IDENTILIN$$ F014068|The Shakespearean Miscellany, BL 11795.g.3|pp.1-2|EWS\o-BL\5-3-83/cor EWS/o/5-23-92\C:JSC\10-19-95 014.068.HE1 E L E G I A. 014.068.001 T%+ILL I have peace with thee warre other men, 014.068.002 And when I have peace can I leave thee then? 014.068.003 All other warres are scrupelouse: only thou 014.068.004 O fayre free cittye, mayst thy selfe allowe 014.068.005 To any one: In Flanders who can tell 014.068.006 Whether the master presse or men rebell? 014.068.007 Only we know that which most Ideots say, 014.068.008 They bear most blowes which come to part the fray. 014.068.009 Fraunce in her lunaticke giddinge, did hate 014.068.010 Ever our men, yea and our god of late. 014.068.011 Yet she relies upon our Angells well, 014.068.012 Which ne'er returne no more than they which fell. 014.068.013 Sicke Ireland is with a strange warre possest, 014.068.014 Like to an ague now raginge, now at rest, 014.068.015 Which time will cure: yet it would do her good 014.068.016 If she were purg'd and her head vein lett blood. 014.068.017 And Midas' ioyes our Spanish iourneies give, 014.068.018 Wee touch all gold but find no foode to live. 014.068.019 And I should be in that hott parchinge clime [p.2] 014.068.020 To dust and ashes turn'd before my time. 014.068.021 To mew me in a ship, is to enthrall 014.068.022 Me in a prison that were like to fall. 014.068.023 Or in a cloyster, save that there men dwell 014.068.024 In a calme heaven, here in a swaggeringe hell. 014.068.025 Longe voiages are longe consumptions, 014.068.026om 014.068.027 Yea, they are deaths; is't not all one to fly 014.068.028 Into another world, as 'tis to dye? 014.068.029 Here let me warre, in these armes let me lye. 014.068.030 Here let me parlye batter bleed and die, 014.068.031 Thy armes imprison me, and my armes thee, 014.068.032 Thy harte thy ransome is: take mine for mee. 014.068.033 Other men warre that they their rest may gaine, 014.068.034 But wee will rest that we may fight againe. 014.068.035 Those warrs the ignorant these th' experienct love. 014.068.036 There we are alwaies under, here above. 014.068.037 There engins far off breed a just true feare, 014.068.038 Neere thrusts, pikes, stabbes, yea bullets hurt not heere. 014.068.039 There lies are wronges, here safe uprightly lye. 014.068.040 There men kill men w' will make one by and by. 014.068.041 Thou nothinge I not half so much shall doe 014.068.042 In those warres: as they which from us two 014.068.043 Shall springe. Thousands we see which travaile not 014.068.044 To warres, but stay, swords, armes, and shott, 014.068.045 To make at home, and shall not I do then 014.068.046 More gloriouse service stayinge to make men? 014.068.0SS J%9ohn%0 D%9onne%0. 014.068.0$$ %1No ind; long marginal note at l. 12 states the ms. from which the poem came was dated 1625: see EWS transcription; above HE is the following: %2MISCELLANEOUS POETRY./ %1The two following ELEGIES, written by Dr. DONNE, are not in any /Edition of his Works.%2 %1only the first poem is by Donne; the second, beginning on p. 3, begins%2 I%+S death so greate a gamster that he throwes