IDENTILIN$$ F008NY30 NYPL Westmoreland MS\ff.[12-13v]\TLP\mf\P:TLP\o\4-10-91\P:GAS,TJS\o\4-7-95\C:JSC 008.NY3.0HE Elegia .1.%5a%6| 008.NY3.001 Not y%5t%6 in color it was like thy haire 008.NY3.002 For armelets of that thou maist let me weare; 008.NY3.003 Nor y%5t%6 thy hand it ofte embrac'd & kist, 008.NY3.004 For so it had that good, w%5ch%6 ofte I mist, 008.NY3.005 Nor for y%5t%6 sely old moralitee 008.NY3.006 That as those Lincks are tyed o%5r%6 loue should bee 008.NY3.007 Mourne I: y%5t%6 I thy seuenfold chayne haue lost 008.NY3.008 Nor for y%5e%6 lucks sake but the bitter cost. 008.NY3.009 Oh shall twelve righteous Angels w%5ch%6 as yet 008.NY3.010 No leauen of vile sodder did admitt; 008.NY3.011 Nor yet by any taint haue stray'd or gone 008.NY3.012 From the first State of ther%>>the< Creation; 008.NY3.013 Angels w%5ch%6 heauen com%Manded to prouide 008.NY3.014 All things to me, and be my faythfull guide 008.NY3.015 To gayne new frinds, to'appease great enemyes 008.NY3.016 To comfort my Soule when I ly or rise; 008.NY3.017 Shall these twelue innocents, by thy seuere 008.NY3.018 Sentence, dradd Iudge, my sins great burden beare? 008.NY3.019 Shall they be damn'd and in y%5e%6 furnace throwne 008.NY3.020 And punisht for offenses, not their owne. 008.NY3.021 They saue not me, they do not ease my paynes 008.NY3.022 When in y%5t%6 hell they'are burn'd and tyed in chaynes. 008.NY3.023 Weare they but crownes of France, I cared not 008.NY3.024 for most of them their naturall cuntry rott 008.NY3.025 I thinke possesseth, they come here to vs 008.NY3.026 So leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinous, 008.NY3.027 And howsoere french kings most Christian bee 008.NY3.028 Their crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly. 008.NY3.029 Or weare they Spanish Stampes, still trauailing 008.NY3.030 That are become as Catholique as their king 008.NY3.031 Those vnlick'd beare-whelps, vnfil'd pistolets, 008.NY3.032 That more then Canon shotts auayles or letts, 008.NY3.033 W%5ch%6 negligently lefte vnrounded looke 008.NY3.034 Like many angled figures in y%5e%6 booke 008.NY3.035 Of some great Coniuror, w%5ch%6 would enforce [12v] 008.NY3.036 Nature, as these do iustice fro%M her course. 008.NY3.037 W%5ch%6, as y%5e%6 Soule quickens head, feete and hart 008.NY3.038 As streames like vaynes, run through th'earths euery part 008.NY3.039 Visit all Cuntryes, and haue slily made 008.NY3.040 Georgeous France ragged, ruynd and decayd 008.NY3.041 Scotland w%5ch%6 knew no State proud in one day 008.NY3.042 And mangled seuentene headed Belgia; 008.NY3.043 Or weare it such gold as y%5t%6, wherwithall 008.NY3.044 Allmighty Chimicks fro%M each minerall 008.NY3.045 Hauing by subtile fyre a soule out pull'd 008.NY3.046 Are durtely and desperatly gulld, 008.NY3.047 I would not spitt to quench y%5e%6 fyre they''weare in 008.NY3.048 For they are guilty of much haynous sin. 008.NY3.049 But shall my harmelesse Angels perish? shall 008.NY3.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my food, my all? 008.NY3.051 Much hope w%5ch%6 they should nourish wilbe dead 008.NY3.052 Much of my able Youth and Lustihead 008.NY3.053 Will vanish, if thou Loue let them alone 008.NY3.054 for thou wilt loue me lesse, when they are gone: 008.NY3.055 Oh be content y%5t%6 some lowd squeaking Crier 008.NY3.056 Well pleas'd w%5t%6 one leane thredbare groat for hyer 008.NY3.057 May like a deuill rore through euery Street 008.NY3.058 And gall y%5e%6 finders conscience if they meet. 008.NY3.059 Or let me creepe to some dradd Coniurer 008.NY3.060 W%5ch%6 w%5th%6 fantastique Scheames fullfills much paper, 008.NY3.061 W%5ch%6 hath deuided heauen in tenements 008.NY3.062 And w%5t%6 whores, theves, & Murderers stuff'd his rents 008.NY3.063 So full, y%5t%6 though he passe them all in Sin 008.NY3.064 He leaues himselfe no roome to enter in, 008.NY3.065 And if when all his art & time is spent 008.NY3.066 He say, t'will neare be found, Oh be content. 008.NY3.067 Receaue the doome from him vngrudgingly 008.NY3.068 Because he is y%5e%6 Mouthe of destiny. 008.NY3.069 Thou sayst, alas the gold doth still remayne 008.NY3.070 Though it be changd and put into a Chayne. 008.NY3.071 So in those first falne Angels resteth still [13] 008.NY3.072 Wisdom & knowledg; but t'is turnd to ill. 008.NY3.073 As these should do good works and should prouide 008.NY3.074 Necessityes, but now must nource thy pride. 008.NY3.075 And they are still bad Angels, myne are none 008.NY3.076 for forme giues beeing, & their forme is gone. 008.NY3.077 Pity these Angels yet, their dignityes 008.NY3.078 Passe Vertues, Powers, and Principalityes. 008.NY3.079 But thou art resolute, thy will be donne 008.NY3.080 Yet w%5t%6 such anguish, as her only Sonne 008.NY3.081 The Mother in the hungry graue doth lay 008.NY3.082 Vnto the fyre these Martyrs I betray. 008.NY3.083 Good Soules, for you giue Life to euery thing, 008.NY3.084 Good Angels, for good Messages you bring, 008.NY3.085 Destin'd you might haue been, to such a one 008.NY3.086 As would haue lou'd, and worshipd you alone. 008.NY3.087 One w%5ch%6 would suffer hunger, nakednes 008.NY3.088 Yea deathe eare he would make you numberles. 008.NY3.089 But I ame guilty of your sad decay 008.NY3.090 May your few fellows longer w%5t%6 me stay. 008.NY3.091 But oh thou wretched finder whom I hate 008.NY3.092 So much, as I allmost pity thy state; 008.NY3.093 Gold beeing the heauiest metall amongst all 008.NY3.094 May my most heauy curse vpon thee fall. 008.NY3.095 Here fetterd, mannacled, and hangd in Chaines 008.NY3.096 first maist thou be, then chaind to hellish paynes. 008.NY3.097 Or be w%5t%6 forraign gold bribd to betray 008.NY3.098 Thy Cuntry, and fayle both of y%5t%6 and thy pay. 008.NY3.099 May the next thing thou stoopst to reach, containe 008.NY3.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moist braine: 008.NY3.101 Or Libells, or some interdicted thing 008.NY3.102 W%5ch%6 negligently kept, thy ruyne bring: 008.NY3.103 Lust bred diseases rott thee'and dwell w%5t%6 thee 008.NY3.104 Itchy desyre, and no abilitee. 008.NY3.105 May all the hurt w%5ch%6 euer gold hath wrought, 008.NY3.106 All Mischiefs w%5ch%6 all deuills euer thought, 008.NY3.107 Want after plenty, poore and gowty age [13v] 008.NY3.108 The plagues of trauailers, Loue and mariage 008.NY3.109 Afflict thee, and at thy lifes latest moment 008.NY3.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to thee present. 008.NY3.111 But I forgiue; repent then honest man 008.NY3.112 Gold is restoratiue, restore it than. 008.NY3.113 Or if w%5t%6 it thou beest loth to depart 008.NY3.114 Because t'is cordial, would t'weare at thy hart. 008.NY3.0SS [long slash mark as horizontal rule] 008.NY3.$$ %1HE in LM op. l.1; l.1 ind%2