IDENTILIN$$ File F010H030 Harvard, Eng. 966.1\ff 17r-18r\M:GL\mf\P:DF\o\5-8-92\C:JSC 010.H03.0HE Elegie 010.H03.001 Once and but once founde in thy Companie 010.H03.002 All thy supposed scapes are layde to me 010.H03.003 And as a theife at Barr is questioned there 010.H03.004 By all the men that haue been robd' that yeare 010.H03.005 Soe am I (by this Tratourous means surpriz'd) 010.H03.006 By thy Hydropticke Father catechis'd 010.H03.007 Thoughe he had wonte to search with Glasiers[var.>>glazed<<] eyes 010.H03.008 As thoughe he came to kill a Cockatrice 010.H03.009 Thoughe he hathe oft sworne y%5t%6 he would remoue 010.H03.010 Thy beutyes, beauty, and foode of >>%Vour<< loue 010.H03.011 Hope of his goods, if I with the were seene 010.H03.012 Yet close and Secreat, as our Soules we haue bin 010.H03.013 Thoughe thy immortall Mother, w%5c%6h dothe %Yby%Z->>ly< 010.H03.014 Still buried in her bed yet will not dye 010.H03.015 Take this advantage to sleep out day light 010.H03.016 And watche thy entryes, and returnes all night 010.H03.017 And when she takes thy hand and would seeme kinde 010.H03.018 Dothe searche what ringes, and Armleets she can finde 010.H03.019 And kissinge notes, the Coulor of thy face 010.H03.020 And fearinge leaste thou arte swollen dothe the embrace 010.H03.021 To try if thou >>%Vdost<< long dothe name Strange meates 010.H03.022 And notes thy palenes, blushinges, sighes, and Sweates 010.H03.023 And politiquely to the will confesse 010.H03.024 The sinns of her owne youthes ranke Lustinesse 010.H03.025 Yet loue these Sorceryes, did remoue and moue 010.H03.026 Thee >>%Vto<< gull, thy owne Mother for my loue 010.H03.027 Thy little Brethren whiche like faery Sprightes 010.H03.028 Oft scip't into our Chamber those sweet nights 010.H03.029 And kiss'd and ingled on thy Fathers knee 010.H03.030 were bribd' to tell next day what they did see 010.H03.031 The Grim- eight- foot highe >>%J<>%K<< >>%J<>%K<< Seruingman 010.H03.032 That oft names God in Oathes, and onely than./ [CW:om] 010.H03.033 Hee that to bar the first Gate dothe as wide [17v] 010.H03.034 As the great Rhodian Colossus stride 010.H03.035 whiche if in hell noe other paines there were 010.H03.036 Makes me feare hell, because he muste be there 010.H03.037 Thoughe by thy father he were hyr'd for this 010.H03.038 Could neuer wittnesse any touche or kisse 010.H03.039 But, o%Ch (too Com%Mon ill) I brought with me 010.H03.040 That whiche betrayes me to my Enimie 010.H03.041 A loude perfume whiche at my enterance cry'd 010.H03.042 Euen at thy fathers >>%Vnose<<, soe were we spie'd 010.H03.043 When like a Tirant & Kinge that in his bed 010.H03.044 Smeld' Gunpowder the pale writche shiuered 010.H03.045 Had it been some bad smell he would haue thought 010.H03.046 That his owne feet or breathe the smell had brought 010.H03.047 But as wee in our Isle imprisoned 010.H03.048 Where Cattell onely, and diuers doggs are bred 010.H03.049 The preciouse vnicorne strange monsters call 010.H03.050 Soe thought he good strange, whoe had none at all 010.H03.051 I taught my silkes their whistleinge to forebeare 010.H03.052 Euen my opprest shoes dumb, and speechelesse were 010.H03.053 Onely thou bitter-sweet whome I haue[var.>>had<<] layd' 010.H03.054 Next me, me traitorously haste betray'd 010.H03.055 And vnsuspected has'te inuisibly 010.H03.056 As once fled vnto him, and stay'd with mee 010.H03.057 Base excrement of Earthe which doste confounde 010.H03.058 Sence from distinguishinge, the sicke from sounde 010.H03.059 By thee the silly amorous suckes his deathe 010.H03.060 By drawinge in a leprous harlotts breathe 010.H03.061 By thee the greatest staine to mans Estate 010.H03.062 Falls on vs to be calld' Effeminate 010.H03.063 Thoughe you be much lou'd in the Prince's hall 010.H03.064 These things that seeme exceed Substantiall 010.H03.065 Gods when you fumd' on Alltars were pleasd' well 010.H03.066 Because you were burn't, not that they likd the smell 010.H03.067 Yet are lothesome all beinge taken simply alone 010.H03.068 Shall wee loue ill things ioynd', and hate each one? [CW:If#you#were] 010.H03.069 If you were good your good would soone decay [18r] 010.H03.070 And you are rare that takes yo%5r%6 good away 010.H03.071 All my perfumes I giue moste willingly 010.H03.072 To embalme thy Fathers Course, what? will he dye? 010.H03.0SS I. D.| 010.H03.0$$ %1No ind.; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation;%2 St. ms. 188. %1penciled to right of HE%2