The poeticall essayes of Alexander Craige Scotobritane Seene and allowed.

THE POETICALL ESSAYES OF Alexander Craige SCOTOBRITANE .

printer's device of William White, featuring a chariot drawn by dragons driven by a male figure or Triptolemus or Demeter (McKerrow 188β) Seene and allowed .

Imprinted at London by Wllliam White , dwelling in Cow-lane neere Holborne Conduit . 1604.

THE AVTHOR TO HIS BOOKE . WHen Dedal taught his tender Sonne to flee , Out through the subtile watrie vaults of aire : Goe not too high , nor yet too low , sayd hee : Of Floodes beneath , of Fire aboue beware : So home-bred Rimes you Icare-like must rise , Mid-way betwixt the Vulgar and the Wise . For you shall be vnto the vulgar sort No fit propine , because not vnderstood : And with the Wise you must haue small resort , Since they can reape in reading you no good : Like Dedalus I then direct , thus flie , Goe neither low , nor yet I pray too hie . And though you be directed to a King , By any meanes approach not Court I pray , For some will say my precepts pricke and sting , And some shall scorne , some carpe , some cast away : But ( as you must ) if toward Court you goe , Since freindes are few , I pray you breed no foe . Aerij montes et mollia prata , nemusque et vos carminibus flumina not a meis , Quod me tam gracilem voluistis ferre Poetam indignor , magnae laudis amore calens .

TO MY DREAD SOVERAIGNE IAMES , by the grace of God , of Britaine , Fraunce and Ireland , King .

CAtulus Lactatius hauing done the vtmost of his endeuours to stay his Souldiers that fled before their enemies , put him selfe among the Run-awayes , and dissembled to be a Coward , to beare them companie ; That so they might rather seeme to follow their Captaine , then runne away from the Enemie : This was a neglecting of his reputation , to conceale the shame and reproch of others . I haue ( accomplished Archi-Monarch ) with the rest of these Boreo-Britan Poets , been ingrately silent ; and with the cold asshes of Feare , haue couered the coales of my Loue : Because ( as Archileonida sayd to the Thratian Legates , There were many moe more valiant Cittizens in Sparta , then her Sonne Brasidas , ) I found my selfe but a doltish Cheril , among so many delicate Homers : And thus , neither durst I prayse thy Fortunes , nor congratulate thy Greatnes ; But now am bold to present to your most sacred eyes these louely litures , both to encourage others , & make satisfaction for my ( seeming ingratitude ) long silence . I intend not with those Macedonian Parasites to call Alexander , the Sonne of Iupiter : nor with Hermodorus to make Antigonus the sonne of Phoebus . I write not to enlarge thy fame , which is boundles ; nor to begge reward , which I merit not ; nor to purchase prayse , which I craue not ; but in few lines to shew the infinitie of my Loue to your Grace . When Vitellius , at the Battell of Cremona was slaine , the Parthian King Vologesus sent Embassadours to Vespasian , offering him fourtie thousand Parthian Horsemen to ayde him , ( This was a glorious and ioyfull thing to be sought vnto with offers of so great assistaunce , and yet not to need them ) : So thankes were giuen to Vologesus , and hee at perpetuall peace from thencefoorth with the Romans . I haue sent ( dread Leige ) those Papers Congratulatorie , and Paroenetic , to your Maiestie , not that your Highnes needes them , but with Vologesus , to shew my Loue to Vespasian , and purchase his thankes . If you like my labours , they come not too late : if you loath them , they come too soone to light . Thus , bold as a true and louing Subiect , fearefull as a blushing and onmanumitted Prentice in Poesie , I remaine your Maiestes ,

Borne Subiect , and bound beadman , Alexander Craige .

TO THE READER .

THE famous Grecians had a Law , ( though after mittigated by Charondas ) that who soeuer for feare did run away from Battle , should be punished with death . So , least I should come in the reuerence of that Law , or be called a Cow-ward , I haue presumed to publish these my long conceyted Poems to common light : And like that valiant Bayard ( who feeling himselfe deadly wounded , and vnable to sit on his Horse , commaunded his Souldiers to lay him against a tree , but in such sort , as he might die with his face to the Enemie ) I resolue , since I haue alreadie from wisest censors , receiued my death shot , by printing my papers , to die with my face to the Foe . And since ( louing Lector ) Non omnibus datur adire Corinthum , I am contented to be poynted at for a foolish Poet , so I may be reputed a faythfull Subiect . Mauricius forewarned by Dreames , and sundry Prognostications , that Phocas should kill him , demaunded of Philip his sonne in law who this Phocas was ? Who answered , hee was a faynt and cowardly fellow . The Emperour thereby concluded , hee was both cruell , and a murtherer . I feare no foe ( ) saue faynting Phocas , who cowardly concealing his owne , will cruelly murther my Verses . Thus humbly submitting my homely laboures to thy charitable casligation , I rest .

Thine as thou decerns and deserues , Alexander Craige .

1. SONET . TO HIS MAIESTIE . WHen others cease , now I begin to sing ; And now when others hold their peace , I shout : ( The Lord preserue sweete Leonatus King , That hee may rule great Britane round about : ) But if perhaps your Maiestie shall doubt , what makes me sing when others hold their peace : My rusticke Muse when as each one cry'd out , Could not be heard from so remote a place , Dombe Woonder then my Sense did so confound , The greater stroke astonisheth the more , When as I heard thy name so much renound , I felt as lying in a sound no sore : But now reuiu'd , I sing , when others cease , ( In wonted mercie Lord preserue thy Grace . )

2 WIth mutuall losse , with none or litle gaine , When Ilion faire was fully set on fire , Proud Paris by his horie riuall slaine , And Tyndaris brought backe to her Empire : I know not if the Phrygians did require Melitides , but loe when Troy was wrackt , Kind foole he came ( some say at their desire ) Yet sayd he nought , but sigh'd to see them sackt : Hee then was kind , I hinder now great Prince : Hee wept , I smild , to see thy Troy but blood : Hee sent for , I vnsought , and had long since Been heere , if that my comming could done good : Yet in this poynt our kindnes I conione , Wee come kind fooles to helpe when all is done .

3 GReat Pompey caus'd his Heraulds to proclaime A publique Feast to nations farre and neare , The young , the old , the rich and poore , all came , As welcome guistes vnto that Princely cheare : One blind man at a lame began to speare , What shall we doe ? goe sayd the lame , take way , I shall be guide , thou on thy backe shall beare My lamed limbes ; and thus they keepe the day . Looke peerelesse Pompey on my Lines and mee , They lame , and I without thy sight am blinde : Wee come from farthest Scotish coastes to thee , Some portion of thy royall Feast to finde : It restes in thee to welcome vs therefore , And make me rich , that I may beg no more .

TO THE KINGES MOST EXCELLENT MAIESTIE . Epistle Congratulatorie & Peraenetic . SCarse had my Muse respir'd the smallest space , From paynting prayses of our ciuill Pace , Pack'd vp by thee most gratious King of late In Calidons disturb'd vnquiet state , When loe the Kalendes of this pleasent Spring , Vnto my eares did ioyfull tydinges bring , That bles'd Eliza had resignd her breath , And payde the last and hindmost debt to death : ( O fearefull death ! the fatall end of all , With equall Mace thou chops both great and small ) And thou design'd her Diadems to weyre , Of royall blood her nyest agnat heyre . Thou like a Noah long has kep't thy Arke , Thoyld many storme by day , and gloomie darke : Yet would not breake thy ward till time thy God , Hath lent thee leaue , and bids thee walke abrode : But his commaund since thou would nothing do , Loe he hath ioynd his blessinges therevnto . Come foorth with Wife and Children , sweete command , The blessing breok and multiply the land . Thus am I solu'd of all my wonted doubt , Nor wits nor weirdes thy fortunes bringes about , But that eternall prouidence aboue : Which thou art bound to serue , with feare and loue . Those newes of new , haue wak'd my sleeping vaine , And makes me write vnto your Grace againe Most harty greetings of thy happy chaunce , Since thou art King of England , Ireland , Fraunce , Besides that famous and vnmatch'd renowne Of thy vnconquered olde and Scottish Crowne . Long desuetude hath rusted so my quill , My wits are weake , but great is my good will . Though scoffing Idiots will my paines depraue , And Aristarchus all the credite haue . I am to thee ( dread Leigt ) thy aerie Elfe : I borrow but thy words to prayse thy selfe . Let Muse-foe Mars elsewhere abroad go dwell , Of warres and wounds let forraine Fachions smell : Peace dwels with thee , where it hath dwelt so long . Prone to propell , and to permit no wrong . Wise Periander wreates that Crownes of Kings , On many fearefull fluctuations hings : And that a Monarch's suretie no way stood In victories , in warrie broyles , and blood : But in the loue of Subiects trust and true , Thence said the saige did setling sure ensue . Graue Xenophon thy registers records , That deeing Cyrus spoke those selfe same words . Aratus rare , said so to Philip great , That loue and peace confirm's a Kings estate : In speculation Schoolemen beene diume , But thou exceeds them Sou'raigne Syre sensine : For thou has put their sacred gnom's in vre , Perfection in thy practique makes thee sure . Let forraine lands now looke with enuies eye , And who would rule , let him come learne at thee : When ather Momus or Rhamnusia barkes , Thy wits are wondrous both in wreats and warkes . Oft times said Otho in a rage , that hee Had rather chuse nor be a King to die . And Diocletian said , to be a King , And well to rule , was most difficill thing . When Dionise at Siracusa sweare That Damocles some while his Crowne should weare : But being crownd , he plainely did protest He neuer could-be blithe to be so blest . Were those on life for to behold thee now . They could not raigne , nor could they rule as thou . Thy match on mould nor was , nor yet shall bee : Thus might they learne for to be Kings at thee . Ariston's praise is thine , as I suppose , Thou keepes thy friends , and reconciles thy foes : Vespasian-like , whome Rome obeyd with loue , A Shepheard both , and carefull King you proue : Thy folde bene broke , and lo thou has tane paine : To recollect thy erring flockes againe . Thy Scepter and thy Sheephooke both are one , Thou vnder heauen , their Herd and Lord alone . And now as Homer paynted Priam foorth , Thou has beside thee men of wit and woorth : Can any harme or strange thing now betide thee , Vcalegon Antenor are beside thee . Like Macedo the wondering world may doubt thee , Parmenio and Philotas are about thee . For all these Kingdomes which thou doest command , A part by hop's , a happy part in hand , Thou has a Kingdome to thy selfe vnknowne , Looke rightly too , and Cecil is thine owne . Were Plato now on life , then would he say That thy republikes blessed are this day : For thou art wise , and now wise counsell hants , And with thy wisedome thou supplies their wants . Yet this much more I plainely must impart , A friendly counsel from a faithfull heart : Though farre from Ioue and thunder-claps I dwell , My Lines of loue , of truth , and zeale shall smell , Read then my Rymes most wise and prudent Prience , And let a Hog , teach Minerue , but offence . Not that I thinke your Grace has any need , Or know's not els what 's heere before you reed . No , I attest great sacred Ioue aboue , I onely write to manifest my loue : While in my tugure ( such is my estate ) I take repast of poore vnpeppered Kate. I thanke my God for such as he doth giue , And pray's withall , that well , and long thou liue : And in seces at solitarie times , Thou art remembred in my rusticke Rymes . Sinetas poore vnto the Persian King , Cold water in his hollow palme did bring : Which Artaxerxes louingly out-dranke , And gaue Sinetas both reward and thanke . Right so those riuols of my poore Ingyne , I heere present , from out this palme of mine . Read then ( dread Leige ) those trauails of my loue . Elaborate , and done for thy behoue . 1 Thus I begin , since adulations vaine , In Courts wid Kings and Monarch must remaine : To assentators thou must giue some eare , But be no prouder of their prayse a haire : For Macedo would needs be cald a God , And to this end his Edicts blew abrod : Which on his head did heape disgrace the rather Sith he asham'd that Phillip was his father . 2 Giue Parasites enough , but not too much , And be not lauish , least thy lucke be such As Timon Coliteus , who outspent On Demeas and Gnatonides his rent ; Of that vnthankfull numer liue a new , To promise much , and to performe but few : Be thou the stone ( precellent Prince ) of such , For to secerne the honest mindes from such . 3 The faithfull man that once hath done thee good , And for thy life hath ventered life and blood ; Be thankfull still to him , doe not despite him , But with thy selfe thinke thou can nee're acquite him : Proue not vnkinde to cause true Phocion die , That thus hath fought , and wun the field for thee , But when such frieuds so nigh thy sides are seene , Remember then but them thou had not beene . 4 Serapion who is not taught to speike , Let him not want , suppose he shame to seike : He is thine owne , and loues thee as the leaue , His speaking lookes will tell when he would haue : Be ( prudent Prince ) a Pompey in this case , A benefite vnsought hath double grace . 5 Change not too oft the Rulers of thy state , For that may breed intestiue strange debate : The Fleeis els full , from sucking more will slake , But hungry Gnats will make thy woundes to ake : I pray for them as did Hymera old , For Dionise , the tigtish tyran bold , ( Lord saue sayd shee , our King from death , disgrace , For were he gone , a worse would get his place ) Since in this poynt th' apodosis is plaine , I turne my stile vnto your Grace againe . 6 If any friend in louing forme reueale Twixt you and him your o'ursights , loue him well : ( Since Plato sayes , the brauest mindes bring foorth Both hatefull vice , and vertue of most worth . Wise Plutarch writes , in fertill Egipt grew With medicable , enuenomd hearbes anew . ) Doe no rebuke , nor publique shame approue , But friendly counsaile , which proceedes from loue : Be not a drunke Cambises in dispeire , For counsell kind to kill Prexaspes heire . 7 Take Turinus , and smooke him to the death , Who falsly sels for bribes thy royall breath . 8 Though Alexander in a raging ire , For praysing Philip his renouned Sire , Kind Clitus kild , be thou more meeke in minde , And to the praysers of thy Parents kinde . 9 Within thy heart let no iniustice hant , Let not the wrong'd man weepe for iustice want : Pansanias plaintes proud Philip did disdaine , And cruelly for his contempt was slaine . 10 A Woman old fell downe vpon her knee , And cryed Demetr. us , heare my plaints and mee ? I haue no leasure answerd he againe . Hee takes no leasure sayd the wife to reigne . Doe not thine eares Demetrius-like obdure , With patience heare the sad and plaintiue poore . 11 Proud Leo spoyld Iustinian his croune , Deform'd his face , and cut his nose quite doune : But when he got his Diadems againe , He punisht those that erst procur'd his paine . Each gut of rheume that from his nose did floe , Gaue argument for to cut off a foe . O do not thou great Prince delight in blood ! Of crueltie thou know's can come no good ; Be thou Licurgus , though thou lackes ane ee . Forgiue Alcander , make him man to thee . 13 Vitellius-like haue not a facill will , Now to graunt grace , and straight commaund to kill . 13 Great are thy fortunes , farre beyond beleife . Thou needes no Realmes , nor foraine rents by reife . Thy minde may well luxuriat in thy wealth , Thy Crown 's are thine but blood or strife or stealth : And since thy fortunes are so rare : O than ! Each day with Philip , thinke thou art a man . 14 Though Agathocles Sicil did enioy , Yet was he sometime but a Potters Boy : And that his pride should not become too great , In vessels but of Loame he tooke his meate . Thy witt 's the weird's with great promotion tryes , For woonder few are happy both and wise : Though thou be free from blast's of any storme , Bee humill still , and keepe thy wonted forme . 15 Wreat not thy Law 's with blood as Draco did , The God of heau'n such crueltie forbid : A happie Life , makes ay a happie end , Be thou a Solon , Dracois Law 's to mend . 16 Herodotus the Histor , and right so The Poet Pindars wreats , with many mo , That Monarch's great , examples good should giue , Since from their Lords the Laiks learne to liue . Kinkes be the glas , the verie fcoole , the booke , Where priuate men do learne , and read , and looke : Be thou th' attractiue Adamant to all , And let no wicked wrest thy wits to fall . Goe not to Delphos where Apolio stands , Licurgus-like with off'rings in thy hands , By hellish votes and oracles to see What to thy Law should paird or eiked bee : From great Iehouah counsaile seeke , and hee Shall giue both Gnom's and Oracles to thee , And shall thy spir't with prudence so inspire , As all the world shall wonder and admire . 17 From Countries farre great King behold and see , With rich Oblations Legates come to thee : With Vexores , and Tanais be glaide , Of fame and honour let it not be saide , Thou art a greedie Ninus ; fie for shame , That were a staine vnto thy Noble name . 18 Last , since thou art the child of Peace , I see Thy workes , and writes , are witnes both with mee : ( Thy workes I haue no leasure to vnfold ; And though I had , are tedious to be told : Thy Writes are wond'rous both in prose and ryme ) Let Vertue waxe and flourish in thy tyme : Though thou be best , and greatest both of Kinges , Mongst Poets all , is none so sweetely singes . Thou art the sweete Musaeus of our dayes ; And I thy Prentice , and must giue thee prayse : Some other Writer must thy Woorth proclaime , Thou shalt not sing vpon thy selfe for shame : Thou hast transalpine Poets of thine owne , Whose tragique Cothurus through the world are knowne : Thou has likwise of home-bred Homers store , Poore Craige shall be thy Cheryl , and no more , Since all my life suppose I Poetze , I see seauin Philippeans must suffize : Not that thou art not liberall at will ; No , no , wise Prince , but caus my Verse are ill . Yet since this furie is but lent to few , Let vs not want , thou shale haue Verse anew : If these seeme pleasant , I shall sing againe ; If not , I will from being bold abstaine , And cease to write ; but neuer cease to pray , The God of heauen preserue thee night and day .

THE MOST VERTVOVS and accomplished Prince ANNA , Queene of Britane , Fraunce , and Ireland ; Complaineth the absence of her Lord and Spous IAMES , King of the foresayd Realmes . WHere habit was , dwels sad Priuation now , And I am made an Orphane from delight : To want the sweete fruition of thy sight , In balefull bed my body when I bow , Yea neither can I tell , nor can ye trow , How blacke alace and noysome is each night , Nor yet how loathsome is this common light , Since absence made diuorse twixt mee and you . I am thy Phaebae , thou my Phaebus faire : I haue no light nor life , but lent from thee , Curst then be absence , causer of my care , Which makes so long this loath'd eclipse to bee . What woonder I through lake of presence pine ? Worm's haue alace their Sunne , and I want mine .

Scotlands Teares . WHen fabling Aesop was at fatall Delphos tane , And there by doome condem'd to be precipitat & slane He like a woman weep't , and tooke delight in teaires , Cause they alleuiat and made lesse the conscience of his caires . But Solon when he spi'd his deerest sonne was dead , He weepd the more , because his teaires to grief gaue no remead : Yet neither he nor he by teaires could salue his ill , Though of those salt and fruitles flouds impetuus spaits they spil Then maymed Scotland thou made Orphane from delight , Whom all the hosts of heauens abhor with vndeseru'd despight . With deeing Aesop mourne , or wofull Solon weepe : And tho as they , thou weepe in vaine let not thy sorrow sleepe : With frustrat Aesau shout , curse life and wish to d ee , Since Iacob with his mothers helpe thy blessing steals from thee : Now riuall England brag , for now , and not till now Thou has compeld vnconquered harts & sturdy necks to bow . What neither wits , nor wars , nor force afore could frame , Is now accomplisht by the death of thy Imperiall Dame . Eliza faire is gone , into the land of rest , To that Elisium predecried and promis'd to the blest : And England for her sake now weaires the sabill weede , But Scotland if thou rightly looke thou has more cause indeede . They for a Dian dead , Apolloes beames enioy , And all their straying steps allace , our Titan dooth tonnoy Now dawn's their glorius day with Phoebus rayes bespred , And we are but Cymmerian slaues with gloomy clouds ou'reled . Rich neighbour nation then , from thy complayning cease : Not thou , but we should sigh , & so to our complaints giue place . Our Garland lacks the Rose , our chatton tins the stone , Our Volier wants the Philomel , we left allace alone . What art thou Scotland then ? no Monarchie allace , A oligarchie desolate , with straying and onkow face , A maymed bodie now , but shaip some monstrous thing , A reconfused chaos now , a countrey , but a King . When Paris fed his flockes among the Phrigian plaines , Aenone's loue was his delights , his death were her disdaynes . But when allace he knew that Priam was his Sire , He left Aenone sweet , and syne for H●lene would aspire . Proud Pellex England so thou art the adulterat brid , Who for Aenone thinkes no shame to lye by Paris sid. Who knowes ere it be long , but our your happy King , With Belgic , Celtic , Aquitan , to his Empire may bring ? And he ( why should he not ) your Troynauant shall leaue , And vnto Parise spurre the post , his right for to receaue ? Then , then shall England weepe , and shed abounding teaires , And we shall to our comfort find companions in our caires . And till it so befall , with pitie , not with scorne , Vpon this confinde Kingdome looke , as on a land forlorne : Wise Plato would not once admit it in his minde , He lou'd Xenocrates so well , he could become vnkinde , And no more can we thinke dread Leige , though thou be gone , Thou will vngratly leaue vs thus disconsolat allone , By Contrars Contrars plac'd , no dout most clearely kith , And now thy absence breedes our bale , whose biding made vs blith . O were thou not both wise and good , we should not mourne , We would not for thy absence weepe , nor wish for thy returne . Long sleepe made Rufus loose the vse of both his eene . O do not thou sweet Prince make stay , lest thou forget vs cleene Like Epimenides when thou returns againe : The shapp of al things shal be chaing ' : , thine own sheepe shal be slaine , Democrit rather choose no King at all to bee , Then ouer wicked men to rule , and such allace are wee : Our Iewell England ioyes , & yet no way dooth wrong vs ; The world may see we were not worth , that thou shuld be among vs : But since it must be thus , and thou art forc'd to flitt , Now like a Heart in to the mids of thy great body sitt : And from thy Troynauant , which pleasures store impairts , Behold thy Kingdom 's round about thy hand in all the Airts ; Examples old thou taks , and layis before thy face , The famous Numids thoght the midst to be most honored place Thus by Hyempsals side Adherbal Salust sets , And so Iugurtha in the midst wee reed no intrance gets . Graue Maro maks likway , the Queene of Cartage braue , Betwix Ascanius and the wise Aeneas , place to haue , Dooth not Apollo too in proudest pompe appere , With bright and day-adorning beames in his meridian sphere ? So thou has choos'd the midst , of all thy Kingdom 's knowne ; For looke about thee where thou list , thou looks but on thine owne And since the Gods decree ( Great King ) that so shall bee , Since Peace must florish in thy time , & Wars must cease & die , But competition too , since thou has Englands Crowne , Which was a Heptarchie of old , of vncontrould renowne , Let Vs and Al-bi-on , that wee with one consent , One God , one King , one Law , may be t' adore , serue , keepe , content . In Rome the Sabins grew , with Tyrians Troians mixt , And Iuda ioynd with Israel , but least wee seeme prolixt , And that our louing plaint's , and teares may now take end , Thee to thy Crowns , thy Crowns to thee , the great good God defend .

CALIDONS COMPLAINT At the apparent Voyage to her England , of ANNA Queene of Great Britaine , France , and Ireland : with HENRIE Prince of Wales , her most gracious Sonne . AND shall no light at all to len vs light be left ? Shal Sunn , Moone , fixed & those smal erratic stars be reft ? And was it not ynough that Titan tooke the flight ? Might not sweete Cynthia yet made stay for to haue lent vs light ? Since Sunne and Moone must goe , & that bright Harie starr , Let Pluto now compare with vs in darknes if he darr , From darknes was alace our deriuation old The fatall name MKOTIA nought but darknes doth vnfold , Shall our estate allace from state be thus downthrowne , Shal Scotland hensforth haue againe no cround K. of their owne ? Shal wee from King , Queene , Prince , & all their brood disseuer ? And shall not Scotland be againe inhabited for euer ? Shall ghastly Ziim cry , and Oim make there sport , Within the Palaces where once but Monarch's made resort ? At libertie alas shall Fauns and Satyrs lope , And to a hellish cold dispare conuert our former hope : And dare not Orpheus looke but once againe abacke ? Or shall wee finde nothing at all , but fundamentall wracke ? Would God that vmquhyle Dame ( the wisest Dame in deed , That euer Britaine earst hath borne , or yet againe shall breed ) Would God as yet shee were to brooke her trident Mace , Then shuld we not bin poynted at for wrake , scorne , & disgrace Thou saild the glassie salt and conquered endles fame , In prime of loue Heroic Prince , to see thy Danish Dame , In sl●eing towrs of tree thou croc'd the bounded Roares , And brought our Queene , thy sacred Spous to Calidonian shoares wind , O let not loue wax cold ! nor be not now vnkind , Thou need not feare for foamie floods , nor pray for prosperous Since shee sweet Dame is seik , thy Sonn but young in yeers , With Cancer Leo burns aboue into their torrid Spheers : Make then a bles'd returne to see them both againe , But ô allace ! wee ware those words vnto the winds in vaine : For they must go to thee ; more to increas our cairs , And leaue no thing behind them here , but sorow , sighs , & teairs . Then wherto serue those plaints ? who know's what is appoynted , Or what the Destanies decrees to do with their Anoynted . Nor Dou●ir , nor those Alps , nor Tybers volted Arche , Vnto that Archunonarche great King Iames must be a Marche : The heauins of the great Prince hade care in to thy Coode , And kept thee when thou no thing knew of ather bad or good . How many treasons strange , and conspirations great , Haue bin contriu'd against thy crowne , & standing of thy state ? Before thou was , and since thou has eskaip'd huge snairs . Be blithe Tued march'd thy kingdoms once , & now must march thy cairs Thy name shal be enough to conquer seas & lands , And manumit afflicted Grece from Turks and tyrans hands . When Rome shall be subdew'd , may thou no go abroad , And make Bizantium old obey the great alguiding God . But if thou greyus great King our greiued harts to glade , Of thy triennall visiting , performe thy promeis made . Faire gracious Dame , whose match nor was , nor shall be seene , Though fortune smile , remember yet that thou was first our Queene Accompleisd peereles Prince in body both and mind , Thinke on thy natiue soyle with loue , and be not cald vnkind : And so since King , Queene , Prince , and all our all must go , The Trinitie aboue preserue this Trinitie be-low .

ELIAZABETH , LATE QVEENE OF ENGLAND , HER GHOST . 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 foorth 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 als 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 seruient , CRAIGE .

THE CVCKOE , AND PHILOMEL . CRAIGE to his Riuall . THE Cucko once ( some say ) would Philomel assaile , Arachne-like , if shee or shee in singing should preuaile : The garrient Goke would needs with Prognes sister striue , And proudly prease poore Philomel of dew praise to depriue Then was the long eard Asse made Iudge vnto their Song , Who with the Cucko sentence gaue , & wrought the other wrong . O Arbiter vnfit to such discording tunes , Yet iarring notes from Layis diuine rude Nature still seiuns . This mak's poore Philomel repent , and oft repeit , In thornie braiks by sabill night th' Arcadian beasts decreit . Such is my carefull case , my riuall foe I see , For all these charming Songs of mine is farr preferd to mee : For all the Sonnets sweet that I can sing or say , Or send to her , I cum no speid , the Cucko is my stay : And shee whom still I serue , most like that long eard beast , Maks mee by her decreit to leue inglorious and disgrac't . But what remeid I rest , content to want reward , Since Cuckoes are in such accompt , and Philomel debard . Since Phoebus stcops to Pan , and Minerue glad to yeild Vnto th' inuennomd Spiders webb , I gladly loose the feild , Yet shall I still complaine , nay shall shee heir mee ery , The Philomel sings to her selfe , and hencefoorth so shall I.

APOLOGIE FOR HIS RIVAL . THE Cucko once ( t is trew ) in singing , did compare With Prognes sister Philomel , Pandions daughter faire : And then the Asine graue , pronounc'd a sentence trew , For many arguments , of which fond Riual read those few . The Cucko with sweet songs saluts the yeerly Spring , Poore Philomel in tragic tunes of Terens wrongs doth sing . Through tops of tallest trees the soaring Cucko flies , While Philomel in lowest shrubs complains , dispairs , & dies . The Cuckoes not 's declare of humane life the date , While hart-broke Philomel must still her painefull plaints repeate . The Cucko sings her name , no borrowed note nor strange , While Philomel for Itis blood , a thousand tunes must change . The Titling doth attend the Cucko late and aire , And of her egs and Plumeles birds she taks continuall care , None tends poore Philomel , for all her charms and chrils , Yea if she fleip , the poynted thorne out-through her breist-bone thrils The Cucko spends the Spring in mirth both eue and morne , And to the ielus heirar still portends the forked Horne . At Iunoes sute great Ioue became a Cucko faire : Why shuld the brood of Grecian Kings , with Gods aboue compaire ? Then Phoebus stoope to Pan , be Minerue glad to yeeild Vnto th' inuennomd Spiders web , for thou must loose the feild : And thou must be content to weepe , and want reward , Since Cuckoes are in such accompt , and Philomel debard . Thou to thy selfe complains , alone thou weepes and murns , Do so poore soule till fortune change , whose fauour goes by turns .

APPELLATION TO THE LION . THe Lion some time went abroade to spy his pray , And with the Fox he made the Asse companions of his way , Through wildsome wayles wayes , & foraine fells they fare , To find some food , which found , the Asse wold needs diuide & share , And thus triparts the pray , and sets his terce aside : Yet died therefore ; iust punishment of ignorance and pride . But lo the fraudfull Fox did greeid and greife disgyse , And by the Asins miserie with wealth of wils was wyse , Now neither perrils past , nor no examples new , Can mooue the Asins of this age ; O damn'd iudocil crew : That long eaird beast my Iudge hath made my riuall sleepe , Fools concolor in fauours lap , while I poore wretch must weepe . Then Lion great of Kings , and King of Lions all , To thee my Soueraigne and my Iudge , I do appeale and call : Thou heares and sees my wrongs , thou must dread Leige alone Correct the Cucko , and detrude the Asine from his throne . I like Xantippus Dogg , haue faund and followed thee , And will thou suffer mee in sight of Salamin to die . It greeues my heart to see those Cuckoes of the Spring , Those tamed beasts , whom Bion haits , what flattering tunes they sing . I burst when I behold braue Homers Cloake so bare , When cu'ry foole & simple sheepe the golden fleece doth weare To thee alone I flie , in hope to find refuge : Why should the leaud and lasie Asse to numered lyus be Iuge ? My Fortune and my Fate do both depend on thee , My Spring expireth , shall I sing , or shall I silent bee ? Set downe thy sentence heir , and quickly cure my care , Or let my wretched life take end twixt silence and dispare .

EPISTLE TO HIS FRIEND .

I Am fully perswaded , that no man lyuing hath a more forgetfull minde of benefits receiued , then my selfe ; and none more malitiously mindfull of smallest iniuries , then miserable I : In the first a Melitides , who could not number fiue : In the last , a vindictiue Darius , who least hee should forget the wrongs he receiued from the Athenians , caused his Paige when soeuer he sate downe to his Table , sing to him , Sir remember the Athenians . Thy courtasies , thy louing kindnes , thy hospitalitie , patrocinie in perels , and thy omnerited munificence are all forgotten , and thy least escapes ( Anonym friend ) are here too much remembred , which both condems thy inconstancie , and my vnkindnes : thy wauering , and my weaknes . The Pythagorians make good to be finit , and euill infinit : so is humane waikenes redier to repay in greatest measure the smallest euill , then to repay in smallest measure the greatest good receiued : read then ( ) thy faults , and my follies : and while thou reads , mend the first in thy selfe , and pittie the last in

Thine old , and if thou will , yet louing Frend , CRAIGE .

TO HIS ANONIM FREIND and Mistres PALINODE . IN Annals old we read Ioue had but daughters two , The one with Ceres he begat , Proserpine hight , and so Her for her beauties saik , proud Pluto Prince of hell , Amid the flowrie medowes spoild , and keepes vnto him sell : The other Helene sayre in likenesse of a Swan , He gat with Laeda , and beguild poore Tyndarus her man , Hir Theseus tooke away , and had to Athens home , And made her Hymens rupture long ere Menelaus come . Thus Ioue no daughter had vnspoyld at all you see , Yet must Pirithous haue one to keepe his oath , or d ee . Braue Theseus was his friend , his loue he would not haue : Then must Proserpine be spoild from Plutoes pitchie caue : ( For who can be content bright beautie should be chaind , Or in Cymmerian gloomy darke with Dis should be detaind ? ) Thus to the hells he haists , and is by Cerber slaine : And Theseus till Alcides came , in fetters did remaine : O monument most rare of true and perfect loue , Which neither beautie nor the hells could any way remoue . Though Tyndaris was blaz'd the brightest that hath beene , Pirithous would from her loue for Theseus loue absteene : And when Pirithous tooke iourney towards hell , Braue Theseus would accompany his friend , as stories tell : But faith , nor truth on earth , nor friendship now is naine , And Pithias now will loose his life , or Damon come againe . There is no loue allace vpon this mournefull molde , Least Mydas-like a man may turne each thing by tuch in golde . False Eriphile now regards but greeid of gaine , And will betray Amphiaraus to get a golden chaine . The Belidean Dames in number fiue times ten , ( There is no Hypermnestra now ) will kill their maried men . False proud Polinices will Theban crowne possesse , And banish poore Eteocles gainst parents will expresse : And proud Plexirtus too Leonats bastard brother , Makes Tydeus striue with Tolenor , and one to kill the other . Vrania Klaius sturs with Strephen still to striue . Nor can the Prince of Macedon find Musidor online . Thus looke from sex to sex , no fayth nor truth remains , Crow's flee but where the Carion lyes , & worldlings go for gains , I speak not now allace , by speculation vaine , A practique in my persone past procurs my peereles paine : For why , I som-time had a Mistres and a Freind , She fals falte frequent to that sex : hee les woorth nor I weind ; She limping Vulcan still admits in Mauors bed , Hee like a subtill Sinon goes in Damons liuerie cled : Shee Pluto black for me doth in her bed imbrace , Hee but a caus hath cast me off : O carecontryuing case . Was thou not once to mee Pandora deir and sweit , Till thou vntyed the balefull box with painefull plages repleit . ? And was thou not againe a Kallias vnto mee ? But foolish Alcibiad I , to trust so much in thee . Then , Som-time Freind , farewel ; farewell my late lost Loue : A Lais light , a Sinon fals , thus maks mee to remoue . Betwix this doolefull deuce , how can my dayes indure , Sence he hath playd the hypocrit , and shee the hatefull hoore ? And yet for kindnes old , I will conceyl your names , And make your conscience black , a Iudge to both your secret shames : And sence both thou , and thou , haue thus contriu'd my fall , Dis keeps my Dame , Dis katch my freind , & make me free of all .

SONET . I Some time had a Mistres , and a Freind ; Shee fair , hee good ; and louely both to mee : But both are wax'd vnwoorthier nor I weind : Deceitfull shee , and most vnconstant hee : Thus for each lyne , I giue my selfe a lye , That heretofore in to their praise I pend , Hee , shee , and I , are alwayes chayng'd all three : They first , I last ; and thus our Loues must end . Trew Friends allace , lyke blackest Swans are rare , And fayrest faices full of most deceat . This causes mee alone for to regreat , And from each eye to wring a bloodie teare : And since no sex beneath the Sunne is trew , False friend fareweell , faire facill Dame adew .

To his Calidonian MISTRIS .

THemistocles after a great Victorie by nauall Battell , came to visite the slaughtered bodyes of his Enemies , and found by the Sea side many Iewels and Chaynes scattered . Then said he to his freind who then by chaunce followed him , Gather these spoyles , for thou art not Themistocles . This worthles Epistle like a loose or neglected Iewell , though the wise and woorthy Themistocles ouerpas , I pray thee sweete Mistes peruse and preserue , least it perish ; sence too , and for thee , it is done : when I am absent , or dead , it may breed thy delight , and make thee haplie remember thou once had

A louing and kind man , CRAIGE .

TO HIS CALIDONIAN MISTRIS . WHEN I remember on that time , that place , Where first I fix'd my fansie on thy face , The circumstances how , why , where , and whan My Mistres thou , and I became thy Man : Whilst I repeat that proces full of paine , How first we met , and how we twind againe , Our sweete acquaintance , and our sad depart , It breedes a sea of sorrowes at my hart : And yet for all these sorrowes I susteine , With sigh swolne hart , and teares bedewed eyne , As I haue lou'd , so shall I loue thee still Vnto the death , hap either good or ill . And now I sweare by that true loue I owe thee , By all the sighs which day by day I blow thee : By all the verse and charming words I told thee , By all the hopes I haue for to beholde thee : By all the kisses sweete which I haue reft thee , And all the teares I spent since last I left thee : That absence helps ( not hinders my desire ) And sets new force and Fagots to my fire : Each thing that chance presents and lets me see , Brings arguments and bids me thinke on thee . For when they told me of that wrathfull flame , Which from the high and holy heau'n downe came On Pauls faire Church , and that cloud-threatning Steeple , And how it flam'd in presence of the people . Then with my selfe thought I , this fire was quensht , But mine endures , and by no tears is drensht : And were not hope accrestis with desire , I had long since consum'd amid this fire . And when I viewd those walles of Farnhame sayre , Where Lamuel with his Lady made repaire : I layd me downe beside the ditch profound , Where Guineuer dispairing Dame was dround , And fell on sleep vpon that fatall brinke , And still on thee sweete hart I dreame , I thinke . And were it not , that by the tract of time The well was full with earth , with stone , and lime , There had I drownd , and by my fatall fall Made end with her of loue , and life , and all : Yet halfe asham'd least curious eyes should finde me , I went away , and left huge teaires behind me . And when I spide those stones on Sarum plaine , Which Merlin by his Magicke brought , some faine , By night from farr I-erne to this land , Where yet as oldest Monuments they stand : And though they be but few for to behold , Yet can they not ( it is well knowne ) be told . Those I compard vnto my plaints and cryes , Whose totall summe no numers can comprise . Olde Woodstocks wrackes to view I was despos'd , Where Rosamond by Henrie was inclos'd : The circuits all and wildesome wayes I view , The Laberinth , and Cliffords fatall Clew . And where those time-worne monuments had beene , Where nought remaines but ruines to be seene : Yet in my hart moe wracks , moe wayes I fand , Then can be made by any humane hand . And all these wondrous wonders which I see , Makes me but wonder more and more on thee . That thou be well both day and night I pray , And for thy health once I carrouse each day : From pype of Loame and for thy saike I souke , The flegm-attractiue far-fett Indian smouke : Which with my braine and stomach beares debate , And like the lethall Aconite I hate , That poysning potion pleasant seems to mee , When I determe it must be drunke for thee . From Venus sports I doo indeed abstaine , Nor am I now as I was woont so vaine : Chast Dians laws I do adore for good , Who kild her loue Orion in the flood . Drunke Bacchus maits I hold for none of mine , I taste no Celtic nor Iberian Wine : Looke on my Lyns Lyoeuns , none they smell , But Helicons poore streams , where Muses dwell . For all those rare delights which England yeilds , Of faces faire , of braue and fertill feilds : For all the pleasurs which our Court frequent , Such as mans heart would wish , or witt inuent : Yet I protest , I rather begg with thee , 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 .