IDENTILIN$$ File F008B13 Additional 25707\ff.5v-6v\GL\P:GAS\o\7-13-91\C:JSC 008.B13.0HE Elegia:i 008.B13.001 Not y%5t%6 in Color it was like thy haire 008.B13.002 ffor armeletts of y%5t%6 thou mayest let me weare: 008.B13.003 Nor y%5t%6 thy hande it ofte embrac'd & kist, 008.B13.004 ffor soe it had y%5t%6 good w%5ch%6 ofte I mist: 008.B13.005 Nor for y%5t%6 sillie ould moralitye, 008.B13.006 That as those linkes are tyde, o%5r%6 loues should bee, 008.B13.007 Mourne I, y%5t%6 I thy seuenfould Chayne haue lost: 008.B13.008 Nor for the luck sake, but the bitter Cost. 008.B13.009 Oh shall twelue righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yet 008.B13.010 Noe leauen of Vilde sodder did admit: 008.B13.011 Nor yet by any fault haue strayed, or gone 008.B13.012 ffrom the first state of there Creation: 008.B13.013 Angells w%5ch%6 %Yhaue%Z->>I< Commaunded to p%Puide 008.B13.014 All thinges to me, & be my faythfull guide, 008.B13.015 To gayne newe frendes, t'apeaze great enimies, 008.B13.016 To Coumfort my soule when I lye, or rise: 008.B13.017 Shall these twelue Innocents, by thy seuere 008.B13.018 Sentence, dreade Iudge, my sinnes great burden beare, 008.B13.019 Shall they be dam'd, & in y%5t%6 fornace throwne, 008.B13.020 And punnished for offences not there owne 008.B13.021 They saue not me, they doe not ease my paynes 008.B13.022 When in y%5t%6 hell the'ire burn'd, & tyd' in Chaynes. 008.B13.023 Were they but Crounes of ffrance, I Cared not, 008.B13.024 ffor moste of those, there naturall Cuntry rott 008.B13.025 I thinke possesseth, they Come* heare to vs 008.B13.026 So payle, so lame, so leane, so ruonous%>ru>>i<doth< quicken head feete & harte, 008.B13.038 As streames, like Vaynes, runne through th'earths eu%5r%6ie parte 008.B13.039 Visite all Cuntries, & haue slylie made 008.B13.040 Georgeous ffrance ragged, ruind, & decayd: 008.B13.041 Scotland, w%5ch%6 knew noe state, proud in one day, 008.B13.042 And mangled seuenteene-headed Belgia. 008.B13.043 Or weare it such goulde, as y%5t%6 where w%5th%6all 008.B13.044 Almightie Chimicks, from each Minerall, 008.B13.045 Hauinge by subtill fier a soule out puld, 008.B13.046 Are durtely, & desperately guld, 008.B13.047 I would not spite to quench the fier therein, [CW:om] 008.B13.048 ffor they are guiltye of much haynous sinne: [6] 008.B13.049 But shall my harmelesse Angells perish? shall 008.B13.050 I loose my guard, my life, my ease, my all? 008.B13.051 Much hope, y%5t%6 they should nourish, will bee dead, 008.B13.052 Much of my able youth, & lusty-head 008.B13.053 Will vannish, if thou loue let them alone, 008.B13.054 ffor thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone. 008.B13.055 Oh be Content y%5t%6 somme loud squeakinge Crier, 008.B13.056 Well pleasd' w%5th%6 one leane%Ye%Z threedbare grote for hyer, 008.B13.057 May like a Diuell roare through eu%5r%6ie streete, 008.B13.058 And gall the finders Conscience if they meete. 008.B13.059 Or lett me Creepe to som%Me dread Coniurer, 008.B13.060 That w%5th%6 fantastique sceams fulfills much paper, 008.B13.061 That hath deuided heauen in tenemts, 008.B13.062 And w%5th%6 whores, theues, & murderers, stufd' his rents 008.B13.063 Soe full, y%5t%6 though he passe them all in sinne 008.B13.064 They leaue himselfe noe roome to enter in, 008.B13.065 And yf when all his arte, & tyme are spente, 008.B13.066 Hee say twill neare be found, oh be Contente, 008.B13.067 Receaue from him the doome vngrudginly, 008.B13.068 Because hee is the mouth >of< desteny. 008.B13.069 Thou sayest alas the gould doth still remayne, 008.B13.070 Though it be Changd' and put into a Chayne, 008.B13.071 Soe in the first fallen Angells, resteth still 008.B13.072 Wisdome & knowledge, but tis turnd to ill, 008.B13.073 As these should doe good workes, & should p%Puide 008.B13.074 Necessities, but now must nurse thy pride. 008.B13.075om 008.B13.076om 008.B13.077 Pittie these Angels yet, there dignities 008.B13.078 Passe virtues, powers, & principallities: 008.B13.079 But thou art reasolute, thy will be doone, 008.B13.080 But w%5th%6 such anguish as her onely sonne 008.B13.081 The mother in the hungry graue dooth lay, 008.B13.082 Vnto the fier these martyres I betray: 008.B13.083 Good soules! for, you giue life to eu%5r%6ie thinge, 008.B13.084 Good Angells! for good messages you bringe 008.B13.085 Destind' you might haue beene to such a one, 008.B13.086 As would haue loud', & worshipd' you alone, 008.B13.087 One y%5t%6 would suffer hunger, nakednesse, 008.B13.088 Yea death eare he would make your number lesse, 008.B13.089 But I am guiltye of yo%5r%6 sadd decay, 008.B13.090 May yo%5r%6 few fellowes longer w%5th%6 me stay. 008.B13.091 But oh thou wretched finder, whome I hate 008.B13.092 So much y%5t%6 I almost pittie thy state 008.B13.093 Gould beinge the heauiest mettall amongst all, 008.B13.094 May >%Vmy< most heauie Curse vpon thee fall: 008.B13.095 Here fetred, manacld' & tyd' in Chaynes 008.B13.096 ffirst mayst thou bee, then Chaind' to hellish paynes 008.B13.097 Or be w%5th%6 forran gould bribd to betray [CW:om] 008.B13.098 Thy Cuntry, & fayle both of y%5t%6, & thy pay. [6v] 008.B13.099 May the next thinge thou stoopst to reach, Contayne 008.B13.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moyst brayne, 008.B13.101 Or libells, or som%Me interdicted thinge 008.B13.102 W%5ch%6 necligently kept thy ruine bringe 008.B13.103 Lust-bredd deseases rott thee, & dwell w%5th%6 thee 008.B13.104 Itchy desire, & noe abylitie. 008.B13.105 May all the ill w%5ch%6 eu%5r%6 gould hath wrought, 008.B13.106 All mischeefes, w%5ch%6 all deuills eu%5r%6 thought, 008.B13.107 Wante after plentie, poore & gouty age, 008.B13.108 The plauges of trauailers, loue, & mariage 008.B13.109 Afflict thee, and at thy liues last moment, 008.B13.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to thee p%5r%6sent. 008.B13.111 But I forgiue, repente then honest man, 008.B13.112 Gould is restoratiue, restore it then, 008.B13.113 But yf from it thou beest loth to departe 008.B13.114 Because tis Cordiall would tweare at thy harte. 008.B13.0SS I. D. 008.B13.0$$ %1Ll. 75, 76 om%2