IDENTILIN$$ F151H03|BoulNar|Harvard, fMS Eng. 966.1 (Carnaby)|f.42r-v, pp.83-84|mf T-LP 3Sep87 151.H03.HE An Elegie vppon the deathe of /M.%5rs%6 Boulstred. [42] 151.H03.001 Language thou arte to narrowe, and to weake 151.H03.002 To ease vs nowe, great sorrow canot speake 151.H03.003 If we could sighe out accents, and weep wordes 151.H03.004 Grief weares and lessens that teares breath affoords 151.H03.005 Sad hartes the %Ymore%Zlesse they seem, the more they are 151.H03.006 Soe guiltiest men stand mutest at the Barre|.| 151.H03.007 Not that they knowe not, feele not their estate 151.H03.008 But extreame sence hathe made them desperate 151.H03.009 Sorrowe to whome, we owe all that we bee 151.H03.010 Tyrant in y%5e%6 first[var:>>fifth<<] and greatest Monarchy|.| [M:x] 151.H03.011 was't that all hartes she did possesse before 151.H03.012 Tho%5u%6 haiste>ha%Yi%Zste kill'd her to make thy Empire more 151.H03.013 Know'st[var:e] thou some would that knew her not lament? 151.H03.014 As in a deluge perrishe the innocent? 151.H03.015 Was't not enoughe to haue that Pallace wonne 151.H03.016 But thou must raze it too that was vndone 151.H03.017 Hadst thou stay'd there and lookt out at her eyes 151.H03.018 All had ador'd thee that nowe from the flyes 151.H03.019 ffor they let out more light, then they tooke in 151.H03.020 They tould not when but did the day begin 151.H03.021 She was too Safferine, and cleare for thee 151.H03.022 Clay Flint, and y[var:j]et nowe thy fitt dwellinge bee [M:x] 151.H03.023 As she was too pure but not too weake 151.H03.024 whoe euer saw Christiane ordinance but could breake [M:xx] 151.H03.025 And if we be thy Conquest by her fall 151.H03.026 Thou hast lost thy end for in her perishe all 151.H03.027 Or if we liue, wee liue but to rebell 151.H03.028 That knowe her better nowe, that knew her well 151.H03.029 If we should vapour out, or pine, or dye, 151.H03.030 Since she first went that were not misery 151.H03.031 She changd' our world with hers, nowe she is gone 151.H03.032 Mirthe and prosperity is oppression 151.H03.033 ffor of all morall vertues she was all 151.H03.034 The Ethickes speake of vertues, Cardinall 151.H03.035 Her Soule was Paradice, the Cherubin 151.H03.036 Set to keep it, was grace that kept out Sinne [CW:She#had#noe#more] 151.H03.037 She had noe more then let in deathe, for wee [42v] 151.H03.038 All reape Consumption, from our fruitefull tree 151.H03.039 God tooke her hence, leaste some of vs should loue 151.H03.040 Her like the plante, him and his lawes aboue 151.H03.041 And when wee teares, hee mercy shed in this 151.H03.042 To raise our mindes to heauen where nowe she is 151.H03.043 whoe if %Your%Z>her vertues would haue lett her stay 151.H03.044 we had, had a Sainte, nowe a holy=day 151.H03.045 Her harte was that strange blushe>b%Yl%Zus%5c%6he where sacred fier [M:x] 151.H03.046 Religion did not consume, but inspire 151.H03.047 Suche piety suche chaste vse of Gods day 151.H03.048 That what we turn'd to feaste she turnd' to pray 151.H03.049 And did prefigure here in deuoute taste 151.H03.050 The rest of her highe Sabbothe which shall **st>last 151.H03.051 Angells did heaue[var:hand] her vp, whiche next God dwell [M:x] 151.H03.052 For she was of that order whence moste fell 151.H03.053 Her body's left with vs, left[var:lest] some have[var:had] said 151.H03.054 She could not dy vnlesse they saw her dead 151.H03.055 ffor from lesse vertue and lesse beutiousnesse 151.H03.056 The Gentiles fam'd[var:r] their Gods and Goddesses [M:x] 151.H03.057 The rauenous earthe that nowe woes her to be 151.H03.058 Earthe too, will be a Lemina and the Tree 151.H03.059 That wrappes that Christall in a wooden tombe 151.H03.060 Shall be tooke vp Spruse fill'd, with diamond 151.H03.061 And wee her glad sad freinds, will beare a parte 151.H03.062 Of greif for all would waste a Stoicks harte./ 151.H03.SS J.D. 151.H03.$$ Variants (most marked by x's in the left margin) in a later hand; emendations in the scribal hand in ll. 5 & 43; no indentations.