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.
150.WN1.037  om
150.WN1.038  om
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.
150.WN1.0SS  om
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