IDENTILIN$$ File F008H050 Harvard, Eng. 966.4\ff.162r-163v\M:G.L.\mf\P:TLP\o\5-6-92\C:JSC 008.H05.0HE Armilla /To a Lady whose chaine was lost. 008.H05.001 Not that in colour it was like thy haire 008.H05.002 (for armeletts of that, thou mayst let me weare) 008.H05.003 nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd and kissd', 008.H05.004 (for so it had that good w%5ch%6 oft I missd') 008.H05.005 nor for that silly old Morality 008.H05.006 that as those linkes are ty'd, our loues should be 008.H05.007 mourne I, that I thy seaven-fold chayne haue lost, 008.H05.008 nor for the luckes sake, but the bitter cost. 008.H05.009 Oh! shall twelue righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yet 008.H05.010 no leaven of vile souder did admitt, 008.H05.011 nor yet by any taint haue stray'd or gone 008.H05.012 from the first state of theire Creation, 008.H05.013 Angells, w%5ch%6 heav'n com%Manded, to provide 008.H05.014 all thinges for me, and be my faithfull guide, 008.H05.015 to gaine newe frendes, t' appease greate enemies, 008.H05.016 to comfort my Soule when I ly or rise: 008.H05.017 shall those twelue Innocents by thy seuere 008.H05.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my sinnes great burden beare? 008.H05.019 Shall they be damnd' and to the furnace throwne, 008.H05.020 and punishd' for offences not theire owne? 008.H05.021 They saue not me, they do not ease my paines, 008.H05.022 when in that Hell th'are burnt and t'yde in chaines. 008.H05.023 were they but Crownes of ffrance, I cared not 008.H05.024 for most of them theire naturall Countrey rott 008.H05.025 (I thinke) possesseth, they come heere to vs 008.H05.026 soe leane, soe pale, soe lame, soe ruinous: 008.H05.027 and howesoe're ffrench kinges most christian be, 008.H05.028 theire Crownes are circumcisd' most Iewishly: 008.H05.029 Or were they Spanish stampes still travellinge, 008.H05.030 they are become as Catholicke as their kinge; [CW:om] 008.H05.031 Those vnlickt' beare-whelpes, vnfild' pistoletts [162v] 008.H05.032 that more then Cannon-shotts, avayle, or letts, 008.H05.033 w%5ch%6 negligintly left vn-roundly, looke 008.H05.034 like many angled figures in the booke 008.H05.035 of some greate Coniurer, w%5ch%6 cold inforce 008.H05.036 Nature, as these do Iustice, from her course; 008.H05.037 w%5ch%6, as the Soule quickens head, foote and hart: 008.H05.038 as streames, like vaines, runne through th'earths eu%5r%6y part, 008.H05.039 visitt all Countreyes, and haue slily made 008.H05.040 Gorgeous ffrance, ragg'd, ruind', and decay'd, 008.H05.041 Scotland, w%5ch%6 knewe noe state, proude in one day, 008.H05.042 and mangled seaventeene=headed Belgia: 008.H05.043 or were it such gold, as that, wherewithall 008.H05.044 Allmighty chymickes from each mynerall 008.H05.045 havinge by suttle fire a Soule out-pulld', 008.H05.046 and durtily and desperately gulld;' 008.H05.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire th'are in, 008.H05.048 for they are guilty of much hainous sinne. 008.H05.049 But shall my harmeles angells perish? shall 008.H05.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my food, my all? 008.H05.051 much hope, w%5ch%6 they should nourish, wilbe dead, 008.H05.052 much of my able youth and lusty head 008.H05.053 will vanish, yf thou loue, let them alone, 008.H05.054 but thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone. 008.H05.055 Oh! be content that some loud-squeaking Cryer, 008.H05.056 well pleasd' with one %Yleane%Z#leane thredbare groate for hyer 008.H05.057 may, like a Deuill, roare through euery streete, 008.H05.058 and gall y%5e%6 ffinders Conscience, yf they meete; 008.H05.059 Or let me creepe to some dread Coniurer 008.H05.060 w%5ch%6 with fantastique scheames fullfill much paper, [CW:om] 008.H05.061 w%5ch%6 hath devided Heavn' in Tenements, [163r] 008.H05.062 and with whores, theiues, and murderers stuft his[var:>her<] rents 008.H05.063 So full, that though he passe them all in sinne, 008.H05.064 he leaues himselfe no roome to enter in: 008.H05.065 and yf when all his Art and time is spent 008.H05.066 he say, 'twill n'ere be found, oh, be content; 008.H05.067 receiue the Doome from him vngrudgingly, 008.H05.068 because he is the mouth of Destiny. 008.H05.069 thou sayst, alas, the gold doth still remaine, 008.H05.070 though it be chang'd, and put into a chayne: 008.H05.071 soe in those first falne Angells resteth still 008.H05.072 wisedome and knowledge, but tis turnd' to ill, 008.H05.073 as these should do good workes, and should prouide 008.H05.074 necessityes, but nowe must nurse thy pride: 008.H05.075 and they are still bad angells; mine are none, 008.H05.076 for forme giues beinge, and theire forme is gone. 008.H05.077 Pitty these Angells, yet theire Dignityes 008.H05.078 passe vertues, powers and Principalityes. 008.H05.079 but thou art resolute, thy wilbe done; 008.H05.080 yet with such anguish, as her only sonne 008.H05.081 the mother in the hungry graue doth lay, 008.H05.082 vnto the fire, these Martyrs I betray. 008.H05.083 Good Soules! for you giue life to euery thinge: 008.H05.084 Good Angells! for good messages you bringe, 008.H05.085 destind' you might haue byn to such a one 008.H05.086 as would haue lou'd and worship't you alone; 008.H05.087 one w%5ch%6 would suffer hunger, nakednes, 008.H05.088 yea death, ere he would make your nu%Mber lesse; 008.H05.089 but I am guilty of your sad decay, 008.H05.090 may your fewe fellowes longer with me stay. 008.H05.091 But thou, o wretched finder, whome I hate 008.H05.092 So much, as I, almost pitty thy state; [CW:om] 008.H05.093 Gold being the heaviest mettle amongst all, [163v] 008.H05.094 may my most heavy curse vpon thee fall, 008.H05.095 heere fettred, manacld' and hang'd in chaynes 008.H05.096 first mayst thou be, then chayn'd in hellish paines, 008.H05.097 or be with forraine gold bribd', to betray 008.H05.098 thy Countrey, and faile both of that and pay. 008.H05.099 may the next thing thou stoopst to reach, containe 008.H05.100 poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moyst brayne; 008.H05.101 or libells, or some interdicted thinge, 008.H05.102 w%5ch%6 negligently kept, thy ruine bringe: 008.H05.103 Lust-bred diseases rott thee, and dwell with thee 008.H05.104 itchy desire, and no ability: 008.H05.105 may all the hurt w%5ch%6 euer gold hath wrought, 008.H05.106 all mischeifs, w%5ch%6 all Deuills euer thought, 008.H05.107 want after plenty, poore and gowty age, 008.H05.108 the plagues of travellers, Loue, and marriage 008.H05.109 afflict thee; and at thy lifes la>t'