IDENTILIN$$ F010.CT1|ElPerf ms. R.3.12 (Puckering ms.)| pp. 8-10\CMR\mf\4-20-92/cor EWS/o/6-16-92 010.CT1.HE1 %X%1Elegie%2 010.CT1.001 Once, and but once, found in thy company 010.CT1.002 All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on mee 010.CT1.003 And as a thief at barr is question'd there 010.CT1.004 By all the men that haue bene robb'd that yeare, 010.CT1.005 So am I (by this traiterous meanes) surpris'd 010.CT1.006 By thy Hydroptique father Catechis'd. 010.CT1.007 Though hee had wont to search w%5th%6 glazed eyes, 010.CT1.008 As though hee came to kill a Cockatrice, 010.CT1.009 Though hee haue oft sworne y%6e%6 hee would remoue 010.CT1.010 Thy beauties beautie, and food of our loue, 010.CT1.011 Hope of his goods, if I w%5th%6 thee were seene 010.CT1.012 Yet close, and secret as our soules w'haue beene: 010.CT1.013 Though thy immortall mother w%5ch%6 doth lye 010.CT1.014 Still buried in her bed, yet will not dye, 010.CT1.015 Take this aduantage to sleep-out day light, 010.CT1.016 And watch thy entries, and returnes all night; 010.CT1.017 And when shee takes thy hand, & would seeme kinde, 010.CT1.018 Doth search what rings, & Armeletts shee can finde, 010.CT1.019 And kissing notes the collour of thy face, 010.CT1.020 And fearing least th'art swolne, doth thee embrace, 010.CT1.021 And to trie if thou long, doth name strange meats 010.CT1.022 And notes thy palenes, blushing, sighes, & sweates 010.CT1.023 And politiquely will to thee confesse 010.CT1.024 The sins of her owne youths ranke lustinesse. 010.CT1.025 Yet Loue, these sorceries did remoue, and moue [CW: Thee] 010.CT1.026 Thee to gull thine owne mother for my loue. [p. 9 010.CT1.027 Thy litle brethren, w%5ch%6 like fairy sprights 010.CT1.028 Oft skipt into our chamber those sweet nights 010.CT1.029 And kiss'd, and nigled on thy fathers knee, 010.CT1.030 Were brib'd next day to tell, what they did see; 010.CT1.031 The grimm eight- foot- high Iron bound Seruingman 010.CT1.032 That oft names God in oathes, and only than, 010.CT1.033 Hee that to barr the first gate doth as wide 010.CT1.034 As the great Rhodian Colossus stride, 010.CT1.035 W%5ch%6 if in hell no other paines there were 010.CT1.036 Makes mee feare hell because hee must bee there 010.CT1.037 Though by thy father hee were hir'd for this 010.CT1.038 Could neuer witness any touch or kisse 010.CT1.039 But oh too comM%on ill I brought w%5th%6 mee 010.CT1.040 That w%5ch%6 betrayd mee to mine enemy; 010.CT1.041 A lowd perfume, w%5ch%6 at myne entrance cryde 010.CT1.042 Euen at thy fathers nose, soe wee were spide, 010.CT1.043 When like a Tyrant king that in his bed 010.CT1.044 Smelt Gunpowder, the wretch shiuered. 010.CT1.045 Had it bene some bad smell, hee would haue thought 010.CT1.046 That his owne feet, or breath y%5t%6 smell had wrought 010.CT1.047 But as wee, in our Ile imprisoned 010.CT1.048 Where cattle only, and diuers doggs are bredd 010.CT1.049 The precious Vnicornes strange monsters call, 010.CT1.050 So thought hee good straunge, y%5t%6 had none at all: 010.CT1.051 I taught my silks their whistling to forbeare, 010.CT1.052 Euen my oppress'd shoes, dumbe, & speechless were; 010.CT1.053 Only thou bitter sweet whom I had laid [CW: Next] 010.CT1.054 Next mee, mee traiterouslie hast betraide, [p. 10 010.CT1.055 And vnsuspected hast inuisibly 010.CT1.056 At once fled vnto him, & staid w%5th%6 mee. 010.CT1.057 Base excrement of earth w%5ch%6 dost confound 010.CT1.058 Sence, from distinguishing y%5e%6 sick from sound, 010.CT1.059 By thee the sillie amorous sucks his death 010.CT1.060 By drawing in a leprous harlotts breath 010.CT1.061 By thee y%5e%6 greatest staine to mans estate 010.CT1.062 ffalls on vs, to bee call'd effeminate. 010.CT1.063 Though thou bee much lou'd in the Princes hall 010.CT1.064 There things that seem exceed substantiall 010.CT1.065 Gods when yee fum'd on Altars were pleas'd well 010.CT1.066 Because yo%5u%6 were burnt, not y%5t%6 they lik'd your smell 010.CT1.067 You are loathsome all, being taken simplie alone 010.CT1.068 Shall wee loue ill things ioyn'd, & hate each one? 010.CT1.069 If yo%5u%6 were good, yo%5r%6 good doth soone decay, 010.CT1.070 And you are rare, that takes the good away, 010.CT1.071 All my perfumes I giue most willinglie 010.CT1.072 To'embalme thy fathers Corss; what will hee dye? 010.CT1.0SS ffinis. 010.CT1.0$$ %1no ind; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation%2