 | The Poetical Recreations of Mr. Alexander Craig |  |
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.
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.
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.
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.
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