IDENTILIN$$ F156O17|FunEl|MS Eng.poet. e.37|pp. 69-71 156.O17.HE The Funerall Elegie Vppon y%5e%6 /death of M:%5rs%6 Elizabeth Drury. 156.O17.001 Ti's lost, to trust a tombe, w%5th%6 such a ghest, 156.O17.002 Or to confine hir in a marble chest. 156.O17.003 Alas what's Marble, Jeat, or Porphiry 156.O17.004 Priz'd with the Chrysolite of either eye, 156.O17.005 or with those pearles & Rubeies w%5ch%6 she was? 156.O17.006 Joyne the two Indeies in one tombe, tis' glasse; 156.O17.007 And soe is all to hir materialls 156.O17.008 Though every inche were ten escurials. 156.O17.009 Yet shee's demolished: Can we keepe hir then 156.O17.010 In works of hands, or of the witts of men? 156.O17.011 Can these memorialls, raggs of paper giue 156.O17.012 Life to that name, by which name they must liue? 156.O17.013 Sickly, alas, shortliu'd aborted bee 156.O17.014 Those Carkas verses, whose soule is not shee. 156.O17.015 And can she who no longer would be shee 156.O17.016 Beinge *#such a tabernacle, stoope to %Xde%Y#bee 156.O17.017 In paper wrapt; Or when she would not lie 156.O17.018 In such a house, dwell in a Elegie? 156.O17.019 But tis' no matter we may well allow 156.O17.020 Verse to liue soe longe as the world will now 156.O17.021 For her death wounded it. The world contayns 156.O17.022 Princes for armes, & counsailors for braynes 156.O17.023 Lawyers for tongues, Diuines for harts, & more 156.O17.024 The rich for stomacks%>>stomachs<, & for backes the Pore; 156.O17.025 The officers for hands, Merchants for feete 156.O17.026 By w%5ch%6 remote & distant countryes meete. 156.O17.027 But those fine spiritts which doe tune & sett 156.O17.028 This Organ, are those peeces w%5ch%6 begett 156.O17.029 Wonder & Love; And these were shee; & shee 156.O17.030 Beinge spent, the world must needs decrepit be 156.O17.031 For since death will p%Pceede to tryumph still 156.O17.032 He can finde nothinge after her to kill 156.O17.033 Except the world it selfe, soe greate as she 156.O17.034 Thus braue & confident may nature bee 156.O17.035 Death cannot giue hir such annother blow 156.O17.036 Because she cannot such annother show. 156.O17.037 But must we say shee's dead? Mayt not be sayd 156.O17.038 That as a sundred clocke is peecemeale layd 156.O17.039 Not to be lost, but by the makers hand 156.O17.040 Repolished, w%5th%6out error then to stand, 156.O17.041 Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs 156.O17.042 It selfe into the earth & after comes 156.O17.043 (Haueinge first made a naturall bridge to passe 156.O17.044 For many leag**s%>>leagues<,) farr greater then it was 156.O17.045 May't not be sayd that her grave shall restore 156.O17.046 Her, greater, purer, firmer, then before? 156.O17.047 Heaven may say this & ioy in't: But can wee 156.O17.048 Who live, & lack her, here this vantage see? 156.O17.049 What is't to vs, alas, if there haue beene 156.O17.050 An Angell made a Throne or Cherubin? 156.O17.051 We lose by't: And as aged men are glad 156.O17.052 Beinge tastlesse growne, to ioy in ioyes they had 156.O17.053 So now the sick staru'd world must feed vppon 156.O17.054 This ioy that we had her, who now is gone. 156.O17.055 Reioyce then nature & this world that you 156.O17.056 Feareinge the last fyers hastning to subdew 156.O17.057 Yo%5r%6 force & vigor ere it were nere gone 156.O17.058 Wisely bestow'd & layd it all on one. 156.O17.059 One whose cleare body was so pure & thin 156.O17.060 Because it need disguise no thought w%5th%6in 156.O17.061 T'was but a through#light scarfe hir minde t'en*%>>rTemples build%>built, Saynts emulate 156.O17.066 To which of them it shalbe, consecrate, 156.O17.067 But as when Heaven looks on vs with new eyes 156.O17.068 Those new starrs every Artist exercise, 156.O17.069 What place they should assigne to them they doubt. 156.O17.070 Argue, & agree not, till those starrs goe out: 156.O17.071 Soe the world studied whose this peece should bee 156.O17.072 Till she can be no bodies else, nor shee: 156.O17.073 But like a lampe of Balsamum, desir'd 156.O17.074 Rather to adorne, then last, she soone expir'd; 156.O17.075 Clothed in her Virgin white integrety; 156.O17.076 %1For mariage though it doth not stayne, doth dye.%2 156.O17.077 To escape the infirmities w%5ch%6 wayte vpone 156.O17.078 Woman, she went a way, before she was one. 156.O17.079 And the worlds busie noyse to overcome, 156.O17.080 Tooke so much death as seru'd for %1Opium%2. 156.O17.081 For though she could not nor could chuse to dye 156.O17.082 Shee'ath yeelded to too longe an Extasie. 156.O17.083 He w%5ch%6 not knowinge hir sayd Historye 156.O17.084 Should come to reade the booke of Destanye 156.O17.085 How faire & chast humble & high shee'ad beene 156.O17.086 Much promis'd, much perfourm'd, at not fifteene, 156.O17.087 And measureinge future things by things before 156.O17.088 should tourne the leafe to read & read no more 156.O17.089 Would thinke that either destanye mastooke%>>mistooke<, 156.O17.090 Or that some leaves were torne out of y%5e%6 booke 156.O17.091 But 'tis not so: Fate did but vsher hir 156.O17.092 To yeres of Reasons vse, & then infer 156.O17.093 Her destinie to hir selfe; which liberty 156.O17.094 Shee tooke but for thus much: thus much to dye 156.O17.095 Her modestie not sufferinge her to bee 156.O17.096 Fellow#commissioner w%5th%6 Destinee 156.O17.097 Shee did no more but dye; if after her 156.O17.098 And%>>Any< shall live; which dare trew good prefer 156.O17.099 Every such person is her Delegate 156.O17.100 To'accomplish that w%5ch%6 should haue bene her fate. 156.O17.101 They shall make vp that booke & shall haue thanks 156.O17.102 Of Fate & her, for fillinge vp their blanks. 156.O17.103 For future vertuous deeds are Legacies. 156.O17.104 Which from the guift of hir example rise 156.O17.105 And t'is in Heaven part of spirituall mirth 156.O17.106 To see how well, the good play her on earth. 156.O17.0SS J. 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