IDENTILIN$$ File F010C080 Leconfield MS, ff.25v-27. E:G.L.\??\??\C:GAS\O\8-12-92 010.C08.0HE Elegie 6%5th%6. 010.C08.001 Once and butt once fownd in thy companie, 010.C08.002 All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on me, 010.C08.003 And as a theife att barr, is questiond there 010.C08.004 By all the men, that haue bein robd' that yeare. 010.C08.005 So am I, (by this Traiterous meanes surpriz'd.) 010.C08.006 By thy Hidroptique father catechiz'd. 010.C08.007om 010.C08.008om 010.C08.009 Though he hath oft sworne that he would remooue 010.C08.010 Thy bewties bewtie, and food of our loue 010.C08.011 Hope of his goods, if I w%5th%6 thee were seene 010.C08.012 Yett close and secrett, as our soules, we haue beine->>>beene.<< 010.C08.013 Though thy immortall mother w.%5ch%6 dooth lye 010.C08.014 Still buried in hir bed, yett will not dye, 010.C08.015 Takes this aduantage to sleepe out daie light, 010.C08.016 And watch thy entries, and retornes all night, 010.C08.017 And when shee takes thy hand and would seeme kinde, 010.C08.018 Dooth search what rings and armletts shee can finde. 010.C08.019 And kissing, notes the coulor of thy face, 010.C08.020 And fearing least thou=ar't swolne, dooth thee embrace. 010.C08.021 To try if thou long, dooth name strange meats 010.C08.022 And notes thy palenes, blushings, sighes, and sweats./[CW:And/] 010.C08.023 And pollitiquelie will to thee confes [26r] 010.C08.024 The sinns of hir owne youths ranck lustines. 010.C08.025 Yett loue>>,<< those sorceries, did remooue, and mooue, 010.C08.026 Thee, to gull thyne owne mother for my loue. 010.C08.027 Thy little brethren, w%5ch%6 like fairie sprights, 010.C08.028 Oft skipt into our chamber, those sweet nights. 010.C08.029 And kist and Ingled on thy fathers knee, 010.C08.030 were bribde' next day, to tell what they did see; 010.C08.031 The grim= eight= foote= high= Iron= bound seruingman, 010.C08.032 That oft names god in oaths, and only than. 010.C08.033 He that to barr the first gate, dooth as wide 010.C08.034 As the great Rhodian Colossus stride, 010.C08.035 W%5ch%6 if in hell no other paines there were 010.C08.036 Makes me feare hell, because he must be there. 010.C08.037 Though by thy father he were hir'd for this 010.C08.038 Could neuer wittnes anie touch or kisse. 010.C08.039 Butt oh too com%Mon ill, I brought w%5th%6 me, 010.C08.040 That w%5ch%6 betraid' me to my Enimie. 010.C08.041 A loud>>e<< perfume, w%5ch%6 at my entrance crye'd 010.C08.042 Euen at thy fathers nose, so weare wee spie'd[CW:When/] 010.C08.043 When, like a Tyrant King, that in his bed [26v] 010.C08.044 Smelt gunpouder, the pale wretch shiuered; 010.C08.045 Had itt bein some bad smell, he would haue thought, 010.C08.046 That his owne feet or breath, that smell had wrought. 010.C08.047 Butt as wee in our Ile imprisoned, 010.C08.048 Where cattell onlie, and diuers doggs are bred. 010.C08.049 The pretious vnicorns, strange monsters call, 010.C08.050 So thought he good, strange, that had none at all. 010.C08.051 I taught my silks their whistlings to forbeare, 010.C08.052 Euen my opprest shooes, dumbe and speechles were, 010.C08.053 Onlie thou bitter sweet, whome I had laid 010.C08.054 Next me, me traiterously hast betray'd. 010.C08.055 And vnsuspected hast inuisiblie 010.C08.056 At once fled vnto him, and stay'd w%5th%6 mee. 010.C08.057 Base excrement of earth, w%5ch%6 doost confound, 010.C08.058 Sense, from distinguishing the silk from sound, 010.C08.059 By thee the seelie amorous sucks his death, 010.C08.060 By drawing in a leprous harlotts breath. 010.C08.061 By thee the greatest staine to mans estate 010.C08.062 ffalls on vs, to be call'd effeminate;[CW:Though./] 010.C08.063 Though you be much loued' in the Princes hall, [27r] 010.C08.064 These things that seeme, exceed substantiall>>.<< 010.C08.065 Gods, when you fum'd on Altars, were pleas'd well, 010.C08.066 Because you were burnt, not that they likd' your smell. 010.C08.067 You are loathsome all, being taken singlie alone 010.C08.068 Shall wee loue ill things ioyn'd, and hate each one? 010.C08.069 If you were good, your good dooth soone decaye, 010.C08.070 And you are rare, that takes the good awaye. 010.C08.071 All my perfumes, I giue most willinglie, 010.C08.072 To embalme thy fathers corse. What, will he dye? 010.C08.0$$ Ll. 7 & 8 om, but no gap in ms.; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation