IDENTILIN$$ F008EE1|Eaton Estate ms.|f.[1-2]\JSC\x\7-29-96\GAS\10-28-96\x\cor:JSC 008.EE1.HE1 %XM%5r%6 Donne his Elegy, /%XVpon his Mistress Chayne. 008.EE1.001 Not that in colour it was like thy hayre, 008.EE1.002 For arm-letts of that, thou mayst let mee weare; 008.EE1.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embrac't, and kist, 008.EE1.004 For so it had that good, which oft I mist; 008.EE1.005 Nor for that silly old Morality, 008.EE1.006 That as these linkes are ty'de; our loues should bee; 008.EE1.007 Mourne I; that I thy seau'n fold Chayne haue lost 008.EE1.008 Nor for the luck-sake; but the bitter cost. 008.EE1.009 O shall twelue righteous Angells, which as yet, 008.EE1.010 No leuen of vilde Soder did admitt; 008.EE1.011 Nor yet by any taint haue strayde, or gon, 008.EE1.012 From the first state of theyr Creation: 008.EE1.013 Angells, which heauen com%Maunded to prouide 008.EE1.014 All things for mee, and bee my faithfull guide; 008.EE1.015 To gayn new friends, t'appease great Enemyes, 008.EE1.016 My soule to comfort, when I lye, or rise: 008.EE1.017 Shall th*** twelue In%Mocents, by thy s*uer* 008.EE1.018 Sentence, dread Iudge, My Sinnes great burthen bear. 008.EE1.019 Shall %Xbe%Ythey be damn'd, and in the furnace throe%Lone 008.EE1.020 And pun%Misht for Offences not theyr owne? 008.EE1.021 They saue not mee, they doe not ease my paynes, 008.EE1.022 When in that hell they'r burnt; and ty'de in Chay[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.023 Were they but Crownes of frau%Mce, I cared not, 008.EE1.024 For most of them theyr nat'urall country-rott, 008.EE1.025 I thinke, possesseth; they come here to vs 008.EE1.026 So leane, so lame, so pale, so ruinous: 008.EE1.027 That h****ere fre**h kings most Christian bee 008.EE1.028 Theyr Crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly. 008.EE1.029 Or were they Spanish stampes, still trauayling, 008.EE1.030 That are become as Catholique, as theyr King; 008.EE1.031 Those vn-lickt Beare-whelps, vnfy'lde pistolett* 008.EE1.032 Which more then Can%Mon-shott avayles, or letts; 008.EE1.033 Which negligently left vn-rounded, looke 008.EE1.034 Like many-angled figures, in the booke 008.EE1.035 Of some great Coniurer; that would enforce 008.EE1.036 Nature, as these do Iustice, from her course: 008.EE1.037om 008.EE1.038om 008.EE1.039om 008.EE1.040om 008.EE1.041om 008.EE1.042om 008.EE1.043 Or were it Gold, such as that wher-withall [1v] 008.EE1.044 Almighty Chimicks, from each Minerall, 008.EE1.045 Hauing by subtle fire a Soule outpull'd, 008.EE1.046 Are durtily, and desperatly gull'd: 008.EE1.047 I would not spitt, to quench the fire they were in, 008.EE1.048 For they are guilty of much haynous Sinn. 008.EE1.049 But shall my harmles Angells perish? shall 008.EE1.050 I loose my food, my ease, my guard, my all? 008.EE1.051 Much hope which they would nourish, will bee dead, 008.EE1.052 Much of my able youth, and hasty-head 008.EE1.053 Will vanish; if thou loue, let them alone, 008.EE1.054 For thou wilt loue mee less, when they are gone. 008.EE1.055 O%C bee content, that some loud-squeaking Cryer, 008.EE1.056 Well-pleas'd with one leane threed-bare groat, for hyre, 008.EE1.057 May like a Deuill, roare through eu'ry street: 008.EE1.058 %Y**#pull%Z>And gaue< the fynder's conscience, if they meet. 008.EE1.059 Or let mee creep to some %Y****%Z>dread< Coniurer, 008.EE1.060 That with fantastique Scenes fills much paper; 008.EE1.061 That hath diuided Heauen in%Y**%Z Tenements, 008.EE1.062 And with Whores, Theeues; and Murd'rers, stuft his rents 008.EE1.063 So full, that though hee pass them all in Sinn, 008.EE1.064 Hee leaues himself no roome to enter in. 008.EE1.065 And, if when all his Art; and time is spent, 008.EE1.066 Hee say, t'will ne're bee found, %Ybut%Z>O< bee content! 008.EE1.067 Receaue the doome from him vn-grudgingly, 008.EE1.068 Because hee is the mouth of Destiny. 008.EE1.069om 008.EE1.070om 008.EE1.071om 008.EE1.072om 008.EE1.073om 008.EE1.074om 008.EE1.075om 008.EE1.076om 008.EE1.077om 008.EE1.078om 008.EE1.079 But thou art re[%1damaged%2] [%1damaged%2] [%1damaged%2] be done. 008.EE1.080 Yet with such anguish, as her only sone 008.EE1.081 The Mother in the hungry graue doth lay, 008.EE1.082 Vnto the fire these Angells I betray. 008.EE1.083 Good Soules! for you giue life to eu'ry thing; 008.EE1.084 Good Angells! for good messages you bring; 008.EE1.085 Destin'd you might haue bene to such a one, 008.EE1.086 As would haue lou'd, and worshipt you alone; 008.EE1.087 That would have sufferd hunger, nakednes, [2] 008.EE1.088 Yea Death, rather then make your number [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.089 But I am guilty of your sad Decay, 008.EE1.090 May your few fellows, longer with mee stay! 008.EE1.091 But, o%C thou wretched fynder, whom I hate 008.EE1.092 So much, I almost pitty thy estate. 008.EE1.093 Gold, being the *eav'yest mettall, amongst a[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.094 May my most heavy Curse, vpon thee fall! 008.EE1.095 Here fett'red, manacled, and hang'd in chayne[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.096 First mayst thou bee, then chayn'd to hellish p[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.097 Or bee with forreigne gold brib'd, to betray 008.EE1.098 Thy Country, and fayle both of that, and thy pay 008.EE1.099 May the next thing thou stoop'st to reach, contayn 008.EE1.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume, rott thy moyst brayn 008.EE1.101 Or libells, or some inter-dicted thing, 008.EE1.102 To-negligently kept, thy ruine bring; 008.EE1.103 Lust [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.104 Itchy [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.105 May [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.106 All m[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.107 Wan[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.108 The p[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.109 Affli[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.110 May [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.111 But [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.112 Gold [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.113 [%1missing%2] 008.EE1.114 Because t'is Cordiall, would t'were at thy Ha[%1missing%2] 008.EE1.0SS Io: Done 008.EE1.0$$ %1No ind; poem inscribed as continuous sequence of ll.%2