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Tuesday, 13 March 2018

Eidem by Alexander Garden

Since Death, distresse, wrack, wretchednes, and woe,
Since mourning, and since miserie to Man,
Peculiar are, and thy adherents, O!
Why should thou start, and strange esteme them than,
Since Policie nor power carnall can,
Divert, remove, nor in a point preveine,
Thy danger, or Misfortune fatall, whan,
To sease on thee, too sharplie they are seene:
No Kingdoms, Crowns, no Kin, nor Consobrein,
Nor nothing here that being hes nor Breath,
Not Tyrants with their Terrors can retein,
The wildest worme, from dying once the Death:
Since nought can Death, nor sorrows saif from thee
Lamenting live, and living learne to die.

In what a Labarinthian sink of sin?
In what a Maze, in what a miserie?
Into what greef, and with what grons begin?
The Dulfull dait of Mans Nativitie,
Woe, weeping, Care, and cryes continuallie,
Are at his Birth, and at his Burial both,
In sicknes sore, or sorrows suredlie,
The Time twixt Life and Death, he groning goth,
So sillie Man, does bot lament and mourne,
Whill to the ground, his Grandame he returne.

He weeps when from the bellie he is borne,
And enters first (the stage) distilling tears,
So to the world, he mourning giv’s gud-morne,
And as he liv’s, so to lament he lears,
His lewd-led-life, occasion giv’s of fears,
Feare breeds complaints, perplexities, and paine,
So thus his life, it vanishes, and wears,
He comes in greef, and groning goes againe,
Lamenting first, he looks upon the light,
Lamenting last, he gives againe good-night.

From: Garden, Alexander and Lundie, John, A Garden of Grave and Godlie Flowers by Alexander Gardyne, The Theatre of Scottish Kings by Alexander Garden, together with Miscellaneous Poems by John Lundie, 1945, The Abbotsford Club: Edinburgh, pp. 82-83.

Date: 1609

By: Alexander Garden (?1585-?1634)