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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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THE POETICAL RECREATIONS OF Mr. ALEXANDER CRAIG OF ROSECRAIG AT EDINBVRGH Printed by Thomas Finlason 1609. WITH LICENCE TO THE MOST HONORABLE MY SINGVLAR GOOD LORD AND PATRON G. E. OF DVNBAR LORD AND GOVERNOVR OF BERWICK HEIGH Thesaurer of Scotland great Maister of the Minerals there Lieutenent of the middle Shyres of Great Britane one of his Majesties honorable privie Counsell and Knight of the most noble order of the Garter WHEN PHILIP OF Macedon came to conquere Corinth the carefull Corinthians did fortifie their ruined walles some caried stones some trees some lyme some clenged and dressed their armour some taught trained the neoterick sogers no man was found idle to withstand the common enemie saue Diogenes he un-vn-able for any service in the republick did roll himselfe in his Tub vp and downe the streets One of his familiars asked what he did Al the Corinthians answered Diogenes are bussie and I must be doing some thing Each man my honorable good Lord at this great Court of Parliament is bussie and lest I alone like Diogenes be noted as idle I will roll my selfe in these foolish rymes vp and downe the streetes that it may be said I am doing something the goodes and children of the bond-man belong to the master These passions are my goodes or rather my children Minerva-like borne from their fathers brane without a mother and so due to your L. Take then your owne dear Lord from this hand who according to the antient custome hath bored his eare with a boidkene to shew that he shall still remaine your Honors most faithfully devoted and voluntarie slaue AL. CRAIG TO THE READER EXcuse me good Reader for the methodlesse placing of these Passions They are my children you haue them as they were borne And so the Primo-genit must haue the prioritie at the Presse Amongst so many children some must mis-thriue and proue naght Cherishe I pray thee the good and leaue the faultie to be reformed by their father Fair-wel TO HIS MOST EXCELLENT MAIESTIE THE HVMBLE PETITION OF his Heighnes Orator AL. CRAIG at Christmas in VVhitehall APelles some-time came To Ptolomaeus feast And had well nye return'd againe Inglorius and disgrac't For Ptolomaeus ask'd Who cald him to that place Then with a coale vpon the wall He painted Planus face The King knew Planus well And did at once protest That hee should fast and hee would feast Appelles with the best So am I come Great King Vnto thy Christmas chere And Povertie against my will Invit's me to be heere You are a greater King Then Lagus sonne altho With Aegipt Afrie he vsurpt And was th' Arabians fo Let Povertie I pray Receaue his due disgrace And let thy Poet at this feast Supplie the Painters place But Lacon some-time said Vnto a begging slaue Giue what I will it is thy craft To beg and ever craue Be not affrai'd for that Though for this time J cry Jf succurd once nor seeke againe J rather sterue and dye COMPLAINT TO HIS Majestie LOue Want and Cares all contrare me conspyre First second last for me too many bee Want breakes my heart and drown's my high desyre And makes my Muse so lowe a course to flee But were J rich the cruell fair wold rew Then sould J sing and bid my Cares adew O happie Artist and Mechanick slaue Thou mai'st a price vpon thy paines impose My wair is such I know not what to craue And so but looke both Loue and Lynes I lose Strange thing betwix my Soveraigne and my sant I waist my wits and rape but woes and want Yet might these two reward me if they wold And purge me both from povertie and paine She with good wil my royall Syre with gold And so preserue and saue their slaue vn-slane With modest lookes and silent sighs J serue The shameles begger thriu's and yet I sterue TO JOHN LORD RAMSAY Vicunt of Hadington the Author bemoneth his hard Fortunes in England ALas why sould Calisthenes remaine Where Agis both and Cleo beare the sway These Sicophants and Parasites profaine Draw Macedoes magnific minde astray Jf Aristip in Court make any stay Some Tyran straight shall spit into his face Thus feeling ill and fearing worse each day A miriad of mis-fortunes I embrace How carefull is Entimeon poore thy case At home abrod since Fortun is thy foe But ere thou turne to Griece with more disgrace Jn Persia die and there intomb thy woe To him that liues and must die Fortunes slaue Jf nothing else good Persians grant a graue AD EVNDEM DE EODEM BEyond the Mountains of the frostie North I some-time seru'd a Caledonian Dame The first of all for Vertue wit and Worth That ever yet adorn'd the rols of fame She fed my heart on fansies sweetest flame Yet haue I left both heart and her behind And to this land spoild of my heart I came To follow Fortune which J can not find Strange is the state wherein I stand J see Twix Fortune heere and my affections there I fled from these this flees againe from mee Here Povertie and yonder springs Dispare Blind Cupid thus blind Fortune are againe mee My Loue at home my Luck abrod disdaine mee NEW YEARE GIFT TO his Majestie TO Cresus rich shall Codrus gifts propyne To Maro wise must Mevtus ryms present O pearles Prince OPoet most divyne My Muse is dead my moyen all is spent Wise Maro writ weake Mevius wonder ay Rich Cresus giue poore Codius beg and pray TO HIS MAJESTIE IN NAME of his Noble Master THe faithfull heart is ever fraught with feare And jelousie is still conjoind with loue How can J then dread Liege be frie from care Since from thy sight J see J must remoue And thou my Phosphor yea my Phaebus bright Whose presence day whose absence breeds my night Yet feare J not for that within thy minde That ouglie ghaist vnkindnes can haue place But cause J know some claw-backs are inclinde With all their force my Fortunes to disgrace Be thou the poynt and J the circling line Mine be the pangs and all the pleasurs thine J ' lekyth a constant Palinure to thee A trustie steirs-man both in storme and calme That in my works the wondring world shall see The truest hand that ever held a helme Thogh I confesse I am not skild like him Yet let me sink so sweet Aeneas swim Thus will J goe because thou do'st command Even for thy sake from out thy sight some space And after kissing of thy sacred hand J pray the Gods protege thy state in peace And when J cease for to be true to thee Curst be my life and wretched may J dye TO MY LORD SARVSBVRIE TWo potent Kings over Siciles two Empyre That famous I le where Siracusa stood Where gainst the heavens Encelad voms his fyre King Philip bruks with much Iberian blood But wise King Iames O blest and happie case Commands a Cecill of more price in peace TO MY LORD