IDENTILIN$$ F00800E 1650, Yale, pp.85-8\EWS\mf\4-9-85\ASCII file JSC 10-5-95\P-Cor.\JSC\mf(L)\10-9-95 008.00E.0HE %XE%9leg%0. IV. /%X%1Vpon the losse of his Mistresses Chaine, for /%Xwhich he made satisfaction%2. 008.00E.001 N%+Ot that in colour it was like thy haire, 008.00E.002 For Armelets of that thou maist let me weare: 008.00E.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd and kist, 008.00E.004 For so it had that good, which oft I mist: 008.00E.005 Nor for that silly old morality, 008.00E.006 That as these linkes were knit, our love should be: 008.00E.007 Mourne I that I thy seavenfold chaine have lost: 008.00E.008 Nor for the luck sake; but the bitter cost. 008.00E.009 O, shall twelve righteous Angels, which as yet 008.00E.010 No leaven of vile soder did admit: 008.00E.011 Nor yet by any way have straid or gone 008.00E.012 From the first state of their Creation: 008.00E.013 Angels, which heaven commanded to provide 008.00E.014 All things to me, and be my faithfull guide: 008.00E.015 To gaine new friends, t'appease great enemies: 008.00E.016 To comfort my soule, when I lie or rise. 008.00E.017 Shall these twelve innocents, by thy severe 008.00E.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my sins great burden beare? 008.00E.019 Shall they be damn'd, and in the furnace thrown, [CW:And] 008.00E.020 And punisht for offences not their own? [p.86] 008.00E.021 They save not me, they doe not ease my paines, 008.00E.022 When in that hell they'are burnt & tyed in chains: 008.00E.023 Were they but Crownes of France, I cared not, 008.00E.024 For, most of these, their Countreys naturall rot 008.00E.025 I thinke possesseth, they come here to us, 008.00E.026 So pale, so lame, so leane, so ruinous. 008.00E.027 And howsoe'r French Kings most Christian be, 008.00E.028 Their Crownes are circumcis'd most Jewishly; 008.00E.029 Or were they Spanish Stamps, still travelling, 008.00E.030 That are become as Catholique as their King, 008.00E.031 Those unlickt beare-whelps, unfil'd pistolets 008.00E.032 That (more than Cannon shot) availes or lets; 008.00E.033 Which negligently left unrounded, looke 008.00E.034 Like many angled figures, in the booke 008.00E.035 Of some great Conjurer that would enforce 008.00E.036 Nature, as these doe justice, from her course. 008.00E.037 Which, as the soule quickens head, feet, and heart, 008.00E.038 As streames like veines, run through th'earth's every /(part, 008.00E.039 Visit all Countries, and have slily made 008.00E.040 Gorgeous %1France%2, ruin'd: ragged and decay'd, 008.00E.041 %1Scotland%2, which knew no State, proud in one day: 008.00E.042 And mangled seventeen-headed %1Belgia%2: 008.00E.043 Or were it such gold as that wherewithall 008.00E.044 Almighty %1Chymiques%2 from each minerall, 008.00E.045 Having by subtle fire a soule out-pull'd; 008.00E.046 Are dirtily and desperately gull'd: 008.00E.047 I would not spit to quench the fire they'are in, 008.00E.048 For, they are guilty of much hainous Sin. 008.00E.049 But, shall my harmlesse angels perish? Shall 008.00E.050 I lose my guard, my ease, my food, my all? 008.00E.051 Much hope which they should nourish will be dead. [CW:Much] 008.00E.052 Much of my able youth, and lusty head [p.87] 008.00E.053 Will vanish, if thou Love let them alone, 008.00E.054 For thou wilt love me lesse when they are gone, 008.00E.055 And be content that some lowd squeaking Cryer 008.00E.056 Well pleas'd with one leane thred-bare groat, for /(hire, 008.00E.057 May like a devill roare through every street; 008.00E.058 And gall the finders conscience, if he meet. 008.00E.059 Or let me creep to some dread Conjurer, 008.00E.060 That with phantastique scenes fils full much paper: 008.00E.061 Which hath divided heaven in tenements, 008.00E.062 And with whores, theeves, and murderers stuft his /(rents 008.00E.063 So full, that though he passe them all in sin, 008.00E.064 He leaves himselfe no roome to enter in. 008.00E.065 But if, when all his art and time is spent, 008.00E.066 He say 'twill ne'r be found; yet be content; 008.00E.067 Receive from him that doome ungrudgingly, 008.00E.068 Because he is the mouth of destiny. 008.00E.069 Thou say'st (alas) the gold doth still remaine, 008.00E.070 Though it be chang'd and put into a chaine, 008.00E.071 So in the first falne angels, resteth still 008.00E.072 Wisdome and knowledge: but 'tis turn'd to ill: 008.00E.073 As these should do good works: and should provide 008.00E.074 Necessities: but now must nurse thy pride, 008.00E.075 And they are still bad angels: Mine are none: 008.00E.076 For forme gives being: and their forme is gone: 008.00E.077 Pity these Angels yet: their dignities 008.00E.078 Passe Vertues, Powers, and Principalities. 008.00E.079 But, thou art resolute: Thy will be done: 008.00E.080 Yet with such anguish, as her onely sonne 008.00E.081 The Mother in the hungry grave doth lay, 008.00E.082 Vnto the fire these Martyrs I betray. 008.00E.083 Good soules, (for you give life to every thing) [CW:Good] 008.00E.084 Good Angels, (for good messages you bring) [p.88] 008.00E.085 Destin'd you might have been to such an one, 008.00E.086 As would have lov'd and worship'd you alone: 008.00E.087 One that would suffer hunger, nakednesse, 008.00E.088 Yea death, ere he would make your number lesse. 008.00E.089 But I am guilty of your sad decay: 008.00E.090 May your few-fellowes longer with me stay. 008.00E.091 But o%C thou wretched finder whom I hate 008.00E.092 So, that I almost pity thy estate, 008.00E.093 Gold being the heaviest metall amongst all: 008.00E.094 May my most heavy curse upon thee fall: 008.00E.095 Here fetter'd, manacled, and hang'd in chains, 008.00E.096 First mayst thou be; then chaind to hellish paines: 008.00E.097 Or be with forraine gold brib'd to betray 008.00E.098 Thy Countrey, and faile both of it and thy pay. 008.00E.099 May the next thing thou stoop'st to reach, containe 008.00E.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rot thy moist braine[: in CtY mf] 008.00E.101 Or libels, or some interdicted thing, 008.00E.102 Which negligently kept, thy ruine bring. 008.00E.103 Lust-bred diseases rot thee: and dwell with thee 008.00E.104 Itching desire, and no abilitie. 008.00E.105 May all the evils that gold ever wrought; 008.00E.106 All mischiefe that all devils ever thought: 008.00E.107 Want after plenty: poore and gouty age: 008.00E.108 The plagues of travellers: love: marriage 008.00E.109 Afflict thee, and at thy lives last moment, 008.00E.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselves to thee present: 008.00E.111 But, I forgive: repent thee honest man: 008.00E.112 Gold is Restorative, restore it than: 008.00E.113 But if from it thou beest loath to depart, 008.00E.114 Because 'tis cordiall, would 'twere at thy heart. 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