IDENTILIN$$ F151H06|BoulNar|Harvard MS Eng 966.5 (O'Flahertie)|f.86r-v, pp.169-70|mf T-LP 4Sep87 151.H06.HE Another vpon the same M:%5rs%6 Boulstred. [86] 151.H06.001 Language thou art too narrow and too weake 151.H06.002 To ease vs now, greate sorrowes cannot speake. 151.H06.003 If wee could sigh out accents, and weepe words 151.H06.004 Greefe weares and lessens that teares breath affoords. 151.H06.005 Sad hearts the lesse they seeme the more they are 151.H06.006 So guilty'st men stand mutest at the barre 151.H06.007 Not that they knowe not feele not theyr estate 151.H06.008 But extreame Sence hath made them desperate. 151.H06.009 Sorrow, to whome wee owe all that wee bee 151.H06.010 Tyrant in the fift and great'st Monarchy 151.H06.011 Was't that shee did possesse all hearts before 151.H06.012 Thou hast killd her, to make thy Empire more? 151.H06.013 Knewst thou some would, that knewe her not, lament 151.H06.014 As in a deluge perish th'innocent? 151.H06.015 Wast not enough to haue that pallace wonne 151.H06.016 But thou must rase it too that was vndonne? 151.H06.017 Hadst thou stayd there and lookd out at her eyes 151.H06.018 All had ador'd thee that now from thee flyes 151.H06.019 ffor they lett out more light then they tooke in 151.H06.020 They told not when, but did the day beginne 151.H06.021 Shee was too Saphyrine and cleere for thee 151.H06.022 Clay, flint, and Ieate now thy fitt dwellings bee. 151.H06.023 Alas shee was too pure, but not too weake 151.H06.024 Who er'e sawe Christall Ord'nance but would breake? 151.H06.025 And if wee bee thy conquest, by her fall 151.H06.026 Th'hast lost thy end, in her wee perish all. 151.H06.027 Or if wee liue, wee liue but to rebell 151.H06.028 That knowe her better now who knew her well. 151.H06.029 If wee should vapour out or pine, or dye 151.H06.030 Since shee first went, that were no misery 151.H06.031 Shee changd our world with hers, now shee is gon 151.H06.032 Mirth and prosperity is oppression. [CW:ffor] 151.H06.033 ffor of all Morall Vertues shee was all [86v] 151.H06.034 That Ethicks speake of vertues Cardinall. 151.H06.035 Her Soule was Paradise, the Cherubin 151.H06.036 Set to keepe it, was grace that kept out sinne. 151.H06.037 Shee had no more then let in death, for wee 151.H06.038 All reape consumption from one fruitfull tree. 151.H06.039 God tooke her hence least some of vs should loue 151.H06.040 Her, like that plant, him and his lawes aboue. 151.H06.041 And when wee teares, hee mercy shedd in this 151.H06.042 To rayse our minds to heauen where now shee is 151.H06.043 Who, if her vertues would haue let her stay, 151.H06.044 Wee had had a Saynt, >M:have now a Holyday. 151.H06.045 Her heart was that strange bush where sacred fir|e| 151.H06.046 Religion, did not consume, but inspire 151.H06.047 Such piety, so chast vse of gods day 151.H06.048 That what wee turne to feasts, shee turnd to pray|,| 151.H06.049 And did prefigure heere in deuout tast 151.H06.050 The rest of her high Sabboth, w%5ch%6 shall last. 151.H06.051 Angels did hand her vp who next God dwell 151.H06.052 (ffor shee was of that Order whence most fell;) 151.H06.053 Her bodye's left with vs, least some had sed 151.H06.054 Shee could not dye, vnlesse they saw her dead 151.H06.055 ffor from lesse vertue, and lesse beauteousness|e| 151.H06.056 The Gentiles framd them Gods and Godesses. 151.H06.057 The ravenous earth, that now wooes her to bee 151.H06.058 Earth too, will bee >a Lemnia, and the Tree 151.H06.059 That wraps that Christall in a woodden Tome 151.H06.060 Shall bee tooke vp Spruse filld with Diamond 151.H06.061 While wee her glad sadd frinds %Yall%Z>each< beares a part 151.H06.062 Of Greefe, for all would breake a Stoicks hart. 151.H06.SS om [CW:Stay] 151.H06.$$ No indentations.