IDENTILIN$$  F012SA1  S. Africa Grey MS, pp.98-99.  G.L.\pr/o/John Gouw\C:TJS
012.SA1.0HE  %XElegye.
012.SA1.001  O let me serve %Yso%Z>not< as those men do serve
012.SA1.002  whom honours smoke flatter at once and starue
012.SA1.003  poorely enrichd' with great mens words and looks;
012.SA1.004  nor soe write my name in thy loveing books
012.SA1.005  as those Idolatrous fflatterers, w%5c%6h still
012.SA1.006  their princes stiles, with many realmes fullfill
012.SA1.007  whence they no tribute haue, & where no sway;
012.SA1.008  Such services I offer as shall pay
012.SA1.009  themselues, I hate dead names, oh then let me
012.SA1.010  fauorite in ordinary, or no fauorite be.
012.SA1.011  When my Soule was in mine owne body sheathd,
012.SA1.012  not yet by oaths betrothd' nor kisses breathd,
012.SA1.013  into my purgatory, faythles thee,
012.SA1.014  thy hart seemd', wax, and steele thy Constancye.
012.SA1.015  So careles flowers, strew'd on the waters face
012.SA1.016  the curled whirlepooles suck, smack and embrace,
012.SA1.017  yet drowne them, so the tapirs beamy eye
012.SA1.018  amorously twinking->>twinckling< beck'ns y%5e%6 giddy flye [CW:om]
012.SA1.019  yet burnes his wings, and such the Deuill is [p. 99]
012.SA1.020  scarce visiting them, who are intirely his;
012.SA1.021  when I behold a stream, w%5c%6h from the spring
012.SA1.022  doth with doubtfall Melodious murmering
012.SA1.023  or in a speechles slumber, calmely ride
012.SA1.024  her wedded Channells bosome, and there chide
012.SA1.025  and bend her brows, and swells, if any bough
012.SA1.026  do but stoope downe to kisse her vttmost brow,
012.SA1.027  Yet if her often gnawing kisses win
012.SA1.028  the traytrous banke to gape & let her in,
012.SA1.029  she rusheth violently, and doth diuorce
012.SA1.030  her from her natiue, and her long kept course,
012.SA1.031  and roares, and braues it, and in gallant scorne,
012.SA1.032  in promiseing Eddyes promising returnes,
012.SA1.033  she flowts her Channell, who thenceforth is dry;
012.SA1.034  then say I, that is shee, and this am I.
012.SA1.035  Yet lett not thy deepe bitternes begett
012.SA1.036  Careles dispayre in me, for that will whett
012.SA1.037  my minde to scorne, and (oh) loue dulld w%5t%6h payne
012.SA1.038  *->>w<as nere so wise, nor well arm'd as did->>dis<dayne;
012.SA1.039  then with new eyes I shall survey thee,' and spye
012.SA1.040  death in thy Cheeks, and darknes in thine eye
012.SA1.041  though hope breed fayth, and loue, thus taught I shall
012.SA1.042  as nations do from Rome, from thy loue fall,
012.SA1.043  my hate shall outgrow thine, and vtterlye
012.SA1.044  I will renounce thy dallyance, and when I
012.SA1.045  am the recusant in y%5t%6 resolute state
012.SA1.046  what hurts it me to be'excommunicate?
012.SA1.0SS  finis I D. 
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