IDENTILIN$$ F008.O02/ElBrac Ashmole 36-37 (f. 61v)/ TJS/mf/11-25-91/cor EWS/o/5-30-92 008.O02.HE1 The Chayne 008.O02.001 Not that in colour it was like thy haire 008.O02.002 ffor armelettes, of y%5t%6 thow mightes lett me weare 008.O02.003 Nor that thy hand it ofte imbrac'd & kist 008.O02.004 ffor soe it had the good which ofte I miste 008.O02.005 Nor for that silly old morrality 008.O02.006 That as these luckes were built our loue should be 008.O02.007 Mourne I That I thy seauenfold chayne hade loste. 008.O02.008 Nor for the linke sake But the bitter coste 008.O02.009 Oh shall twelue %Yangels%Z righteous angels which as yet 008.O02.010 Noe leuen of vild sodder did Admitt, 008.O02.011 Nor yet be->>by< any fault, haue straid or gon, 008.O02.012 from the first state of their creation 008.O02.013 Angels which heauen co%Mmannded to prouide 008.O02.014 All thinges to me to be my faithfull guild->>guide< 008.O02.015 To gaine new frendes to appease great enemies, 008.O02.016 to comfort my soule where I lie or rise 008.O02.017 Shall these 12 innocentes by thy seuere 008.O02.018 Sentence hard iudge) my sinnes gret burthen beare 008.O02.019 Shall they be damned & in the furnace throwne 008.O02.020 And punisht for offences not their owne 008.O02.021 They saue not me they do not ease my paines, 008.O02.022 While y%5t%6 in hell theyre burnt & tied in chaines 008.O02.023 wh->Were they but crownes of ffraunce I cared not 008.O02.024 ffor most of these their naturall cuntries rott 008.O02.025 I think possesseth; they come here to vs 008.O02.026 So pale so lame so leane so ruinous 008.O02.027 And howsoere ffrench kinges most Christian be 008.O02.028 Their crownes are circu%Mcised most Iewishly 008.O02.029 Or were they Spanish stampe still treuailinge 008.O02.030 That are becom'd as catholike as their king 008.O02.031 Whose vnlickt Barewhelpes vnfilde Pistolls 008.O02.032 That more then como%M shott auailes & lettes 008.O02.033 That negligently lefte vnrounded looke 008.O02.034 Like many Angled figures in the booke 008.O02.035 Of somme greate coniurer that would enforce 008.O02.036 Nature as these do Iustice from hir course 008.O02.037 That like the sowle runne through out >%^%5head%6< feet & hart 008.O02.038 As stremes like vaines run throughout earths eu%5r%6y p%Pte 008.O02.039 Visitt all Cuntries & haue slily made 008.O02.040 Gorgious ffraunce so ruined ragged & decaied 008.O02.041 Scotland (that knew no state) proud in one day 008.O02.042 And mangled seauen headed Belgia 008.O02.043 Or weare it such Gould as that wherwith all 008.O02.044 Almighty Chimistes from each Mynerall 008.O02.045 Haueing by subtill fire a soule out-pulde 008.O02.046 Are durtely & desperately guld 008.O02.047 I woult not spitt to quench the fire there in 008.O02.048 ffor they are guilty of much haynous sinne 008.O02.049 But shall my harmelesse angels perishe; shall 008.O02.050 I loose my gard my life my ease my all 008.O02.051 Much that they should nourishe wilbe dead 008.O02.052 Much of my able youth & liuely head 008.O02.053 Will vanishe; If thow love let that->>thay< alone 008.O02.054 ffor thow wilt love me lesse when they are gon 008.O02.055 Oh be content that some loud squeaking crier 008.O02.056 Well pleas'd w%5th%6 one leane thredbare groat for hire 008.O02.057 May like a Deuill roare through euery streete 008.O02.058 And gall the finders conscience if they meete 008.O02.059 Or let me crye to some dread Coniurer 008.O02.060 That with fantasticke scheames fulfilles much paper 008.O02.061 That hath deuided heauen in tenem%5tes%6, 008.O02.062 And with whores theeues & Murderers stuft his Rentes 008.O02.063 Soe full that (though he passe them all in sinne 008.O02.064 he leaues himselfe no roome to enter in 008.O02.065 And if when all his art & thine is spent 008.O02.066 He say twill nere be found yet be content 008.O02.067 Receiue from him that Doome vngrudgingly 008.O02.068 Because he is the mouth of destinie 008.O02.069 Thow sayest (alas) that Gould doth still remaine 008.O02.070 Though it be changed & turned into a chaine 008.O02.071 Soe in the first fall in Angells rested still 008.O02.072 Wisdome & knowledge but tis turned to ill 008.O02.073 As these should doe good workes & should p%Puide, 008.O02.074 Necessities But now must nurse thy pride 008.O02.075om 008.O02.076om 008.O02.077 Pittie these angells yet their dignities 008.O02.078 Passe virtues powers & Principallities 008.O02.079 But thow art Resolute; thy wilbe done 008.O02.080 Yet w%5th%6 such anguish as her only sonne 008.O02.081 The mother in the hongry graue doth lay 008.O02.082 Vnto the fire theise Martirs I betray 008.O02.083 Good soules: for yow giue life to euery thing 008.O02.084 Good angeles: for good messages yow bringe 008.O02.085 Destined yow might haue bin to such a one 008.O02.086 That would haue loved & Worshipt yow alone 008.O02.087 One y%5t%6 would suffer hunger nakednesse 008.O02.088 Yea Death ere he would make yo%5r%6 number lesse 008.O02.089 but I am guilty of yo%5r%6 sad decay 008.O02.090 May your fewe fellowes longer with me staye 008.O02.091 But (oh thow wretched finder) whom I hate 008.O02.092 Soe, that I allmost pittie thy estate 008.O02.093 Gold being the heuiest mettall amonge all 008.O02.094 May my most heauy curse vpon the fall 008.O02.095 Heere fettered, manacled & tied in chaines 008.O02.096 ffirst maist thow be then tide in hellish paines 008.O02.097 Or be with fforraine gold bribde to betray 008.O02.098 Thy country & faile both of that & paye 008.O02.099 May the first thinges thow stoopest to reach containe 008.O02.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moist braine 008.O02.101 Or Libelles or some interdicted thing 008.O02.102 w%5ch%6 negligently kept thy Ruine bringe 008.O02.103 Lust bred diseases rott thee & dwell with thee 008.O02.104 Itches desire & noe Abilitie 008.O02.105 May all the euilles that gold euer wrought 008.O02.106 All mischefes that all Deuilles euer thought 008.O02.107 Want after Plentie; poore & gowtie age 008.O02.108 The plague of Trauailers, Love, mariage, 008.O02.109 Afflict thee & att thy liues last moment 008.O02.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to the present 008.O02.111 But I forgiue, Repente, thee honest man 008.O02.112 Gold is restoratiue restore it then 008.O02.113 But if from it thow beest lothe to parte->>departe< 008.O02.114 Because t'is cordiall I would twere att thy hart 008.O02.0SS I. Done [right of HE] 008.O02.0$$ %1left of HE is%2 no. 75. %1in a second hand and different ink, 76 is on recto; lines 1-8, 11-114 written two lines on the line with first letter of even lines capitalized (w/very few exceptions); lines 9-10 written separately on each line & both indented; line 111 ind; line 113 "de" squeezed in between%2 to parte %1; this ms a miscellany written in several hands; f. 39 has 1622 written at top; poems are numbered but this poem is out of order; see first printout for additional information%2