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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19527	The poeticall essayes of Alexander Craige Scotobritane Seene and allowed.	Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.	1604 (1604)	STC 5958; ESTC S105268	18,837	46

Then be sole King where seau'n were wont to bee But when my Freend thy berar spurd with pane The Poist to see this Chalkie shoare agane And brought thy symboll discolor of new With commendations kind but not anew I ask'd him how thou was hee shooke his head What man quoth I and is my Mistres dead No answerd hee but seik deir freend Quoth I Thou know's I loue I pray thee make no lye In faith but seik and is no doubt err now As weell sayd hee as ather I or yow This hee affirmd with solem oaths anew And yet allace I doubt if they be trew Here where the Pest approacheth vs so narr To smoother breath before wee be aware For at the gates of our most royll King Corrupted Carions lie O fearefull thing Yet feare I still for thee my loue is such And for my selfe I feare not halfe so much And now I feare these fears ere it be long Will turne to Agues and to Feuers strong Long are my nights and dolefull are my dayes Shott sleeps long waks and wildsom are my wayes Sadd are my thoughts sowr sighs and salt my tearis My body thus els waik both wayns and wearis For losse of Calice Marie Englands Queene Had sighs at hart and teai●● about her eyne When I am dead caus r●● my hart sayd shee And in the same shall ●●●●ce writen bee Die when I will thy name shall well be knawne Within my 〈◊〉 ●oods characters drawne But if faire Dame as yet on liff thou bee This Papyre then commends my loue to thee And if thy life by wrathfull weirds be lost Chast Laura then thy Petrarch loues thy ghost And yet any hopes assures mee thou art weell And in these hopes a comfort hidd I feell This for the time sweet hart that thou may kno I leaue thy man and loue but thee and so Till by thy wreat I know thy further will I say no more but sigh and seals my Bill SONET FRom this Abydos where I duyne and die And sore God know I against my hart remaine I wreat with wo sweet Sestian Saint to thee And blacke this Paper with the Inck of paine No waltering waues of Neptune moone-mou'd maine Nor Hellesponts impetuous contrare tyde No Sea nor Flood no stormie Wind nor Raine Are lets or batrs that from thy boun●● I bide My wayes allace doth ielous Argus keepe And I am not acquent with Mercur's skill To lull and bring his watching eyes asleepe That I may wish and thou may haue thy will Yet till we meet a constant Hero proue And whill I liue thou art Leanders Loue. CRAIGE To the Kings most Royall Maiestie 1. SONET KInd Attalus in Annals old wee reid Was King of Pe●●ame by the Romans ayde Hee long time brookt the same but foraine feid Which made those noble Romans to be glad And yet becaus hee had no heyrs 't is sayd Hee to those foresayd Romans did resigne His Diadem and Crowne and what he hade Hee gaue to them that erst made him a King Hade I been made no Poet S. but Prince Of fertill bounds for Parnase bare and dry Your Grace had gott my Crowne and all long since For I laik heyrs and none more kind then I. To vse thee sweet inchanting Poets vaine You gaue mee Reuls I giue you Ryms againe 2. SONET ANACREON two dayes two nights did watch Till he return'd Policrates againe These Talents two which hee receiud fond wratch To wake for wealth and pinch him selfe with paine But contrare wayes I saikes soull am slaine I wake for want and not for wealth allace My voyce is hoatse with cryes dry is my braine Yet get I not the smallest graine of grace A Cythared though poore did sweetly sing Caus Dionise did promise him reward And thus to thee I wreat most gratious King In hope thy Grace will once my greiffs regard And by my Penthy prayses shall be spred From rysing Sunn to his Hespereanbed Non omnis moriar CRAIGE To the Author WHY thought fond Grece to build a solid fame On fleeing shades of fables passing vaine Why did herself-deceauing fansie dreame That none but shee the Muses did maintaine Shee sayd these sacred Sisters did remaine Confind within a Craig which there did lie That great Apollo selfe did not disdaine For that rough Palace to renounce the skie That there a Well still drawne but neuer dry Made Lay-men Poets eir they left the place But all were ta'ls which Fame doth now bely And builds vp Albions glore to their disgrace Lo here the CRAIGE whence flow's that sacred Well Where Phoebus raigns where all the Muses dwell Ro Aytone