IDENTLINE$$ F150B07|BoulRec|Add. 18647|ff. 12v-3v|Original EWS 6-3-85 150.B07.0HE %1An Elegie vpon the death of Mistris Bulstrod%2 150.B07.001 Death I recant, and saye vnsaid by mee [f. 12v] 150.B07.002 What ere hath slipt, that might diminish thee 150.B07.003 Spirituall treason, %1Atheism%2 t'is to saye 150.B07.004 That any can thy sum%Mons disobey 150.B07.005 Th'earths face is but thy Table, and the meate 150.B07.006 Plante, cattle, men, dish'd, for death to eate 150.B07.007 In a rude hunger, now he millions drawes 150.B07.008 Into his blouddy, or plaguy, or starved iawes; 150.B07.009 Now he will seeme to spare, and doth more wast 150.B07.010 Eatinge the best fruites, well preseru'd to last 150.B07.011 Now wantonly he spoyles, and eates vs not 150.B07.012 But breakes of freinds, and lette vs peecemeale rott 150.B07.013 Nor will this earth serve him, he sinks the deepe 150.B07.014 Where harmeless fish monastique silence keepe 150.B07.015 Who (were death dead) by rowes of living land [cw:Might] 150.B07.016 Might spunge the Element, and make it land, [f. 13] 150.B07.017 He wownds the ayre, and breakes the Himnique notes 150.B07.018 In birds, heau'ns, quoristers, Organique throtes 150.B07.019 W%5ch%6 (if they did not die) might seeme to be, 150.B07.020 A tenth ranck of the heavenly %1Hiearchy%2. 150.B07.021 O stronge and longe liu'd death, how cam'st thou in? 150.B07.022 And how w%5th%6out Creation did'st beginn? 150.B07.023 Thou hast and shalt see dead, before thou diest 150.B07.024 All the ffoure %1Monarchies%2, and Antechrist 150.B07.025 How could I think thee nothinge, that see nowe 150.B07.026 In all this all, nothinge else is but thou 150.B07.027 Our birthes, and life, vices, and vertues, bee 150.B07.028 wastfull Consumptions, and degrees of thee 150.B07.029 ffor wee to live our Bellowes were, and breath 150.B07.030 Nor are wee mortall, dying, dead but death 150.B07.031 And though thou beest O mightie bird of praye 150.B07.032 So much reclam'd of God, that thou must saye 150.B07.033 All that thou killest at his feete, yet doth hee 150.B07.034 Reserve but few, and leaves the most to thee 150.B07.035 And of those few, now hast thou overthrowen 150.B07.036 On whom thy blowe makes not ours, not thine owne 150.B07.037 Shee was more stories high, hopeless to come 150.B07.038 To her soule thou 'hast offered at her lower roome 150.B07.039 Her soule and body, was a kinge, and Court 150.B07.040 But hast both of Captaine mist, and fort, 150.B07.041 All houses fall not though the kinge remoue 150.B07.042 Bodies of Saints rest for their soules above 150.B07.043 Death getts twixt soule, and bodie such a place 150.B07.044 As sinn insinuates twixt iust men, and grace 150.B07.045 Both workes a seperation, no divorce 150.B07.046 Her soule is gone to vsher up her course 150.B07.047 W%5ch%6 shalb' almost an other soule, for there, 150.B07.048 Bodies are purer, then best soules are here 150.B07.049 Because in her vertues did outgoe 150.B07.050 her yeares; wouldst thou o%C emulous death doe soe? [cw:And] 150.B07.051 And kill her yonge to thy losse? must the cost [f. 13v] 150.B07.052 Of beauty, and witt, apt to doe harme be lost? 150.B07.053 What though thou found'st her proff gainst sins of youth? 150.B07.054 Oh, every age a divers sinn pursueth: 150.B07.055 Thou should'st have stayed and taken better hould 150.B07.056 Shortly ambitious, Covetous when olde 150.B07.057 Shee might haue prou'd; And such devotion 150.B07.058 Might once have strayed to sup%Pstition 150.B07.059 If all her vertues must haue growen, yet might 150.B07.060 Aboundant vertue have bred a prowd delight 150.B07.061 Had she persevered iust, there would have growen 150.B07.062 Some that would sinn, mis=thinkinge she did sinn 150.B07.063 Such as would call her freindship love, and faine 150.B07.064 To sociableness a name prophane 150.B07.065 Or sinn by temptinge, or not daringe that 150.B07.066 By wishinge though they never told her what 150.B07.067 Thus might'st thou have slaine more soules, had'st thou not crost 150.B07.068 Thy selfe, and to triumph thy Army, lost, 150.B07.069 yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one 150.B07.070 W%5ch%6 is im%Moderate greefe that shee is gone; 150.B07.071 But wee maye scape that sinn, yet weepe asmuch 150.B07.072 Our teares are due, because wee are not such 150.B07.073 Some teares that knott of freinds, her death must cost, 150.B07.074 because the Chaine is broke though no linke lost/ 150.B07.0SS om 150.B07.$$ Even lines indented 3 spaces