IDENTILIN$$  File F010H080  Harvard, Eng. 966.7\ff 85r-86r\M:G.L.\mf\P:TLP\o\5-13-92\C:JSC
010.H08.0HE  ELEGIE. 2%5a%6. I. D.
010.H08.001  Once, & but once found in thy company
010.H08.002  All thy supposed scapes are layd on mee,
010.H08.003  And as a theife at barr is questiond there
010.H08.004  By all the men that haue bin robd that yeare,
010.H08.005  So am I (by this trayterous meanes surpriz'd)
010.H08.006  By thy Hydroptick father catechiz'd.
010.H08.007  Though hee had wont to search w%5th%6 glazed eyes
010.H08.008  As though hee came to kill a Cocatrice,
010.H08.009  Though hee haue oft sworne y%5t%6 he would remoue
010.H08.010  Thy beauteous beauty, & food of our loue
010.H08.011  Hope of his goods (if I w%5th%6 thee were seene)
010.H08.012  Yet close & secrett as our soules w'haue beene.
010.H08.013  Though thy immortall mother (w%5ch%6 doth lye
010.H08.014  Still buryed in her bedd, yet will not dye)
010.H08.015  Take this aduantage to sleepe out day-light,
010.H08.016  And watch thy entryes & returnes at night;
010.H08.017  And when shee takes thy hand, & would seeme kinde
010.H08.018  Doth search w.%5t%6 rings & armeletts shee can finde,
010.H08.019  And kissing notes the colour of thy face,
010.H08.020  And feareing least th'art swolne doth thee imbrace,
010.H08.021  And to try if thou long doth name strange meates
010.H08.022  And notes thy palenes, blushing, sighes & sweates,
010.H08.023  And politickly will to thee confesse
010.H08.024  The sinns of her owne youthes rank lustinesse;
010.H08.025  Yet loue these sorceryes did remoue, & moue
010.H08.026  Thee to gull thyne owne mother for my loue; [CW:om]
010.H08.027  Thy little brethren, (w%5ch%6 like fairy sprights [85v]
010.H08.028  Oft slipt into our chamber, those sweete nights
010.H08.029  And kiss'd, & iogled on thy fathers knee)
010.H08.030  Were brybde next day to tell w.%5t%6 they did see.
010.H08.031  The grim= eight= foote= high= iron= bound Servingman
010.H08.032  That oft names god in oathes, & only then,
010.H08.033  Hee that to barr y%5e%6 first gate doth as wide
010.H08.034  As the great Rhodian Collossus stride,
010.H08.035  W%5ch%6, if in hell none other paynes there were,
010.H08.036  Makes mee feare hell because hee must be there;
010.H08.037  Though by thy father hee were hir'de for this
010.H08.038  Could neuer wittness any touch or kisse.
010.H08.039  But, oh too com%Mon ill! I brought with mee
010.H08.040  That w%5ch%6 betray'd mee to myne enemy;
010.H08.041  A lowd perfume w%5ch%6 at my entry cryde
010.H08.042  Euen at thy fathers nose; soe wee were spy'de,
010.H08.043  When, like a Tyrant King, who in his bedd
010.H08.044  Smelt gun=powder, the pale wreth shiuered.
010.H08.045  Had it beene some bad smell he would haue thought
010.H08.046  That his owne feete or breath y%5t%6 smell had brought.
010.H08.047  (But as wee in our Ile imprisoned,
010.H08.048  Where cattle only, & diuers doggs are bredd,
010.H08.049  The precious Vnicornes strange monsters call;
010.H08.050  So thought hee good strange who had noe good at all.
010.H08.051  I taught my silkes their whisking to forbeare,
010.H08.052  Euen myne opprest shooes dumbe & silent were:
010.H08.053  Only thou bitter-sweete whom I had layd
010.H08.054  Next mee, mee trecherously hast betray'de, [CW:om]
010.H08.055  And vnsuspected hast invisibly [86r]
010.H08.056  At once fledd vnto him & stay'd with mee.
010.H08.057  Base excrement of earth w%5ch%6 dost confound
010.H08.058  Sence from distinguishing the sick from sound;
010.H08.059  By thee the seely amorous sucks his death
010.H08.060  By drawing in a leprous harlotts breath,
010.H08.061  By thee the greatest stayne to mans estate
010.H08.062  ffalls on vs to bee calld effeminate.
010.H08.063  Though you be soe much lou'de in y%5e%6 Princes hall
010.H08.064  There things that seeme exceed substantiall,
010.H08.065  Gods (when ye fum'd on altars) were pleas'd well
010.H08.066  Because y'were burnt, not y%5t%6 thy lik'de yo%5r%6 smell,
010.H08.067  You are loathsome all, being taken simply alone;
010.H08.068  Shall wee loue ill things ioyn'd, & hate each one?
010.H08.069  If you were good, your good doth soone decay,
010.H08.070  And you are rare that takes the good away.
010.H08.071  All my perfumes I giue most willingly
010.H08.072  T'embalme thy fathers corps:  What?  will hee dye?
010.H08.0SS  Scribal flourish.        
010.H08.0$$  %1No ind; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation;%2  T'embalme thy fathers corps %1in 2d hand under last l.;%2 T'embalme %1wr. twice in 2 other hands below the poem; Beal foliation differs from mf.%2