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The amorose songes, sonets, and elegies: of M. Alexander Craige, Scoto-Britane
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Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.
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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