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A19527
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The poeticall essayes of Alexander Craige Scotobritane Seene and allowed.
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Craig, Alexander, 1567?-1627.
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1604
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STC 5958; ESTC S105268
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CEase louing Subiects cease my death for to deplore And do no more with dririe cryes my dolful hearse decore Though like Cynegirus when both the hands are gone Yee would detaine me with your teeth in my Emperiall throne Bee Thracians now I pray and hence-foorth cease to mone Ere it be long in quiet peace ye shall finde fiue for one For if you can beleeue my prophetizing ghost Aeneas gaue Anchises trust you shall not thinke me lost The death of one some say the birth of one should bee Three mails femels two you haue most famous fiue for mee For as I seald my Will my Designation dew And did concredit by the rest to my Achates trew So now my ghost is glad that by my care his paine My countries haue their lawfull King the King his crowns againe Then bransh imbellis'd soyle most pleasant most perfite The onely earthly Eden now for pleasure and delighte Rich England now reioyce heaue vp to heauen thy hands The blessed Lord hath blest thy bounds beyond al other lands Since no Sardanapal is now become thy King No Dionise nor Nero proud my death to thee doth bring A King vnwoont to giue or yet to take offence A godly Dauid ruleth now a Prophet and a Prince The Pupill now is blith the Widow weepes not now No depredations in thy boundes the Rushbush keeps the Kow The Lyons now agree and do in Peace delight The Thirsel now defends guards the red Rose the white The british Saints shake hands with crosses ioynd and spred Whose cullours on the glassie salt no terror small haue bred Those now conioynd in one through Neptuns bounded roares Shal make the ventring mercheand sail secure to forane shoares Flee swift-wingd Fame tell the best rarest new's That time hath yet brought soorth by night or dayes delightfull hew's For Ships Swans most rich most faire samous Thamis Tell Neptune Thetis Triton too the haps of great king IAMES Thou murdring Galliglas who long my Laws withstood Learne to obey and bath no more thy blade in british blood All you my Subiects deire do homage dew to him And that shal make my blessed ghost in boundles ioyes to swim SONET To his Maiestie of the Vnion of the two famous Realmes Scotland and England SCilurus had twice fourtie Children male And teaching them in peace to passe their dayes And that no foe should gainst their force preuale His louing minde hee wisely thus bewrayes A bundle of Darts before their eyes he layes And pray'd each Sonne to breake the same at length When hee and hee to crush those Darts assayes But all in vaine hee told them Vnions strength You are a Father and a famous Prence Great are the bounds which are great King thine owne And like a sacred Scilure in this sence Keepes Britaine whole least it should be ouerthrowne The God of heau'n effect what thou intends And bring thy proiects to their happie ends To the Queens most Excellent Maiestie 1. SONET IN Pallas Church did wretched Irus stand And saw her paynted on the Chalk-whit wall With Booke in one and Sword in other hand And on his face poore soule did flatlings fall Syne sayd aloud since I allace am thrall To pouertie that I may not propine Thy Godhead great with gift nor great nor small Yet while I liue my seruice shall be thine So all the pow'rs of this my poore Ingyne Shall bee Faire Dame employed to pen thy praise Thou in Cymmerian gloomie darke shall shyne And on thy Vertues worlds to come shall gaize Thus Irus-like wise Pallas I adore And honour thee since I can do no more 2. SONET Of her Highnes Natall being the shortest day GReat mightie IOVE from his imperiall place And all the GODS for blythnes of Thy Birth Came downe from Heau'n to see thy fairest face Glad to Be guarded by thy beauties girth And Neptune fet his Flocks out through the Firth With all the Nymphs in Floods and Seais that dwell On Balens backs they mounted made their mirth To see thy shapp all leiuing leids excell And Phoebus father to the Fooll that fell In lowest state his yocked Horse did stay But fearing least thy beam's should burne him sell Hee stole aback and vpward went away And for thy saik thy Natall day each yeir He visits yet into his lowest spheir 3. SONET New yeir Gift THis Apill round I send ô matchles fare As children do for thryse al 's good agane Not such as that by which th' Enbean rare The loue of his Atlanta suift did gane Nor that by which Acontius did beguile Cydippe sweet in sacred Dian's Fane My minde abhors all such inuention vile No secre it slight doth in my gift remane It more resembleth that which Ate threw Mongst Pallas Iuno Venus Dames diuine To thee great Queene of all this courtly crew I do present this paynted A pill mine Were it of Gold or Paris I faire Dame It should be thine thou best deseru's the same 4. SONET THose famous old Gymnosophists of Inde Which Alexander did so much admire And compted but as churlish and vnkinde Cause they refus'd his offred Gold and geir Their greatest care and studie was we heir To view and marke the motions of the Sunn To know his courses in his Zodiac Spheir From Phospor's rysing till the night begun Such is my state O sacred Saint by thee I am a poore Gymnosophist of thine Thou art that Sunn which I delight to see No wealth I wish but that on mee thou shine They long'd for night so long-some was their day Blithe would I bee for to behold thee ay TO THE VERTVOVS AND ACCOMPLISHED Sir IAMES HAY Knight one of his Highnes most royall bed-chamber WHen a bad Wrestler became a knauish Phisition Courage said Diogenes to him thou has reason so to doe for now shalt thou helpe to put them in the ground who heretofore haue layd thee on it I am from a luckles louer become an infortunat Poet and haue determined with Courage to write Ditties against my riuall that breedes my disgraces and with Archilochus Iambics I minde to make Lycambes hang him selfe Agrippina foretold by Astrologues that her Sonne Nero should kill her answered Let him kill mee so he may be Emperour and succeed to Claudius all my senses in wofull lingage which makes me begge thy patrocinie like facidic Astrologs tell me my Pamphlet of the Cuckoe and Philomel shal be vnwelcome to many and receiue strange Commentartes but if you be content I care not my greatest ambition is to breed your content my pleasure to please you whose Adamantiue vertues haue drawne the Yron of my loue In publique or priuate in peaceable negotiations or occupations to leiue or die greatly or gloriously I know no forme or fortune of man I can admire or regard with so much honour with so much loue yea at all aduentures of life death thou mayest command Thine owne poore friend and