IDENTILIN$$ File F008O20 Eng. poet E.99\ff.13-14b\GL\mf\P:EWS\o\6-1-92\C:JSC 008.O20.0HE %XElegie 008.O20.001 Not that in colour it was like thy Hayre 008.O20.002 For Armeletts of that, thou mayst lett mee weare, 008.O20.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd, and kiste, 008.O20.004 For soe it had the Good, w%5ch%6 oft I miste. 008.O20.005 Nor for the seely old Moralitye 008.O20.006 That as those linckes are tyed, our loues shold bee, 008.O20.007 Mourne I, that I thy seuen=fold chayne haue lost, 008.O20.008 Nor for the lucke sake, but the bitter Cost; 008.O20.009 Oh shall xii righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yett 008.O20.010 No leauen of vilde Solder did admitte, 008.O20.011 Nor yett by any falt haue stray'd, or gone 008.O20.012 From the first state of theyre Creation; 008.O20.013 Angells w%5ch%6 Heauen commanded to provide 008.O20.014 All thinges to mee, and bee my faythfull guide; 008.O20.015 To gayne new frindes, to appease greate Enimies, 008.O20.016 To comforte my Soule, when I lye or rize. 008.O20.017 Shall these xii Innocents by thy seueare 008.O20.018 Sentence (Dread Iudge) my Sins greate burden beare? 008.O20.019 Shall they be damn'd and in the furnace throwne? 008.O20.020 And punished for Offences not theyre owne? 008.O20.021 They saue not mee, they doe not ease my paynes, 008.O20.022 When in that Hell they are burnt, and tyed in Chaynes. 008.O20.023 Weare they but Crownes of France, I cared not 008.O20.024 For most of them theyre naturall country rott 008.O20.025 I thincke possesseth, they come here to Vs [CW:om] 008.O20.026 So leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinous. [13v] 008.O20.027 And howsoere French Kings most Christian bee, 008.O20.028 Theyre Crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly. 008.O20.029 Or were they Spanish stamps, still trauayling, 008.O20.030 That are become as Catholique as theyre King, 008.O20.031 Those vnlickd Bearewhelpes, vnfild Pistoletts, 008.O20.032 That more then Cannot shott avayles, or letts, 008.O20.033 W%5ch%6 negligently left vnrounded, looke 008.O20.034 Like many angled figures in the booke 008.O20.035 Of some greate Coniurer, w%5ch%6 wold enforce 008.O20.036 Nature, as these doe Iustice from her course 008.O20.037 W%5ch%6 as the Soule quickens head, feete, and hart 008.O20.038 As Streames, like veines runns through th'Earths euery Part. 008.O20.039 Visitt all Countryes, and haue slily made 008.O20.040 Gorgeous France ruind, ragged, and decayde. 008.O20.041 Scottland w%5ch%6 knew no State, Proud in One day 008.O20.042 And mangled Seauen-teene headed Belgia. 008.O20.043 Or weare it such Gold, as that wherew%5th%6all 008.O20.044 Allmightye Chemicks from each Minerall, 008.O20.045 Having by subtle fyre a Soule outpuld 008.O20.046 Are durtily, and desperately gul'd. 008.O20.047 I wold not spitt to quench the fyre, they weare in. 008.O20.048 For they are guilty of much heynous Sin. 008.O20.049 But shall my harmelesse Angells perish? Shall 008.O20.050 I loose my Guard, my Ease, my food, my All? 008.O20.051 Much hope, w%5ch%6 they shold nourish, wilbe dead [CW:om] 008.O20.052 Much of my able youth, and lustihead [14] 008.O20.053 Will vanishe; Yf thou loue, lett them alone 008.O20.054 For thou wilt loue lesse, when they are gone. 008.O20.055 Oh be Content, that some loude squeaking Cryer, 008.O20.056 Well pleasd w%5th%6 one leane thred-bare grote for hyre, 008.O20.057 May like a Devill rore through euery streete, 008.O20.058 And gall the finders Conscience, if they meete. 008.O20.059 Or lett mee creepe to some dread Coniurer 008.O20.060 W%5ch%6 w%5th%6 fantastique Scheames fullfills much paper. 008.O20.061 W%5ch%6 hath devided Heauen in Tenements, 008.O20.062 And w%5th%6 whores, theeues, and Murtherers stuft her rents 008.O20.063 So full, that though he passe them all in Sin, 008.O20.064 Hee leaues himselfe no roome to enter in. 008.O20.065 And if when all hys Art, and Time is spent, 008.O20.066 Hee say, t'will nere be found, oh be content. 008.O20.067 Receaue from him the doome vngrudgingly, 008.O20.068 Because he is the mouth of Destinye. 008.O20.069 Thou sayst, alas the Gold doth still remayne 008.O20.070 Though it bee changd, and put into a Chayne. 008.O20.071 So in the first faln Angells restesth still, 008.O20.072 Wisedome and knowledge, but tis turn'd to ill. 008.O20.073 As these shold doe good workes, and shold provide 008.O20.074 Necessityes, but now must nurse thy Pride. 008.O20.075 And they are still bad Angells, mine are none 008.O20.076 For forme giues beeing, and theyre forme is gone. 008.O20.077 Pitty these Angells, yett theyre dignityes [CW:om] 008.O20.078 Passe Virtues, Powers, and Principalityes. [14v] 008.O20.079 But thou art resolute; Thy will be done, 008.O20.080 Yett w%5th%6 such anguish, as her only Sonne 008.O20.081 The mother in the hungry graue doth lay, 008.O20.082 Vnto the fyre these Martyres I betraye. 008.O20.083 Good Soules, for you giue life to euery thinge, 008.O20.084 Good Angells, for good Messages you bringe. 008.O20.085 Destind you might haue bin to such a One, 008.O20.086 As would haue lou'd, and worshipt you alone. 008.O20.087 One w%5ch%6 would suffer hungar, Nakednes, 008.O20.088 Yea death, ere he wolde make your number lesse. 008.O20.089 But I am guilty of your sad decay. 008.O20.090 May your few fellowes longer w%5th%6 mee stay. 008.O20.091 But oh thou wretched finder, whom I hate 008.O20.092 So much, that I almost pitty thy State. 008.O20.093 Gold beeing the heauyest mettall amongst all, 008.O20.094 May my most heauy Curse vpon Thee fall; 008.O20.095 Here fetterd, manacl'd, and hang'd in Chaynes 008.O20.096 First mayst thou bee then chaynd in hellish paynes. 008.O20.097 Or be w%5th%6 forayne Gold, bribd to betraye 008.O20.098 Thy Country, and fayle both of that, and thy Pay. 008.O20.099 May the next thinge, thou stoopst to reach, contayne 008.O20.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moyst brayne. 008.O20.101 Or libells, or some interdicted thinge 008.O20.102 W%5ch%6 negligently kept, thy ruine bringe. 008.O20.103 Lustbread Diseases rott Thee, and dwell w%5th%6 Thee 008.O20.104 Itchye Desyre, and no Abilitye.[CW:om] 008.O20.105 May all the hurt, w%5ch%6 euer Gold hath wrought [f.14b] 008.O20.106 All mischeifes, w%5ch%6 all Devills euer thought. 008.O20.107 Want after Plentye, poore and Gowty Age, 008.O20.108 The Plagues of Trauaylers, Loue, and Maryadge, 008.O20.109 Afflict Thee, and at thy lifes latest moment 008.O20.110 May thy swolne Sinns themselues to Thee present. 008.O20.111 But I forgiue; Repent then honest Man 008.O20.112 Gold is Restorative, Restore yt than. 008.O20.113 Or if w%5th%6 yt thou beest loth to depart 008.O20.114 Because t'is Cordyall, wold t'weare at thy hart.| 008.O20.0SS [diagonal slash] 008.O20.0$$ %1Even ll. ind.%2; El. 12. p.81 %1in 2nd hand left of HE; modern foliation at bottom is 16-18%2