IDENTLINE$$  F150EU3|BoulRec|Laing III, 493|ff. 95v-6v|Original EWS 5-31-83
150.EU3.0HE  Elegye on y%5e%6 death of M%5rs.%6 S: Bulstred.
150.EU3.001  Death, I recante, and say vnsayde by mee [f. 95v]
150.EU3.002  what ere hath slippt y%5t%6 might deminisht thee:
150.EU3.003  Spirituall treason, atheisme tis to say
150.EU3.004  That any can thy summons disobaye,
150.EU3.005  Th'Earths face is but Deaths table, there ar sett
150.EU3.006  %YThere ar sett%Z Plants, cattle, men (,dishes for death to eate,)
150.EU3.007  In a rude hunger now he millions drawes
150.EU3.008  Into his bloudy, plaguy, starued jawes:
150.EU3.009  Now he will seeme to spare, and doth more wast,
150.EU3.010  Eating y%5e%6 best first (well preseru'de to laste):
150.EU3.011  Now wantonly he spoyles, & eates vs not,
150.EU3.012  But breakes of freinds, & letts vs piecemeale rotte;
150.EU3.013  Nor will this earth serue him, he seeke y%5e%6 deepe
150.EU3.014  where harmeles fish monastique silence keepe,
150.EU3.015  who (were death dead) by roes of liuinge sande
150.EU3.016  would spunge y%5e%6 Elemente, & make it Lande.
150.EU3.017  He roundes y%5e%6 Ayre, & breakes y%5e%6 hymnique notes
150.EU3.018  In high heau'ns choristers organique throates: [cw:which]
150.EU3.019  w%5ch%6 if thay did not dye, might seeme to bee [f. 96]
150.EU3.020  A tenthe Muse in y%5e%6 heuenly Hierarchye/
150.EU3.021  O stronge & long lyued Death, how cam'st thou in?
150.EU3.022  And how w%5th%6out creation didst beginne?
150.EU3.023  Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou dyest
150.EU3.024  All y%5e%6 fowre Monarkyes & Antechrist.
150.EU3.025  How could I thinke thee nothing, & see now
150.EU3.026  In all this All nothing else is but thou?
150.EU3.027  Our birthe, & life, vices, & vertues bee
150.EU3.028  wastfull consumptions, & degrees of thee:
150.EU3.029  for wee to liue our bellows weare, & breth;
150.EU3.030  Nor ar wee mortall, dying, dead, but Death.
150.EU3.031  & though thou beest (o mighty birde of pray)
150.EU3.032  So much reclaymde by God, that thou must lay
150.EU3.033  All that thou killst at his feete, yet doth he 
150.EU3.034  Reserue but fewe, & leaues y%5e%6 most to thee%Y:%Z
150.EU3.035  & of those fewe now thou hast ouerthrowne
150.EU3.036  One whom thy blowe makes not ours nor thyne owne/
150.EU3.037  Shee was more storyes high, hopeles to cum
150.EU3.038  To'her soule, th'hast offerd at her lower roome;
150.EU3.039  Her soule & body was a kinge & court,
150.EU3.040  But thou hast both of Captayne mist, & forte.
150.EU3.041  As houses fall not though y%5e%6 kinge remooue
150.EU3.042  Bodyes of Saynts reste for their soules aboue/
150.EU3.043  Death getts twixt soules & bodyes such a place,
150.EU3.044  As Syn insinuats twixt just men & grace;
150.EU3.045  Bothe make a seperation, no diuorce:
150.EU3.046  Her soule is gon to vsher vp her corse,
150.EU3.047  w%5ch%6 shalbe almost an other Sowle, for there
150.EU3.048  Bodyes ar purer then best sowles ar heere./
150.EU3.049  Because in her her uertues did outgoe
150.EU3.050  Her yeares, wouldst thou (o%C emulous death) do so? [cw:and]
150.EU3.051  And kill her younge to thy losse? must y%5e%6 coste [f. 96v]
150.EU3.052  Of beauty' & witt (apt to do harme) be lost?
150.EU3.053  What though thou found'st her proofe gainst sinnes of youth,
150.EU3.054  (As eu'ry age a diuerse syn pursu'eth)
150.EU3.055  Thou shouldst haue stayde, & taken better houlde,
150.EU3.056  Shortly ambitious, couitous when oulde
150.EU3.057  Shee might haue proou'de; & such deuotion
150.EU3.058  Might once haue strayde to superstition/
150.EU3.059  If all her vertues must haue growne, yet might
150.EU3.060  Abondant vertue'haue bred a proude delight:
150.EU3.061  Had she perseuerd just, there would haue bin
150.EU3.062  Som that would synne, misthinking shee did synne;
150.EU3.063  (Such as would call her frendshipp Loue, & fayne
150.EU3.064  To sociablenes a name prophane)
150.EU3.065  Or synne by temptinge, or (not daring that)
150.EU3.066  By wishing, though thay neuer tould her what.
150.EU3.067  Thou might'st haue slayne more soules, hadst thou not crost
150.EU3.068  Thy selfe, & to triumphe, thyne Armye lost.
150.EU3.069  yet though theise wayes be lost, thou halst>hast left one,
150.EU3.070  w%5ch%6 is immoderate grief y%5t%6 shee is gon,
150.EU3.071  But wee may scape that sinne, yet weepe as much:
150.EU3.072  Our teares ar due because wee ar not such.
150.EU3.073  Sum teares that knott of freinds her death must coste,
150.EU3.074  Because y%5e%6 chayne is broke, though no linke lost.
150.EU3.0SS  J. D.
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