IDENTILIN$$  F008NY10 NYPL, Cave MS\pp.1-5 of elegies section\M:TLP\P:EWS\o\4-10-91\P:TLP\o\4-8-95\C:JSC
008.NY1.0HE  %1Elegia 1.%5ma%6 The Bracelett.%2
008.NY1.001  Not that in colour it was like thy haire,
008.NY1.002  For a***letts%>a>rme<letts of that thou mayst let me weare:
008.NY1.003  Nor that thy hand it ofte embrac'd & kist
008.NY1.004  For so it had that good w%5ch%6 ofte I mist
008.NY1.005  Nor for that silly old moralitye
008.NY1.006  That as those links are ty'd our loues should be,
008.NY1.007  Mourn I that I thy seuen=fold chaine haue lost;
008.NY1.008  Nor for the lucks sake, but the bitt%5r%6 cost.
008.NY1.009  Oh shall twelue righteouse angells, w%5ch%6 as yet
008.NY1.010  Noe leauen of vile soder did admitt?
008.NY1.011  Nor yet by any taint haue strayd or gone,
008.NY1.012  From the first state of theire cration?
008.NY1.013  Angells, w%5ch%6 heauen com%Maunded to prouide
008.NY1.014  All things to me and be my faithfull guide;
008.NY1.015  To gaine new freinds t'apease greate enimyes,
008.NY1.016  To comforte my soule when I lye or rise
008.NY1.017  Shall theise twelue innocents, by thy seuere
008.NY1.018  Sentence, (dread iudge), my sinns great burthen beare?
008.NY1.019  Shall they be damn'd? & in the fornace throwne
008.NY1.020  And punish't for offences not theire owne?
008.NY1.021  They saue not me, they doe not ease my paines,
008.NY1.022  When in that hell th'are burnt, & ty'd in Chaines.
008.NY1.023  Were they but crownes of %1France%2 I cared not
008.NY1.024  For Most of them theire Naturall country rott
008.NY1.025  I thinke possesseth, they come heer to vs
008.NY1.026  So leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinouse [CW:And]
008.NY1.027  And howsoe're %1French=Kings%2 most Christian be, [p.2]
008.NY1.028  Their Crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly.
008.NY1.029  Or were they Spanish stamps still trauayling
008.NY1.030  That are become as Catholicke as theire Kinge
008.NY1.031  Those vnlick't bear=whelps, vnfil'd pistolettes
008.NY1.032  That more then Cannon shott avayles or lettes;
008.NY1.033  W%5ch%6 negligently left vnrounded looke
008.NY1.034  Like many angled ffigures in the booke
008.NY1.035  Of some great Coniurer, who would enforce
008.NY1.036  Nature as these doe iustice from her course;
008.NY1.037  W%5ch%6 (as the soule quickneth head, feet, & harte 
008.NY1.038  As streames like vaynes run through th'earths euery parte)
008.NY1.039  Visitte all countries, & haue slily made,
008.NY1.040  Gorgeouse %1France%2 ragged, ruin'd & decay'd
008.NY1.041  %1Scotland%2, w%5ch%6 knew noe state proude in one day,
008.NY1.042  And mangl'd seuenteen headed %1Belgia%2.
008.NY1.043  Or were it such gold as that wherw%5th%6
008.NY1.044  Almightye Chymicks from each minerall
008.NY1.045  Hauing by subtile fire a soule out pul'd
008.NY1.046  Are durtely and desperatly gull'd.
008.NY1.047  I would not spitt to quench the fire they were in
008.NY1.048  ffor they are guiltie of much heinouse sinn.
008.NY1.049  But shall my harmlesse angells perish? shall
008.NY1.050  I loose my guard, my ease, my food, my All?
008.NY1.051  Much hope w%5ch%6 they should nourish wilbe dead
008.NY1.052  Much of my able yeouth and lustie=heade.
008.NY1.053  Will vanishe; if thou loue lett them alone
008.NY1.054  ffor thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone. [CW:om]
008.NY1.055  Oh be content that some lo*d%>>lou'd< squeaking crye%5r%6 [p.3]
008.NY1.056  Well pleas'd w%5th%6 one leane threed=bare groate for hire
008.NY1.057  May like a Diuell rore through euery street
008.NY1.058  And gall the finders conscience, if hee meete.
008.NY1.059  Or let me creep to some dread coniurer
008.NY1.060  W%5ch%6 w%5th%6 fantastiq%Q scheames fullfills much paper
008.NY1.061  W%5ch%6 hath deuided heauen in tenements
008.NY1.062  And w%5th%6 whores, theeus and murderers stuf'd his rents
008.NY1.063  So full that though he passe them all in sinne
008.NY1.064  He leaues himselfe noe roome to enter in:
008.NY1.065  And if when all his art and tyme is spent
008.NY1.066  He say 'twill neer be found, oh be contente
008.NY1.067  Receiue the doome from him vngrudgingly
008.NY1.068  Because he is the mouth of destenye:
008.NY1.069  Thou sai'st alasse the gold doth still remayne
008.NY1.070  Though it be chang'd and put into a Chayne.
008.NY1.071  So in those first falne Angells, resteth still
008.NY1.072  Wisdome & knowledge, but 'tis turn'd to ill.
008.NY1.073  As these should doe good workes & should prouide 
008.NY1.074  Necessities but now must nurse thy pride:
008.NY1.075  And they are still bad angells: myne are none
008.NY1.076  ffor forme giues beeing, & theire forme is gone.
008.NY1.077  Pittie these Angells yet, theire dignities
008.NY1.078  Past vertues, powres & principalityes
008.NY1.079  But thou art resolute thy wilbe done
008.NY1.080  Yet w%5th%6 such anguish as her only sonn
008.NY1.081  The Mother in the hungrie graue doth lay
008.NY1.082  Vnto the fire these martyrs I betraye. [CW:om]
008.NY1.083  Good soules! for yow giue lyfe to euery thinge. [p.4]
008.NY1.084  Good angells! for good messages yow bringe.
008.NY1.085  Destin'd yow might haue been to such a one
008.NY1.086  As would haue lou'd & worshipp'd yo%5w%6 alone.
008.NY1.087  One w%5ch%6 would suffer hunger nakednesse
008.NY1.088  Yea death ere he would make yo%5r%6 number lesse.
008.NY1.089  But I am guiltie of yo%5r%6 sad decay
008.NY1.090  May yo%5r%6 few fellowes longer w%5th%6 me stay.
008.NY1.091  But oh thou wretched finder whome I hate
008.NY1.092  So much as I almost pittie thy state.
008.NY1.093  Gold beeing the heauiest mettle among'st all
008.NY1.094  May my most heauye curse vppon the fall.
008.NY1.095  Heere fettred, manacl'd & hang'd in chaines
008.NY1.096  ffirst may'st thou be, then chayn'd to hellish paynes
008.NY1.097  Or be w%5th%6 forraigne gold brib'd to betray
008.NY1.098  Thy countrie, & fayle both of it & thy paye.
008.NY1.099  May the next thing thou stoop'st to r%5e%6ache, contayne
008.NY1.100  Poyson whose nimble fume rott thy moyst brayne
008.NY1.101  Or libells, or some interdicted thinge
008.NY1.102  W%5ch%6 negligently kept thy ruine bringe.
008.NY1.103  Lust bred diseases rott & dwell w%5th%6 thee:
008.NY1.104  Itchy desire and noe abilitye
008.NY1.105  May all the hurte w%5ch%6 euer gold hath wroughte
008.NY1.106  All mischeifes w%5ch%6 all deuills eu%5r%6 thoughte
008.NY1.107  Wante after plentie, poore and goutie age
008.NY1.108  The plauges of trauaylers loue & mariage. [CW:om]
008.NY1.109  Afflicte thee and at thy lyfes latest momente [p.5]
008.NY1.110  May thy swolne sinns themselus to thee p%5r%6sente.
008.NY1.111  But I forgiue:  Repent then honest man!
008.NY1.112  Gold is restoratiue, restore it then.
008.NY1.113  Or if w%5th%6 it thou beest loath to departe
008.NY1.114  Because 'tis cordiall would 'twere at thy harte.|
008.NY1.0SS  %1Finis. Eleg. 1.             Jo: Donn.%2
008.NY1.0$$  %1No ind; ll. 5, 15, 20, 25 numbered in LM (prob. scribal, says TLP)%2