IDENTILIN$$ File 011AF1 Mapletoft[?] emends in 1633\pp.44-5\JSC\tr[EWS]\9-21-94\ 011.AF1.HE1 %XELEGIE. I. 011.AF1.001 FOnd woman which would'st have thy husband die, 011.AF1.002 And yet complain'st of his great jealousie; 011.AF1.003 If swolne with poyson, hee lay in'his last bed, 011.AF1.004 His body with a sere-%Jbarke%K[%1Mvar%2:cloth] covered, 011.AF1.005 Drawing his breath, as thick and short, as can 011.AF1.006 The nimblest crocheting Musitian, 011.AF1.007 Ready with loathsome vomiting to spue 011.AF1.008 His Soule out of one hell, into a new, 011.AF1.009 Made deafe with his poore kindreds howling cries, 011.AF1.010 Begging with few feign'd teares, great legacies, 011.AF1.011 Thou would'st not weepe, but jolly,'and frolicke bee, 011.AF1.012 As a slave, which to morrow should be free, 011.AF1.013 Yet weep'st thou, when thou seest him hungerly 011.AF1.014 Swallow his owne death, hearts-bane jealousie. 011.AF1.015 O give him many thanks, he'is courteous, 011.AF1.016 That in suspecting kindly warneth us. 011.AF1.017 Wee must not, as wee us'd, flout openly, 011.AF1.018 In scoffing ridles, his deformitie; 011.AF1.019 Nor at his boord together being satt, 011.AF1.020 With words, nor touch, scarce lookes adulterate. 011.AF1.021 Nor when he swolne, and pamper'd with great fare 011.AF1.022 Sits downe, and snorts, cag'd in his basket chaire, 011.AF1.023 Must wee usurpe his owne bed any more, 011.AF1.024 Nor kisse and play in his house, as before. 011.AF1.025 Now I see many dangers; for it is 011.AF1.026 His realme, his castle, and his diocesse. 011.AF1.027 But if, (as envious men, which would revile 011.AF1.028 Their Prince, or coyne his gold, themselves exile 011.AF1.029 Into another countrie,'and doe it there,) 011.AF1.030 Wee play'in another house, what should we feare? 011.AF1.031 There we will scorne his houshold policies, 011.AF1.032 His seely plots, and pensionary spies, 011.AF1.033 As the inhabitants of Thames right side 011.AF1.034 Do Londons Major, or Germans, the Popes pride. 011.AF1.0SSom 011.AF1.0$$