IDENTLINE$$  F150B32|BoulRec|Harley 4955|f. 106r-v|Original EWS 6-7-85
150.B32.0HE  %1Elegye on M%5rs%6 Boulstrod%2:~
150.B32.001  Death, I recant, & say, vnsayd by mee, [f. 106]
150.B32.002  What ere hath slipp'd, that might deminish thee:
150.B32.003  Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to say
150.B32.004  That any can thy summons disobay.
150.B32.005  Th'Earths face ys but thy table; There are sett
150.B32.006  Plants, Cattell, Men, Dishes for Death to eate.
150.B32.007  In a rude Hungar, nowe he millions drawes
150.B32.008  Into his bloodye, or Plaguy, or sterved iawes.
150.B32.009  Nowe he will seeme to spare, & doth more waste
150.B32.010  Eatinge the best fruite, well preserv'd to laste.
150.B32.011  Nowe wantonlye he spoyles, & eates vs not
150.B32.012  But breakes of freindes, & letts vs peece meale rott.
150.B32.013  Nor will this Earth searue him; Hee sinckes the deepe,
150.B32.014  When harmelesse fish Monastique silence keepe.
150.B32.015  Who, (were Death dead) by Roes of living sand
150.B32.016  Might spunge that Element, & make yt land.
150.B32.017  He roundes the Ayre, and breakes the Hymnique notes,
150.B32.018  In Birdes, Heauens choristers, Organique throates.
150.B32.019  W%6ch%6 (if they did not Dye,) might seeme to bee
150.B32.020  A Tenth rancke in the heauenlye Hierarchye.
150.B32.021  O strong, & long=liv'd Death, howe camst thou in? 
150.B32.022  And howe without Creation didst beginne?
150.B32.023  Thou hast, & shalt see deade, before thou dyest
150.B32.024  All the foure Monarchyes, and Antichrist.
150.B32.025  How cold I thincke thee nothing, that see now
150.B32.026  In all this all, Nothinge else ys, but thou.
150.B32.027  Our Birthes, & Life, vices, and vertues bee
150.B32.028  Wastfull Consumptions, & degrees of thee.
150.B32.029  ffor wee, to live, our bellowes weare, & breath,
150.B32.030  Nor are wee mortall, Dyinge, Dead, but Death.
150.B32.031  And though thou beest, O mightye Bird of Praye
150.B32.032  Soe much reclaym'd by God, that thou must lay,
150.B32.033  All that thou kill'st at his feete, yett doth hee
150.B32.034  Reserve but fewe, and leaves the most to Thee.
150.B32.035  And of those fewe; now thou hast overthrowne
150.B32.036  One whom thy blowe, makes not ours, nor thyne owne.
150.B32.037  Shee was more storyes high.  hopeles to come
150.B32.038  To'her soule, thou hast offerd at her lower Roome.
150.B32.039  Her soule & body was a king, and Court:
150.B32.040  But thou hast both of Captaine mist, and Fort.
150.B32.041  As houses fall not, though the King remove,
150.B32.042  Bodyes of sayntes, |    |>rest for theire soules above.
150.B32.043  Death getts twixt soules, and bodyes, such a Place
150.B32.044  As sinne insinuatts twixt Iust Me%M and Grace.
150.B32.045  Both workes a seperation, no Divorce
150.B32.046  Her soule is gon to vsher vp her Corse.
150.B32.047  W%6ch%6 shall be almost another sovle, for there [f. 106v]
150.B32.048  Bodyes are purer, then best sovles are here.
150.B32.049  Because in her, her virtues did ovt goe
150.B32.050  Her yeares; wouldst thov, o Emulovs Death, Do so?
150.B32.051  And kill her young to thy losse; Must the cost 
150.B32.052  Of Beavty, and witt apt to doe harme, bee lost?
150.B32.053  What though thou foundst her proofe gainst sinnes of youth?
150.B32.054  Of everye Age a divers sinne pursueth.
150.B32.055  Thou sholdst haue stayd, & taken better hold,
150.B32.056  Shortlye ambitious, Covetous, when old
150.B32.057  She might haue prov'd, And such Deuotion
150.B32.058  Might once haue stray'd to superstition.
150.B32.059  If all her vertues must haue growen, yett might
150.B32.060  Abundant vertue, haue bred a proud delight.
150.B32.061  Had she persever'd Iust, then would haue bin
150.B32.062  Some that wovld sinne, mis thinckinge she did sin.
150.B32.063  Such as wovld call her friendship, loue, and fayne
150.B32.064  To socyablenes, a name prophane.
150.B32.065  Or sinne, by tempting, or not dareinge that 
150.B32.066  By wishing, though they ^neuer told her what
150.B32.067  Thus mightest thou haue slayne more sovles had'st thou not crost
150.B32.068  Thyselfe, & to tryvmph, thyne Armye lost.
150.B32.069  Yett though these wayes bee lost, thou hast left one
150.B32.070  W%6ch%6 is, Immoderate Griefe that she is gon.
150.B32.071  But wee may scape that sinne, yett weepe as much,
150.B32.072  Our teares are due, because wee are not such.
150.B32.073  Some teares, that knott of freindes, her[e], death must cost,
150.B32.074  Because the Chayne is broke, but noe lincke lost.
150.B32.0SS  D%5r%6: Doone:~ [non-scribal]
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