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008.WN1.HE1 %XElegie.
008.WN1.001 Not that in colour it seemd like thy haire.
008.WN1.002 For Armletts of that thou maist lett mee weare;
008.WN1.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embract, and kist,
008.WN1.004 For soe it had that good which oft I mist.
008.WN1.005 Nor for that sylly old Moralitie
008.WN1.006 That as those links are tide, or loues should bee
008.WN1.007 Mourne I, that I thy seauen fold chaine haue lost,
008.WN1.008 Nor for the lucks sake, but the bitter cost.
008.WN1.009 Oh shall twelue righteous Angells which as yett,
008.WN1.010 No leuen of vile Soder did admitt,
008.WN1.011 Nor yet by any fault haue straid, or gone
008.WN1.012 From the first state of their creation
008.WN1.013 Angells which heauen commanded to prouide,
008.WN1.014 All things to mee, and bee my faythfull guide;
008.WN1.015 To gaine new friends to appease great Enimies
008.WN1.016 To comfort my Soule, when I lie or rise
008.WN1.017 Shall thes twelue Innocents by thy severe
008.WN1.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my sins great burthen beare
008.WN1.019 Shall they bee damd, and in the furnace throwne,
008.WN1.020 And punished for offences not their owne?
008.WN1.021 They saue not mee they doe not ease my paines
008.WN1.022 When in that hell they are burnt, and tied in chaines
008.WN1.023 Were they but crownes of France I cared not
008.WN1.024 For most of them their naturall country rot
008.WN1.025 I thinke possesseth; they come heere to vs
008.WN1.026 So leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinous:
008.WN1.027 And howsoere French kyngs most Christian bee [CW: their]
008.WN1.028 Their crownes are circumcisd most Iewishlye. [p. 33
008.WN1.029 Or were they Spanish stamps still trauellinge
008.WN1.030 That are become as Catholique as their kinge,
008.WN1.031 Those vnlickt beare=whelps, vnfilld Pistoletts
008.WN1.032 That more then Cannon shott availes or lets,
008.WN1.033 Which negligently lest->>left< vnrounded, looke
008.WN1.034 Like many angled figures in the booke
008.WN1.035 Of some great Coniurer, which would inforce
008.WN1.036 Nature, as thes doe iustice, from her course;
008.WN1.037 Which as the Soule quickens head, feete, and hart.
008.WN1.038 As streames like veins rvns through the Earths every part
008.WN1.039 Visit all countries, and haue slily made
008.WN1.040 Gorgious France ruind, ragged, and decaid;
008.WN1.041 Countries which knew no state proud in one daie
008.WN1.042 And mangled seaventeene headed Belgia:
008.WN1.043 Or were it such gold as that, wherewithall,
008.WN1.044 Almightie Chimicks from each minerall
008.WN1.045 Havinge by subtile fire a Soule out-puld
008.WN1.046 Are durtilye, and desperately guld;
008.WN1.047 I would not Spitt to quench the fire they were in
008.WN1.048 For they are guiltie of much hainous Sine.
008.WN1.049 But shall my harmless Angells perish? shall
008.WN1.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my foode, my all?
008.WN1.051 Much hope which they should nowrish will bee dead
008.WN1.052 Mvch of my able youth, and lustie=head
008.WN1.053 Will vamsh->>vanish<; if thou loue let them alone
008.WN1.054 For thou wilt loue mee less when they are gone,
008.WN1.055 Oh bee content that some lowd squeaking Crier
008.WN1.056 Well pleasd with one leane thredbare groat for hire
008.WN1.057 May like a Deuill rore through euery streete,
008.WN1.058 And gall the finders concience if they meete: [CW: Or]
008.WN1.059 Or let mee creepe to some dead Coniurer, [p. 39
008.WN1.060 Which with fantastique Scheames fulfills much paper
008.WN1.061 Which hath deuided heauen in Tenements,
008.WN1.062 And with whores, theeues, and mvrtherers stuff their rents
008.WN1.063 Soe full, that though hee passe them all in Sin,
008.WN1.064 Hee leaues himselfe noe roome to enter in.
008.WN1.065 And if when all his art, and time is spent,
008.WN1.066 Hee say twill nere bee found, oh bee content.
008.WN1.067 Receaue from him the doome vngrudgingly,
008.WN1.068 By cause hee is the mouth of Destinye.
008.WN1.069 Thou saiest alas the gold doth still remaine 
008.WN1.070 Though it bee changd, and put into a chaine;
008.WN1.071 Soe in the first falne Angells resteth still
008.WN1.072 Wisdome and knowledge, but tis turnd to ill.
008.WN1.073 As thes should doe good workes, and should prouide
008.WN1.074 Necessities, but now mvst nvrse thy Pride;
008.WN1.075 And they are still bad Angells, myne are none;
008.WN1.076 For forme giues beinge and their forme is gone
008.WN1.077 Pittie thes Angells, yet their dignities
008.WN1.078 Passe vertues, powers, and principalities
008.WN1.079 But thou art resolute; thy will bee done
008.WN1.080 Yet with such anguish, as her only sonne
008.WN1.081 The Mother in the hungrie graue doth laie
008.WN1.082 Vnto the fire those Martyres I betraie.
008.WN1.083 Good Soules, for yow giue life to euery thinge;
008.WN1.084 Good Angells, for good messages yow bringe,
008.WN1.085 Destind yow might haue been to such a one
008.WN1.086 As would haue loud, and worshipt yow alone
008.WN1.087 One which would suffer hvnger, nakednesse,
008.WN1.088 Yea death ere hee woulde make yow nvmberlesse.
008.WN1.089 But I am guiltie of your sad decaie
008.WN1.090 May your few fellowes longer with mee staie
008.WN1.091 But oh thou wretched finder, whome I hate [p. 35
008.WN1.092 Soe mvch that I allmoste pittie thy State,
008.WN1.093 Gould beinge the heauiest mettall amongst all,
008.WN1.094 May my most heauie curse vppon thee fall.
008.WN1.095 Here fetterd Manacled, and hangd in chaines
008.WN1.096 First maiest thou bee, then chaind in hellish paines,
008.WN1.097 Or bee with forraine gold, bribd to betraie
008.WN1.098 Thy Countrie, and faile, both, of that, and thy paie
008.WN1.099 May the next thinge thou stoopst to reach, containe
008.WN1.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rot thy moyst braine.
008.WN1.101 Or libells, or some interdicted thinge,
008.WN1.102 Which negligently kept, thy ruine bringe.
008.WN1.103 Lust=bred diseases rott thee, and dwell with thee
008.WN1.104 Itchy desire and noe abilitie.
008.WN1.105 May all the hurt which ever gold hath wrought,
008.WN1.106 All mischeifes which all deuills ever thought,
008.WN1.107 Want after plentie, poore, and gowtie age,
008.WN1.108 The plaugues of trauellours, loue, and mariage
008.WN1.109 Afflict thee; And at thy lifes latest moment,
008.WN1.110 May thy swolne Sins them selues to thee present;
008.WN1.111 But I forgiue. Repent then honest man;
008.WN1.112 Gould is restoratiue restore it than;
008.WN1.113 Or if with it thou beest loath to depart
008.WN1.114 Becawse tis cordiall, would twere at thy hart.|.
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