IDENTILIN$$ F010SN4| ms. 6504 (Wedderburn ms.)| ff. 39r-40r| E:CMR\EWS\o\6-10-83 010.SN4.OHEom 010.SN4.001 Once, and but once founde in thy Companee, 010.SN4.002 All thy suppos'd escapes are layde on mee. 010.SN4.003 And as a Theife at barre is question'd theare, 010.SN4.004 By all the Men that haue bin rob'dd that yeare, 010.SN4.005 Soe am I, (by this traterous meanes surpris'd) 010.SN4.006 By thy %1Hydroptique%2 ffather Catechis'd. 010.SN4.007 Thoughe hee had wonte to searche w%5th%6 glazed eyes 010.SN4.008 As thoughe hee came to kill a Cocatrice, 010.SN4.009 Thoughe hee haue ofte swore that hee would remoue 010.SN4.010 Thy beautyes beauty and foode of our loue, 010.SN4.011 (Hope of his Goodes) if I w%5th%6 thee weare seene, 010.SN4.012 Yet close and secrett as our Soules we'haue beene. 010.SN4.013 Thoughe thy im%Mortall mother w%5ch%6 doth lye 010.SN4.014 Still buryed in her bedd, yet will not dye, 010.SN4.015 Take this aduantage to sleepe out day-lighte 010.SN4.016 And watche thy entryes and retournes all nighte, 010.SN4.017 And when shee takes thy hand and would seeme kynde, 010.SN4.018 Doth searche what ringes and Armeletts shee can fynde, 010.SN4.019 And kissinge notes the Coullo.%5r%6 of thy fface 010.SN4.020 And fearing least thou'art swolne doth thee embrace 010.SN4.021 And to try if thou longe doth name strange meates, 010.SN4.022 And notes thy palenesse, blushings, sighes and sweates, 010.SN4.023 And politiquely will to thee confesse, 010.SN4.024 The synnes of her owne youthes ranke lustynesse, 010.SN4.025 Yet Loue these sorceryes did remoue, and moue [f. 39v] 010.SN4.026 Thee to gull thyne owne mother for my Loue. 010.SN4.027 Thy little breathren w%5ch%6 like fayrie sprightes 010.SN4.028 Ofte skipt into our Chamber those sweet Nightes, 010.SN4.029 And kis't and ingled on thy ffathers knee 010.SN4.030 weare bryb'd next day to tell what they did see. 010.SN4.031 The grym%M eighte= foote- highe Iron- bound Servingman 010.SN4.032 That ofte names God in oathes, and only than, 010.SN4.033 Hee that to barre the first gate, doth as wyde 010.SN4.034 As the greate %1Rhodyan%2 %1Colossus%2 stryde; 010.SN4.035 W.%5ch%6 if in hell noe other paynes theare weare 010.SN4.036 Makes mee feare hell because hee must bee theare, 010.SN4.037 Thoughe by thy ffather hee weare hyr'd for this 010.SN4.038 Could neuer wittnesse any touche, or kisse. 010.SN4.039 But oh too Com%Mon ill! I broughte w%5th%6 mee 010.SN4.040 That w.%5ch%6 bertrayde mee to myne Enemee 010.SN4.041 A lowde Perfume, w%5ch%6 at myne entrance cryde 010.SN4.042 Euen at thy ffathers nose, soe wee weare spyde. 010.SN4.043 when like a Tyrant kinge that in his bedd 010.SN4.044 Smelt Gun%Mpowder, the pale wretche shiuered 010.SN4.045 Had it bin some badd smell, hee would haue thoughte 010.SN4.046 That his owne ffeete or breathe that smell had wrought 010.SN4.047 But as wee in our Ile imprisoned 010.SN4.048 where Cattell only, and diuerse Dogges are breed 010.SN4.049 The precious vnicornes straunge monsters call, [f. 40] 010.SN4.050 Soe thoughte hee good straunge, that had none at all. 010.SN4.051 I taughte my silkes their whistling to forbeare, 010.SN4.052 Euen my oprest Shoes, dum%Me and speachlesse weare; 010.SN4.053 Only thou bitter=sweete, whome I had layde 010.SN4.054 Next mee, mee traterously hast betrayde, 010.SN4.055 And vnsuspected hast inuisibly, 010.SN4.056 At once fledd vnto him, and staid w%5th%6 mee. 010.SN4.057 Base excrement of earthe, w%5ch%6 dost confounde 010.SN4.058 Sense from distinguishing the sicke from sounde; 010.SN4.059 By thee the seelye amorous suckes his deathe, 010.SN4.060 By drawing=in a leprous harlotts breathe. 010.SN4.061 By thee, the greatest stayne to mans estate 010.SN4.062 ffalls on vs, to bee call'd effeminate. 010.SN4.063 Thoughe thou bee much lou'd in the Princes hall, 010.SN4.064 Theare thinges that seeme, exceede substanciall. 010.SN4.065 Gods when yee fum'd on Alters, weare pleas'd well 010.SN4.066 Because you weare burnt, not that they lik'd yo.%5r%6 smell. 010.SN4.067 You are loathsome all being taken simply alone, 010.SN4.068 Shall wee loue ill thinges ioyn'd and hate eache one? 010.SN4.069 Yf you weare good yo.%5r%6 good doth soone decay, 010.SN4.070 And you are rare, that takes the good away. 010.SN4.071 All my Perfumes I giue most willingly 010.SN4.072 To'embalme thy ffathers Coorse; what will hee dye?| 010.SN4.0SS J D| 010.SN4.0$$ %1no ind; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation; diagonal slash in LM above & opp. ll. 1-3; File made by CMR from EWS HWT%2