Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of King James the First. 1847. Stanzas from Christ on his Crosse
XLVI. George Raleigh
N O 1 sorrow long continueth, as we see,
The winter cannot waste out all the yeere,
As time requires, we sad or merry be;
Ill fare sometimes ensweetneth better cheere;
When clouds are past, we may discerne the sky, 5
And night once past, the sunne approacheth nigh.
The glasse is runne by which we took our taske,
Our tender muse hath labored as she could;
Her sable vaile she must of force unmaske,
And leave in silence what is left untold; 10
Begging good readers, in the end of all,
To make good use of this her funeral.
Thus have I now cast anchor on the shore,
Where news of comfort to good hearts I bring;
After hard labour with an ebon oare, 15
Washt in the current of a sable spring,
Where shallows hindred, there I made to rise
A flood of tears, distilling from mine eyes.
What I have brought lies here in open view,
Nor is it strange nor common unto all: 20
What a young merchant giveth unto you,
Must be received, be it nere so small:
You know great riches are not gaind in haste; A little fire makes a great flame at last.
XLVI. George Raleigh wrote Christe on his Crosse: or the Holy Lambes Funerall, which was first published in 1624. This poem is written in six-line stanzas, and inscribed to the virtuous and worthy gentlewoman, Mrs. Anne Monson, daughter to that truly noble knight, Sir William Monson, of Kenersley in Surrey. [ Note 1. back]