IDENTILIN$$  F156LCA|FunEl|1611 (siglum a)\(C,CSmH)\sigs. B7-B8v
156.LCA.0HE  A F#V#N#E#R#A#L#L /E#%9L#E#G#I#E%0. [B7]
156.LCA.001  T%+Is lost, to trust a Tombe with such a ghest,
156.LCA.002  Or to confine her in a Marble chest.
156.LCA.003  Alas, what's Marble, Ieat, or Porphiry,
156.LCA.004  Priz'd with the Chrysolite of eyther eye,
156.LCA.005  Or with those Pearles, and Rubies which shee was?
156.LCA.006  Ioyne the two Indies in one Tombe, 'tis glas;
156.LCA.007  And so is all to her materials,
156.LCA.008  Though euery inche were ten escurials.
156.LCA.009  Yet shee's demolish'd: Can we keepe her then
156.LCA.010  In workes of hands, or of the wits of men?
156.LCA.011  Can these memorials, ragges of paper, giue
156.LCA.012  Life to that name, by which name they must liue?
156.LCA.013  Sickly, alas, short-liu'd, aborted bee
156.LCA.014  Those Carkas verses, whose soule is not shee.
156.LCA.015  And can shee, who no longer would be shee,
156.LCA.016  Being such a Tabernacle, stoope to bee
156.LCA.017  In paper wrap't; Or, when she would not lie
156.LCA.018  In such a house, dwell in an Elegie?
156.LCA.019  But 'tis no matter; we may well allow
156.LCA.020  Verse to liue so long as the world will now. [CW:For]
156.LCA.021  For her death wounded it.  The world containes [B7v]
156.LCA.022  Princes for armes, and Counsailors for braines,
156.LCA.023  Lawyers for tongues, Diuines for hearts, and more,
156.LCA.024  The Rich for stomachs, and for backes the Pore;
156.LCA.025  The Officers for hands, Merchants for feet
156.LCA.026  By which remote and distant Countries meet.
156.LCA.027  But those fine spirits, which doe tune and set
156.LCA.028  This Organ, are those peeces which beget
156.LCA.029  Wonder and loue; And these were shee; and shee
156.LCA.030  Being spent, the world must needes decrepit bee.
156.LCA.031  For since death will proceed to triumph still,
156.LCA.032  He can finde nothing, after her, to kill,
156.LCA.033  Except the world it selfe, so great as shee.
156.LCA.034  Thus braue and confident may Nature bee,
156.LCA.035  Death cannot giue her such another blow,
156.LCA.036  Because shee cannot such another show.
156.LCA.037  But must we say shee's dead? May't not be said
156.LCA.038  That as a sundred Clocke is peece-meale laid,
156.LCA.039  Not to be lost, but by the makers hand
156.LCA.040  Repolish'd, without error then to stand,
156.LCA.041  Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs
156.LCA.042  It selfe into the earth, and after comes,
156.LCA.043  (Hauing first made a naturall bridge, to passe
156.LCA.044  For many leagues,) farre greater then it was,
156.LCA.045  May't not be said, that her graue shall restore
156.LCA.046  Her, greater, purer, firmer, then before?
156.LCA.047  Heauen may say this, and ioy in't; but can wee
156.LCA.048  Who liue, and lacke her, here this vantage see?
156.LCA.049  What is't to vs, alas, if there haue beene
156.LCA.050  An Angell made a Throne, or Cherubin? [CW:We]
156.LCA.051  We lose by't: And as aged men are glad [B8]
156.LCA.052  Being tastlesse growne, to ioy in ioyes they had,
156.LCA.053  So now the sicke staru'd world must feed vpone
156.LCA.054  This joy, that we had her, who now is gone.
156.LCA.055  Reioyce then nature, and this world, that you
156.LCA.056  Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue
156.LCA.057  Your force and vigor, ere it were neere gone,
156.LCA.058  Wisely bestow'd, and layd it all on one.
156.LCA.059  One, whose cleare body was so pure, and thin,
156.LCA.060  Because it neede disguise no thought within.
156.LCA.061  T'was but a through-light scarfe, her minde t'enroule,
156.LCA.062  Or exhalation breath'd out from her soule.
156.LCA.063  One, whom all men who durst no more, admir'd;
156.LCA.064  And whom, who ere had worth enough, desir'd;
156.LCA.065  As when a Temple's built, Saints emulate
156.LCA.066  To which of them, it shall be consecrate.
156.LCA.067  But as when Heau'n lookes on vs with new eyes,
156.LCA.068  Those new starres eu'ry Artist exercise,
156.LCA.069  What place they should assigne to them they doubt,
156.LCA.070  Argue, and agree not, till those starres go out:
156.LCA.071  So the world studied whose this peece should be,
156.LCA.072  Till she can be no bodies else, nor shee:
156.LCA.073  But like a Lampe of Balsamum, desir'd
156.LCA.074  Rather t'adorne, then last, shee soone expir'd;
156.LCA.075  Cloath'd in her Virgin white integrity;
156.LCA.076  For mariage, though it doe not staine, doth dye.
156.LCA.077  To scape th'infirmities which waite vpone
156.LCA.078  Woman, shee went away, before sh'was one.
156.LCA.079  And the worlds busie noyse to ouercome,
156.LCA.080  Tooke so much death, as seru'd for %1opium%2. [CW:For]
156.LCA.081  For though she could not, nor could chuse to die, [B8v]
156.LCA.082  Shee'ath yeelded to too long an Extasie.
156.LCA.083  He which not knowing her sad History,
156.LCA.084  Should come to reade the booke of destiny,
156.LCA.085  How faire and chast, humble and high shee'ad beene,
156.LCA.086  Much promis'd, much perform'd, at not fifteene,
156.LCA.087  And measuring future things, by things before,
156.LCA.088  Should turne the leafe to reade, and read no more,
156.LCA.089  Would thinke that eyther destiny mistooke,
156.LCA.090  Or that some leafes were torne out of the booke.
156.LCA.091  But 'tis not so: Fate did but vsher her
156.LCA.092  To yeares of Reasons vse, and then infer
156.LCA.093  Her destiny to her selfe; which liberty
156.LCA.094  She tooke but for thus much, thus much to die.
156.LCA.095  Her modesty not suffering her to bee
156.LCA.096  Fellow-Commissioner with destinee,
156.LCA.097  Shee did no more but die; if after her
156.LCA.098  Any shall liue, which dare true good prefer,
156.LCA.099  Euery such person is her delegate,
156.LCA.100  T'accomplish that which should haue beene her fate.
156.LCA.101  They shall make vp that booke, and shall haue thankes
156.LCA.102  Of fate and her, for filling vp their blanks.
156.LCA.103  For future vertuous deeds are Legacies,
156.LCA.104  Which from the gift of her example rise.
156.LCA.105  And 'tis in heau'n part of spirituall mirth,
156.LCA.106  To see how well, the good play her, on earth.
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