IDENTILIN$$  F150H06|BoulRec|Harvard MS Eng. 966.5 (O'Flahertie)|ff.84-85, pp.165-67|mf T-LP 4Sep86 
150.H06.HE   Vpon the Death of M.%5rs%6 Boulstred. [84]
150.H06.001  Death I recant, and say vnsayd by mee  
150.H06.002  What ere hath slipt that might diminish thee
150.H06.003  Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to say  
150.H06.004  That any can thy Sum%Mons disobay
150.H06.005  The earths face is thy Table, where ar sett  
150.H06.006  Plants, Cattell, Men, dished for death to eate. 
150.H06.007  In a rude hunger now hee millions drawes 
150.H06.008  Into his bloudy, plaguy, or staru'd Iawes.
150.H06.009  Now hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast,
150.H06.010  Eating the best first, well preserud to last
150.H06.011  Now wantonly hee spoyles, and eates vs not
150.H06.012  But breakes off frinds, and lets vs peecemeale rott
150.H06.013  Nor will this Earth serue him, Hee sinkes the deepe 
150.H06.014  Where harmlesse fish monastique silence keepe
150.H06.015  W.%5ch%6, were Death dead, by rowes of liuing sand
150.H06.016  Might spunge that Element and make it land.
150.H06.017  Hee rounds the Ayre, and breakes the Himnique Notes 
150.H06.018  In birds, Heauens Choristers, Organick throtes
150.H06.019  Which, if they did not dye, might seeme to bee
150.H06.020  A 10.%5th%6 Ranke in the Heauenly Hierarchy.
150.H06.021  O strong and long-liu'd Death, how camst thou in
150.H06.022  And how without Creation didst begin?
150.H06.023  Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou dy'st 
150.H06.024  All the 4 Monarchys, and Antichrist.
150.H06.025  How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now
150.H06.026  In all this All nothing else is but thou?
150.H06.027  Our births and liues, vertues and vices bee
150.H06.028  Wastfull consumptions and degrees of thee [CW:For]
150.H06.029  For wee, to liue, our bellows weare and breath [84v]
150.H06.030  Nor are wee mortall dying, dead, but death, 
150.H06.031  And though thou beest, o%C mighty bird of pray
150.H06.032  So much reclaymd by God that thou must lay 
150.H06.033  All that thou killst at his feete; yet doth hee
150.H06.034  Reseure but fewe, and leaues the most for thee.
150.H06.035  And of those fewe, now, thou hast overthrowne 
150.H06.036  One whome thy blowe makes not ours, nor thine owne
150.H06.037  Shee was more storyes high, hopelesse to come 
150.H06.038  To her Soule, th'hast offerd at her lower roome.
150.H06.039  Her Soule and body was a King and Court 
150.H06.040  But thou hast both of Captayne mist and fort.
150.H06.041  As houses fall not though the King remoue
150.H06.042  Bodyes of Saynts rest for theyr soules aboue.
150.H06.043  Death gets 'twixt soules and bodyes such a place
150.H06.044  As Sinne insinuats 'twixt Iust men and Grace.
150.H06.045  Both worke a Separation, no Diuorce,
150.H06.046  Her Soule is gon to vsher vp her corse, 
150.H06.047  Which shall bee almost another Soule, for there
150.H06.048  Bodyes ar purer then best Soules are heere./
150.H06.049  Because in her her vertues did outgoe
150.H06.050  Her yeares, wouldst thou, o%C emulous Death, do so
150.H06.051  And kill her young to thy losse? Must the cost
150.H06.052  Of beauty and witt, apt to doe harme bee lost|?|
150.H06.053  What though thou foundst her proofe 'gaynst sinns of youth
150.H06.054  O%C every Age a diuers Sinne pursu'th
150.H06.055  Thou shouldst haue stayd and taken better hold 
150.H06.056  Shortly ambitious, couetous when old 
150.H06.057  Shee might haue proou'd, And such deuotion
150.H06.058  might once haue strayd to Superstition.
150.H06.059  If all her vertues might haue growne: yet %Yshee%Z\(might
150.H06.060  Abundant vertue haue bredd a proude delight
150.H06.061  Had shee perseverd iust, there would haue bin 
150.H06.062  Some that would sinne, mistaking[var:thin] shee did sinne [CW:Such]
150.H06.063  Such as would call her frindship loue, and fayne [85]
150.H06.064  To sociablenesse a name profane.
150.H06.065  Or some by tempting, or, not daring that,
150.H06.066  By wishing though they never told her what
150.H06.067  Thus mightst thou haue slayne more souls, hadst thou /(not crost
150.H06.068  Thy selfe, and, to triumph thy Army lost.
150.H06.069  Yet though these wayes bee left, thou hast left one
150.H06.070  W%5ch%6 is, im%Moderate greefe that shee is gon
150.H06.071  But wee may scape that Sinne, yet weepe as much|.|
150.H06.072  Our teares ar due because wee are not such.
150.H06.073  Some teares that knott of frinds her death must cost
150.H06.074  Because the chayne is broke though no linke lost
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