IDENTILIN$$  F019DT1| Dublin ms. 877|ff.79|pp.137\JSC\tr[EWS]\9-20-94\P:JSC\mf\
019.DT1.HE1  %X%1Elegie%2.|
019.DT1.001  Here, take my Picture, though I bid farewell
019.DT1.002  Thine in my heart, where my Soule dwells, shall Dwell
019.DT1.003  T'is like mee nowe, but I Dead, t'will bee more,
019.DT1.004  When wee are shaddowes both, then t'was before
019.DT1.005  When weather-beaten I come back, my Hand [CW:Perhapps]
019.DT1.006  Perhapps w%5th%6 rude oares torne, or sun-beames tann'd [f.79v/p.137]
019.DT1.007  My face, & breast of haire-cloath, & my head 
019.DT1.008  W%5th%6 Cares rash suddaine stormes being ouerspread;
019.DT1.009  My Bodie a Sack of Bones broken w%5th%6in
019.DT1.010  And Powders Blew-staines, scatter'd on my skinn:
019.DT1.011  If Riuall ffooles taxe thee t'haue lou'd a Man
019.DT1.012  Soe foule, & Course, as (oh) I may seeme than
019.DT1.013  This shall say what I was, & thou shalt saye,
019.DT1.014  Doe'his hurts reach mee? Doth my worth decaye?
019.DT1.015  Or doe they reach his Iudging minde, that hee
019.DT1.016  Should nowe loue less, what hee did loue to see?
019.DT1.017  That w%5ch%6 in him was faire and delicate
019.DT1.018  Was but the milk, b->>>which<< in Loues childish state
019.DT1.019  did nourish it, who nowe is growne stronge enough
019.DT1.020  To feed on that w%5ch%6 to diffus'd tasts seemes tough.|
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