IDENTILIN$$  F151SA1|BoulNar|South African Library MS Grey 7 a 29|pp.46-47|mf T-LP 5Sep87
151.SA1.HE   Elegye.
151.SA1.001  Language thou art too narrow, and too weake 
151.SA1.002  to ease vs now, great |sorrow| cannot speake,
151.SA1.003  if we could sigh out accents, and weepe words
151.SA1.004  greife weares; and lessons y%5t%6 teares breath affoords.
151.SA1.005  Sad harts, y%5e%6 more they seeme the lesse they are, 
151.SA1.006  (so guilty men stand mutest at the barre)
151.SA1.007  not that they know not, feele not, their estate,
151.SA1.008  but extreame sence |hath| |made| |them| |desperate,|
151.SA1.009  Sorrow, to whom we ow all that |we| |bee|
151.SA1.010  Tyrant in th' fift, & greatest Monarchy 
151.SA1.011  wast that she did possesse all harts before
151.SA1.012  thou didst kill her to make thy Empyre more?
151.SA1.013  knewst thou some would, y%5t%6 knew her not lament
151.SA1.014  as in a deluge perish th' Innocent? 
151.SA1.015  wast not enough to ha|v|e |that| |palace| |wonne,|  
151.SA1.016  but thou must raze it too, |that| |was| vndonne|?|
151.SA1.017  hadst thou stayd there, & |lookt| out at her eyes
151.SA1.018  all had adored thee that now from thee flyes,
151.SA1.019  for they let out more light, then they tooke in
151.SA1.020  they told not when but did the day begin,
151.SA1.021  She was too Saphirine, & cleane for thee
151.SA1.022  Clay flint & Iett now thy fitt dwellinge be|;|
151.SA1.023  Alas she was too pure, but yet too weake|,|
151.SA1.024  who ere saw |Christ|all ordnance but would breake|?|
151.SA1.025  And if we >be thy Conquest by her fall 
151.SA1.026  th' hast lost thy end|,| for in her perish all,
151.SA1.027  Or if we liue, we liue but to rebell, 
151.SA1.028  they know her better now, who knew her well.
151.SA1.029  If we should vapour out, & pine, %Yand pine%Z and dy,
151.SA1.030  since she first went, y%5t%6 were not miserye,
151.SA1.031  She changd our world |with| hers, now she is gone 
151.SA1.032  mirth & prosperity is opp|ression,|
151.SA1.033  for of all morall vertues she was all
151.SA1.034  y%5e%6 Ethicks speake of vertues cardinall;
151.SA1.035  her soule was paradice, y%5e%6 Cherubin 
151.SA1.036  set to keepe it was grace, y%5t%6 kept out Sinne,
151.SA1.037  She had no more then let in death, for wee 
151.SA1.038  all reape consumption from one fruitfull tree,
151.SA1.039  God tooke her hence, least some of vs should loue [47]
151.SA1.040  her, like y%5t%6 plant, him, & his laws aboue,
151.SA1.041  & when wee teares, he mercy shed in this 
151.SA1.042  to rayse our minds to heauen where now she is,
151.SA1.043  who if her vertues would haue let her stay
151.SA1.044  We had had a S%5t%6 and a new holyday.
151.SA1.045  her hart was y%5e%6 strange bush where sacred fire
151.SA1.046  religion, not consumed, but inspire 
151.SA1.047  Such piety, so chast vse of god's day
151.SA1.048  y%5t%6 what we turne to feasts, she turnd to pray,
151.SA1.049  & did prefigure here in deuout tast
151.SA1.050  y%5e%6 rest of that high Sabboth, w%5ch%6 shall last. 
151.SA1.051  Angells did hand her vp, who next god dwell 
151.SA1.052  for she was of that order whence most fell;
151.SA1.053  her bodye left with vs, least some had sed 
151.SA1.054  %Yexcept%Z She could not dye, except they saw her dead;
151.SA1.055  for from lesse vertue, & lesse beauteousnes
151.SA1.056  y%5e%6 Gentiles fram'd them Gods and Goddesses|,|
151.SA1.057  the rauenous earth, that now woes her to be 
151.SA1.058  earth too, will be Lemnia, and the tree 
151.SA1.059  y%5t%6 wraps y%5t%6 Christall in a wooden tombe
151.SA1.060  shall be tooke vp Spruce, filld with Diamond,
151.SA1.061  And we her sad, glad friends, all beare a part
151.SA1.062  of griefe, for all would wast a Stoicks hart.
151.SA1.SS   finis. I.D.
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