IDENTILIN$$ F010SP1/ElPerf MS 49.B.43 (ff. 26v-28r)/ TJS/mf/4-20-92/cor GAS/o/8-4-92 010.SP1.HE1 %XElegie .6. 010.SP1.001 O%+nce, and but once found in thy Companie. 010.SP1.002 All thy suppos'd Escapes are layd on Mee. 010.SP1.003 And as a Theife at Barr is questioned there 010.SP1.004 By all the Men, that haue bene rob'd that yeare, 010.SP1.005 Soe am I (by this trayterous Meanes surpriz'd) [CW: By] 010.SP1.006 By thy hydropti%Uque ffather Cathechizd. [f. 27r 010.SP1.007om 010.SP1.008om 010.SP1.009 Thoughe hee hath oft sworne, that hee would remove 010.SP1.010 Thy beawties Beawtie, and food of our loue. 010.SP1.011 Hope of his Goods if I with thee were seene 010.SP1.012 Yet close, and secrett, as our Soules wee haue bene. 010.SP1.013 Thoughe thy immortall Mother, w%5ch%6 doth lye 010.SP1.014 Still buryed in her Bedd, yet will not dye, 010.SP1.015 Takes this advauntage to sleepe out daie-light 010.SP1.016 And watche the Entries, and Returnes all night; 010.SP1.017 And when shee takes thy hand, and would seeme kynd 010.SP1.018 Doth search what Ringes, & Armeletts shee can fynd, 010.SP1.019 And kissing notes the Colour of thy face, 010.SP1.020 And fearing least thou art swolne doth thee embrace. 010.SP1.021 To trye if thou dost long, doth name strange Meates, 010.SP1.022 And notes thy Palenes, blushinges, sighes and Sweates. 010.SP1.023 And pollitiquelie will to thee confesse 010.SP1.024 The Sinnes of her owne youthes ranck-lustines. 010.SP1.025 Yet loue, theis Sorceries did remove, and move 010.SP1.026 Thee to gull thine owne Mother for my loue. 010.SP1.027 Thy little Brethren, w%5ch%6 like faerie Sprights, 010.SP1.028 Oft skipt into our Chamber those sweete Nightes. 010.SP1.029 And kist, and ingled on thy ffathers knee, 010.SP1.030 Were bry'bd next daie to tell, what they did see. 010.SP1.031 The grim- eight- foote- highe- Iron- bound Seruing- Man [CW:That] 010.SP1.032 That oft names God in oathes, and onelie then. [f.27v 010.SP1.033 Hee, that to barre the first Gate, doth as wide 010.SP1.034 As the great Rhodian-Colossus stryde; 010.SP1.035 W%5ch%6 if in Hell noe other paines there were, 010.SP1.036 Makes mee feare Hell because hee must bee there. 010.SP1.037 Thoughe by thy ffather, hee were hyr'd for this, 010.SP1.038 Could neuer witnes anie touch, or kisse. 010.SP1.039 But oh! too common Ill, I brought with Mee, 010.SP1.040 That w%5ch%6 betray'd Mee to myne Enemie. 010.SP1.041 A loud Perfume, w%5ch%6 at my Entrance cryed 010.SP1.042 Even at thy fathers Nose; so wee were spyed. 010.SP1.043 When like a Tyrant King, that in his Bedd 010.SP1.044 Smelt Gun-Powder, the pale-wretch shyvered. 010.SP1.045 Had it bene some badd smell, hee would haue thought 010.SP1.046 That his owne feete, or breath, that smell had wrought. 010.SP1.047 But as Wee in our Isle imprisoned 010.SP1.048 Where Cattell onelie, and divers Dogges are bredd, 010.SP1.049 The pretious Vnicornes strang Monsters call, 010.SP1.050 Soe thought hee good, straung, that had none at all: 010.SP1.051 I taught my Silkes their whispering to forbeare, 010.SP1.052 Even my opprest shooes, dumbe, and speechles were. 010.SP1.053 Onelie thou (bitter-sweete) whome I had layde 010.SP1.054 Next Mee, Mee trayterouslie hast betrayde. [CW: And] 010.SP1.055 And vnsuspected hast invisiblie [f. 28r 010.SP1.056 At once fledd vnto him, and stay'd with Mee. 010.SP1.057 Base Excrement of Earth, w%5ch%6 dost confound 010.SP1.058 Sence, from distinguishing the sicke, from sound. 010.SP1.059 By thee, the sillie Amorous suckes his Death, 010.SP1.060 By drawing in a leprous Harlotts breath. 010.SP1.061 By thee the greatest stayne to Mans Estate 010.SP1.062 ffalles on Vs, to bee cal'd Effeminate. 010.SP1.063 Thoughe yow bee much lov'd in the Prince*->>Prince< Hall 010.SP1.064 These thinges that seeme, exceede substantiall. 010.SP1.065 Gods! when yo%5w%6 fumde on Altars were pleasd well, 010.SP1.066 Because yow were burnt, not that they lik't yo%5r%6 smell. 010.SP1.067 Yow are loathsome all being taken simplie alone, 010.SP1.068 Shall wee loue ill-thinges ioynd? & hate each One? 010.SP1.069 If yow were good, your good doth soone decaye, 010.SP1.070 And yow are rare, that takes the good awaye. 010.SP1.071 All my Perfumes I giue most willinglie 010.SP1.072 To embalme thy fathers Coarse; What will hee die? 010.SP1.0SSom 010.SP1.0$$ %1no ind; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation%2