IDENTLINE$$ F150B47|BoulRec|Stowe 962|ff. 93-4|Original EWS 8-10-85 150.B47.0HE om 150.B47.001 Death I recant & say vnsayd by me [f. 93] 150.B47.002 w%5t%6 ere hath slipt y%5t%6 might diminish thee 150.B47.003 Spirituall treason Atheisme `tis to say 150.B47.004 y%5t%6 any can thy sum%Mon disobay 150.B47.005 the earthes face is but thy table, there are sett 150.B47.006 Plants, Cattle, men, dished for death to eate 150.B47.007 In a rude hunger now he millions drawes 150.B47.008 into his blouddy, or Plaguy, or starued iawes 150.B47.009 now he will seeme to spare & doth more wast 150.B47.010 eatinge the best first, ill p%5r%6serud till last 150.B47.011 now wantonly he spoyles & eats vs not 150.B47.012 but breaks of freinds & letts vs peecemeale rott 150.B47.013 nor will this earth serue him he sinks the deepe 150.B47.014 where harmeles fish monasticke silence keepe 150.B47.015 who were death dead, by rowes of liuinge sand 150.B47.016 might spunge that element & make it land. 150.B47.017 he rounds the ayre & breaks he Himnique nots 150.B47.018 in birds, heauens queristers organicke throats 150.B47.019 w%5ch%6 if they did not die might seeme to be [f. 93v] 150.B47.020 a tenth ranke in the heauenly Hierarchie 150.B47.021 O stronge & longe liud death, how camst thou in? 150.B47.022 and how %Yw%Z w%5th%6out creation didst beginn? 150.B47.023 thou hast & shalt see dead before thou diest 150.B47.024 all the fower Monarchies & Ante Christ. 150.B47.025 how could I thinke thee nothinge y%5t%6 see now 150.B47.026 In all this all nothinge els is but thou 150.B47.027 our birthes, & liues, vertues, & vices be 150.B47.028 wastfull consumptions & degrees of thee 150.B47.029 for we to liue our bellowes weare, and breath 150.B47.030 nor are we mortall dijnge dead but death 150.B47.031 and though thou beest %Ythou%Z ^O mightie birde of pray 150.B47.032 so much reclaymd by god y%5t%6 thou must lay 150.B47.033 all that thou killst at his feete, yet doth he 150.B47.034 reserue but few, & leaues the rest to thee. 150.B47.035 and of these few now thou hast ouerthrowne 150.B47.036 one, whom thy blow maks not o%5r%6 nor thy%M owne 150.B47.037 she was more stories high hopeles to come 150.B47.038 t'her soule thou hast offerd at her lower tome 150.B47.039 her soule & boddie was a kinge & Courte 150.B47.040 but thou hast both of Captaine mist and fort 150.B47.041 as houses fall not though the kinge remoue 150.B47.042 boddies of saynts rest for there soules aboue 150.B47.043 death getts twixt soules & boddies such a place 150.B47.044 as sin insinuats twixt iust men and grace 150.B47.045 both worke a seperation noe diuorce 150.B47.046 her soule is gon to vsher vp her coarse 150.B47.047 w%5ch%6 shallbe allmost another soule, for there 150.B47.048 boddies are purer then best soules are here 150.B47.049 because in her, her vertues did out goe [f. 94] 150.B47.050 her yeares, wouldst thou O%C emulous dath doe soe? 150.B47.051 and kill her younge to thy losse, must the cose 150.B47.052 of beautie & witt apt to doe harme be lost? 150.B47.053 w%5t%6 though thou foundst her proofe gaynst sinnes of youth 150.B47.054 O euery age a diuerse sinn p%Psueth 150.B47.055 thou shouldst haue stayd, & taken better hold 150.B47.056 shortly ambitious, couetous when old 150.B47.057 she might haue prooued, & couetous devotion 150.B47.058 might once haue striud to superstitione 150.B47.059 If all her vertues might haue growne, yet might 150.B47.060 abundant vertue haue bredd a proud delight 150.B47.061 had she p%Pseuered iust, there would haue bene 150.B47.062 some y%5t%6 would sinn misthinkinge she did sinn 150.B47.063 such as would call her frindshipp loue, and fayne 150.B47.064 to s%Yc%Zociablenes a name profane 150.B47.065 or some by temptinge or not daringe that 150.B47.066 by wishinge though they neuer told her, what 150.B47.067 thus mightst thou haue slayne more soules, hadst thou not Crost 150.B47.068 thy selfe, and to triumphe, thy armies lost 150.B47.069 yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one 150.B47.070 w%5ch%6 is im%Moderate greife that she is gonn 150.B47.071 but we may scape y%5t%6 sinn, yet weepe as much 150.B47.072 our teares are due because we are not such 150.B47.073 some teares that knot of freindes, her death must cost 150.B47.074 because the chayne is broke, though no linke lost 150.B47.0SS 150.B47.$$ "Death be not proud thy hand gaue not this bloww" follows immediately