IDENTIFIL$$ F15200E|Henry|1650 (proofed: CtY,MH)|sigs. Q8v-R2, pp.240-43 152.00E.HE1 %1Elegie on Prince%2 H#%9E#N#R#Y%0. [Q8] 152.00E.001 LOoke to me faith, and looke to my faith, God; 152.00E.002 For both my centers feel this period. 152.00E.003 Of waight one center, one of greatnesse is; 152.00E.004 And Reason is that center, Faith is this; 152.00E.005 For into'our reason flow, and there doe end 152.00E.006 All, that this naturall world doth comprehend: 152.00E.007 Quotidian things, and equidistant hence, 152.00E.008 Shut in, for man, in one circumference: 152.00E.009 But for th'#enormous greatnesses, which are 152.00E.010 So disproportion'd, and so angulare, 152.00E.011 As is Gods Essence, place, and providence, 152.00E.012 Where, how, when, what soules doe, departed hence, 152.00E.013 These things (eccentrique else) on faith doe strike; 152.00E.014 Yet neither all, nor upon all, alike. 152.00E.015 For reason, put to her best extension, 152.00E.016 Almost meets faith, and makes both centers one. 152.00E.017 And nothing ever came so neare to this, 152.00E.018 As contemplation of that Prince wee misse. 152.00E.019 For all that faith might credit mankind could, 152.00E.020 Reason still seconded, that this Prince would. [CW:If] 152.00E.021 If then least moving of the Center, make [R1] 152.00E.022 More, than if whole hell belch'd, the world to shake, 152.00E.023 What must this doe, centers distracted so, 152.00E.024 That we see not what to believe or know? 152.00E.025 Was it not well believ'd till now, that he, 152.00E.026 Whose reputation was an extasie, 152.00E.027 On neighbour States, which knew not why to wake, 152.00E.028 Till he discover'd what waies he would take; 152.00E.029 For whom, what Princes angled, when they tryed, 152.00E.030 Met a %1Torpedo%2 and were stupified; 152.00E.031 And others studies, how he would be bent, 152.00E.032 Was his great fathers greatest instrument, 152.00E.033 And activ'st spirit, to convey and tie 152.00E.034 This soule of peace, to Christianity; 152.00E.035 Was it not well believ'd, that he would make 152.00E.036 This generall peace, th'Eternall overtake, 152.00E.037 And that his times might have stretcht out so farre, 152.00E.038 As to touch those of which they emblemes are? 152.00E.039 For to confirm this just belief, that now 152.00E.040 The last daies came, we saw heav'n did allow, 152.00E.041 That, but from his aspect and exercise, 152.00E.042 In peacefull times rumours of warres should rise. 152.00E.043 But now this faith is heresie: we must 152.00E.044 Still stay, and vexe our great#grand-mother, Dust. 152.00E.045 Oh, is God prodigall? hath he spent his store 152.00E.046 Of plagues on us; and onely now when more 152.00E.047 Would ease us much, doth he grudge miserie; 152.00E.048 And will not let's enjoy our curse; to die! 152.00E.049 As for the earth thrown lowest down of all, 152.00E.050 'Twere an ambition to desire to fall, 152.00E.051 So God, in our desire to die, doth know 152.00E.052 Our plot for ease, in being wretched so: [CW:There-] 152.00E.053 Therefore we live, though such a life we have, [R1v] 152.00E.054 As but so many mandrakes on his grave. 152.00E.055 What had his growth and generation done, 152.00E.056 When, what we are, his putrefaction 152.00E.057 Sustaines in us, Earth, which griefs animate? 152.00E.058 Nor hath our world now, other Soule than that. 152.00E.059 And could grief get so high as heav'n, that Quire, 152.00E.060 Forgetting this their new joy, would desire 152.00E.061 With grief to see him) he had staid below, 152.00E.062 To rectifie our errours they foreknow. 152.00E.063 Is th'other center, Reason, faster then? 152.00E.064 Where should we look for that, now we'are not \(men? 152.00E.065 For if our Reason be our connexion 152.00E.066 Of causes, now to us there can be none. 152.00E.067 For, as if all the substances were spent, 152.00E.068 'Twere madnesse, to enquire of accident, 152.00E.069 So is't to look for reason, he being gone, 152.00E.070 The onely subject reason wrought upon. 152.00E.071 If Fate have such a chain, whose divers links 152.00E.072 Industrious man discerneth, as he thinks, 152.00E.073 When miracle doth come, and so steale in 152.00E.074 A new link, man knowes not where to begin: 152.00E.075 At a much deader fault must reason be, 152.00E.076 Death having broke off such a link as he. 152.00E.077 But now, for us, with busie proof to come, 152.00E.078 That we have no reason, would prove we had some, 152.00E.079 So would just lamentations: Therefore we 152.00E.080 May safelier say, that we are dead, than he, 152.00E.081 So, if our griefs we doe not well declare, 152.00E.082 We#'have double excuse; he'is not dead; and we are. 152.00E.083 Yet I would not die yet; for though I be 152.00E.084 Too narrow to thinke him, as he is he, [CW:(Our] 152.00E.085 (Our Soules best baiting and mid-period, [R2] 152.00E.086 In her long journey, of considering God) 152.00E.087 Yet, (no dishonour) I can reach him thus, 152.00E.088 As he embrac'd the fires of love, with us. 152.00E.089 Oh may I, (since I live) but see or heare, 152.00E.090 That she-Intelligence which mov'd this spheare, 152.00E.091 I pardon Fate, my life: who ere thou be, 152.00E.092 Which hast the noble conscience, thou art she, 152.00E.093 I conjure thee by all the charmes he spoke, 152.00E.094 By th'#oathes, which onely you two never broke, 152.00E.095 By all the soules ye sigh'd, that if you see 152.00E.096 These lines, you wish, I knew your history. 152.00E.097 So much, as you, two mutuall heav'ns were here, 152.00E.098 I were an Angel, singing what you were. 152.00E.0SSom 152.00E.0$$ no indentations