IDENTILIN$$ File F008R03 Rosenbach MS 239/22\ff.44-45v\TLP\mf\P:TLP\o\3-1-89\C:JSC 008.R03.0HE To a Lady whose Chaine was lost by. D. D. D. P. 008.R03.001 Not that in colour it was like thy haire 008.R03.002 ffor armeletts of that thou mightst let me weare 008.R03.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embracd and kisst 008.R03.004 ffor so it had that good that oft I misst 008.R03.005 Nor for that silly old morality 008.R03.006 That as those Linkes are knitt o%5r%6 loue should be 008.R03.007 Mourne I that I thy seauenfold chaine haue lost 008.R03.008 Nor for the linkes sake but the bitter cost 008.R03.009 O shall 12 righteous Angells which as yet 008.R03.010 No Leaven of vitider->>villder< solder did admitt 008.R03.011 Nor yet by any fault haue straid and gone 008.R03.012 ffrom the first state of her creation 008.R03.013 Angells which heauen commanded to prouide 008.R03.014 All things for me to be my faithfull guide 008.R03.015 To gaine new frends, to appease great enemyes 008.R03.016 To comfort my soule whither I lye or rise 008.R03.017 Shall these 12 Innocents by thy severe 008.R03.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my sinnes great burden beare 008.R03.019 Shall they be damnd and in the ffurnace throwne 008.R03.020 And punisht for offences not ther owne 008.R03.021 They saue not me they doe not ease my paines [f.44v] 008.R03.022 When that in Hell they're burnt and tyed in chaines 008.R03.023 Were they but Crownes of ffrance I cared not 008.R03.024 ffor most of those ther naturall Countreys rott 008.R03.025 I thinke possesseth they come here to vs 008.R03.026 So leane so pale so lame so ruinous 008.R03.027 That howsoere ffrench Kings most Christian be 008.R03.028 There Crownes are circumcisd most Iewishly 008.R03.029 Or were they Spanish stampes still travailing 008.R03.030 That are become as Catholicke as there Kinge 008.R03.031 Those vnlickt Bear-welps, vnfiled Pistolets 008.R03.032 That more then Cannon shott auailes or letts 008.R03.033 That negligently left vnrounded looke 008.R03.034 Like many Angled figures in the booke 008.R03.035 Of some great Coniurer that would enforce 008.R03.036 Nature, as these doe Iustice from her course 008.R03.037 That like the soule runnes through th'head, feet & hart 008.R03.038 As streames like veines %Yth%Z runne though th'earths each p%Pt 008.R03.039 Visit all Countryes and haue slyly made 008.R03.040 Gorgeous ffrance raggd ruind and decayd 008.R03.041 Scotland that knew noe face proud in one day 008.R03.042 And mangled 17%5tene%6 headed Belgia 008.R03.043 Or were it such gold as that wherewithall 008.R03.044 All-mighty Chimicks from each minerall 008.R03.045 hauing by subtle fire a soule out pulld 008.R03.046 Are durtyly and desperately gulld 008.R03.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire they are in 008.R03.048 ffor they are guilty of much hainous sinne. 008.R03.049 But shall my harmelesse Angells perish? %Yall%Z shall 008.R03.050 I loose my guard my ease my life my all? 008.R03.051 Much hope that they now nourish will be dead 008.R03.052 Much of my able youth and liuelyhood. 008.R03.053 Will vanish if thou loue let them alone [f.45] 008.R03.054 ffor thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone. 008.R03.055 O be content that some loud-sqeaking Cryer 008.R03.056 Well pleasd with one leane thread-bare groate for hire 008.R03.057 May like a deuill roare through euery street 008.R03.058 And gall the finders conscience as they meet. 008.R03.059 O let me creepe to some dread Coniurer 008.R03.060 That with fantasticke Scheames fullfills much paper 008.R03.061 That hath diuided heaven in Tenements 008.R03.062 And with whores theeues and murtherers stuffes his tents->>rents< 008.R03.063 So full that though he passe them all in sinne 008.R03.064 he leaue himselfe noe roome to enter in 008.R03.065 And if when all his art and time is spent 008.R03.066 He say twill nere be found yet be content 008.R03.067 Receiue from him tht doome vngrudgingly 008.R03.068 Because he is the mouth of Destinye 008.R03.069om 008.R03.070om 008.R03.071om 008.R03.072om 008.R03.073om 008.R03.074om 008.R03.075om 008.R03.076om 008.R03.077om 008.R03.078om 008.R03.079 But thou art resolute thy will be done 008.R03.080 Yet with such anguish as her only sonne 008.R03.081 The mother in the hungry graue doth lay 008.R03.082 Vnto the fire these Martirs I betray 008.R03.083 Good soules for you giue life to euery thing 008.R03.084 Good Angells for good messages you bring 008.R03.085 Destind you might haue bene to such an one 008.R03.086 That would haue loued and worshipt you alone 008.R03.087 One that would suffer hunger nakednesse 008.R03.088 Yea death but he would make you number lesse 008.R03.089 But I am guilty of yo%5r%6 sad decay 008.R03.090 May yo%5r%6 few fellowes longer with me stay. 008.R03.091 But o%C thou wretched finder whom I hate 008.R03.092 So much I almost pitty thine estate 008.R03.093 Gold being the heauyest mettall amongst all 008.R03.094 May my most heauy curse vppon the fall 008.R03.095 Here manicled, fetterd and tyed in chaines 008.R03.096 ffirst mayst thou be then chaind in hellish paines 008.R03.097 Or be with forraine gold bribed to betray [f.45v] 008.R03.098 Thy Country and faile both of it and pay 008.R03.099 May y%5e%6 next thing thou stoopst to reach containe 008.R03.100 Poison whose nimble fume rott thy moist braine 008.R03.101 Or Libells or some interdicted thing 008.R03.102 Which negligently kept thy ruine bring 008.R03.103 Lust-bred diseases rott thee. And dwell with thee 008.R03.104 Itchy desires and no ability 008.R03.105 May all the euills that gold euer wrought 008.R03.106 All mischiefes that all deuills euer thought 008.R03.107 Want after plenty, poore and gouty age 008.R03.108 The plagues of trauellors and marrigge->>marriage< 008.R03.109 Afflict thee and at thy last moment 008.R03.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to the present. 008.R03.111 But I forgiue repent thee honest man 008.R03.112 Gold is restauratiue restore it than. 008.R03.113 But if from it thou bee'st loth to depart 008.R03.114 Because tis Cordiall would twere at thy hart 008.R03.0SS [om] 008.R03.0$$ %1Ll. 9, 49, 55, 59, 79, 91, 111 ind.%2