IDENTLINE$$ F150B30|BoulRec|Harley 4064|ff. 260-1|Original EWS 6-6-85 150.B30.0HE An Eligie on M%5rs%6 Bou[l]stred 150.B30.001 Death I recant, and say vnsaid by mee [f. 260] 150.B30.002 What ere hath slipt, that might diminish thee, 150.B30.003 Spirituall treason, Atheisme tis, to say 150.B30.004 that any can thy Summons disobey. 150.B30.005 Th'Earths face ys but thy table their are sett 150.B30.006 Plants, Cattle, Men, Dishes for death to eat, 150.B30.007 In a rude hunger now he millions drawe 150.B30.008 Into his bloody' or plaguy,' or starued iawe; 150.B30.009 Now he will seeme to spare, and doth more wast 150.B30.010 Eating the best first, well p%5r%6seru'd to last. 150.B30.011 Now wantonly he spoiles, and eates vs not 150.B30.012 but breaks of frinds, and letts vs peice meale rott 150.B30.013 Nor will the earth serue him; Hee sincks y%5e%6 deepe 150.B30.014 where harmelesse fish monastique silence keepe 150.B30.015 Who (w%Yh%Zere death dead) by Roes of liuing sand 150.B30.016 might spung that element, and mak it land 150.B30.017 He rounds the Ayre, and breaks the Hyn%Mique nots 150.B30.018 In Birds, Heauen chorasters, organique throats: 150.B30.019 W%5ch%6 (if they did not dy) must seeme to bee 150.B30.020 A tenth Ranck in the heauenly hierarchee 150.B30.021 O strong, and long liued death, how cam'st thou in 150.B30.022 And how w%5th%6out creation didst begin? 150.B30.023 Thou hast and had seene dead before thou diest 150.B30.024 All ye fore Monarches & Antichrist 150.B30.025 How could I thinck ye nothing that see now 150.B30.026 In all thei all, nothing else is but you [cw:Our births] 150.B30.027 Our birthes, our lyfe, vices & vertues bee [f. 260v] 150.B30.028 wastefull consumptions, & degrees of the 150.B30.029 ffor we to liue, our bellowes, were, & breath 150.B30.030 Nor are we mortall dying dead, but death 150.B30.031 And though thou beest, O mighty bird of pray 150.B30.032 so much reclaym'd by god, that thou maist lay 150.B30.033 All that thou kilst at his feete, yett doth hee 150.B30.034 Recieue but few, and leaues y%5e%6 most to thee 150.B30.035 And of those fewe, now thou hast ou%5er%6 throwne 150.B30.036 One whom thy blow maks not o%5rs%6 nor thy owne 150.B30.037 She was more storyes high; hopelesse to come 150.B30.038 To'her soule thou hast offred at h%5er%6 lower roome 150.B30.039 Her soule, and body, was a king, & courte 150.B30.040 but y%5u%6 hast both of captayne mist, & forte. 150.B30.041 As howses fall not though the king remoue 150.B30.042 bodyes of S%5ts%6 rest for their soules aboue 150.B30.043 Death gitts twixt soules and bodyes such a place 150.B30.044 As sinn insinuats twixt iust men & grace, 150.B30.045 Both worke a seperation no divorce, 150.B30.046 her soule is gon to vsher vpp her co%Ya%Zrse, 150.B30.047 W%5ch%6 shalbe almost anoth%5er%6 soule; for their 150.B30.048 bodyes are purer, then best soules are here. 150.B30.049 Because in her, her vertues did out goe 150.B30.050 her yeares, wouldst y%5u%6 o emulous death, do soe [cw:And] 150.B30.051 And kill her young to thy losse? must the cost [f. 261] 150.B30.052 of beauty and will, apt to doe harme, be lost? 150.B30.053 What though thou foundst her proofe gainst sins of youth 150.B30.054 Oh, eu%5er%6y age, A diuerse sinn pursueth 150.B30.055 Thou shouldst haue staid and taken bett%5er%6 hold; 150.B30.056 shortly Ambitious, Covetous, when ould 150.B30.057 She might haue prou'd; And much devotion 150.B30.058 might once haue stray'd to sup%Pstition. 150.B30.059 If all her vertues must haue growen yet might 150.B30.060 abundant vertue; haue bred a proud delight 150.B30.061 Had she p%Pseuer'd iust, their would haue beene 150.B30.062 some that would sinn, mis=thincking she did sin 150.B30.063 Such as would call her freindship loue, & fayne 150.B30.064 to sociablenes, a name prophane 150.B30.065 Or sinne by tempting; or not daring that 150.B30.066 by wishing, though they neu%5er%6 told her what 150.B30.067 Thus mightest y%5o%6 haue slayne, more souls, hadst y%5u%6 not (crost 150.B30.068 thy self; and to tryumph, thyn armye lost 150.B30.069 yett though theise waies be lost thou hast left one 150.B30.070 w%5ch%6 is; Immoderate greife that she is gone. 150.B30.071 But wee may scape that sinn, yet weepe as much 150.B30.072 Our teares are due because wee are not such 150.B30.073 Some tears that knott of frinds, her death must cost 150.B30.074 because the chayne is broke, but no linck lost. 150.B30.0SS I D [non-scribal] 150.B30.$$ Even lines indented 3 spaces. Poem numbered "44."