IDENTILIN$$ File F008H080 Harvard, Eng. 966.7\ff 62v-64r\M:G.L.\mf\P:DAF\o\5-12-92\C:JSC 008.H08.0HE Armilla. I. D. 008.H08.001 Not that in colour it was like thy haire, 008.H08.002 ffor armeletts of that thou mayst lett mee weare, 008.H08.003 Not that thy hand it oft imbrac'te & kist 008.H08.004 ffor soe it had that good w%5ch%6 oft I mist, 008.H08.005 Nor for that silly old morality 008.H08.006 That as those linkes are tyde our loue should bee, 008.H08.007 Mourne I that I thy seaven-fold chayne haue lost, 008.H08.008 Nor for the luck-sake; but the bitter cost. 008.H08.009 Oh shall twelue righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yet 008.H08.010 Noe Leaven of vile soulder did admitt, 008.H08.011om 008.H08.012om 008.H08.013 Angells, w%5ch%6 heauen commanded to provide 008.H08.014 All things for mee, & be my faithfull guide, 008.H08.015 To gaine new frends, t'appease great enemyes, 008.H08.016 Comfort my Soule whether I lye or rise, 008.H08.017 Shall these twelue Innocents by thy severe 008.H08.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my sinnes great burthen beare? 008.H08.019 Shall they be damn'd, & to the furnace throwne 008.H08.020 And punnisht for offences not their owne? 008.H08.021 They saue not mee, they doe not ease my paynes 008.H08.022 When in that hell th'are burnt, & ty'de in chaynes: [CW:om] 008.H08.023 Were they but Crownes of ffrance I cared not, [63r] 008.H08.024 ffor most of them their naturall Country rott 008.H08.025 (I thinke) possesseth; they come here to vs 008.H08.026 Soe leane, soe pale, soe lame, soe ruinous; 008.H08.027 And howsoe're ffrench ffrench Kings most Christian bee 008.H08.028 Their crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly: 008.H08.029 Or were they Spanish stamps still travelling 008.H08.030 That are become as Catholike as their Kinge, 008.H08.031 Those vnlickt Beare whelpes, vnfill'd d Pistoletts 008.H08.032 That more then Canon shott availes, or letts, 008.H08.033 Which negligently left vnroundly, looke 008.H08.034 Like many angled figures in the booke 008.H08.035 Of some great Coniurer, w%5ch%6 would inforce 008.H08.036 Nature, as these doe iustice from her course; 008.H08.037 Which, as the Soule quickens head, feete, & heart, 008.H08.038 As streames, like veines run through th'earths ev'ry part, 008.H08.039 Visitt all Countryes, & haue slyly made 008.H08.040 Gorgeous ffrance ragged, ruin'd & decayd 008.H08.041 Scotland, w%5ch%6 knew noe State, prun'd in one day 008.H08.042 And mangled seaventeene-headed Belgia. 008.H08.043 Or were it such gold as that wherewithall 008.H08.044 Almighty Chymicks from each Minerall 008.H08.045 Hauing by subtle force a soule out-pul'd 008.H08.046 Are durtily & desperatly gul'd 008.H08.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire they were in 008.H08.048 ffor they are guilty of much hainous sinne. 008.H08.049 But shall my harmeless Angells perish? shall 008.H08.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my food, my all? 008.H08.051 Much hope, w%5ch%6 they should nourish will be dead; 008.H08.052 Much of my able youth, & lusty head [CW:om] 008.H08.053 Will vanish. If thou loue, let them alone, [63v] 008.H08.054 But thou willt loue mee less when they are gone. 008.H08.055 Oh be content that some loud squeaking Cryer 008.H08.056 Well pleasd with one leane, thread-bare groate for hire 008.H08.057 May like a Devill roare through every street 008.H08.058 And gall the finders conscience, if they meet: 008.H08.059 Or lett mee creepe to some dread Coniurer 008.H08.060 Which with fantasticke scheames fills full much paper, 008.H08.061 W%5ch%6 hath divided heaven in Tenements, 008.H08.062 And with whores, theeues, & murderers stuffs her rents 008.H08.063 Soe full, that though hee pass them all in sinne 008.H08.064 Hee leaues himselfe noe roome to enter in, 008.H08.065 And if when all his Art & tyme is spent 008.H08.066 Hee say twill ne're be found: oh be content, 008.H08.067 Receiue the doome from him vngrudgingly 008.H08.068 Because he is the mouth of destiny. 008.H08.069 Thou sayst alas the gold doth still remaine 008.H08.070 Though it be chang'd & putt into a chaine, 008.H08.071 Soe in those first-falne Angells resteth still 008.H08.072 Wisedome & knowledg but tis turn'd to ill: 008.H08.073 As these should doe good workes & should provide 008.H08.074 Necessityes but now must nurse thy pride; 008.H08.075 And they are still bad Angells, myne are none, 008.H08.076 ffor formes giue being, & their formes are gone: 008.H08.077 Pitty these Angells yett, their dignityes 008.H08.078 Pass vertues, powers, & principalityes; 008.H08.079 But thou art resolute, thy will be done; 008.H08.080 Yet with such anguish, as her only sonne 008.H08.081 The mother in the hungry graue doth lay, 008.H08.082 Vnto the fires these Martyrs I betray. [CW:om] 008.H08.083 Good soules, for you giue life to every thinge, [64r] 008.H08.084 Good Angells, for good messages you bring, 008.H08.085 Destind you might haue bin to such a one 008.H08.086 As would haue lou'd, & worshipt you alone; 008.H08.087 One, that would sufer hunger, nakednes 008.H08.088 Yea death, e're he would make your number less; 008.H08.089 But I am guilty of y%5r%6 sad decay, 008.H08.090 May your few fellowes longer with mee stay. 008.H08.091 But thou o wretched finder whom I hate 008.H08.092 Soe, that I almost pitty thyne estate 008.H08.093 Gold being the heavyest mettall amongst all 008.H08.094 May my most heavy curse vpon thee fall; 008.H08.095 Here fetterd, manacled, & hang'd in chaynes 008.H08.096 ffirst mayst thou bee, then tyde to hellish paynes, 008.H08.097 Or be by forraine gold bribd to betray 008.H08.098 Thy country, & faile both of that & pay; 008.H08.099 May the next thinge thou stoopst to reach contayne 008.H08.100 Poison whose nimble fume rott thy moist brayne; 008.H08.101 Or libells, or some interdicted thinge 008.H08.102 W%5ch%6 negligently kept thy ruine bringe; 008.H08.103 Lust-bredd diseases rott thee, & dwell with thee 008.H08.104 Itchy desire & noe ability; 008.H08.105 May all the hurt that euer gold hath wrought, 008.H08.106 All mischeifes w%5ch%6 all Devills ever thought, 008.H08.107 Want after plenty, poore & gouty age, 008.H08.108 The plagues of travailers, loue & marriage 008.H08.109 Afflict thee: & at thy liues latest moment 008.H08.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to thee present. 008.H08.111 but I forgiue: repent thou honest man, 008.H08.112 Gold is restoratiue, restore it then, 008.H08.113 Or if with it thou beest loath to depart 008.H08.114 Because tis cordiall, would twere at thy heart.| 008.H08.0SS [om] five squiggles each followed by a dot 008.H08.0$$ %1No ind.; Beal foliation differs from mf.%2