shore At nunc tota tua est te solum candida secum Cogita et frustra credula turba sedet To PANDORA O Watchfull Bird proclaymer of the day Withhâ—ld I pray thy piercing notes from me Yet crow and put the Pilgrime to his way And let the Worke-man rise to earne his fee Yea let the Lion fierce be feard of thee To leaue his prey and lodge him in his Caue And let the deepe Diuine from dreaming flie To looke his leaues within his close Conclaue Each man saue I may some remembrance haue That gone is night and Phosphor draweth nie Beat not thy breast for mee poore sleepeles slaue To whom the Fat 's alternall rest denie But if thou wouldst bring truce vnto my teares Crow still for Mercie in my Mistris â—ares To PANDORA GO you o winds that blow from north to south Conuey my secret sighes vnto my sweet Deliuer them from mine vnto her mouth And make my commendations till we meet But if perhaps her proud aspiring sprit Will not accept nor yet receiue the same The brest and bulwarke of her bosome be it Knock at her hart and tell from whence you came Importune her nor cease nor shrinke for shame Sport with her curl's of Amber cullour'd haire And when she sighs immix your selues with thame Giue her her owne and thus beguile the faire Blow winds flie sighs where as my hart doth hanâ— And secretly commend me to my sanct To PANDORA IN Arcadie sometime as Sydne say's Demagoras a proud Lord did remaine In whom no thing I marke that merits prayse Saue that he seru'd Parthenia sweet with paine But when he found she lou'd him not agane With leprocie he did infect her face Which caus'd the constant knight for to complane But not to change his loue in any case Pandora faire his woose infect'd allace With leprocie of loathsome cold disdane Bred by my foe to further my disgrace Yet neither fayth nor fancie shall refrane Yea were her face deform'd as it is faire I should ay serue though I should ay dispaire Fortuna potes inuita fecisse beatum Quem velis To LITHOCARDIA A Very World may well be seene in mee My hot desires as flames of Fire do shine My sighes are ayre my teares the Ocean sea My steadfast fayth the solid Earth syne My hope my heauen my thoughts are stars diuine My ielosie the very pangues of Hell My sweete the Sainct to whom I do propine For sacrifice my seruice and my sell That hatefull Hagge who neere my Dame doth dwell My riuall foe my Loue the Sommer sweet My Spring-time my deserts which so excell And my Dispaires the Winter cold and weet But O allace no Haruest can I see Which spoyls my yeares maks me thus to die To ERANTINA WEll may I read as on a snowie sheet Of paper faire my fortune in thy face Since at my sight thine eyes are both repleit With loueles looks presaging but disgrace And thou into my visage wann allace May see in sad characters of my care Since neither ruth nor pittie can haue place A boundles Booke a volume of dispare Thus like a Glasse my face may well declare My loue to thee and with my loue my paine Thine show's againe though it be matchles faire Thy hatefull heart and vndeseru'd disdaine O antipathie strange to be susteind I loue my foe thou hats thy faithfull friend Vidi ego quae veneris falleudo iura resâ—suit Perfidiae penas saepe luisse graues To IDEA The Brethren three whose hot persut hath broght Death to them selues bondage to their land When as their foe before them fled they thoght The victorie was plac'd into their hand And yet his flight inferd no feare they fand For as they came hee slew them one and one A Parthian forme whose fight in fâ—ght doth stand For while they flie their foes are kild anone Euen so may I vnhappiest I complaine But pittie thus to serue a Parthian Dame Who shuns my sutes and makes my fancie fane With hosts of harm's for to pursue the same O sweet discord O sweet concord agane She flies to kill I chase her to be tane To IDEA FAire louelie Haebae Queene of pleasant Youth Who bore braue Nectar to the Gods aboue Whose glansing beames like Phaebus in the south Do both bewitch and burne my brest with loue O thou that wars the woundring world for woorth Whom Nature made to laugh her selfe to scorne More excellent then I can set thee foorth Whose like nor is nor shall againe be borne My flowing Songs I consecrate to thee Good reason were that they should all be thine Thy presence creats all those thoughts in mee Which mee immortall and maks thee diuine And such delight I haue with thee to stay As twentie Moones do seeme but halfe a day Et tua quod superest temporis esse precor To LITHOCARDIA THou who began by Menalus to mone And lay alone for to lament thy losse Amid those greene and grouie shads to grone Where Musidorus knew thee by thy voyce Thou hast of me a comfort in thy crosse With Princes proud if poore men may compare For why my cares suppose I keepe them close Ouermatcheth thine tho thy mishaps were mare Thy thuartring thoughts were drouÌ„d in deepe dispare Mine haue no hope for to be brought to pas Thy heart has hurt and mine of blis is bare Thou chang'd thy shape I am not what I was In end thou sped I ware my worke in vaine I loue allace and am not loued againe Speque timor dubia spesque timore cadis To LAIS SEe Deianira see how I am shent By that same Shirt which Nessus to thee gaue And thou againe to me by Lychas sent I am inflam'd flesh bons
his comming home Though I haue past as many storm 's as hee The last is worst and for thy loue I die Elegie to KALA. REed this and then no more this shal be last of all And should been first if now I could my publisht Rymes recall But they are gone abrod vpon the winges of Fame Na can the glyding Ocean waues put bounds vnto the same The spacious Continent Nor yet the bordering mane Can neither hâ—ld the woes nor vowes of my vnquiet vane Nor prayers nor the prayse which I haue pend for thee Which makes me thus for to be pind and thee so proud to bee This then shall be the last since first it can not bee For I haue waird alreadie els a world of words on thee But worlds Democrit said were infinite and so Thou looks to find infinites of worlds of words or moe No no my Poyems haue proclaymd thy prid my paine And I am wo that I haue waitd so many words in vaine For I haue dryd the braine of my inuention quit And neither conquered my desire nor purchast thy delight Lo then how I was led with Loue that Lordly elff That bred no pleasure vnto thee nor profet to my selff But as Phaeneus poore for Phisick sought in vaine And by his foe was cur'd when as hee hop'd hee had been slaine So thy disdains haue cur'd my hurt and vlcerd hart And I am weell against thy will but sense of old-felt smart To Sea with sweetest streams flows Hypanis the flood But Exampeus poysning well maks bad which erst was good And thus vnlike it selfe grow's Hypanis euen so Thy coy disdaine hath changd a friend into a fremmed so Thou sawst my dwining looks my scalding sighs and sobs Thou sawst my teare swolne eyes were full of liquid pearlie globs And yet as Nero proud when Rome was burnd did grow As glad as at a Comick sport and laugh to see the low So thou fals Tyran thou from turret of thy prid Thou smild at my mishaps as proud as braue as Neptuns brid But woorthy Phocion a Captaine braue and stout For these vnkind Athenians fought fourtie Batels out And yet was slaine by them and when he died 't is told Hee pray'd his Sone for to forgiue his death for kindnes old So though I be in poynt by thy disdaine to die My heart shall charge my houering hand to write no ill of thee For like Themistocles I rather drinke the Gall Then fight against my once good friend though now my loue be small Then sometime friend farewell this is my most reuenge To thinke no good to write no ill but last of all to change His Resolution of absence and farewell to Lithocardia FAire Dame adue for whom I dayly die And quicke and dead a martyr still remaine Now must I â—lit o fairest farre from thee And flie the force of vndeseru'd disdaine Since I haue weard my warbling Verse in vaine O Verse to be my sorows children borne Abortiue birth brought foorth with too much paine And recompens'd too much with too much scorne Since Lines and I and all are all forlorne Faire Dame receiue this last enforst adew For I shall see if Fates haue not forsworne If change of Nations natures can renew If tract of time if change of soyle or aire May helpe thy Loue or hinder my dispaire Quid loquor infaelix an non per sax a per igne Quo me cunque pedes ducunt meâ—s agra sequetur His Reconciliation to Lithocardia after absence O Lautia poore was glad when th' Amazon Queene of yore Receiu'd a Nosegay from her hand suppose shee smeld no more Cherillus heart was hois'd to highest heauens hee thought When Macedo ouer lookt his Lines suppose hee lik'd them nought So if thou take my Verse a louing poore propine Which ouer-shadowed with thy sight throughout the world shall shine If thou the sheet receiue though thou vnfold no folds Yet shall those hidden Lines be blith whilst thou their backs beholds And I poore hopeles soule thy weell affected man Shall be as blith as Cherill was or yet Olautia than Take then my faultles Sheet bedewd with mourning Inke And if thou wilt not view my Verse to know the thing I thinke Yet shall the Paper serue O faire and matchles Dame To be a Bottom to thy Silke or safftie to thy Seame But least my mourning Inke like Niobe's blacke tears Should blacke thy braue Mineruik worke whilst it thereto adhears Pine with thy snow-white hand the Verse before thy view That they may not infect nor foyle the farfet Silks faire hew And thou shalt see no more set downe before thy face For to reueale my endles woe but this one word Allace Allace allace allace Allace allace againe Ten thousand times allace allace can not expres my paine Allace I am thine owne na haue I hap to vew Heraclits flood of change thereby my nature to renew None knew of Hercules the poysoning deadly shafts But Philoctetes none but I complains conceals thy crafts Though thou hast faild to mee I am not false to thee I am thy Beadman day by day and bondman till I die And would to God thou hadst rich Amaltheas horne To yeeld what fruites thou list though I liue lightlied and forlorne Aeneas lost at Troy Creusa faire his wife And through and with ten thousand Greeks hee made a desperat strife And rooming vp and downe emboldned with dispaire Hee cryd aloud Creusa come but could not find her there And still he crid till time her pallid ghost anone Appeard and gaue him certaine signs that she was dead and gone So shall thy soule thy Ghost begin for to remoue And leaue to be within thy brest before I leaue to loue And when thy Ghost is gone and past th' Elisian lake No Dido shall complaine of mee nor suffer for my sake If Romans did returne in Arms of shining Steell Our Rubicon then were they deemd foes to the common weell But my returns to thee are full of loue and peace As witnesseth this iterat and oft said word Allace If I haue said too much let mee thy peace implore And my Epiloge with a sigh I seale and say no more Protesting since thou knows how I am sworne thine owne And how thy Vertues by my Verse throughout the world be known Thou wilt haue some remorse vpon my carefull case And let thy Courtasies conclude my long long-cri'd Allace To LAIS THe faire faced Woman and deformed Ape Hath Nature fram'd to want a taile wee see The sillie beast with her vnseemelie shape Seems well content and pleas'd that so should bee And yet the Woman striueth euen and morne To haue a taile and still in Naturs scorne But let it be for to supplie this want Each discontented whore should haue one taile What reason is 't since Nature knew them skant A pockie Punck with pluralties should deale This then is true which I obserue as sure A Beast hath more discretion then