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A69157
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The pilgrime and heremite in forme of a dialogue, by Master Alexander Craig.
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Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.; Skene, Robert, fl. 1631.
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1631
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THE PILGRIME AND HEREMITE In forme of a Dialogue By Master Alexander Craig Imprinted in ABERDENE By EDWARD RABAN for David Melvill 1631. TO THE RIGHT HONOVRABLE WYSE AND VERtuouslie disposed Gentleman WILLIAM FORBES of TOLQVHON RIGHT HONOVRABLE HAving collected the dispersed and long neglected Papers of this subsequent Poësie the Posthumes of a worthie Penne for preserving them from perishing for the Perfections of the Departed maker of immortall memorie who was one of the Faythfull affectionate and re-affected Favourers of the honourable House of BAMFE wherevnto Your selfe and Yours by a faythfull Affection and affectionate Affinitie are vnseparably tied And also Sir for the singular and ever bound duetie wherevnto by many Obliedgements and vnspeakable Respects I ever acknowledge my selfe to be vnterminably tied to loue serue and honour You and Yours and to doe all that my possibilitie can performe to the eternitie of Your Name House and Honour Herefore Sir I haue taken the boldnes after the Author's expiring to publish and present his Papers to Your Honours Hands to passe vnder the Patrocinie and Protection of Your honourable Name Receiue therefore Sir this fatherles Orphane vnder the Shield and Shadow of Your powerfull protection courteous acceptation and as hee presenteth to Your view a wandring Pilgrime and a retired Heremite both Despisers of the fleeting Pleasures and flitting Ritches of this wretched World whervpon most wretchedly so many doe doate So Sir let the same call vs to mynd what we are here and what we should ayme to bee heereafter that as wee are Pilgrimes on earth wee may bee Citizens in Heaven this being our way but Aboue our natiue Countrey here our travell there our rest heere our race there our prize heere our fight there our triumph here our seed-time there our harvest and as wandring Pilgrimis here our Innes only from whence we must remoue but there our home and mansion place wherein we must remayne In this estate then Sir let worldly things be but our Viaticum which we should vse as if we vsed them not and let vs neyther be cloyed with their loue nor clogged with their cares but seeke those things that are aboue to temper the edge of our eager distractions about many thinges with Martha let vs with Marie consider that one thing which is necessarie and requite in some measure that loue which CHRIST IESVS hath carried and kythed towards vs not as this poore Heremite was with disdayne of her whom hee affected but with mutuall tender affection and a Christian care to keepe His Commandements whereby we shall gayne to our selues more than the greatest Conquerours or busiest Worldlings could ever acquire even a glorious Kingdome and a Crowne incorruptible To the advancement whereof Sir both of you and yours after manie and happie dayes heere as my earnest Petition to GOD shall bee so in all other thinges I haue vowed to remayne Your Honours in all serviceable and obsequious duetie ROBERT SKENE THE PILGRIME AND HEREMITE In forme of a Dialogue WHen pale Ladie LVNA with her lent light Through the dawning of the Day was driven to depaâ—â— And the cleare christall Sky vanished the Night And the red morning rose from the right airt Long ere the fond Childe with Whip in his hand From his slight sleepe awoke to lighten the Land Twixt the Night and the Day In my sleepe as I lay Amidst my Dreame this fray And fairlie I fand Apparelled as a Pilgryme with Staffe in mine hand Foorth the day as I went vndriven bout a guyde Mee thought in a laigh Lay a cleare Streame a Strand A broade Bush of Birke trees by a Brooke syde And hoping some Heremite made there repare As fast as my feete might forward I fare Through a Wood as I sought To a Bush was I brought Which Nature her selfe wrought Withoutten airts lare Through the Wood as I went halfe will of waine A Cell to my sharpe slght can shortlie appeare A quyet and a colde Caue a Cabine of stone I drew me darne to the doore some din to heare And as I lent to my Lug this well I heard How long shall I lonthed liue I loue bout reward And when I knew by the din Some wight was therein To waxe bolde I begin And no perill spar'd As I went through the floore of that colde Caue I well espyed in the barke where the noyse sounded An hoarse hoarie Heremite grieved and graue Whose bâ—yling Breast naught but blacke baâ—le abounded Whose colour countenance and pale deadlie hew His whole hidden Harmes there and griefes foorth shew Whose tumbling teares bout cease Lyke floods flowed over his face With manie long lowde alace And sad sighes anew Yet stoutlie hee start by and stared in my face And craved how I there came or who was my guyde By Fortune quod I thus fell the case Through the wild way as I went I wandered asyde And by a private plaine path I came to this Wood Wherein I wist well some Heremite was hid But since I am heere brought If that I offended ought By the Blood that mee bought I 'll obey as yee bid A Pilgryme quod hee you seeme by your weede And a strayed stranger if I right weine But since you are heere come so GOD mot mée spéede Thou art welcome to such as you haue héere seene But yet of my treatment I trow yee shall tyre For neyther haue I Meate Drinke good Bed nor Fyre On raw Rootes is my Food I drinke of the fresh Flood On Fog and greene Grasse good All night lyes my lyre Then helde I the Heremite with faire wordes anew And for his franke offring great thankes I him gaue And when I well tryde that his tale was all trew The cause of his comming there shortlie I craue The cause of my comming heere Pilgryme quod hee And with that the salt teares fell in his eye Alace it s for the loue of ane For whose sake thus I am slaine A Martyr héere I remaine By fatall decrée In faith friend quod I then I saw by thy song When at the colde Caue doore darned I stood Some Sainct of the Shée sexe had wrought thee all this wrong And thou hadst long lived in loue and yet vnlov'd And of the long letter this last line I heard How long shall I lothed liue I loue bout Reward Whereby I well knew That thy Dame was vntrue Thy pale and wan how Foorth shew thou wasst snat'd Alace quod the Heremite I lived once to loue But now drowned in Despare I see my death diest Though both Will and Wit would I may not remoue I lye in the links of Loue fettered so fast And all my Care-séeming-Swéets are so mixt with Sowrs That each moment almost appeareth ten hours Thus liue I héere alone In this colde Caue of stone As next neighbour vnto none But Trees Fowls and Flowrs And thus in my darke Den I mynde to remayne As bound Bead-man to Her that workes all my