A garden of graue and godlie flowers Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne |
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TO THE TRVELIE RELIGIOVS, RIGHT HONORABLE, AND VERIE LEARNED Alexander Gordon of Clunie. S. |
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TO THE TRVELIE RELIGIOVS, RIGHT HONORABLE, AND VERIE LEARNED Alexander Gordon of Clunie. S.
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Looke for no liuely lyn's that may allure,Or verse of worth, that will provok to view,
They want all pow'r Poetick to procure,
And frame a louely liking vnto Yow,
My minor Muse, no neu'r a draught she drew,
From Helicon, or Aganippe well,
Bot ever still a lower flight she flew,
Nór Pindus hight, where Delius does dwell:
No such a friendlie fortune Her befell,
For to be plunged in Parnassus springs,
Or see the Sisters in their Sacrat Cell,
VVhence Poets all, their braue inventions brings:
Bot she her grouth got in Garden whair,
Nor Pallas, nor Apollo doeth Repair.
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That gallant Greeke, cognominate the Grand,Who sometime All the Mundane Monarchie,
By Martiall might did conquesse and command,
Voutchafed with a louelie looking eie:
Als well to view, and with desire did see,
An halting Uulcan, as an Venus fair,
His Royall Father Philip likwise Hee
To take (tho a Potentat) did not spair,
(A Grace J grant in such a Roy bot rair,
And from a Pesant, in a publict place)
A Globe of Graips, and what I mark was mair,
He tooke them friendlie but a frowning face:
Swa if this small (Sir) you shall accept also,
You shall make vp a ternarie of two.
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The Perseans keept a custome with their King,To giue him gifts, mean, or magnificent;
Amongs those One, did for Oblation bring,
A water Coup, and did his Prince present:
He gratious Lord, as it had excellent,
And Royall bene respected the Propine,
As if there had bene from some Sengzeour sent,
A Jemme or Jewell, of the Iles of Inde,
Remarking much the meaning, and the minde
Affected well, he in that fellow fand,
More nor the worth, the qualitie and kinde,
Of that he held into his Hienes hand:
Then Gratious more, proue nor the Persian Kings,
That made so much of light and little things.
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Bot Sir, if to, my will, or to your Worth,My worthles verse they war equivalent;
J should not feare, to send them freely forth,
To byd the Braish, of each Arbitriment,
Yet if my trauels taine can but content,
And moue thy minde, my labors to Allow,
My paines Jmploid, are profitably spent,
Jf that they bot, doe help to honour you,
Bot had I borne, the Bayes aboue my Brow,
Or beene circunded with the Laurell greene,
I should more largely notefie it now
How much t'augment thy Greatnes, J am ge'ine,
And make the world and this Se-circled Ile,
Amazd t'admire, Thee in moir stately style,
Aberden the 25 of August. 1609.
Your Hon. bounden and deuoted, Mr. Alex. Gardyne,
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