IDENTLINE$$  F150B13|BoulRec|Skipwith|f. 14r-v|Original EWS '85
150.B13.0HE  Funerall elegy for m%5rs%6 Bolstrid.
150.B13.001  Death I recant & say vnsayd by me [f. 14]
150.B13.002  what ere hath slipt, that might diminishe thee
150.B13.003  spirituall treason, Atheisme tis to say
150.B13.004  that any can thy sum%Mons disobay.
150.B13.005  the'earths face is but deaths table, there are set
150.B13.006  plants, cattell, men dishes for Death to eate.
150.B13.007  In a rude hunger now he millions drawes
150.B13.008  Into his bloody, plaguy, starued, Iawes:
150.B13.009  Now he will seeme to spare, & doth more wast,
150.B13.010  eatinge y%5e%6 best first, well preseru'd to last.
150.B13.011  Now wantonly he spoyls, & eates vs not
150.B13.012  But breaks of freinds, & lets vs peecemeale rott.
150.B13.013  Nor will this earth serue him, he sinkes the deepe
150.B13.014  where harmeles fishe monastique sylence keepe.
150.B13.015  who, were death dead, by rowes of liuinge sand
150.B13.016  might spunge y%5t%6 element, & make yet land.
150.B13.017  He rounds the Ayre, & breakes the Himnique notes
150.B13.018  In birds, heauens Cueristers, Organique throwtes.
150.B13.019  w%5ch%6 if they did not dye, might seeme to be
150.B13.020  A tenth ranke in that heauenly Hierarchy.
150.B13.021  O stronge & longe liued death how camest thow in,
150.B13.022  & how without creation didst beginne?
150.B13.023  thow hast, & shalt see dead, before thow dyest,
150.B13.024  all the foure monarchyes, & Antichrist.
150.B13.025  How could I thinke thee nothinge, that see now
150.B13.026  In all this all, nothinge else is but thow.
150.B13.027  Our birth, & life, or vice, yea vertues bee
150.B13.028  wastfull cosumptions, & degrees of thee.
150.B13.029  For wee to liue, our bellowes weare, & breath,
150.B13.030  nor are we mortall, dyinge, dead, but death.
150.B13.031  And though thow beest (o mighty bird of pray)
150.B13.032  so much reclaymed by God that thow mast lay
150.B13.033  All that thow hast at his feet, yet doth hee
150.B13.034  Reserue but few, & leaue the most for thee.
150.B13.035  And of those few, now thow hast ouerthrowne
150.B13.036  one whome thy blowe makes not ours, nor thine owne:
150.B13.037  she was more storyes high; hopeles to come
150.B13.038  to'her soule, thow hast offered at her lower roome:
150.B13.039  Her soule & body was a kinge and Court
150.B13.040  But thou has both of Captayne mist & forte.
150.B13.041  As houses fall not though the kinge remoue,
150.B13.042  Bodies of saynts rest for theyre soules aboue.
150.B13.043  Death gets twixt souls & bodies such a place
150.B13.044  As sinne insinuates twixt Iust men & grace
150.B13.045  Both worke a seperation, no diuorse:
150.B13.046  Her soule is gone to vsher vp her Corse  [cw:w%5ch%6 shall]
150.B13.047  which shall be almost another soule; for there  [f. 14v]
150.B13.048  Bodies are purer, then best soules are heere.
150.B13.049  Because in her, her vertues did out goe
150.B13.050  Her yeares, wouldst thow o emulous death doe so
150.B13.051  And kill her yoonge, to %Yy%Z thy loss?  must the cost
150.B13.052  Of Beuty & witt, apt to doe harme be lost?
150.B13.053  what though thow found'st her proofe gaynst sinne of youth,
150.B13.054  oh euery age a diuerse sinne pursueth.
150.B13.055  Thow shouldst haue stayed, & taken better holde
150.B13.056  Shortly ambitious, Couetous when old
150.B13.057  She might haue prou'd, & such deuotion
150.B13.058  might once haue strayd to superstition
150.B13.059  If all her vertues must haue growne, yet might
150.B13.060  Abundant vertue haue bred proud delight.
150.B13.061  Had she perseuerd Iust, there would haue beene
150.B13.062  some that would sinne misthinkinge she would sinne
150.B13.063  Such as would call her frindship loue, & frame
150.B13.064  To sociablenes a name profane,
150.B13.065  or sinne by temptinge or not daringe that
150.B13.066  By wishinge though they neuer told her what
150.B13.067  Thus mightst thow haue slayne more soules, hadst thou not crost
150.B13.068  Thy selfe, & to triumphe, thine army lost,
150.B13.069  yet though these ways be lost, thou hast left one,
150.B13.070  w%5ch%6 is im%Moderate griefe that she is gone
150.B13.071  But wee may scape that sinne, yet weep as much,
150.B13.072  our tears are due, because wee are not such
150.B13.073  some feares, that knot of frinds, her death must cost
150.B13.074  because the Chayne is broke, though no linke lost.
150.B13.0SS  J. D.
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