IDENTILIN$$ File F008C080 Leconfield, ff.17v-20v.\M:G.L.\E:GAS\o\8-12-92\C:JSC 008.C08.0HE Elegie . 1.%5st%6 008.C08.001 Not that in couller itt was like thy haire, 008.C08.002 For armeletts of that, thou maiest lett me weare. [CW:Nor.|] 008.C08.003 Nor that this hand, itt oft embrac't and ki>>s<<'t, [18r] 008.C08.004 For so itt had thatt good, w%5ch%6 oft I mist; 008.C08.005 Nor for that seelie olde morallitie, 008.C08.006 That as those lincks are tyed, our loue shoold be, 008.C08.007 Mourne I, that I this 7 fould chaine haue lost, 008.C08.008 Nor for the luck sake, butt the bitter cost; 008.C08.009 Oh shall 12 righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yett 008.C08.010 Noe leauen of vile sodder did admitt>>,<< 008.C08.011 Nor yett by anie falt haue strayed and gon. 008.C08.012 From the first state of theire creation; 008.C08.013 Angells w%5ch%6 heauen commaunded to prouide 008.C08.014 All things to me, and be my faithfull guide 008.C08.015 To gaine newe freinds, to appease great enimies, 008.C08.016 To comfort my soule, when I >>l<>o<>.<< 008.C08.017 Shall theise 12 innocents by thy seuere 008.C08.018 Sentence (dread Judge) my sinns great burden beare, 008.C08.019 Shall they be damn'd and in the fornace throwne, 008.C08.020 And punnis'd for offences not their owne. 008.C08.021 They saue not me; they doe not ease my paines, 008.C08.022 When in thatt hell, they are burnt, and tye'd in chaines. [CW:Were.|] 008.C08.023 Were they butt crownes of Fraunce, I car'd not. [18v] 008.C08.024 ffor moste of them theire naturall countrie rott 008.C08.025 I thinck possesseth, they come heere to vs 008.C08.026 [ind.4.sp]So leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinous. 008.C08.027 And howsoe're french Kings most christian be 008.C08.028 Theire crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishlie; 008.C08.029 Or weare they spannish stamps, still trauailing, 008.C08.030 That a>>re<< become as catholick as theire King, 008.C08.031 Those vnlic'kd beare whelps, vnfil'd pistoletts, 008.C08.032 Thatt more then Cannon shott, auailes, or letts, 008.C08.033 Which negligentlie left vnrounded, looke 008.C08.034 Like manie Angled figures in the booke 008.C08.035 Of some great Coniurer, which would enforce 008.C08.036 Nature, as theise doe Iustice from hir course, 008.C08.037 Which, as the soule quickens head, feet, and hart, 008.C08.038 As streames like veines runs through th'earths euerie part. 008.C08.039 Visitt all countries, and haue slyelie made 008.C08.040 Gorgeous Fraunce ruind', ragged and decaid'e. 008.C08.041 Scottland w%5ch%6 knewe no state, Proud in one daie, 008.C08.042 And mangled seauenteene headed Belgia. [CW:Or.|] 008.C08.043 Or were itt such golde, as that whe>>re<< with all [19r] 008.C08.044 Almightie Chemicks from each Minerall. 008.C08.045 Hauing by subtile fier a soule outpu'ld 008.C08.046 Are durtelie and desperatelie gulld'. 008.C08.047 I woulde not spitt to quench the fyre they wea>>r<>>lively#hood<<, 008.C08.053 Will vanish; yf thou loue, let them alone. 008.C08.054 For thou wilt loue the lesse when they are gone. 008.C08.055 Oh be content, that some loude squeaking Cryer, 008.C08.056 Well pleas'd with one leane thredbare groat for hyer, 008.C08.057 Maie like a deuill roare through euerie street 008.C08.058 And gall the finders conscience, yf they meete. 008.C08.059 Or lett me creepe to some dread Coniurer 008.C08.060 Which with fantastique scheames fullfills much paper. 008.C08.061 Which hath deuided heauen in tenements, 008.C08.062 And with whores, Theeues, and murderers, stuft his rents. [CW:So#full.|] 008.C08.063 So full, that though he passe them all in sinne [19v] 008.C08.064 He leaues himself no roome to enter in. 008.C08.065 And if, when all his art, and tyme, is spent, 008.C08.066 He say twi'll nere be found, oh be content. 008.C08.067 Receaue from him the doome vngrudginglie, 008.C08.068 Because he is the mouth of destenie. 008.C08.069 Thou saist, alas, the golde dooth still remaine 008.C08.070 Though itt be chang'd, and putt into a chaine. 008.C08.071 Soe in the first falne Angells resteth still, 008.C08.072 Wisedome and knowledge, butt ti's turned to ill. 008.C08.073 As theise shoolde doe good works, and shoold prouide 008.C08.074 Necessities, butt nowe must nurse thy Pride. 008.C08.075 And they are still bad Angells, mine are none 008.C08.076 Forme giues being, and theire forme is gone. 008.C08.077 Pittie theise Angells, yett theire dignities 008.C08.078 Pass>>e<< virtues, powers, and principalities; 008.C08.079 Butt thou art resolute; thy will be done>>.<< 008.C08.080 Yett with such anguish, as hir onlie sonne, 008.C08.081 The mother in the hungrie graue dooth lay>>,<< 008.C08.082 Vnto the fire theise Martirrs I betray. [CW:Good.|] 008.C08.083 Good soules, for you giue life to euerie thing, [20r] 008.C08.084 Good Angells, for good messages you bring. 008.C08.085 Destind you might haue beine to such a one>>,<< 008.C08.086 As woolde haue lou'd and worshipt you alone; 008.C08.087 One, w%5ch%6 woolde suffer hunger, Nakednesse 008.C08.088 Yea death, ere he woulde make your number lesse>>.<< 008.C08.089 Butt I am guiltie of your sad decaye, 008.C08.090 Maie your fewe fellowes longer with me stay>>.<< 008.C08.091 Butt oh, thou wretched finder, whome I hate 008.C08.092 Soe much, that I pittie thy estate; 008.C08.093 Golde being the heauiest mettall amongst all 008.C08.094 Maie my most heauie curse vpon thee fall. 008.C08.095 Heere fette'rd, manac'ld and hang'd in chaines 008.C08.096 First maiest thou be, then chain'd in hellish paines. 008.C08.097 Or be with foraigne golde, bribd'e to betray 008.C08.098 Thy Countrie, and faile both of that, and thy paye. 008.C08.099 Maye the next thing, thou stoopst to reach, conteine 008.C08.100 Poison, whose nimble fume, rott thy moist braine. 008.C08.101 Or libells, or some intedicted thing. 008.C08.102 Which negligentlie kept, thy ruyne bringe. [CW:Lust=bred.|][miscatch] 008.C08.103 Lustbred diseases rott thee, And dwell with thee, [20v] 008.C08.104 Itchie desire, and no abilitie. 008.C08.105 Maie all the hurt, w%5ch%6 euer golde hath wrought 008.C08.106 All mischeifs, which all deuills euer thought>>.<< 008.C08.107 Want after plentie, poore and goutie age, 008.C08.108 The plagues of trauailers, loue, and mariadge. 008.C08.109 Afflict thee, and att thy lifes latest moment, 008.C08.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to thee present. 008.C08.111 Butt I forgiue. Repent thou honest man, 008.C08.112 Golde is restoratiue; Restore itt then. 008.C08.113 Or if with itt, thou beest loath' to depart 008.C08.114 Because ti's cordiall; wou'ld twe'are at thy hart. 008.C08.0SS nothing recorded--check original 008.C08.0$$ %1From l. 26 all even no. ll. ind. 4-6 sp., except l. 48. Many additions & overwrites in second modern hand in blue ink.%2