IDENTLINE$$  F150C02|BoulRec|Cambridge Balam|ff.38-9|Original EWS 6-14-85
150.C02.0HE  %1Eligie on M%5rs%6 Boulstred./%2
150.C02.001  Death, I Recant, and say vnsay'd by Mee [f. 38]
150.C02.002  What ere hath slip't, y%5t%6 might deminish Thee,
150.C02.003  Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to saye,
150.C02.004  What any can thy Summons disobaye.
150.C02.005  Th'earths Face ys but thy table;  There are sett
150.C02.006  Plants, Cattell, Men, Dishes%Y,%Z for death, to eate.
150.C02.007  In a rude hunger now hee Millions drawes
150.C02.008  Into his Bloodye, or Plaguye, or Sterved Iawes.
150.C02.009  Now hee will seeme to spare, And doth more wast
150.C02.010  Eateinge the best Fyrst, well preserv'd to last.
150.C02.011  Now wantonlye hee spoyles, and eates vs not
150.C02.012  But breakes of Friends, & letts vs Peece Meale Rott.
150.C02.013  Nor will thys earth serve hym; Hee sincks the Deepe
150.C02.014  Where harmelesse Fish Monastique sylence keepe,
150.C02.015  Who (weare death dead) by Roes of liueinge Sande
150.C02.016  Might spunge that Element, & make y%5t%6 Lande.
150.C02.017  Hee rown'ds the Ayre, & breakes the Hymnique Noates
150.C02.018  In Byrds, heavens Choristers, organique Throates.
150.C02.019  W%5ch%6 (yf they did not dye) might seeme to Bee
150.C02.020  A Tenth Rancke in the heavenlye Hierarchye.
150.C02.021  O strong, and long=liu'd Death, How camst thou In?
150.C02.022  And how w%5th%6out Creation did'st beginne?
150.C02.023  Thou hast, and shalt see dead, before thou dyest
150.C02.024  All the Foure Monarchyes, and Antechrist.
150.C02.025  I>Ho%5w%6 could I Thinke Thee nothinge, That see now
150.C02.026  In all thys All, Nothinge else ys, but thou.
150.C02.027  Our Byrthes and lyfe, vices, and vertues bee
150.C02.028  Wastfull Consumptions, and degrees of thee.
150.C02.029  For wee, to liue, our Bellowes weare and breath,
150.C02.030  Nor are wee Mortall, dyinge, dead, but death.
150.C02.031  And though Thou beest O mightye Byrd of Pray
150.C02.032  Soe much Reclaym'd by God, y%5t%6 thou must lay, [cw:(All y%5t%6.]
150.C02.033  All that thou killst at hys Feete, yett doth Hee [f. 38v]
150.C02.034  Reserve but few, and leaues the Most to Thee
150.C02.035  And of those Few; Now thou hast overthrowne
150.C02.036  One whome thy Blowe, makes not ours, nor thyne owne.
150.C02.037  Shee was more Storyes high; Hopeles to Come
150.C02.038  To her Soule, Thou hast offerd at her lower Roome.
150.C02.039  Her Soule and Bodye was a King and Court.
150.C02.040  But thou h'ast both of Captaine mist, and Fort.
150.C02.041  As howses fall not, though the Kinge remoove,
150.C02.042  Bodyes of Saints, rest for theyre Soules aboue.
150.C02.043  Death getts 'twixt Soules and Bodyes such a Place,
150.C02.044  As Sinne insinuates t'wixt Iust Men & Grace.
150.C02.045  Both makes a Seperation, No Divorce
150.C02.046  Her Soule ys gon, to Vsher vp her Corse, 
150.C02.047  W%5ch%6 shalbe allmost another Soule, for there
150.C02.048  Bodyes are purer, then best Soules are here.
150.C02.049  Because in Her, hir virtues did out goe
150.C02.050  Her yeares, wouldst Thou, O emulous death, doe soe?
150.C02.051  And kill her yong to thy losse?  Must the Cost
150.C02.052  Of Beautye, and Witt apt to doe harme, be lost?
150.C02.053  What though thou foundest her proofe gainst syns of Youth?
150.C02.054  Oh every Age a divers Synne pursueth.
150.C02.055  Thou shouldest haue stayde, and taken better holld,
150.C02.056  Shortlye Ambitious, Covetous when old
150.C02.057  Shee might haue proov'd; And such devotion
150.C02.058  Might once haue strayd to Superstition.
150.C02.059  Yf all her vertues must haue growne, yet might
150.C02.060  Abundant Vertue haue bred a proud delight.
150.C02.061  Had shee persever'd Iust, There would haue bin
150.C02.062  Some y%5t%6 woulld Synne, Mis=thinkinge she did Syn.
150.C02.063  Such as woulld call her Freindship, loue, and fayne
150.C02.064  To sociablenes, A name profane.
150.C02.065  Or Synne, by temptinge, or not dareinge That,
150.C02.066  By wishinge, though they never tolld her what;
150.C02.067  Thus mightest thou haue slayne more Soules, hadst thou not Crost  
150.C02.068  Thy Selfe and to tryumph, thyne Armor lost.
150.C02.069  Yett though these wayes be lost, Thou hast left One
150.C02.070  W%5ch%6 ys, Immoderate greife, y%5t%6 shee ys gone. [cw:(But wee.]
150.C02.071  But wee may scape that Synne, yet weepe as much, [f. 39]
150.C02.072  Our teares are due, because wee are not such.
150.C02.073  Some teares, That knott of Friends, her death must Cost,
150.C02.074  Because the Chayne is broke, but noe lincke lost.
150.C02.0SS  om
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