IDENTILIN$$ F022O30 MS Rawlinson poet. 31 (ff.22-23v)/TJS/mf/10-25-91/cor EWS/o/6-2-92 022.O30.HE1 %1An%2: %1Elegie%2: 022.O30.001 %1To%2: make the doubte cleere, that noe woeman's true, 022.O30.002 was it my %Yselfe%Z->>%Vffate<, to prove it stronge in yow 022.O30.003 Thought I but one, had breath'd purest Ayre 022.O30.004 and must shee needes bee ffalce, because shee is ffaye%5r%6: 022.O30.005 Is it yo%5r%6: Beautyes marcke, or of yo%5r56: youth: 022.O30.006 or of yo%r%6: perffection not to studdye truth 022.O30.007 Or thincke yo%5u%6 heaven is deaffe, and hath noe eyes 022.O30.008 or those shee has, smyle att yo%5r%6: p%Piuryes, 022.O30.009 Are vowes soe cheape w%5th%6 woemen, or the matter 022.O30.010 whereof they are made, that they are writt in water 022.O30.011 And blowne a waye w%5th%6 wynde, or doth their breath 022.O30.012 (both hott, and cold att once) make lyfe, and death: [CW:Whoe.|] 022.O30.013 Whoe could haue thought soe many Accentes sweete [f.22v 022.O30.014 fform'd into wordes, soe manye sighes should meete, 022.O30.015 As ffrom our hartes, soe manye oathes, and teares 022.O30.016 sprinckled amonge, all sweeter by our ffeares, 022.O30.017 And the divyne Impression of stolne kysses, 022.O30.018 that seald the rest) should nowe prove emptye blisses, 022.O30.019 Did yo%5w%6 drawe bondes to fforffeyt, signe to breake 022.O30.020 or must wee read yo%5u%6 quite ffrom whatt yo%5u%6 speake 022.O30.021 And ffinde the truth out the wronge waye, or must 022.O30.022 hee ffirst desire yo%5u%6 ffalce, would wishe yo%5u%6 iust, 022.O30.023 O: I prophane, though most of woemen bee 022.O30.024 this kinde of beast, my thought shall except thee, 022.O30.025 My dearest Loue, howe ever Iealousye 022.O30.026 w%5th%6 circumstan%Mce, might vrge thie inconstancye, 022.O30.027 Sooner Ile thincke, the Sunn, will cease to cheare 022.O30.028 the teeminge earth, and that fforgett to beare 022.O30.029 Sooner that Ryvers will runn backe, or Thames 022.O30.030 w%5th%6 Ribbes of Ice, in Iune, would bynde his streames 022.O30.031 Or nature, by whose strength the world endures, 022.O30.032 would chan%Mge hir Course, beffore you alter yo%5rs%6: 022.O30.033 But, o%C: that treacherous breast, to whom%Me weake yo%5u%6 022.O30.034 did trust our Councells, and wee both maye Rue 022.O30.035 Haveinge his ffalshoode ffounde to late, 'twas hee 022.O30.036 that made mee caste yo%5u%6 guiltye, and yo%5u%6 mee, 022.O30.037 Whil'st hee blacke wretch, betray'd such simple worde 022.O30.038 wee spake vnto the cunninge of a third 022.O30.039 Curs't maye hee bee, that soe our Loves hath slayne [CW:and#wander|] 022.O30.040 and wander wretched on the earth as Cain [f.23r 022.O30.041 Wretched as hee, and not deserve least pittye 022.O30.042 in plagueinge him, lett misserye bee wittye 022.O30.043 Lett all eyes shun him, and hee shun each eye 022.O30.044 till hee bee noysom%M, as his inffamye, 022.O30.045 Maye hee w%5th%6out Remorce, denye god thrice 022.O30.046 and not bee trusted more on his Soules price 022.O30.047 And after all selfe Torment, when hee dyes, 022.O30.048 maye wolves teare out his hart, vultures his eyes, 022.O30.049 Swyne, eate his Bowells, and his ffalser tounge 022.O30.050 that vtter'd all, bee to som%Me Raven fflunge 022.O30.051 And lett his Carion Corpe->>Corse<, bee a longe%5r%6: ffeast 022.O30.052 to the kinges dogges, then any other beast, 022.O30.053 Nowe haue I curst, lett vs our Loue reviue, 022.O30.054 In mee the fflame, was never more alyve, 022.O30.055 I could begin agayne to courte, and prayse, 022.O30.056 and in that pleasure, lengthen the shorte dayes 022.O30.057 Of my Lyves lease; lyke Paynte%5rs%6: that doe take 022.O30.058 delight not in made worckes, but whilest they make 022.O30.059 I could renewe those tymes, when ffirst I sawe 022.O30.060 loue in yo%5r%6: eyes, that gaue my tounge the lawe 022.O30.061 To lyke whatt yo%5u%6 lik'd, and att Masques, and Playes 022.O30.062 Comen%Md the selfe same Acto%5rs%6: the same wayes 022.O30.063 Aske howe yo%5u%6 did, and often w%5th%6 intent 022.O30.064 of beinge offitious, bee impertinent, 022.O30.065 All w%5ch%6, were such softe pastymes, as in theis 022.O30.066 Loue was as subtlye catch'd, as a dissease, [CW:But:] 022.O30.067 But, beinge gott, it is a Treasure sweete [f.23v 022.O30.068 w%5ch%6 to deffend, is harder then to gett 022.O30.069 And ought not bee prophan'd on eyther parte 022.O30.070 ffor though t'is gott by channce, t'is kept by art.| 022.O30.0SS [double horizontal rule w/scribal flourish below] 022.O30.0$$ %1even lines ind%2