IDENTILIN$$ F113Y02|RWThird|King ms. (b114)|pp. 217-20\KJH\mf\6-12-94\P:EWS\o\1-23-01\C:JMK\2-6-01;JSC\3-7-01
113.Y02.HE1om
113.Y02.001 Like one who in her third widdowhoode doth profess
113.Y02.002 her selfe a Nun tied to her retyredness
113.Y02.003 So affects my Muse now, a chast holiness. [CW:Since]
113.Y02.004 Since she to few, yet to too many hath showen [p.218]
113.Y02.005 how lous songe weedes, & Satyrique Thornes are growen
113.Y02.006 where seedes of better Arts were earlie sowen.
113.Y02.007 Then to vse loue & poetry to me
113.Y02.008 betroth'd to no one arte, be no Adulterie
113.Y02.009 omissions of good, as ill, as ill deedes bee.
113.Y02.010 for thought to vs seemes but light & thin
113.Y02.011 yet in thos faithfull scales where god throwes in
113.Y02.012 mens workes, vanitie waighes as much as sin.
113.Y02.013 If our soules haue staynd theirs first white, yet we
113.Y02.014 may cloth w%5th%6 them faith & deere integritie
113.Y02.015 w%5ch%6 god imputes to natiue puritie. [CW:There]
113.Y02.016 There is no virtue but religion [p.219]
113.Y02.017 wise, sober, valiant iust are names w%5ch%6 none
113.Y02.018 want, who not vice couering discretion
113.Y02.019 Seeke we then our selues, for as
113.Y02.020 Men force y%5e%6 sunn w%5th%6 much more force to pass
113.Y02.021 by gathering his beames w%5th%6 a christall glass.
113.Y02.022 So we, if we into our selues will turne
113.Y02.023 blowing out sparkes of virtue, may out burne
113.Y02.024 y%5e%6 straw w%5ch%6 doth aboute our harts soiorne.
113.Y02.025 you know phisitians when they would infuse
113.Y02.026 Into an other life the soule of Simples vse
113.Y02.027 Places where they may lie still want to chuse. [CW:om]
113.Y02.028 So workes retier>%Vd<nes into vs to roame [p.220]
113.Y02.029 giddilie, & be euery where but att home
113.Y02.030 Such freedome doth a banisht man become.
113.Y02.031 We are but farmers of ourselues, yett may
113.Y02.032 if we can stocke ourselues & thriue, vplay
113.Y02.033 much, much deare treasure, for y%5e%6 great Rent day.
113.Y02.034 Manure thy selfe then & to thy selfe b'approud
113.Y02.035 and w%5th%6 vaine outward thinks[sic] be no more mou'd
113.Y02.036 But know y%5t%6 I loue thee & would be belou'd.
113.Y02.0SS finis [4 horizontal lines] [CW:A Storme]
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