The amorose songes, sonets, and elegies: of M. Alexander Craige, Scoto-Britane

His louing farewell to PANDORA.

DEare to my soule once degne, those passions to peruse, The Swan-like Dir'ges and the Songs, of this my deeing Muse; Which are Minerua-like, by beating of my braine, Brought foorth to shew the wondering world, my long suppressed paine: For like the doomb borne sonne of that rich Lydian King, Now at the imminent of death, with toong vntied I sing. Had Atis-like my foe thy wedding day been slaine By Tydeus fearce, then had I brook'd faire Ismene allaine. Or had thou been a man like her whom Phestne bred, Whom Telethusa promest with Ja••the faire to wed.

Then had my riuall been as farr from thee as I, Nor had he now, nor thou been iudge to my complaint and cry. As Tantalus did cut poore Pelops corps a sunder, And made a banquet of his Sonne, vnro the Gods rare woonder: Yet did they recollect his cutted Corps againe, And Tantall they condemd to die In hunger staruing paine. So cruell thou hes karu'd ten thousand wayes my hart, And thou indures obdurat still, and senceles of my smart: Yet will the Gods, I hope, recure and purge my paine, And punish all thy cruelties, with cruelties againe. Had I Ixion-like made vaunt of Iunoes spoyle, With patience then I should abide thy furie and this foyle.

But since it must be thus. from Athens I will flie, With wise Demosthen••s, and then in Neptuns asyll die. Then cruell faire farewell, I may remaine no more, I mind before wee meet againe, to see the C••ltik shore. But howsoeuer I err, or wheresoeuer I vaig, In weell, in wo, in want, and wealth, thou shalt command poore Crag: Yea might I make a Feast, as did Democrits sire, To all the Persian troups, ou'r which great Xerxes bore empire. Or were I begging bread like Ithák Irus poore, Whom proud Ʋlisses with his fist feld dead into the floore. Yea be I rich or poore, or poore and rich againe, At hazards all I am thy man, and so shall ay remaine.

Faire Homicid farewell, against my heart I goe, And that al-make•• knows I make a voyage full of woe: But euen as At••ri•• with silence swee•• doth 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪ And none pe••ce••••'s ••f vp or downe, or whither 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉〈◊〉 So none saue thou shall 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the caus of all my pai••••▪ And none shall know wherefore I goe, nor when I 〈…〉〈…〉 againe. And so till time wee 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪ deare heart, whom I 〈◊〉〈◊〉▪ Farewell; ye•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉 me leaue to ••••gh▪ and say, Farewell once more.