IDENTLINE$$ F150WN1|BoulRec|Dolau Cothi|Pp. 109-12|EWS Original 7-9-85
150.WN1.0HE Elegie M%5is%6 Bolstrod.
150.WN1.001 Death I recant, and say vnsaid by mee [p. 109]
150.WN1.002 What ere hath skipt, that, might diminish thee,
150.WN1.003 Spirituall treason, Athisme tis to saie
150.WN1.004 That any can thy sum%Mons disobaye
150.WN1.005 The Earths face is but thy Table, there are sett
150.WN1.006 Plants, Cattell, Men%M, dishes for Death to eate;
150.WN1.007 In a rude Hvnger, now hee Milions drawes
150.WN1.008 Into his bloody, or Plaguy, or sterud Iawes.
150.WN1.009 Now hee doth seeme to spare, and doth more waste, [p. 110]
150.WN1.010 Eatinge the best first, well preceaud to last.
150.WN1.011 Now wantonly hee spoyles, and eates vs not,
150.WN1.012 But breakes of frinds, and letts vs peecemeale rott:
150.WN1.013 Nor will this Earth serue him; Hee sincks the Deepe
150.WN1.014 Where harmeles fish, Monastique silence keepe,
150.WN1.015 Who (were death dead) by roes of liuing sand
150.WN1.016 Might spunge that Element, and make itt land:
150.WN1.017 Hee rounds the Aire, and breakes the Himning notes
150.WN1.018 In Birds, Heauens, Choristers Organique throates:
150.WN1.019 Which (if they did not die) might seeme to bee
150.WN1.020 A tenth ranck, in the heavenly Hierarchie.
150.WN1.021 O strong, and long liud Death, how camst thou in?
150.WN1.022 And how with out creation didst beginne?
150.WN1.023 Thou hast, and shalt see dead, before thou diest
150.WN1.024 All the fowre Monarchies, And Antichrist.
150.WN1.025 How could I thinke thee nothinge, that see now
150.WN1.026 In all this all nothinge els is but thou?
150.WN1.027 Our birthes, and life, Vices, and Virtues bee
150.WN1.028 Wastefull consumptions, and degrees of thee.
150.WN1.029 For wee, to liue, our bellowes were, and breath,
150.WN1.030 Nor are wee mortall, dyinge, dead, but Death.
150.WN1.031 And though thou beest, O Mightie Bird of praie
150.WN1.032 So mvch reclaymd by God, that thou mvst laye
150.WN1.033 All that thou killst, at his feete, yett doth hee
150.WN1.034 Reserue but fewe, and leaues the most to thee:
150.WN1.035 And of those fewe now thou hast overthrowne
150.WN1.036 One whome thy blow, makes not ours, nor thine owne.
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150.WN1.039 Her Soule, and body was a kyng, and Court
150.WN1.040 But thou hast both of captaine mist, and Forte.
150.WN1.041 As howses fall not though the king remoue, [p. 111]
150.WN1.042 Bodies of Saints rest for their soules aboue.
150.WN1.043 Death getts twixt Soules, and bodies such a place
150.WN1.044 As sinne insinvates, twixt iust Men, and grace,
150.WN1.045 Both worke a Seperation, no Diuorce:
150.WN1.046 Her Soule is gone to vsher vp her course,
150.WN1.047 Which shall bee allmost another soule; for there
150.WN1.048 Bodies are purer, then best soules are here.
150.WN1.049 Because in her her vertues did out goe
150.WN1.050 Her yeeres, wouldst thou O Emvlous death, do so?
150.WN1.051 And kyll her young to thy losse? Must the cost
150.WN1.052 Of beauty, and witt apt to doe harme bee lost?
150.WN1.053 What though thou foundst her proofe gainst sins of youth
150.WN1.054 Oh euery age a divers sin persuth.
150.WN1.055 Thou shouldst haue stayd, and taken better hold
150.WN1.056 Shortly ambitious, covetous, when old
150.WN1.057 Shee might haue proud: And such deuotion
150.WN1.058 Might once haue strayd to Superstition.
150.WN1.059 In all her vertues mvst haue growne, yett might
150.WN1.060 Aboundant vertue haue bred a proud delight,
150.WN1.061 Had shee perseuerd iust, there would haue bin
150.WN1.062 Some that would sinne, Mis-thinkinge shee did sinne
150.WN1.063 Such as would call her friendship, loue, and fame
150.WN1.064 To sociablenesse a name prophane,
150.WN1.065 Or Sinne by tempting, or not daring that
150.WN1.066 By wishing, though they never tolde her whatt
150.WN1.067 Thus mightst thou haue slayne more Soules, hadst thou not crost
150.WN1.068 Thy selfe, And to tryvmph, thine Armie lost.
150.WN1.069 Yett though these ways bee lost, thou hast left one,
150.WN1.070 Which is Imoderate Griefe, that she is gone.
150.WN1.071 But wee may scape that Sinne, yett weepe as mvch. [cw:Our]
150.WN1.072 Our teares are due because wee are not such. [p. 112]
150.WN1.073 Some teares, that knott of friends, her death mvst cost,
150.WN1.074 Because the chaine is broke, but no linke lost.
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