IDENTILIN$$ F008O16/ Eng. poet. e.14 (ff.30v-32)/TJS/mf/1-31-92/cor EWS/o/5-29-92
008.O16.HE1 D: Duns /Bracelett:
008.O16.001 Not y%5t%6 in Color it was like thy hayre
008.O16.002 For Armletts of y%5t%6, thow canst let me weare;
008.O16.003 Nor that thy hand it oft >embract< & kist
008.O16.004 Thowgh soe it had y%5t%6 good, y%5t%6 oft I mist;
008.O16.005 Nor for y%5t%6 silly, old, morality
008.O16.006 That as those Linkes are tyed, o%5r%6 Loves showld bee
008.O16.007 Mowrne I; y%5t%6 I thy seven fold chayne have lost
008.O16.008 Nor for y%5e%6 Luck sake; but y%5e%6 bitter Cost.
008.O16.009 Oh, shall 12 righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yet
008.O16.010 No leaven of vild Soulder did admitt
008.O16.011 Nor yet by any taint, or plague, have gone
008.O16.012 From y%5e%6 first state of theyr Creation;
008.O16.013 Angells, w%5ch%6 heaven co%Mmanded to provide
008.O16.014 All things for me, & be my faithfull Guide;
008.O16.015 To gayne new freynds, t'appease great Enemyes
008.O16.016 To comfort my Soule, when I lye, & rise:
008.O16.017 Shall these 12 Innocents, by thy severe
008.O16.018 Sentence, (dread Iudge) my Sinns great sentence \beare?
008.O16.019 Shall they be damn'd, & in y%5e%6 fornace throwne
008.O16.020 And punish'd for offences not theyr owne?
008.O16.021 They save not me, they doe not ease my Paynes
008.O16.022 When in y%5e%6->>y%5t%6< Hell th'are burnt, & tydd->>tyed< in chaynes:
008.O16.023 Were they but Crownes of %1France%2 I cared not
008.O16.024 For most of them, theyr naturall Cowntry rott
008.O16.025 I thinke possesseth; they come heere to vs
008.O16.026 So lame, so leane, so pale, so ruinous:
008.O16.027 And howsoe're French Kgs: most Christian be
008.O16.028 Theyr Crownes arre Circumcisd most %1Iewishly%2;
008.O16.029 Or were they spanish stampe still travelling
008.O16.030 That are become as Catholick as theyr kinge.
008.O16.031 Those vnlick't Beare-whelpes, vnfilde Pistoletts [f.31
008.O16.032 That, more then Co%Mmon Shott, avayles, or letts:
008.O16.033 W%5ch%6 negligently left vnrownded, lookes
008.O16.034 Like many angled figures in y%5e%6 Bookes
008.O16.035 Of some dread Coniurer; w%5ch%6 wold enforce
008.O16.036 Nature, as these doe Iustice, from her cowrse;
008.O16.037 W%5ch%6 as y%5e%6 Sowle quickens, head, feet & heart
008.O16.038 Or streames like vaynes, run throwgh th'Earths every part
008.O16.039 Visitt all Cowntryes >%^%5&%6< have slily made
008.O16.040 Gorgeous frances ragged, ruind & dea->>decayd<;
008.O16.041 %1Scotland%2, w%5ch%6 knew no state, prowd in one day
008.O16.042 And mangled seventeene-headed %1Belgia%2:
008.O16.043 Or were it such gold as y%5t%6, wherwithall
008.O16.044 Almighty Chimickes from each Minerall
008.O16.045 Having w%5th%6 subtile fire a sowle owt pul'd
008.O16.046 Are durtily & desperately gulld;
008.O16.047 I wold not spitt to quench y%5e%6 fire th'were in
008.O16.048 For they are guilty of much heinous sinne.
008.O16.049 But shall my harmeless Angells perish all?
008.O16.050 I loose my guard, my ease & eooe->>eke< my all:
008.O16.051 Much hope w%5ch%6 they did nourish wilbe dead
008.O16.052 Much of o%5r%6 able yowth & Lusty-head
008.O16.053 Will vanish, if thow love but them alone
008.O16.054 For thow wilt love me less when I am gone:
008.O16.055 Oh be content y%5t%6 some lowd-squeaking Cryer
008.O16.056 Well pleasd with one leane thred-bare groate for him->>hire(%1var%2: >%^%5hire%6<
008.O16.057 May like a Devill roare throwgh every streete
008.O16.058 And gall y%5e%6 finders conscience, if they meete:
008.O16.059 Or lett me creepe to some great Coniuror
008.O16.060 W%5ch%6 with fantastike Schemes full fills much pap%P
008.O16.061 W%5ch%6 hath divided heaven in Tenements
008.O16.062 And with Whores, Theeves, & Murderers, stufft his Rents
008.O16.063 So full; that thowgh he passe them all in Sinne [f. 31v
008.O16.064 He leaves himselfe no roome to enter in:
008.O16.065 And if (when all his Art & Time is spent)
008.O16.066 He say, 'twill nere' be fownd; Oh be content
008.O16.067 Receave y%5e%6 doome from him vngrudgin>%^%5g%6<ly
008.O16.068 Because he is y%5e%6 Mowth of Destiny:
008.O16.069 Thow say'st (alas) y%5e%6 Gold doth still remayne
008.O16.070 Thowgh it be chang'd & putt into a Chayne;
008.O16.071 So in those first ffallen Angells resteth still
008.O16.072 Wisdom & knowledge, but 'tis turnd to ill;
008.O16.073 All these showld doe good workes, & showld p%Pvide
008.O16.074 Necessaries; but now must nurse thy Pride;
008.O16.075 And they are still bad Angells, myne are none
008.O16.076 For forme gives being, & theyr forme is gone:
008.O16.077 Pitty these Angells, yet their dignityes
008.O16.078 Pass virtews, powers & Principialityes.
008.O16.079 But thow art resolute, thy wilbe done
008.O16.080 Yet with such anguish, (as her only sonne
008.O16.081 The mother in y%5e%6 hungry grave doth lay)
008.O16.082 Vnto y%5e%6 fire these Martirs I betray:
008.O16.083 Good Sowles! for yow give life to every thinge
008.O16.084 Good Angells! for good messages yow bringe:
008.O16.085 Destind yow might have beene to such a one
008.O16.086 As wold have lovd & worshipt yow alone;
008.O16.087 One w%5ch%6 wold suffer hunger, nakedness
008.O16.088 Yea Death, ere' he wold make y%5r%6 number less.
008.O16.089 But I am guilty of y%5r%6 sad decay
008.O16.090 May y%5r%6 few fellowes longer with me stay
008.O16.091 But Oh thow wretched finder, whom I hate
008.O16.092 So much; as I almost pitty thy Estate
008.O16.093 Gold being heaviest mettall amongst all
008.O16.094 May my most heavy Curse vpon thee fall
008.O16.095 Heere fetterd, manacled, & hangd in Chaynes [f.32
008.O16.096 First mayst thow be; then chaind in Hellish paynes;
008.O16.097 Or be w%5th%6 forreine gold brib'd to betray
008.O16.098 This->>Thy< Cowntry, & fayle both in y%5t%6, & pay:
008.O16.099 May y%5e%6 next thinge thow stoopest at, contayne
008.O16.100 Poison, whose nimble fume, may rott thy brayne;
008.O16.101 Or Libells, or some interdicted thinge
008.O16.102 W%5ch%6 negligently kept thy ruine bringe:
008.O16.103 Lust-bred diseases rott thee; & dwell w%5th%6 thee
008.O16.104 Itchy desires, but no ability:
008.O16.105 May all y%5e%6 hurt y%5t%6 gold hath ever wrowght
008.O16.106 All Mischeifes, w%5ch%6 all Devills ever thowght:
008.O16.107 Want after Plenty; poore & gowty age
008.O16.108 The plagues of Travailers; Love & Marriage
008.O16.109 Afflict thee; & at thy lives last Moment
008.O16.110 May thy swolne Sinns themselves to thee present;
008.O16.111 But I forgive; repent thow honest Man
008.O16.112 Gold is restorative, restore it than
008.O16.113 But if with it thow bee'st loth to depart
008.O16.114 Becawse tis Cordiall, wold t'were at thy Heart.|
008.O16.0SS [horizontal rule]
008.O16.0$$ %1HE in LM above l. 1; l. 49 ind 2sp; l. 63 hanging 
            indent 3sp; l. 89 ind 2sp; l. 95 hanging indent 1sp; ll. 111-4 
            ind. 2-3sp; capital S's difficult to determine in this ms; all 
            corrections/changes are scribal, though some are in darker ink; 
            large bracket in l. margin opp. ll. 1-2 looks like large left 
            paren.; in l. 3 something erased and %2embract%1 written in 
            w/different pen; 1st letter of l. 54 very dark; throughout this ms 
            the /ff/ and /ft/ combinations appear to have been retouched;%2 72 
            %1in LM is scribal numbering of poem; retouching is in dark ink, 
            though dark ink is sometimes part of poem, l. 63, & is scribal%2