IDENTILIN$$  File F008C090  Luttrell MS, ff.43r-44v.\M:G.L.\P:GAS\O/8-13-92\C:JSC
008.C09.0HE  Elegye. /To a Ladye whose chaine was lost. /The bracelett Armilla.
008.C09.001  Not that in Colour it was like thy hayre
008.C09.002  (for armeletts of that thou mayst lett me weare)
008.C09.003  nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd & kist
008.C09.004  (for so it had that good which oft I mist)
008.C09.005  nor for that silly old moralitye
008.C09.006  That as those linkes are ty'd, our hearts should bee
008.C09.007  mourne I that I thy seauen fold chayne haue lost
008.C09.008  nor for the lucks sake, but the bitter cost.
008.C09.009  Oh shall 12 righteous angells, which as yet
008.C09.010  no leauen of %Jvild%K[Mvar:>%Jvile%K<] soader did admitt
008.C09.011  nor yet by any taint hau*e[Mvar:>haue<] strayd or gon
008.C09.012  from the first state of their creation,
008.C09.013  Angells which heauen com%Maunded to prouide
008.C09.014  All thinges for me & bee my faithfull guide
008.C09.015  To gaine new freinds, t'appease great Enemies
008.C09.016  To comfort my soule when I lye or rise,
008.C09.017  Shall these 12 Innocents, by thy seuere
008.C09.018  Sentence (dread Iudge) my sinnes great burden beare?
008.C09.019  Shall they be burnt & in the furnace throwne,
008.c09.020  And punishd for offences not their owne?
008.C09.021  They saue not me, they do not ease my paines
008.C09.022  when as in Hell th'are burned & ty'd in chaynes.
008.C09.023  Were they but crownes of France I cared not
008.C09.024  for most of them their naturall countryes rott
008.C09.025  I thinke possesseth, they come heere to vs
008.C09.026  so leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinous. [CW:om]
008.C09.027  And howsoere French kinges most Christian bee [43v]
008.C09.028  Their Crownes are circumcisd most Iewishly.
008.C09.029  Or were they Spanish stamps still travelling
008.C09.030  That are become as Catholique as their kinge
008.C09.031  Those vnlickd Beare whelps, vnfil'd Pistoletts
008.C09.032  That more then Cannon shott avayle, or letts
008.C09.033  Which, negligently left vnrounded, looke
008.C09.034  Like many angled figures in the booke
008.C09.035  of some great Coniurer, which would inforce
008.C09.036  Nature, as these doe Iustice, from her course.
008.C09.037  Which, as the Soule, quicken head, feet, & heart
008.C09.038  As streames, like vaynes runne through th'earths euery part,
008.C09.039  Visit all countryes, & haue sly=ly made
008.C09.040  Gorgeous France ragged, ruin'd & decay'd, 
008.C09.041  Scotland, which knew no state, proud in one day,
008.C09.042  And mangled seauenteene headed Belgia.
008.C09.043  Or were it such gold as that wherwithall
008.C09.044  Almighty Chymicks from each minerall
008.C09.045  Hauing by subtill fire a soule out-pull'd
008.C09.046  Are ductily & desperately gull'd;
008.C09.047  I would not spitt to quench the fire they were in
008.C09.048  for they are guiltye of much haynous Sinne.
008.C09.049  But shall my harmlesse Angells perish? shall
008.C09.050  I loose my guard, my ease, my food, my All?
008.C09.051  Much hope which they should nourish would be dead
008.C09.052  Much of my able youth & lusty-head
008.C09.053  will vanish, if thou, Loue, let them alone
008.C09.054  for thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gon.
008.C09.055  oh be content that some loud squeaking Cryer
008.C09.056  well pleasd with one leane threadbare groat for hyre,
008.C09.057  may like a Deuill roare through euery street
008.C09.058  And gall the finders conscience if they meet. [CW:>>Or#lett<<]
008.C09.059  Or lett me creep to some dread Coniurer [44r]
008.C09.060  which with phantasticke scheames fulfills much paper
008.C09.061  which hath diuided %JHell%K[Mvar:>%JHeauen%K<] in Tenements
008.C09.062  And with whores theeues & murtherers filld her rents
008.C09.063  So full, that though he passe them all in sinne
008.C09.064  He leaues himselfe no roome to enter in,
008.C09.065  And if, when all his Art & time is spent
008.C09.066  He say, 'twill n'ere be found, oh be content
008.C09.067  Receaue the doome from him vngrudgingly%Ylye%Z
008.C09.068  Because he is the mouth of destinye.
008.C09.069  Thou sayst, alas, the gold doth still remaine
008.C09.070  Though it be changd & putt into a chayne.
008.C09.071  So in those first falne Angells resteth still
008.C09.072  wisdome & knowledge, but tis turnd to ill;
008.C09.073  As these should do good works & should prouide
008.C09.074  necessaryes, but now must nurse thy pride.
008.C09.075  And they are still bad Angels, mine are none
008.C09.076  for forme giues being, & their forme is gon.
008.C09.077  Pitty these Angells yet, their dignityes
008.C09.078  Passe virtues, Powers, & Principaletyes.
008.C09.079  But thou art resolute, thy will be done.
008.C09.080  Yet with such anguish, as her only sonne
008.C09.081  The mother in the hungry graue doth laye,
008.C09.082  Vnto the fire these Martyrs I betray.
008.C09.083  Good soules, for you giue life to euery thinge
008.C09.084  Good Angells, for good messages you bringe.
008.C09.085  Destin'd you might haue beene to such an one
008.C09.086  As would haue lou'd & worshipd you alone
008.C09.087  One which would suffer hunger, nakednes,
008.C09.088  Yea death, ere he would make your number lesse.
008.C09.089  But I am guilty of your sadd decay
008.C09.090  may your few fellowes longer with me stay. [CW:om]
008.C09.091  But thou o%C wretched finder whom I hate [44v]
008.C09.092  So as I almost pitty thine estate;
008.C09.093  Gold being the heauyest mettall amongst all
008.C09.094  May my most heauy curse vpon thee fall.
008.C09.095  Heere fetterd manacled, & hangd in chaynes
008.C09.096  ffirst mayst thou bee, then ty'd to hellish paynes.
008.C09.097  Or bee with forraigne gold bribd to betray
008.C09.098  Thy country, & faile both of that & pay.
008.C09.099  may the next thinge thou stoop'st to reach, containe
008.C09.100  Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moyst braine.
008.C09.101  Or Libell, or some interdicted thinge
008.C09.102  which negligently kept, thy ruine bringe.
008.C09.103  Lust-bredd diseases rott thee, & dwell with thee
008.C09.104  Itchy desire & no abilitye.
008.C09.105  May all the hurt which euer gold hath wrought,
008.C09.106  All mischeifes which all Deuills euer thought,
008.C09.107  want after plentye, poore & gouty Age,
008.C09.108  The plagues of Travell, loue, & mariage,
008.C09.109  Afflict thee, & at thy liues last moment
008.C09.110  May thy swolne sinnes themselues to thee p%5r%6sent,
008.C09.111  But I forgiue, repent thee honest man
008.C09.112  Gold is restoratiue, restore it than:
008.C09.113  or if with it thou beest loath to depart
008.C09.114  Because tis cordiall, would 'twere at thy heart.
008.C09.0SS  three dashes
008.C09.0$$  %1Title underscored by three dashes.  Ll. 9, 23, 29, 43, 69, 79, 91, 111 indented 3-5 spaces for paragraphing.%2