IDENTILIN$$ F008B46/ Stowe 961/ ff.94v-96/GL/cor GAS/o/7-18-92 [HE & $$ revised, mf, 10-13-95]
008.B46.0HE %XThe Bracelett: /%XTo a Ladie, whose Chaine was lost:
008.B46.001 Not, that in Coullor, it was like thy hayre
008.B46.002 (for armelets of that, thou maist let me weare)
008.B46.003 Nor that thy hand it ofte imbract and kist
008.B46.004 (for soe it had that good, that ofte I miste)
008.B46.005 Nor for that Silly old moralitye
008.B46.006 That as those linckes are tide our hartes should be
008.B46.007 Mourne I, that I this seauen folde chayne haue lost
008.B46.008 Nor for the lucke sake but the bitter Cost
008.B46.009 Oh, shall twelue righteous Angells, which as yet
008.B46.010 No leauen of vile Solder did admitt
008.B46.011 Nor yet by any tainte haue strayde, or gone
008.B46.012 From the first state, of their Creation
008.B46.013 Angells, which heauen commanded to prouide
008.B46.014 All things for me, and be my faithfull guide
008.B46.015 To gaine new frinds 't appease greate enemyes
008.B46.016 To comfort my Soule, when I lie, or rise
008.B46.017 Shall these twelue innocents by thy seuere
008.B46.018 Sentence (Dread Judge) my Sins great burthen beare?
008.B46.019 Shall they be burn't and in the fornace throwne
008.B46.020 And punisht for offences not theire owne?
008.B46.021 They Saue not me they doe not ease my paines
008.B46.022 When in that hell th'are burn't and tyde in Chaynes.
008.B46.023 Were they but Crownes of France, I cared not
008.B46.024 For most of them theire naturall Country rott
008.B46.025 (I thincke) possesseth. they come here to us
008.B46.026 So leane so pale, so lame so ruinous
008.B46.027 And howsoere French kings most Christian bee
008.B46.028 Theire Crownes are circumsisd most Jewishlie.
008.B46.029 Or were they Spanish stamps, still trauellinge
008.B46.030 That are become as Catholike as theire Kinge [f.95r
008.B46.031 Those vnlickt Beare=whelps vnfilde pistolets
008.B46.032 That more then Canon shot auaile or letts
008.B46.033 Which negligently lefte vnrounded, looke
008.B46.034 Like many angled figures, in the booke
008.B46.035 Of Some great Coniuror which would in force
008.B46.036 Nature, as these doe Justice, from hir Course
008.B46.037 Which as the Soule quickens head, feete, & hart
008.B46.038 As streames, like veynes, run throughe th'earths euery pt.
008.B46.039 Visit all Countryes, and haue Slylie made
008.B46.040 Gorgeous France ragged, ruind, & decayde
008.B46.041 Scotland, which knew no state, proude in one day
008.B46.042 And mangled Seauenteene=headed Belgia.
008.B46.043 Or were it such golde, as that, wherewithall
008.B46.044 Allmighty Chymicks from each Minerall
008.B46.045 Hauinge by Subtile fire a Soule outpuld
008.B46.046 Are durtily and desperately guld
008.B46.047 I would not Spitt to quench the fire they were in
008.B46.048 For they are guilty of much heynous Sin
008.B46.049 But shall my harmeles Angells perish? shall
008.B46.050 I lose my Guarde, my foode, my ease, my All?
008.B46.051 Much hope which they should nourish wilbe dead
008.B46.052 Much of my able youthe, and lusty=head
008.B46.053 Will vanish, if thou loue let them alone
008.B46.054 For thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone
008.B46.055 Oh; be content that some lowde squeakinge Cryar
008.B46.056 Well pleasd with one leane, thread bare Groate for hyre
008.B46.057 May like a Diuell roare throughe euery streete
008.B46.058 And gale the finders Conscience if they meete
008.B46.059 Or let me creepe to some Dread Coniuror
008.B46.060 Which with fantastique Scheames fills much paper [f.95v
008.B46.061 Which hath deuided heauen in tenements
008.B46.062 And with whores theeues & murderers stuft hir rents
008.B46.063 So full, that thoughe he passe them all in sin
008.B46.064 He leaues him selfe no roome to enter in.
008.B46.065 And if when all his art and time is spent
008.B46.066 He say, twill ne're be founde, oh be content
008.B46.067 Receiue the dome from him vngrudgingly
008.B46.068 Because he is the mouth of Destiny
008.B46.069 Thou sayest, alas, the golde doth still remaine
008.B46.070 Though it be changd and put into a Chayne:
008.B46.071 So in those first fallen Angells resteth still
008.B46.072 Wisedome and knowledge but tis turnd to ill
008.B46.073 As these should doe good works and should prouide
008.B46.074 Necessityes, but now must nurse thy pride:
008.B46.075 And they are still bad angells, mine are none
008.B46.076 For forme giues beinge, and their forme is gone
008.B46.077 Pitty these Angells yet, theire dignityes
008.B46.078 Passe Virtues powres, and principallities
008.B46.079 But thou art resolute, thy will be done
008.B46.080 Yet with Such anguish as hir only Sonne
008.B46.081 The mother in the hungry Graue doth lay
008.B46.082 Vnto the fire these Martyrs I betray.
008.B46.083 Good Soules; for you giue life to euery thinge
008.B46.084 Good Angells for good messages you bringe
008.B46.085 Destind you might haue bin to such an one
008.B46.086 As would haue loud and worshipt you alone
008.B46.087 One which would suffer hunger, nakednes
008.B46.088 Yea Death, ere he would make your number lesse
008.B46.089 But I am guilty of your sad decay.
008.B46.090 May your few fellowes longer with me stay [f.96r
008.B46.091 But thou oh wretched finder, whome I hate
008.B46.092 So much, as I shall most pitty thy state
008.B46.093 Gold being the heauiest mettall amonge all
008.B46.094 May my most heauy Curse vpon thee fall.
008.B46.095 Here fetterd, manacled, and hangd in Cheynes
008.B46.096 First mayst thou bee, then chaynd in hellish paines
008.B46.097 Or be with foraine Golde bribd to betray
008.B46.098 Thy Country, and faile both of that, and thy pay.
008.B46.099 May the next thinge thou stoop'st to reach, containe
008.B46.100 Poyson whose nimble fume rott thy moist braine
008.B46.101 Or Libell or some interdicted thinge
008.B46.102 Which negligently kept, thy ruine bringe
008.B46.103 Lust=bred diseases rott thee, and dwell with thee,
008.B46.104 Itchy desire, and no ability
008.B46.105 May all the hurt, which euer Golde hath wrought
008.B46.106 May all mischiefes, which all Diuells ere thought
008.B46.107 Want, after plenty, poore and gowty age
008.B46.108 The plagues of trauellers, loue, and Marriage
008.B46.109 Afflict thee; at thy liues latest moment
008.B46.110 May thy swolne sins themselues to thee present
008.B46.111 But I forguie; repent then honest man
008.B46.112 Gold is Restoratiue, restore it than
008.B46.113 Or if with it thou beest loath to depart,
008.B46.114 Because tis Cordiall, would t'were at thy hart.
008.B46.0SS J. / Finis / [two grape clusters]
008.B46.0$$ %1no ind; SS could be monogram for JD--all 3 ll. of SS centered; 
top l. of HE centered & 2d l. aligned with its left side [sort of centered]%2