The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig of Rosecraig |
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TO HIS MAJESTIE IN NAME of his Noble Master. |
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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 Phœbus bright,
Whose presence day, whose absence breeds my night
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 Phœbus 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.
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'le kyth 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 Æneas swim.
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 Æneas 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.
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.
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