. The poetical works of William Drummond of Hawthornden : with 'A cypresse grove' . rbs do move. loyes did ye alwayes last,lifes sparke ye soone would wast, Griefe followes sweet delight, as day is shaddowed by sable night, yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past. [xii] EPIGRAMME. ILlustrious Top-hough of Heroicke Stemnie,Whose head is crownd with glories Anademe,My shallow Muse, not daring to draw neereBright Phoebus burning flames in his careere ;5 Yet knowing surely that Apollo shinesVpon the Dung-hill, as on golden Mines :And knowing this, the bounty of best Kings,To marke the give
. The poetical works of William Drummond of Hawthornden : with 'A cypresse grove' . rbs do move. loyes did ye alwayes last,lifes sparke ye soone would wast, Griefe followes sweet delight, as day is shaddowed by sable night, yet shall remembrance keep you still, when past. [xii] EPIGRAMME. ILlustrious Top-hough of Heroicke Stemnie,Whose head is crownd with glories Anademe,My shallow Muse, not daring to draw neereBright Phoebus burning flames in his careere ;5 Yet knowing surely that Apollo shinesVpon the Dung-hill, as on golden Mines :And knowing this, the bounty of best Kings,To marke the giver, not the gifted things,Doth boldly venture in this pompous throng10 To greet thy greatnesse with a wel-come Song ;And with the Pye doth Ave Caesar sing,While graver wits doe greater Offrings bring. NO- turne to ^ N. We need nor Star, nor Sun ^* K. loyes didthee NO. Joyes did you ^ NO. you soonXII. This piece is wanting in NO. To the Exequies, etc Reprinted from the Editions of1638 and 1656. TO THE EXEQUIES of the honovrable,Antonye Alexander, KNIGHT, & Pqftorall Elegie,. EDINBVRGH, Printed in King James his College,by George Anderfon^ 1638. Plate ii.—Facsimile of Title-Page. Page 139. A Pastorall Elegie on the Deathof S. A[ntonye] A[lexander.] IN sweetest prime and blooming of his Age,Deare Alcon ravishd from this mortall Stage,The Shepheards mournd as they him lovd before :Among the Rout him Idmon did deplore, 5 Idmon, who, whether Sun in East did riseOr dive in West, pourd Torrents from his EyesOf liquid Chrystall, under Hawthorne shade ;At last to Trees and Rocks this plaint he made :Alcon, delight of heaven, desire of Earth, lo Off-spring of Phcebus, and the Muses birth,The Graces Darling, A don of our Plaines,Flame of the fairest Nymphs the Earth sustaines,Wliat Power of thee hath us bereft ? What FateBy thy untimely fall would ruinate 15 Our hopes ? O Death ! what treasure in one houreHast thou dispersed ? How dost thou devoureWhat we on earth hold dearest ? All th
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