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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19527	The poeticall essayes of Alexander Craige Scotobritane Seene and allowed.	Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.	1604 (1604)	STC 5958; ESTC S105268	18,837	46

Least Mydas-like a man may turne each thing by tuch in golde False Eriphile now regards but greeid of gaine And will betray Amphiaraus to get a golden chaine The Belidean Dames in number fiue times ten There is no Hypermnestra now will kill their maried men False proud Polinices will Theban crowne possesse And banish poore Eteocles gainst parents will expresse And proud Plexirtus too Leonats bastard brother Makes Tydeus striue with Tolenor and one to kill the other Vrania Klaius sturs with Strephen still to striue Nor can the Prince of Macedon find Musidor online Thus looke from sex to sex no fayth nor truth remains Crow's flee but where the Carion lyes worldlings go for gains I speak not now allace by speculation vaine A practique in my persone past procurs my peereles paine For why I som-time had a Mistres and a Freind She fals falte frequent to that sex hee les woorth nor I weind She limping Vulcan still admits in Mauors bed Hee like a subtill Sinon goes in Damons liuerie cled Shee Pluto black for me doth in her bed imbrace Hee but a caus hath cast me off O carecontryuing case Was thou not once to mee Pandora deir and sweit Till thou vntyed the balefull box with painefull plages repleit And was thou not againe a Kallias vnto mee But foolish Alcibiad I to trust so much in thee Then Som-time Freind farewel farewell my late lost Loue A Lais light a Sinon fals thus maks mee to remoue Betwix this doolefull deuce how can my dayes indure Sence he hath playd the hypocrit and shee the hatefull hoore And yet for kindnes old I will conceyl your names And make your conscience black a Iudge to both your secret shames And sence both thou and thou haue thus contriu'd my fall Dis keeps my Dame Dis katch my freind make me free of all SONET I Some time had a Mistres and a Freind Shee fair hee good and louely both to mee But both are wax'd vnwoorthier nor I weind Deceitfull shee and most vnconstant hee Thus for each lyne I giue my selfe a lye That heretofore in to their praise I pend Hee shee and I are alwayes chayng'd all three They first I last and thus our Loues must end Trew Friends allace lyke blackest Swans are rare And fayrest faices full of most deceat This causes mee alone for to regreat And from each eye to wring a bloodie teare And since no sex beneath the Sunne is trew False friend fareweell faire facill Dame adew To his Calidonian MISTRIS THemistocles after a great Victorie by nauall Battell came to visite the slaughtered bodyes of his Enemies and found by the Sea side many Iewels and Chaynes scattered Then said he to his freind who then by chaunce followed him Gather these spoyles for thou art not Themistocles This worthles Epistle like a loose or neglected Iewell though the wise and woorthy Themistocles ouerpas I pray thee sweete Mistes peruse and preserue least it perish sence too and for thee it is done when I am absent or dead it may breed thy delight and make thee haplie remember thou once had A louing and kind man CRAIGE TO HIS CALIDONIAN MISTRIS WHEN I remember on that time that place Where first I fix'd my fansie on thy face The circumstances how why where and whan My Mistres thou and I became thy Man Whilst I repeat that proces full of paine How first we met and how we twind againe Our sweete acquaintance and our sad depart It breedes a sea of sorrowes at my hart And yet for all these sorrowes I susteine With sigh swolne hart and teares bedewed eyne As I haue lou'd so shall I loue thee still Vnto the death hap either good or ill And now I sweare by that true loue I owe thee By all the sighs which day by day I blow thee By all the verse and charming words I told thee By all the hopes I haue for to beholde thee By all the kisses sweete which I haue reft thee And all the teares I spent since last I left thee That absence helps not hinders my desire And sets new force and Fagots to my fire Each thing that chance presents and lets me see Brings arguments and bids me thinke on thee For when they told me of that wrathfull flame Which from the high and holy heau'n downe came On Pauls faire Church and that cloud-threatning Steeple And how it flam'd in presence of the people Then with my selfe thought I this fire was quensht But mine endures and by no tears is drensht And were not hope accrestis with desire I had long since consum'd amid this fire And when I viewd those walles of Farnhame sayre Where Lamuel with his Lady made repaire I layd me downe beside the ditch profound Where Guineuer dispairing Dame was dround And fell on sleep vpon that fatall brinke And still on thee sweete hart I dreame I thinke And were it not that by the tract of time The well was full with earth with stone and lime There had I drownd and by my fatall fall Made end with her of loue and life and all Yet halfe asham'd least curious eyes should finde me I went away and left huge teaires behind me And when I spide those stones on Sarum plaine Which Merlin by his Magicke brought some faine By night from farr I-erne to this land Where yet as oldest Monuments they stand And though they be but few for to behold Yet can they not it is well knowne be told Those I compard vnto my plaints and cryes Whose totall summe no numers can comprise Olde Woodstocks wrackes to view I was despos'd Where Rosamond by Henrie was inclos'd The circuits all and wildesome wayes I view The Laberinth and Cliffords fatall Clew And where those time-worne monuments had beene Where nought remaines but ruines to be seene Yet in my hart moe wracks moe wayes I fand Then can be made by any humane hand And all these wondrous wonders which I see Makes me but wonder more and more on thee That thou be well both day and night I pray And for thy health once I carrouse each day From pype of Loame and for thy saike I souke The flegm-attractiue far-fett Indian smouke Which with my braine and stomach beares debate And like the lethall Aconite I hate That poysning potion pleasant seems to mee When I determe it must be drunke for thee From Venus sports I doo indeed abstaine Nor am I now as I was woont so vaine Chast Dians laws I do adore for good Who kild her loue Orion in the flood Drunke Bacchus maits I hold for none of mine I taste no Celtic nor Iberian Wine Looke on my Lyns Lyoeuns none they smell But Helicons poore streams where Muses dwell For all those rare delights which England yeilds Of faces faire of braue and fertill feilds For all the pleasurs which our Court frequent Such as mans heart would wish or witt inuent Yet I protest I rather begg with thee

Then be sole King where seau'n were wont to bee But when my Freend thy berar spurd with pane The Poist to see this Chalkie shoare agane And brought thy symboll discolor of new With commendations kind but not anew I ask'd him how thou was hee shooke his head What man quoth I and is my Mistres dead No answerd hee but seik deir freend Quoth I Thou know's I loue I pray thee make no lye In faith but seik and is no doubt err now As weell sayd hee as ather I or yow This hee affirmd with solem oaths anew And yet allace I doubt if they be trew Here where the Pest approacheth vs so narr To smoother breath before wee be aware For at the gates of our most royll King Corrupted Carions lie O fearefull thing Yet feare I still for thee my loue is such And for my selfe I feare not halfe so much And now I feare these fears ere it be long Will turne to Agues and to Feuers strong Long are my nights and dolefull are my dayes Shott sleeps long waks and wildsom are my wayes Sadd are my thoughts sowr sighs and salt my tearis My body thus els waik both wayns and wearis For losse of Calice Marie Englands Queene Had sighs at hart and teai●● about her eyne When I am dead caus r●● my hart sayd shee And in the same shall ●●●●ce writen bee Die when I will thy name shall well be knawne Within my 〈◊〉 ●oods characters drawne But if faire Dame as yet on liff thou bee This Papyre then commends my loue to thee And if thy life by wrathfull weirds be lost Chast Laura then thy Petrarch loues thy ghost And yet any hopes assures mee thou art weell And in these hopes a comfort hidd I feell This for the time sweet hart that thou may kno I leaue thy man and loue but thee and so Till by thy wreat I know thy further will I say no more but sigh and seals my Bill SONET FRom this Abydos where I duyne and die And sore God know I against my hart remaine I wreat with wo sweet Sestian Saint to thee And blacke this Paper with the Inck of paine No waltering waues of Neptune moone-mou'd maine Nor Hellesponts impetuous contrare tyde No Sea nor Flood no stormie Wind nor Raine Are lets or batrs that from thy boun●● I bide My wayes allace doth ielous Argus keepe And I am not acquent with Mercur's skill To lull and bring his watching eyes asleepe That I may wish and thou may haue thy will Yet till we meet a constant Hero proue And whill I liue thou art Leanders Loue. CRAIGE To the Kings most Royall Maiestie 1. SONET KInd Attalus in Annals old wee reid Was King of Pe●●ame by the Romans ayde Hee long time brookt the same but foraine feid Which made those noble Romans to be glad And yet becaus hee had no heyrs 't is sayd Hee to those foresayd Romans did resigne His Diadem and Crowne and what he hade Hee gaue to them that erst made him a King Hade I been made no Poet S. but Prince Of fertill bounds for Parnase bare and dry Your Grace had gott my Crowne and all long since For I laik heyrs and none more kind then I. To vse thee sweet inchanting Poets vaine You gaue mee Reuls I giue you Ryms againe 2. SONET ANACREON two dayes two nights did watch Till he return'd Policrates againe These Talents two which hee receiud fond wratch To wake for wealth and pinch him selfe with paine But contrare wayes I saikes soull am slaine I wake for want and not for wealth allace My voyce is hoatse with cryes dry is my braine Yet get I not the smallest graine of grace A Cythared though poore did sweetly sing Caus Dionise did promise him reward And thus to thee I wreat most gratious King In hope thy Grace will once my greiffs regard And by my Penthy prayses shall be spred From rysing Sunn to his Hespereanbed Non omnis moriar CRAIGE To the Author WHY thought fond Grece to build a solid fame On fleeing shades of fables passing vaine Why did herself-deceauing fansie dreame That none but shee the Muses did maintaine Shee sayd these sacred Sisters did remaine Confind within a Craig which there did lie That great Apollo selfe did not disdaine For that rough Palace to renounce the skie That there a Well still drawne but neuer dry Made Lay-men Poets eir they left the place But all were ta'ls which Fame doth now bely And builds vp Albions glore to their disgrace Lo here the CRAIGE whence flow's that sacred Well Where Phoebus raigns where all the Muses dwell Ro Aytone