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A19528
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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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as friends that fane wold see thy wrack Envy awaits on vertue as her slaue Yet still delights in digging vertues graue O pale Envy the ouldest childe of Pryd The Dame of Murther Treasons onely nurse Of glore the stane of squint-ey'd fraud the bryd The blesse of Hell and Heavens cheefest curse God grant my Lord be harmeles from thy hate Thy blood thy drink thine owne heart be thy meat TO JOHN EARLE OF MONTROSE first Vice-Roy of Scotland EPITAPH IF Rhadamanthus in th' Elisian field VVith Aeacus and Minos Judges bee And Gods over ghosts they all of due must yeeld For Pietie Truth Justice place to thee At least Montroes for Minos must command And beare his Scepter in the blessed land The Rapt of Proserpina SHall Ceres daughter still remane at hell Shall Pluto comb her eurling loks of amber Shall bewtie braue in loathsome bondage dwell And be imprison'd in a pitch-black chamber Ah sleuthfull Ceres thou art much to blame Thy negligence hath broght thy child to shame Proserpina hath bewtie both and wealth A pleasant prey entiseth many a theif Of bewtie rapt of riches must be stealth And from the hels we heare is no releif Proserpina is Plutoes wife it 's known The devill is black yet let him bruke his own Against Sycophants and Parasits FAlse Sycophant that wrongs the virteous name Proud Parasit thou poysons him that hear's thee And brings the absent to disgrace and shame Who neither cares for forged lies nor fear's thee When Titan shyns we see the vermin swarme Thou dwel'st at court because thou know'st it's warm False flattering foole thou art but friendships Ape Camelion-like thou changest every hew Saue white alone thou loath's an honest shape As cheef companion of the cursed crew Proud Trencher flee thy pansh once fild thou'ill goe And proue to him that feeds thee best a foe The praise of humilitie in his L. and Mr. IT seems me think a thing of small effect When Fortun frowns for to be meek and lowlie But he that can eies heart looks thoghts deject VVhen Fortun fauns is happie both and holie He looks like God and hath his makers show VVhose pow'r is much whose sprit is meek and low Of true friendship IN shaddie night the glow-worme shines like fire And yet no heat to frostie hand she lends In calme who swear's he lou's thee is a lier He 'ill shrink in storme and so his friendship ends Let Pythias then take Damon by the hand VVho for his friend in Fortuns stormes can stand TO THE MOST HONORABLE and religious Lord G. Earle Marschell great Commissionar of Scotland for his Majestie BRaue Cincinnatus from his house was broght To be Dictator in the towne of Rome Thou in this sort Religious Lord art soght Thy Princes place and seat for to assume He in a month put Rome to rest and peace And thou hast done much more in much lesse space Contempt of Death MEn seldome wish to die thogh nev'r so old This day of death they doe adjorne till morrow And by them all this fond excuse was told The life is sweete suppose they liue in sorrow Blind lame dumb leaf sick poore and more we see Men dam'd wold liue yet know they needs must die My wofull heart must weepe to see such fools As th'ould poore blind leame damd diseas'd deaf dum Broght vp and traind in Epicurus schools Can not beleeue there is a life to come God saies I haue a Crown of glore to giue thee Then call kill Crown for Lord I doe beleeue thee FINIS
And wilt thou needst sweet Sant be gone and so Bereaue south-Britan of so rare a blis Yes thou must go J see there is no stay And take ten thousand Thousand hearts away Take then my heart my better part with thee My wishes vow's my prayers all these all For J am thine devoted till J die And still shall beare the bloodie yock as thrall And when my head shall turne to hoarie gray The world shall see that I shall serue An Hay A DISSVVASION TO HIS friend from his intended mariage FAir famous I le where Zoroastres raign'd Where Bactru◠once the statelie cittie stood VVhich when th'ould name Artaspe was disdain'd VVas Bactria cal'd from fertill Bactrus flood VVhere some-time Ceter Arams sonne began Of thousand citties the foundation sure In thee the wyues abuse the maried man And both with slaue and stranger play the whoore The Dame with Distaff beats her yeelding Lord And for her pryde but punishment skaips free And poore Acteon dare not speak one word From Bactrian wyues the Lord deliver thee Nor lead a life infamous heart-brock thrall Far better were to wed no wife at all A DESCRIPTION OF A PARdond yet still vnrepenting proditor Plexirtus WHen false and proud Plexirtus did conspire His King and Lord Leonat to dethrone He found the fates were foes to his desire At last when all his bastard-hopes were gone A halter fair about his hals he tyes And on the Prince for pardon still he cryes The Clement King Leonat was contented To pardon all his faults and foull offences And yet we read the Rebell noght repented Saue that he could not practize his pretenses It 's pittie then the Prince can not perceaue Plexirtus was and will be still a knaue EPITAPH OF IOHN FIRST MARques of Hammilton BLest was thy life and blessed didst thou die Thy Oyle was burning and thy Lamp gaue light VVhen lifes prowd foe pale death did summond thee To render earth her due and heavens their right Thogh death did then thy soule and bodie sever Once thou shalt be conjoind and liue for ever Aliud HEre rests within this Tomb of truth th'vnm atched zeale The father the faithful friēd of Church cōmon wel In storme and calme inclind to doe his Kings command Of peace the parent child of Mars cheef glorie of the land FORTVNA SAEVO LAETA NEGOtio transmutat incertos honores STrange are the changes of this changing age The cloun turns knight the knight again turns colun Now is he Lord who was of late a page And he that threatned all is now thrown doun Thrise happie he whose heart can be content To serue his God in peace with sober rent To his afflicted friend IN wether fair and in a temperat spring The waikest bird with warbling songs will soare But in a srtome or winters rage to sing With mirrie notes deserues a praise much more Thy spring is gone thy winter growes O than Sing sweetlie now and shew thy selfe a man To his fortunate friend THe Fox and Kat were walking by the way As Aesop fains and lo for all his wits The Fox became to hungrie hounds a pray Whilst in a trie the Kat securlie sits Since Foxes false dear friend must fall and die Climb with the Kat and make the truth thy trie Vivitur parvo bene HE that can walk on ground that 's fair and plane Shall seldome fall or if he chance to fall He measures but his lenth he 'ill rise agane And haue no harme nor any hurt at all But he must fall of force that climbs too hie And if he fall it 's ten to one he 'ill die Heigh hoised sailes giue vantage to the srtome And if thy state be stately large and fair The farer mark for mischief to deforme With spightfull sport proud Fortun play 's her there Fair marks are hit with shots and shafts mischivous Which make the wounds more deep much more grievous Contented Codrus with his Cuntrie Dame Suppose his Farme were set on fire he fear 's not His wife and he will warme them with the flame Come what can come his compts are cast he cares not Jf want and wealth were alwaies at my will Away with wealth let me be Codrus still A Prayer for his imprisoned friend THe famous Persians had a forme we reed That if a Noble were condemd to dee They spar'd himselfe and hang'd his cloaths with speed Poore prisoner God grant the like to thee Vcalegon his house is set on fire A neighbor kinde wold quench lest it burne nyer When Pollio proud did to his feast requyre Augustus Caesar at a solemne time He needs wold kill a serving slaue in yre For breaking of a banquet glasse small crime But Caesar said poore slaue thou shalt not d ee Th' offence is naght feare is eneugh for thee To Idea for his long absence ATtilius ruler of the Roman host Beg'd leaue his wife and children deare to see His poore effairs he did performe with post And made returne with all the hast might bee He was for this no run-away but rather A loving husband and a faithfull father J haue like him wise Dame at home a wife With whom in peace the poasting hours I spend Yet will J loue thee whill J haue a life And till J die my loue shall never end My poore Adoes withdraw me oft from thee Yet where thou art my heart shall ever bee To eloquent Erantina CLeombrotus a Heathen man did heare Wise Plato with such reverence and respeck As for the loue he to his lessons beare He went abrod kinde man and brok his neck Thy charming words inchant me so that J Doe nothing now but mourne sigh weep and die To his absent and loving Lesbia DEare heart dear heart dear dear dear heart againe More dear then writ can shew or waxe can seale O! if thou knew the care the woe the paine I felt since last I tooke from thee fair-well The night in black chimerick thoghts I spend Ere Phlegon rise I wish the day to end The dark is lothsome and the day semes long Because alas J am not where thou art This is not mine but frowning Fortunes wrong Yet hope deare heart vp-holds my dying heart Look then for me before few dayes take end Till when my thoghts to thine I doe commend To absent Idea WIth puissant pow'r when princely Pompey went And made him for Pharsalic battell bowne With heavie hearts his sogeors did lament And oft look'd back to Rome their natiue towne Each in him selfe a civil combat felt To leaue the place wher friends wiues childrē dwelt I may for this be deem'd a Roman borne I am so full of kindnesse and of loue In deepest sort deare heart I dare be sworne My minde from thee no distance may remoue And for thy sake beare witnesse naked God I loue thy Bonus wherein thou mak'st abod To Idea at her bownes AH whither now sweet Sant art thou retired Souls-raviser alas