IDENTLINE$$  F151SN3|BoulNar|Hawthornden XV, 2067|ff. 10v-12|Original EWS 6-13-83
151.SN3.0HE  om
151.SN3.001  Language thou art too narrow and too weake [f. 10v]
151.SN3.002  To ease vs now great sorrow can not spake,
151.SN3.003  If wee could sigh out accents and weep wordes,
151.SN3.004  Greife weares and lessons that teares breath affords
151.SN3.005  Sad hartes the lesse they seeme the more they are
151.SN3.006  So guiltiest men stand mutest at a Barre,
151.SN3.007  Not that they knew not feele not their estate
151.SN3.008  But extreame sense hath made them desperate
151.SN3.009  Sorrow to whom wee owe all that wee be
151.SN3.010  Tyrant in the first and greatest Monarchie
151.SN3.011  Wast that shee did possesse all harts before
151.SN3.012  Thou hast kild her to make thy empyre more?
151.SN3.013  Knewest thou som would that knew her ^not lame%Mt
151.SN3.014  As in a deludge perish the innocent/
151.SN3.015  Wast not enough to haue that pallice wone
151.SN3.016  But thou must raze it to thait was vndone/
151.SN3.017  Hadst thou stayd there & looked out all her Eyes 
151.SN3.018  all had adord thee that now from y%5ee%6 flies
151.SN3.019  For they let out more light than they ^tooke in
151.SN3.020  They could not.  when the Day begin
151.SN3.021  Shee was to Sapharine and clere for thee [f. 11]
151.SN3.022  Change, flint, and ieat now thy fit dwelling bee,
151.SN3.023  Alas shee was too pure but not too weake
151.SN3.024  Who e're saw christall ordinance but would breake?
151.SN3.025  And if wee be thy conquest by her fall
151.SN3.026  Thou hast lost thy end for in her perish all.
151.SN3.027  or if wee liue wee liue but to rebell
151.SN3.028  They know her better now that knew her well
151.SN3.029  If wee should vapour out or pine or dye
151.SN3.030  Since shee first went that were not miserye/
151.SN3.031  Shee o%5r%6 world w%5t%6 hers now she is gone
151.SN3.032  Mirth and prosperitie is oppression/
151.SN3.033  For of all morall vertues shee was all/
151.SN3.034  The etheinckes spake of vertues cardinall/
151.SN3.035  Her soule was paradise the cherubin
151.SN3.036  set to keep it was Grace to keep out Sinne/
151.SN3.037  Shee had no more than let in Death, for wee
151.SN3.038  all reape consumption from one fruitull Tree.
151.SN3.039  God tooke her home least some of vs should loue
151.SN3.040  Her like that plant him and his lawes aboue;
151.SN3.041  And when wee teares he mercye shed in this. [f. 11v]
151.SN3.042  To raise o%5r%6 minds to heauen where now shee is,
151.SN3.043  Who if her vertues would haue let her stay
151.SN3.044  Wee had, had a Santt now and holiday/
151.SN3.045  Wer>Her hart was that strange Bush where ^sacred fire
151.SN3.046  Religion, did not consume but inspyre,
151.SN3.047  Such piety so chast vse of Gods Day
151.SN3.048  That when wee turnd to feast she turnd ^to pray
151.SN3.049  And did prefigure heere in daintie taste
151.SN3.050  The rest of her high Sabboth which shall last.
151.SN3.051  Angells did haue her vp who nixt God dwell
151.SN3.052  For shee was of that order whence ^most fell
151.SN3.053  Her Bodye left w%5t%6 vs least some had said
151.SN3.054  Shee could not die except they saw her dead
151.SN3.055  For, from lesse vertue and %Yand%Z lesse Beautious=%7nesse%8
151.SN3.056  The Gentils formd the Gods & Goddesses/
151.SN3.057  The Rauenous earth that now wooes her to be
151.SN3.058  Eearth to will be [om] and the tree
151.SN3.059  That wrapps cristall in a woode%M Tombe
151.SN3.060  Shall be tooke vp a piece filld w%5t%6 Diamond
151.SN3.061  And wee her sad glad freinds all beare a part [f. 12]
151.SN3.062  of griefe, for all would wast a Stoicks hart.
151.SN3.0SS  om
151.SN3.$$   Even lines indented two spaces.  Modern note on title page says poems transcribed by William Drummond of Hawthornden.  Space left in l. 58 for omitted word.