IDENTLINE$$  F151C09|BoulNar|Luttrell|ff. 48v-9v|Original EWS 6-18-85
151.C09.0HE  Another vpon the same./
151.C09.001  Language thou art too narrow & too weake [f. 48v]
151.C09.002  To ease vs now, great sorrowes cannot speake.
151.C09.003  If we could sigh out accents & weepe wordes
151.C09.004  Greefe weares & lessens that teares breath affoords.
151.C09.005  Sad hearts the lesse they seeme the more they are
151.C09.006  So guilti'st men stand mutest at the barre
151.C09.007  Not that they know nor feele not their estate
151.C09.008  But extreme sence hath made them desperate.
151.C09.009  Sorrow, to whom wee owe all that bee>wee bee
151.C09.010  Tyrant in the fift & great'st monarchy
151.C09.011  wast y%5t%6 she did possesse all hearts before
151.C09.012  Thou hast kill'd her to make thy empire more? [cw:knewest thou]
151.C09.013  Knewst thou, some would y%5t%6 knew her not, lament [f. 49]
151.C09.014  As in a Deluge perish th'innocent?
151.C09.015  Was't not enough to haue that pallace wonne,
151.C09.016  But thou must rase it too that was vndonne?
151.C09.017  Hadst thou stayd there & look'd out at her Eyes
151.C09.018  All had ador'd thee y%5t%6 now from thee flyes
151.C09.019  for they lett out more light then they tooke in
151.C09.020  They told not when, but did the>the day beginne;
151.C09.021  Shee was too Saphyrine & cleere for thee
151.C09.022  Clay, flint, & Ieat now thy fitt dwelling bee
151.C09.023  Alas shee was too pure, but not too weake,
151.C09.024  Who er'e saw Christall Ord'nance but would breake?
151.C09.025  And if we bee thy conquest by her fall 
151.C09.026  Th'hast lost thy end, in her we perish all.
151.C09.027  Or if we liue, we liue but to rebell
151.C09.028  That know her better now, who knew her well.
151.C09.029  If we should vapour out, or pine, or dye
151.C09.030  Since shee first went, y%5t%6 were no miserye,
151.C09.031  Shee chang'd our world with hers; now she is gon
151.C09.032  Mirth & prosperitye is oppression.
151.C09.033  For of all morall virtues shee was all
151.C09.034  That Ethickes speake of virtures Cardinall:
151.C09.035  Her soule was Paradise, the Cherubin
151.C09.036  Sett to keepe it, was Grace y%5t%6 kept out sinne,
151.C09.037  Shee had no more then lett in death, for we
151.C09.038  All reape consumption from one fruitfull tree:
151.C09.039  God tooke her hence least some of vs should loue
151.C09.040  Her, like that Plant, him and his lawes aboue:
151.C09.041  And when wee teares, hee mercy shedd in this
151.C09.042  To rayse o\r mindes to heauen, where now shee is.
151.C09.043  Who, if her virtues would haue lett her stay
151.C09.044  Wee had had a Saint, now a Hollyday.
151.C09.045  Her heart was that strange bush where sacred fire
151.C09.046  Religion, did not consume but inspire.
151.C09.047  Such pietye, so chast vse of gods day
151.C09.048  That what we turne to feasts, shee turnd to pray, [f. 49v]
151.C09.049  And did p%5r%6figure heere in deuout tast
151.C09.050  The rest of her high Sabboth which shall last.
151.C09.051  Angells did hand her vp who next God dwell
151.C09.052  (for shee was of that Order whence most fell.)
151.C09.053  Her body's left with vs least some had sed
151.C09.054  Shee could not dye, vnlesse they saw her dead.
151.C09.055  for from lesse virtue & lesse beautiousnesse
151.C09.056  the gentiles fram'd them Gods & Goddesses.
151.C09.057  The rauenous Earth y%5t%6 now woo's[Mvar:>wooes<] her to bee
151.C09.058  Earth too, will be Lemnia, & the tree
151.C09.059  that wraps that Christall in a woodden Tombe
151.C09.060  shall be tooke vp Spruse filld with Diamond
151.C09.061  While wee her glad sadd freinds each beares a part
151.C09.062  of greefe, for all would breake a Stoickes heart.
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