IDENTILIN$$ F012DT1| Trinity Col./Dublin ms.|ff. 47v, 37r-v|pp.50-52\JSC\mf\9-19-94\P:GAS\tr[EWS]\9-28-94\C:JSC 012.DT1.HE1 %XElegie.| 012.DT1.001 Oh, let not mee serue soe, as those men serue [f.47v/p.50] 012.DT1.002 whom Honours smoaks, at once flatter, & sterue. 012.DT1.003 Poorly enritch'd w%5th%6 great mens words, and lookes 012.DT1.004 Nor soe write my name in thy louing bookes, 012.DT1.005 As those Idolatrous flatterers, w%5ch%6 still 012.DT1.006 Their Princes stiles w%5th%6 many Realmes fulfill; 012.DT1.007 Whence they noe tribute haue, & where noe swaye; 012.DT1.008 Such seruices I offer as shall pay [CW:themselues][miscatch] 012.DT1.009 Themselues; I hate dead names; oh then, lett mee [f.37r/p.51] 012.DT1.010 ffauourite in Ordinarie or noe ffauourite bee. 012.DT1.011 When my soule was in mine owne bodie sheath'd, 012.DT1.012 not yet by oathes betroath'd, nor kisses breath'd 012.DT1.013 into my Purgatorie; ffaithless thee, 012.DT1.014 Thy hart seem'd waxe & steele thy Constancie. 012.DT1.015 Soe careless flowers strew'd on the waters face, 012.DT1.016 The curled whirl-pooles suck, smack, & embrace: 012.DT1.017 Yet drowne them; soe the tapers beamy eye 012.DT1.018 Amorously twinckling, beckons the Giddy flye, 012.DT1.019 Yet burnes his wings; And such the Deuill is, 012.DT1.020 Scarce visiting them, who are intirely his. 012.DT1.021 When I behold a streame w%5ch%6 from the springe 012.DT1.022 Doth w%5th%6 doubtfull melodious murmureing; 012.DT1.023 Or in a speachles slumber calmly ride 012.DT1.024 Her wedded Channells bosome, and there chide 012.DT1.025 And bend her browes, and swell, if any bough 012.DT1.026 Doe but stoope downe, to kiss her vpmost browe: 012.DT1.027 Yet if her often gnawing kisses winne 012.DT1.028 The trayterous banck to gape, & let her in, 012.DT1.029 Shee rusheth violently, and doth diuorce 012.DT1.030 Her from her natiue, & her long-kept course; 012.DT1.031 And roares, & braues it, & in gallant scorne 012.DT1.032 In flattering Eddies, promising returne 012.DT1.033 Shee flowts her Channell; who thence forth is drye, 012.DT1.034 Then say I, that is shee, and this am I. 012.DT1.035 Yet let not thy deepe bitterness begett 012.DT1.036 Careless despaire in mee, for that will whett 012.DT1.037 My mind to scorne, & (oh) loue dulld w%5th%6 paine 012.DT1.038 Was nere so wise, nor soe well arm'd as disdaigne 012.DT1.039 Then w%5th%6 newe eyes I shall survey thee, & spye [CW:Death] 012.DT1.040 Death in they cheekes, & Darknes in thine eye. [f.37v/p.52] 012.DT1.041 Though hope breed faith, & loue, thus taught I shall 012.DT1.042 (As Nations doe from Rome) from thy loue fall. 012.DT1.043 Mine hate shall out-growe thine, & vtterly 012.DT1.044 I will renounce thy dalliance; and when I 012.DT1.045 Am the Recusant in that resolute state 012.DT1.046 What hurts it mee to bee excommunicate. 012.DT1.0SS ffinis|. 012.DT1.0$$ %1Book put together wrong: poem appears on original pp. 50-52, in order, but in modern foliation it begins on f.47v & continues on f. 37r-v.; no ind.; SS flush with RM; non-scribal slash in LM at l.1%2