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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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STC 5957; ESTC S105267
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woe Till Death with his Dart come put mee from payne Else Atropus cutting quyte the Threed in two And on the greene growing Barke of each blooming Tree This Diton indorsed shall well written bee In sorrow and sight slayne For Her heere I remayne Who lykes of another ane Much more than of mee Fond Heremite quod I then thy loue would appeare Too high to bée placed aboue thy degree And thy fond foolish hope frozen with feare And Fortune thy Olde Friend thy New Enemie For shee whom thou best lovest as thy selfe sayes As reasonlesse and ruethlasse respects thee nowayes Thy syle is her sight Thy duill her delight And thy payne to despight Shee pleasantlie playes Whereby it well séemes thy labour is lost And vnto thy graue thou it goe ere thou get her Mad man why mak'st thou thyne enemie thy hospe Die not a foole man for Gods sake forget her For put case in hope to obtayne thy desyres Thou die heere for want of Bed Food and Fyres Then who shall bee seene To louk thy dead Eine And intombe thee I weine As custome requyres Leaue then thy Heremitage and this colde Caue And liue no more in loue since thou art not lov'd But follow mee and take part as I haue Companie and counsell may doe thee some good For Don-Diëgo had died in Desart Wert not Rodorico did him there convert Thus it may fall so That I thy Rodorico May finde ease to thy woe And heale thy hurt Heart Speake Pilgrime quod hee of thinges that may bee Or that hath appearance to take some effect For such is my faintnesse I want force to flee Loue Fortune Death haue given such a checke Betwixt Wit and Will there is great debate The one with the other stryving for the state Flee Loue quod my Wit Stay sayes my Will yet So I byde so I flit So I loue so I hate But where thou wouldst seeme to salue all my sore And by thy strait statutes to stay all my sturt Meddle with that matter good Pilgrime no more Since all mine health hangeth on her that mee hurt The Coalâ— that mee burnes to the bone will I blow Though Liver Lungs and Lights fly vp in a low Since shee doeth decree it That I die so bee it I long till I see it Let Death bende his Bow Uayne wretch quod I then cast off thy vowed Weedâ— And wander no more in this wilde Wildernesse It may bee thy Mistres that deare Dame bee dead For whose swéete sake daylie that diest in distresse Perchance before that thou her againe see By vote of the Wan-weirdâ— that buried shee bâ—â— Or put case thy Dame deare Hath chosen a new Pheare Thou wouldst despare to see her That so lightlies thee Or contrarywyse good Heremite suppone Thy Mistres this moment hath good minde of thee And for thy long absence maketh great moane And from her heart wisheth her leile loue to see Saying in her selfe Would God I wist where My poore pyned Patient doeth make his repare Wist I well so I thryue That hee were yet alyue I should bee no wights wyue For ten yeares and maire Conceit with thy selfe good Heremite I pray If thy Dame bee dead thou wéep'st but in vaine Thou art a starke Stocke heere still for to stay And mourne for the losse that mendes not thy moane For if shee some other respect more than thee What grace canst thou get in duill heere to die Or wouldst thou thy trueth Should reape reward of rueth Why slipst thou so with sleuth The thing that may bee Good Pilgrime saide hee then of these two I see As you seeme to conclude the one must bee true Shee loathes or shee loues a mids may not bee As to my paines I may prooue by signes anew For my beloved Loue my deare daintie Dame Despiseth those Elements which spell my poore Name UUoe is mee if I mint To forge Floods from the Flint My true travell shall bee tint Such Friendship to frame But you would say that Death drierie Death Perhaps hath abrogate my deare Dames dayes To looke for a long lyfe then must I bee loath Whom each froward frowne else of Fortune affrayes And since alyke for her loue I haue tane such payne I care not a cuit for her sake to bee slayne I shall not séeme for to shrinke Of Death for hey death to drinke Whose swéete Eyes with a winke May reviue mee agayne Let this then applease thee good Pilgrime I pray That no presence absence no distance of place No fond toyes no new frayes no tyme no delay No bad chance no new change nor contrarie case No not the fierce flames that Fortune can spit Shall make my firme fixed sayth or fancie to flit Yea let her fléete let her flow Let her doe what shee dow To gar my griefe aye grow I shall bee true yet Good Heremite for trueth tolde I oft tymes haue heard The leilest in loue commeth aye the worst spéede And hee that deserues well to reape best reward For firme sayth and friendship shall finde nought but feide Take tent to the tales tolde of true Troyall Knight And hee that hanged him selfe if I reade right Yea though thy sute thou obtayne With one word tint agayne Short pleasure long payne With duile day and night But since thou delightest to liue still in loue Advyse thee on this well Bee never too true Though thou sweare and say thy mynde shall not moue For Orphus take Protus to change aye thy hew Was not great Ioue turn'd in a Showre in a Fyre In a Swan in a Bull t' obtayne his desyre For hee that loues lighliest Bee sure hee shall speede best And hee that loues without rest Shall surely get ill hyre Wherefore in loue if that thou wouldst come speede Thou must flee fayth bee facile false vntrue Ere thou prevayle right so farre as I reide There must bee a sympathie twixt her and you For I demand How can right Concord bee Whyle you are true and shee both false and slee Shee lykes well another sho Then choose new and change too And if you well doe Bee as false as shee Alace quod the Heremite too late I spye the right And wronged with woe still wrongly I frame I know that in loue my Ladie proues but light And if that I were wyse I would doe the same But fayth and her remembrance martyres mee maire Than did her presence perfect mee when I was there For whyles grieved I greete Whyles I mourne till wee meete And some tymes my poore sprite Dies drowned in despare And whyles in a rage I reckon with my sell And to and fro dispute to dash my desyre Halfe dead in Desart heere why should I dwell And pyne with payne wanting Bed Food and Fyre Why doe I lose youths pryme without all gayne Or why mourne I for her that kéepes Disdayne And when that I conclude To burne Habite and Hood Yet doe I not dde it My Uow is
yet by East Espies no Calmes but Mercie-wanting Stormes Pretending Death in blacke and vglie Formes I grouelinges on the Ocean of my pride Did misregard each true and loving Sute So mante sude for favour on each side Which made my Seede to yeelde much barren Fruite Though I bewaile as nowe it bringes no buite Sighes Teares and Uowes and all are waird in vaine Since nothing can redéeme thy life againe Aye mee alace Alace and waile-away Deare Heert poore Heart what restes for thy behoue Since I procur'd thy death by my delay And did mistrust my true and constant Loue Now shall my death thy present death approue Though whilst thou liv'd to loue thee I was loath Yet I am thine beyonde the date of death Then let mee die and bid Delight adue Since my delight is with thee dead and gone The comming Age shall say thy Thisv◠true Was constant still and lov'd but thee alone Wee both shall lye vnder one Marble stone One Graue in ende shall ende our fatall griefe Which yeeldes mee nowe in point of death reliefe Since yesterday may not bee brought againe And Wronges may bee repented not recall'd I will no more in veigh on Death in vaine But make all Womens cowrage to bee bolde And in the Tymes to come it shall bee tolde Though thou till death didst serue and honour mee I after death haue sought and followde thee And Pilgrim◠nowe I praye and I protest Before I ende this last exequall Act Let mee bee bolde to make this small Request That for thy vmwhile Friend◠some paines thou take First In this place a private Graue gar make And let vs lye interd conjunctlie there Where nought but Fawnes and Satyres make repare Next When thou comst into my natiue Land Wherein my Loue and louelesse I was borne If anie of our Tragicke death demand With Pittie speake I praye and not with Scorne This Practicks rars which seldome was beforne Which when my deare and loving Friendes shall heare My Tragicke ends will cost them manie a Teare Thus endeth her Complaynt And so when that rare Pearle departed out of paine Upon the colde dead Corpse of her leile Loue Unto my else hurt Heart did heape Harmes againe And layde new weight on my brast Breast aboue To see him and her gaspe still no wrisht my care I wist not whom to helpe him or her there While I stoode in this doubt The Heremite lookt out And gaue a faint shout Twixt hope and despare This is the Worldes most wondrous worthie Might Most matchlesse of all that may on molde moue Halowed bee the Heavens that showde mee this sight And lent mee this light to looke on my leile loue Now am I glad and vngriev'd to Graue though I goe Thy travell and toyle doeth reward well my woe For wilt thou belieue mee My Maker mischieue mee If thou canst agrieue mee I still loue thee so I come quod the Cleare then to cure all thy care Though the Faites had forsworne to fang thee my Feire Bee biythe then my deare heart and mourns thou no maire For Peace saith the Proverbe puts end to all weire Goe leaue then thy Hermitage and thy cold Caue Where Wolfe Lyon wilde Beare thy blood still doe craue And with the good God's grace Thou shalt in a short space For all thy losse stnde release And first Health receiue Then franklie the Frieke fuire with her helpe and mine And to her Palfray hee past although with great paine And tooke on that swéet Sainct that méeke Iem divine That miracle which gods made as next vnto naine Then blythlie the Bairue blent and hyde hastie Hame Throgh shéene Shawes donke Dailes with his deare Dame And so with Adew dry Through the Wood could they hye As wee twind they and I I woke of my Dreame Heere endeth the fatalitie of the loyall Lover Soliphereus and of his sweete Ladie Polyphila The Poëme AS perfect Poets eye-tymes haue tane paine And search'd the Secrets of each high Engyne By base and lowlie Subjects to exclaime High Mysteries both morall and divine Even so into this worthlesse Worke of mine Which at Friends bidding boldlie I set foorth Some things may séeme obscure though little worth For as the Heremite leaues his dearest Dame And takes delight in colde Desart to dwell Syn◠of his Lot and of him selfe thinkes shame And still despaires and still doeth loathe him sell So wretched man exchanging Heaven with Hell Forgetting GOD in Darknesse doeth remaine And still despaires to get Reliefs againe And as the painfull Pilgryme now and than With Arguments and pithie reasons strong Would faine reduce the Heremite if hée can And make him to beholde his woefull wrong And as the Woods and savage Beastes among So with him bydes and recomforts his Care Syne holds him vp from dying in Despare And as in ende hée mooues him for to wryte Syne showes his Sutes vnto his Mistres Eyes Wherein yée sée shée tooke no small delyte Because in him some signe of Trueth shée stes Shée cures his Cares and all his sicke Disease Yea heales his hurt and heartlie by the hand Shée home-ward leades him to her natiue Land So sinfull man first by the helpe of Faith Despiseth Sinne repents and sore doeth pray That GOD in Mercie would avert His wrath And make His bred displeasure to decay And when the sicke converted would away From worldlie ease with haste hee maketh speede Then comes the LORD to helpe His owne at neede Hee cures our cares Hee helpes vs to bee haile Hee makes our sorie Soules for to rejoyce If wee in Him confyde Hee will not faile To free vs from the force of all our Foes And at the last with great disgrace of those That loving LORD shall take vs by the Hand And with Him leads vs to the HOME LAND FINIS Orpheus Fiddle * or without * For bout vnderstand without