IDENTILIN$$ F009.CT1|ElComp ms. R.3.12 (Puckering ms.)| pp. 6-7.\E:CMR\mf\4-17-92/cor EWS/o/6-16-92 009.CT1.HE1 %X%1Elegie%2 009.CT1.001 As the sweet sweat of roses in a still 009.CT1.002 As that w%5ch%6 from chaf'd Muscatts pores doth trill 009.CT1.003 As the Almightie balme of the early east 009.CT1.004 Such are the sweat dropps, on my Mistress breast; 009.CT1.005 And on her neck her skin such lustre setts 009.CT1.006 They seeme noe sweat dropps, but pearle Coronetts. 009.CT1.007 Ranck sweaty froth thy Mistress browe defiles, 009.CT1.008 Like spermatick issue of ripe menstruous biles, 009.CT1.009 Or like the scum%M, w%5ch%6 by needs needless lawe 009.CT1.010 Enforc'd Sanserraes starued men to drawe 009.CT1.011 ffrom perboild shoes, & bootes, and all the rest, 009.CT1.012 W%5ch%6 were w%5th%6 any soueraigne fatnes blest: 009.CT1.013 And like vile lieing stones, in saffrond tinn 009.CT1.014 Or warts, or wheales, they hang vpon her chinne->>skinne< 009.CT1.015 Round as the world's her head, on euery side 009.CT1.016 Like to the fatall bale, w%5ch%6 fell on Ide, 009.CT1.017 Or that whereof God had such iealousy 009.CT1.018 As for the rauishing whereof wee dye; 009.CT1.019 Thy head is like a rough hew'n statue of ieat 009.CT1.020 Where marks for eyes, nose, mouth, are yet scarce sett 009.CT1.021 Like the first Chao%Us, or flatt seeming face 009.CT1.022 Of Cynthia when th'earths shadowes her embrace; 009.CT1.023 Like Proserpines white beauty=keeping chest 009.CT1.024 Or Ioues best fortunes vrne, is her faire breast 009.CT1.025 Thine like worm-eaten truncks, cloath'd in Ceales skin 009.CT1.026 Or graue thats durt w%5th%6out, and stinck within [CW: And] 009.CT1.027 And like that slender stalk at whose end stands, [p. 7 009.CT1.028 The woodbine quiuering are her arms and hands 009.CT1.029 Like rough-barck'd Elm-boughes, or the russet skinn 009.CT1.030 Of men late scourg'd for madness, or for sinn; 009.CT1.031 Like Sun-parch'd quarters, on the Citie gate, 009.CT1.032 Such is thy tann'd skinns lamentable state; 009.CT1.033 And like a bunch of ragged Carretts, stand 009.CT1.034 The short swolne fingers of thy gowty hand. 009.CT1.035 Then like the Chimicks masculine equall fire, 009.CT1.036 W%5ch%6 in the Limbecks warme wombe doth inspire 009.CT1.037 Into the earths worthless part a soule of gold 009.CT1.038 Such cherishing heat her best lou'd part doth hold 009.CT1.039 Thine's like the dread mouth of a fired gunn 009.CT1.040 Or like hott liquid metalls newly runn. 009.CT1.041 Into clay moulds, or like that Etna, 009.CT1.042 Where round about the grass is burn'd away 009.CT1.043 Are not yo%5r%6 kisses then as filthy and more 009.CT1.044 As a worme sucking an inuenom'd sore? 009.CT1.045 Doth not thy hand in feeling quake 009.CT1.046 As one w%5th%6 gathering flowers still fear'd a snake? 009.CT1.047 Is not yo%5r%6 last act harsh and violent 009.CT1.048 As when a plough a stony ground doth rent? 009.CT1.049 So kisse good turtles; soe deuoutly nice 009.CT1.050 Are priests in handling reuerent sacrifice 009.CT1.051 And such in searching wounds the surgion is 009.CT1.052 As wee, when wee embrace, or touch, or kisse 009.CT1.053 Leaue her, and I will leaue compareing thus 009.CT1.054 Shee, and comparisons are odious. 009.CT1.0SS ffinis. [CW: %1Elegie%2] 009.CT1.0$$ %1in l. 30 the d in%2 madness %1looks like it has been changed from something, but I can't tell what--neither could EWS; no ind%2