â—lion sticke and stone Right so might I if weerâ—s had not withstand In dolefull dreames foreseene the fall I fand Quid tuneam ignere tuncâ— taâ—â—â—â—â—â—ia dâ—wers To IDEA LAst yeare I drew faire Dame by very chance Thy Noble name amongst a number moe Glad was my soule to see the weirds aduance The happy hazard of my fortune so And proud thereof vpon my pate I plac'd thee With anagram's and Sonets sweet I grac'd thee But now wise Dame behold a wonder strange Which both I wish thee to beleeue and heare I am so loath where once I choose to change That in my heart thou harbours all this yeare Then from a Hat I drew thee err I saw thee Now from my hart it is my doome to draw thee Why should I hazard what I haue so sure Or scrape thy name into a scuruie Scrowle O thou art writ in blood's characters pure Within the center of my louesick soule Let others try a fortune blind and beare thee Both on my head in my heart I 'le weare thee To KALA. BLind Loue allace and Ielosie vndoo That constant heart which I bequeath to thee I loue thee most and am most ielous too By this I liue by that vndone I die Not that I thinke a fickle change can bee Where vertue dwels but that mine owne vnworth Is worse then twentie riuall foes to mee My base estate these bastard thoughts brings foorth O were my moyane equall to my minde Or were my wealth as great as my goodwill Could I commaund the costlie Iles of Jude Thou shouldst be weell and I should feare no ill Then Fortune Fates all yee Gods aboue Enlarge my luck or els make les my loue Venit amor grauius quo serius vrimur intus Vrimur et secum pectora vulnus habent To PANDORA WHile gathering in the Muses garden flowrs I made a Nosegay which perfum'd the aire Whose smell shall sauour to times latest hours And shall for ay adorne thee cruel faire I laide mee downe vpon the grassie greene Where I beheld fruit's flowr's and hearbs anew Foorthspred by Flora glorious Sommers Queene Whereon the calme and gentle Zephir blew On haughtie hils which Giant-like did threat To pearse the heauens with their aspiring head Grew war-like Firs strong Oaks Ceeders great Whose shaddie boughs the leauâ—e groues ou'rspred Thus high and low I looked where I lay Yet neither fruite nor flower was like my Hay To KALA. WHen silent night had spred her pitchie vaile On all the parts of Vestais fruitfull lace And horned Luna pensiue fad and paile Was at thy presence darkned with disgrace Thinke comely Kala with what kind embrace Wee shew the secrets of our sigh-swolne soule How strict a bond we ty'd in litle space Which none but heau'ns haue credit to controulâ— Sweet Shippardes thinke on thy Loue-sick swane Whose life whose all doth on thy loue depend Let nought saue death deuide vs two againe And let our loues euen with our liues take end And when I cease for to be true to thee Breath vanish in the winds and let mee die Dij preter hoc iuheant vt euntibus ordine fatis Jlla meos oculos comprimat atque suos To his Riuall and LAIS AS thou art now so was I once in grace And thou wast once disgrac't as now am I. O wonderous chaunce o cruell contrarie case O strange discord yet greeing harmonie I once was lou'd thou loath'd but now espie How I am loath'd and thou art lou'd alone In this the wheele of Fortune you may try I raignd thou had no raigne thou raignes againe Then happie thou if so thou might remaine But fayth thou must come downe there is no dout And thou must be a partner of my paine The nixt must needs haue place his time about Els fortunes wheele should whirle about no more Nor Lais faire be fals as of before Turpius est pulchra nam meretrice nihil Farewell to LAIS Thou fawns faire nimph for frindship at my hand And sayes thou seeks no more of worldly blis But feid forgot that friendship true may stand And cryes met mercie if thou made amis But harke my heart and trust mee wee l in this I can not loue a faigned friend no no Since I am so acquaint with Judas kis Shape not my sweet for to deceiue me so For I haue read in Stories old of two Zethius and Amphion did discord Till time Amphion musicke did forgo Which by his fellow was so much abhord Thy sute my sweet is seasond with such â—als We shall not friend so long as thou art fals Non amo te fateor quid enim simulare accesse est A sparing farewell to KALA. FOnd Celuis some time in a foolish vaine Would needs applie emplasters to his foot And would as sick men doe sigh weepe plaine And make the world beleeue he had the Gout And by this custome which he had wee reed Dissembling Celuis tooke the Gout in deed How many broyls betwixt vs two haue beene Which I oft times of purpose would deuise That in that sort our loue should scape vnseene And vndeuulged in a darke disguise But fayth that custome hath deceiu'd mee so That in effect I am thy fremcast foe When first our Loue was in the pleasant prime Thou lou'dst mee well I lou'd thee well againe But heere behold the strange effects of time My fire turns frost thy loue turns cold disdaine Yet time may friend which made vs foes til whan I wish thee weell but am no more thy man Nâ—mque vbi non amor est vbi non miscentur amoris Suauia nil lauti nilque leporis inest A wrathfull farewell to KALA. THe whitest Siluer drawes the blackest skore In greenest Grasse the deadly Adder lowrs The fairest Sunne doth breed the sharpest showrs The fowlest Toads haue fairest Stons in store So fairs'd of Loue and woe is mee therefore In greenest Grasse lies hid the stinging Adder In fairest shining Sunne the fowlest wadder A precious Pearle plac'd in a poysning Pore Shall I supp sweet mixt with so sowre a fals Or drinke the Gall out of a Siluer pot Or shall I cast on libertie a knot Al 's fast al 's lows al 's lowse al 's fast ay fals No I beseech the Gods that rule aboue They let me neuer leue and euer I loue Durius in terris nihil est quod viuat antantâ— Nec modo si sapias quod minus esse velis To PENELOPE WHen Tyndaris was broght from Troy againe and princely Pergam leueld with the ground And fatfed earth with Phrygian flesh was faine Through shallow furrs faire fruit's for to refound The facund wise Vlisses most renound By fatall answers was foretold wee find That he should not in deadlie deep 's be dround Although withheld with many contrar wind Yet that vnhappy and that bastard brat That Parricid which from a farre should come Telegonus whom he with Circe gat Should kill his father at
THE AMOROSE Songes Sonets and Elegies Of M. ALEXANDER CRAIGE Scoto-Britane Imprinted at London by William White 1606. Prima velim teneris intendat amoribus aetas Et canat ad Cytharam nostra camena suam Molle meum Leuibus cor est penetrabile telis Et semper causa est cur ego semper amo Vitantur venti pluuiae vitantur et estus Non vitatur amor mecum tumuletur oportet TO THE MOST GODLY VERTVOVS BEAVTIFVLL and accomplished PRINCESSE meritoriously dignified with all the Titles Religion Vertue Honor Beautie can receiue challenge afforde or deserue ANNA by diuine prouidence of Great Britane France and Ireland Queene ALEXANDER CRAIGE wisheth all health wealth and royall felicitie GReat Tamburlan cloaked his fantasticall crueltie hee exercised on Lazars and Leprous men with a foolishe kind of humanity putting all he could find or heare of to death as he said to rid them from so painefull miserable a life Though my Poyems incomparably bountifull incomparablie beautifull and so peerelesse Princesse be painefull to me and vnpleasant to the delicat Lector shall I with Tamburlan destroy them or like a cruell Althea consume with fire the fatall Tree kill mine owne Meleager and so inhumanlie cut off mine owne birth I gaue life to my Lines and shall I now become their burreau O liue my deformed Child some other hand shall commit thee to Phaeton or Deucalions mercie then mine Though Anaxagoras resolued to die yet for Pericles his Maisters sake he tooke courage liues Your royall God-mother poore Rymes hath saued your life yet am I not like Hercules who thâ—â—w Ionius in the Sea that by the violence of wind waue the carkas might be caried to foraine shoares for propagation of his fame I hunt not for fame nor print I those Papers for prayses but to pleasure your Princely eyes with varietie of my vaine inuentions Megabysus going to visit Apelles in his worke-house stoode still a long timâ— without speaking one word and then began to censure of Apelles works of whom he receiued this rude nipping checke So long as thou held thy peace thou seeâ—medst a wise man but now thou hasâ— spoke and the wotst Boy of my â—oppe thinkes thee a foole I am â—old diuine Ladie to borrow thy blessed name to beautifie my blotted Booke and haue seâ—â— those Poems like Apelles Pictures through the world nor doe I care since it is your Princely pleasure to protect them the foolish iudgement of Megabysus Syrannes the Persian Prince answered those who seemed to woonder why his negotiations succeeded so il wheÌ„ his discourses were so wise that he was onely maister of his Discourses but Fortune mistris to the succes of his affaires My Sonnets Songes are gracious Princesse for the most part full of complaints sorrow and lamentations The reason is I was maister of my Verses but Fortune Mistris of my Rewards When Thetis courted Iupiter and when the Lecedemonians sende Legates to the Athenians they put them not in minde of the good they had done them but of the benefites they had receiued of them Your Maiesties munificens and frequent benefites bestowed vpon mee haue headlong impelled mee to propine this worthlesse worke to your Royall view Happie beyonde the measure of my merit shall I bee if I can purchase this portion of your Princely approbation as to accept and entertaine these triuiall toyes where your Grace shall smell Flowes to refresh Hearbes to cure and Weedes to be auoyded in the lowest degree of least fauour But howsoeuer wishing your Highnes as many happie yeares as there be wordes in my Verses and Verses in my worthles Volume I am Your Maiesties most obsequious Orator Alexander Craige Scoto-Britan Epistle generall to Idea Cynthia Lithocardia Kala Erantina Lais Pandora Penelopae ZEuxis painted a Childe bearing Vine clusters in his hand so perfectly that the Fowles of the ayre were deceiued descended thereto in vaine But angrie at his worke he cry'd out I haue painted the Clusters more liuely then the Child and the burthen better then the bearer for had the Child seemed as vine as the Vine Grapes the Fowles had bin affraied at his face I haue in these amorous Sonets and Songes matchles Idea virtuous Cynthia graue Lithocardia sweete Kala louely Erantina lasciuious Lais modest Pandora liberall Penelopae painted my Loue but haue allasse taken more paines on the Passions then the Poyems and more worke on my woes then the Verses But had my Lines been as liuely as either they should or I wish they had been No Momus affraide at the beautie of my Verses had presum'd to my disgrace to gather the Grapes of my Errors Nor had I needed which necessarily I must doe to employ the Patrocinie of your protections Were I an other Hercules I could not cut off all the hissing heads of Hydra were I as perfect a Painter as Apelles some sawsie Souter shall censure aboue the Shoâ— But with Agatharchus who did all in haste I humbly craue at all your handes which with all reuerence and analogike seruice I kisse and looke you will excuse Your louing but rude Zeuxis A. C. Banfa-Britan TO THE READER SMyrnean Maeonides vsed in his delicate Poems diuers Dialects as Ionic Aeolic Attic and Doric So haue I O courteous Reader in this and but alasse in this imitate that renowned Hellenist Homer in vsing the Scotish and English Dialectes the one as innated I can not forget the other as a stranger I can not vpon the sodaine acquire The subtile Merchant placed Aesop in the middle betwixt Cantor and Grammaticus that by the interposition of that deformed fabulator the other two might appeare the fayrer So haue I in middest of my modest Affections committed to the Presse my vnchast Loue to Lais that contraries by conttraries and Vertue by Vice more cleerely may shine To each courteous Reader that will both of this that mixtture of Ditties and Dialects courteously censure I am but end to the fatall end A most louing Friend in all pâ—ssible imployment Craige To IDEA MAny times from the Table of my Chamber matchlesse Idea haue my dearest Friends both by them selues and my Seruant whom I sometimes employed to write for mee stole the inuentions of my wanton vaine those amorous Ditties such as they best liked and for which hauing thereby serued the humour of my passion I cared no more wherein their gaine and my losse were all one But now by printing my then scattered and now lately collected Scrowles the most and best part whereof I can not finde I haue thought good to ease my selfe and satisfie but with the first your Ladiship my friendes The noble Romans were from all antiquitie accustomed to leaue those Kinges whom they had vanquished in the possessions of their kingdomes that Kings by them made slaues might be instruments to vprayse the tropheis of their glorie Thou knowest Diuine Idea I am thine by conquest and yet thou allowest mee the seeming
fruition of my libertie while in deed I must pay the eternall tribute of vnfaigned Loue For as Carnâ—ades the Cyrenean Philosopher said of Chrysippus And Chrysippus were not I could not bee my beeing is by thy munificence Take this in good part and still I rest Idea's euer obleged and vnmanumissible slaue Ad Ideam O bona non tractanda homini bona digna rapina Caelicâ—lum superis o bona digna locis To CYNTHIA OFfend not faire Dame Though the Lines of my Picture change and varie The World runnes on Wheeles all things therein mooue without intermission the solide Earth the rockes of Caucasus and the Pyramids of Memphis both with publike and their owne motion Constancie it selfe is nothing but a languishing and a wauering daunce I am a Pamphilus and can not settle my obiect And since my Loue runnes staggering with a naturall drunkennes I pray thee vertuous Cynthia with patience peruse those Poyems And as Aristippus sayd to his man who by the way was ouer burdened with too much money carry what you may and cast away the rest Your La. howsoeuer and wheresoeuer Ad Cynthiam Nil forma natura tuae nihil astra negarunt Vna supercilij si tibi dempta nota To LITHOCARDIA I Feare to prefixe Hono. Lady to these few Poyems a long Epistle least some Diogenes should bid mee shut the Portes of Minda ere the Towne runne out Let mee this much kindly pray preuaile with your La. as to vouchsafe them some place in the bench of your bibliothek Xerxes whose Armies obumbrate all Hellespont was faine in a small Fishbote for safetie of his life to â—lie from Greece So may you at some idle howers deigne and discende to behold my rusticke Rymes and kindly excuse his errours who ere long hath purpose to present and please you with some betteâ— Poyem Till when and euer I am your La. owne Ad Lithocardiam Vt nullae cunctis formosa est faemina tantum sic nulla est misero tantum adamata mihi To KALA. THese Poyems are I confesse sweete Kala vnwoorthy thy presence and so haue more neede of thy protection But let as Cicero writes in his Epistle to Octauius Confession be a medicine for Errour Twixt Metellus Macedonicus and Scipio Africanus were mortall Warres but when Scipio dyed Metellus prayed the Citie-men to concurre least their Walles should be ouerthrowen Many louely iarres haue been amongst vs but in my absence those my Papers like Citizens of a good republike shall all concurre to please and honor thee And I both at home abrod shall continue Thine till death Craige Et quanquam molli semper sis dedita amori Candida nulla magis nulla proterua magis To LAIS EVery man as Pittacus affirmeth hath some imperfection in mee Loue is most predominant But aâ— Alcibiades cut off his faire Dogs eares and tayle so droue him in the market place that giuing this subiect of prattle to the people they might not meddle with his other actions So haue I presumed to publish these my castrat Rimes vnder ô lasciuious Lais thy protection that my chaster Verses may appeare lesse faulty Antinonides the Musitian gaue order that before or after him some bad Musitian should cloy and surfet his auditors So when the Lector shall be weary to â—uerread these lubricke Lynes hee shall with more alacrity consider and ouerlooke the rest And thus were not hereby I minded to beautifie my other Poyems J could gladly consent that all those Lynes of Lais were ouer whelmed in obliuion I glory not God knowes in my frailty and more for euitation then imitation are these Songes foorth sent to the view of the censuring world And thus nor crauing nor carefull of thy acceptance O Lais I cease to serue or more to be Thine O miseri quâ—ruâ— gaudia crimen habent Dum furtiua dedit nigra munuscula nocte Me tenet absentes alios suspirat amores To ERANTINA IT is a wounderfull delight I take to liue iâ— Loue it is euer at my heart and most in my mouth and such assistaunce it giueth to my life that it seemes the best munition I haue found in this humane peregrination The Disciples of Hegesias hunger starued them selues to death incensed therevnto with the perswading discourses of his lessons til the time King Ptolomey forbade him any longer to entertaine his Schoole with such murtherous preceptes Though I weare the howers of the day and waste the dayes of my life in Loue I muse I roue and walke I enregister my humors and my passions Let none be entised by my example for I am borne to loue and to die Thy Louer O quid dura tuum sic me contemnis amantem Neglectumque tuas despicis ante fores Frigidasaenit Hyems immitis et ingruit ather Exclusum pateris me tamen esse foris To PANDORA THE very same Sonets which aâ— some time pleased you modest Pandora with much more courtesie and honour then they or I any way deserued to receiue and reade I haue but without alteration or change heere placed and reduced in a solide bodie When Babilon was besidged by Darius the number of Women was so great the Captaine commaunded euery man to choose one which beeing accordingly performed the rest were put to death that their victuals might the longer endure Hadst thou been there and I Captaine of the Babilonic armie thou shouldst been first of all thy sexe selected to been saued Pardon peerelesse Pandora the perseuerance of my presumption in still affecting thee and for my sake peruse these Sonets which may happily continue some dayes and yeares after mee That since I could not be beloued being on-life I may with desperat Herostratus be famous after death Till when as Socrates sayd as I may I am Thy vnalterable man Ah nùnquam potuj lachrymis aut fletibus vllis Efficere vt nobis mitior ipsa fores Hoc nocuit misero seruisse fideliter vnj Hoc nocuit tanta semper amasse fide To PENELOPAE ANtiochus in his youth writ vehemently in prayse of the Academie but beeing old hee chaunged copie and writ as violently against it While I am young I must write of and for Loue and I must goe because I cannot stande still I am like the rowling Stone which neuer stayes till it come to a lying place As Infants repose in the rocked Cradell so my spirit findes rest in restlesse Loue. Alexander disdayned the Corinthian Ambassaders who offered him the Freedome and Burgeosie of their Citie But when they tolde him that Bacchus and Hercules were likewise in their Registers hee kindly thanked them and accepted their offer Doe not O vertuous Penelopae disdaine my small and poore propine O be not ashamed to see thy name in the base Chattons of my Poesie Since better then Bacchus and hardier then Hercules are in my Registers Thus kissing thy liberall hand I hartily commende both mee and them to thy tuition Your La. A. C. Si
doth assale How I or'edriue in deadly dooll the day And how this longsome Equinoct I vale Shee cruell shee that should my Surgeon bee Allow's my losse and laughs and lets me die Nec tamen vlla mea tangit te cura salutis To absent IDEA Faire dame for whoÌ„ my mornfull muse hath worne To want thy fight the black sable weede Whose houering haires dissheueld rent and torne May show what baill thy absence long can breed Looke if thou list my Rimes and thou shalt reed But coaleblack woes in coaleblack words brought forth thy absence long hath made my coÌ„fort deed And makes my Verses be so litle worth Shine then vpon my parched Sunburnd braine Chiefe stay of all my tempest-beaten state Leaue not thy man disconsolate againe Faire Goddes of my Fortune both and Fate All earthly hopes for thee since I refuse Be thou my hope my Mistris and my Muse Vtque supercilio spendoâ— nutuque loquaci Nonnihil ipsa meis mâ—ta venis precibus To ERANTINA OVtthrough the faire and famous Scythian land A Riuer runns vnto the Ocean mane Hight Hypanis with cleare and cristall strand Borderd about with Pine Firre Oake and plane Whose siluer streames as they delight the eye So none more sweet to either tast or smell Yet Exampeus erre his Lord he spies Maks him to stinke like Stigian stanks at Hell Eu'n so faire Dame whose shap doth so excell Thy glorious rayes thy shining virtues rare No Poets pen nor Rhetors tong can tell So farre beyond the bounds of all compare Yet are they spoyld with poysning cold disdaine And such as drink thy beauties floods are slaine Nil nostrae mouere preces verba irrita ventis Fudimus et vanas scopulis impegimus vndas PANDORA refuseth his Letter THe saikles soule Philoxenus was slaine By courtes kind Amphialus the Knight Who for the faire Cornithian Queens disdaine Borne to his foresaid friend had tane the flight But when his Dog perceiu'd that sorie fight He fawn'd vpon his maisters fatall foe Who then with hart and handfull of despight Beats backe the Dog with manie bitter blo My dearest Dame and seemlie Sainct euen so For whose sweet sake I daylie die and dwins Hath slaine her slaue with all the wounds of woe And loaths allace to looke vpon my Lins That with the Dog my Ditties must returne And helpe their martird Maister for to murne Quis Deus opposuit nostris sua numina notis To KALA. TWixt Fortune Loue and most vnhappie mee Behold a chase a fatall threesome Reele Shee leads vs both suppose shee can not see And spurs the Post on her vnconstant wheele I follow her but while I prease to speele My bounds aboue I faile and so I fall Loue lifts me vp and saies all shall be well In hope of hap my comfort I recall Wee iornie on Loue is the last of all Hee on his winges I on my thoughts do sote I flie from him suppose my speed be small Shee flies from mee and woe is mee therefore Thus am I still twixt Loue and Fortune slaine I neither take nor tarrie to be taine To LITHOCARDIA GOod cause hadst thou Euarchus to repent The reakles rashnes of thy bad decreit Thy crueltie did spring from good intent The grounds whereof were tedious to repeet Yet when thy Sonne fell downe before thy feet And made thine eyes confesse that he was thine Thou wept for woe yet could thou not retreat The sentence said but sigh'd and sorow'd sine So may it be that once those eyes diuine Which now disdaine and loath to looke so low As to behold these miseries of mine shal weepe wheÌ„ they my constant trueth shal know And thou shalt sigh though out of time to see By thy decret thine owne Piroclâ—s die To LITHOCARDIA I Feare not Loue with blind and frowning face His Bow his flame nor sharpest hooked head A brauer Archer Death shall haue his place And put a poynt to all my paine with speed And since it is my fate to be at feed With her whom once I duelie did adore Yet fatall Atrops now shall cut the threed And breake the heart which she enioy'd of yore For fauours floods which I did oft implore Of Letheis Lake I time by time shall teast Her Marbel heart shal make me moorne no more The buriall stone my dolor shall digeast Then farewell she auth loue hard-heart each one Come Atrops Lethe Death and Buriall stonâ— Nunc te tam formae tangit decor iste superbae Vt tua commorint taedia iniqua deos To inconstant LAIS HOw oft hast thou with Siuet smelling breath told how thou loud'st me loud'st me best of al And to repay my loue my zeale my fayth Said to thy captiue thou wast but a thrall And when I would for comfort on thee call Be true to mee deare to my soule said I Then sweetly quhespering would thou say I shall And echo-like deare to my soule replie But breach of fayth now seemes no fault to thee Old promises new periuries do proue Apes turse the whelps they loue from tree to tree And crush them to the death with too much loue My too much loue I see hath chang'd thee so That from a friend thou art become a foe Carminibus celebrata meis formosa Nâ—aera Aterius mauult esse puella viri To LAIS SWeet Lais trust me I can loue no more And which is worse my Loue is turnd to hate Thou art vnkind and woe is mee therefore Inconstant fals and to my griefe ingrate It is too true I lou'd thee well of late And euen as true thou lou'dst mee well againe I haue allace no pleasure to repeat Our wishes and our vowes since all are vaine What resolutions and what plots prophane Wee two haue had in loue to liue and die The time the place the tokens giuen and tane Yf they could speake can thy accusars bee But since thou still art false I must confesse Thy loue was lightlie won and lost for lesse Ah crudele genus nec fidum faemina nomen To ERANTINA Blind naked loue who breeds those stormy broyls Which from my deare me to my dole debars To mee the pangs to thee pertaine the spoyls Thou taks aduantage of our ciuill warres I liue exild but thou remains too neare Yet like a tirant shee triumphs o're thee Her presence maks thee more then blind I heare And absence is farre worse then death to mee Could I as thou from ielous eyes be free Then should I be as blith as thou art blind I should not then dispaire nor wish to die Nor should my sighs increas the wauering wind O rigor strange since Loue must still remaine In presence blind and I in absence slain Vna diâ—s tantum est qua te non femina vidi Et sine iam videor seusibus esâ—s â—â—is To PENELOPE WHen stately Troy by subtill Sinons guile And Grecian force was brought to last decay Vlisses braue with faire and facund stile
so long Some strange Alcmeon must reuenge my wrong Quaeque prius nobis intulit illa ferat To LAIS WHen Cressid went from Troy to Calchs tent and Greeks with Troians were at skirmidg hot Then Diomed did late and aire frequent Her companie and Troil was forgot Thou lay alone such was allace thy lot And Paris brookt poore Menela thy Dame Shee twind in two the matrimoniall knot And tooke a stranger when thou went from hame Such is my case if I may say for shame I florisht once once there was none but I I once was lou'd and I haue lost the same And as God liu's I know not how nor why So that my Sainct for falshood I am sure May match the Grecian or the Troian whore Non sum ego qui fueram mutat via longa puellaâ— Quantus in exiguo tempore fugit amor To KALA. OFt haue I sworne oft hast thou pray'd me too No more to loue nor more to looke on thee Since looks and loue haue made so much adoo Twixt loueles thee and vnbeloued mee Yet were I dam'd without redres to die I can not cease from seruing thee faire Dame Yea thou and all the woondering world shall see The fayth the force the furie of my flame Most like vnto the questing Dogge am I Who still doth on his angry Maister fawne While thou corrects I kindly quest and cry And more thou threats the more I am thine owne Thus loue or loath or cherrish mee or chide Where once I bind but any breach I bide Sit mihi panpertas tecum iucunda neaera To KALA. WHen Aedipus did foolishly resigne His Kingdome to his Sonnes that he he Aboue the Thebans yeare about should raigne And that his Crowne biparted so should be Polinices first raignd but faith we see He from the Crowne Eteocles debars Thus while they liue they neuer can agree And after death their burning bones made warrs My riuall foe against all right enioyes That Crowne Kingdome which pertains to me That proud vsurper worker of my noyes Shall find a foe vnto the day I die And were we dead that are too long aliue Our Ashes in th'exequial vrne would striue Riualem possum non ego ferre Jonem At the newes of IDEAS death Dialogue twixt the Poets Ghost and Charon Ghost COme Charon come Ch Who cals Gh. a wandring Ghost By fortune led vnto the Stygian shore Ch. What seeks thou heere Gh. a safe transporâ— with post As thou hast done to many mo before C. Who slew thee thus G. euen she whom I adore Hath rould my name in scrowls of black disgrace Ch What made her thus into thy griefe to glore G. Loue was my foe chang'd in wars my peace C. Go then aback this Barke shall not imbrace The smallest one whom Loue at fead hath borne Gh. That shall I not for lo before thy face I shall ou'r saile the flood and thou had sworne The Darts of Loue both Boat Oares shal bee Sighs shall be winds and Teares a Styx to mee An other Dialogue to the same purpose Ghost COme Charon come Ch. Who cals Gh. a martyrd man Since Fame foorthtold the fairest faire was deid Ch. What seeks thou Gh. Help to croce thy waters wan And I will pay thee for thy paines with speed Ch. Thou seems to be a quick liuing leid And not a vmber nor a palled Ghaist Gh. Feare not for that since I for passage pleid But let mee haue thy helping hand with haist C. Though sage Aeneas did o're-saile my streame By Sybils helpe none els must goe againe G. Then thinks thou Charon to enioy my Dame And stay my voyage from th' Elesian plaine C. Yes surely yes G No Charon thou shalt lie For Loue hath wings and I haue learnd to flie Panditur ad nullas Janua nigra precâ—s IDEA after long sicknes becommeth weil and as he wept for her he wishes compensation of her teares in his distresse O Beautie doomb astonish'd Maruels chyld The wanton obiect of my weeping eie Blith was my heart before I was beguyld And made to beare a seruile yoake by thee But now allace though I by birth be free And not a slaue-borne Muscouite by kind My Sainct so Lords my heart that now I see There is no manumission to my mind Faire heauenly Tigres be no more vnkind I wept for thee when weerds did all conspire Thy wrack O then behold how I am pind Weepe thou for me thy teares may quench my fire As I did thine so meene thou my estate And be not cald the worst of ills ingrate Sis ingrata licet fi modo bella manes To CYNTHIA PRoud Zeuxis gaue his Pictures all for nought Such was the loue he to his labors bore That by no gold nor price they could be bought And thus saue thanks poore man he gaind no more I am as poore and euen as proud as hee For Loue nor Lines I craue no price from thee For if thou digne but with a gracious smile To looke my Lines and spie how I am pind And with my toyes the swift wingd time begile Then am I paide according to my minde Joues oath was Styx and Phaebus Daphnes haire But from hencefoorth I by thy smiles wil sweare To ERANTINA NO hart so hard tho wrought of Vulcans steele Or fearcely forg'd of Adamantine stone That doe endure or last so long so leele As mine who loues thee most vnlouing one Whose purpose is and plot as I suppone Most cruellie her captiue thrall to kill Who onely liues to loue but her alone Though she reward my true intent with ill Such is my state I but abide her will Shee has the fatall stick into her sleeue And when she list her furie to fulfill Althea-like she may my breath bereaue Nor leue vnlou'd I rather choose to die Then beat the fire and burne the fatall tree Nam mea crudeles tetigerunt corda sagitte Atque animam petijt vulneris asperitas To PANDORA Canst thou haue eares wil not heare my plaint Canst thou haue eies wil not wipe my teares Hast thou a heart and feeles not how I faint Debating twixt dispairing hops and feares Canst thou not see those sad and ciuill weairs Which are within the kingdome of my heart Where Legions of persuing pangs appeairs My vtter wrake and ruine to impart Heere burns the fire there sticks the deadly dart Here teares me droun there smoky sighs me smore Here Beauty wounds there riuals runs athwart And ielous eyes do pry into each pore When al these al and thou my wrack contriues I can not last and I had twentie liues Perfida sed duris genuit te montibus horrens Cantasus hircaneque admorunt vbera tigrâ—s Newyeares gift to PENELOPE THat Colatine did talke in Tarquins tent His Ladie Lucrece was most chast most faire Hee afterward had reason to repent Shee died a deemd adultres in dispaire The Lydian King brought naked both and
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