IDENTILIN$$  File X012C090  Luttrell, ff.25v-26v.\M:G.L.\P:GAS\O\8-13-92\C:JSC
012.C09.0HE  Elegye:4.
012.C09.001  Oh lett me not serue so as those men serue
012.C09.002  Whom honours smokes at once fatten & sterue
012.C09.003  Poorly enricht with great mens wordes or lookes;
012.C09.004  Nor so write my name in thy louing bookes
012.C09.005  As those Idolatrous flatterers which still
012.C09.006  Their Princes stile with many Realmes fulfill
012.C09.007  Whence they no tribute haue, & where no sway.
012.C09.008  Such seruices I offer as shall pay [CW:Themselues][miscatch]
012.C09.009  themselues, I hate dead names.  O%C then lett me [26]
012.C09.010  Fauourite in ordinary or no favourite be.
012.C09.011  When my Soule was in her owne body sheath'd
012.C09.012  Not yet by oathes betrotht, nor kisses breath'd
012.C09.013  Into my Purgatory, faithlesse Thee,
012.C09.014  Thy heart seem'd wax, & steele thy constancye.
012.C09.015  So careless flowers strow'd on y%5e%6 waters face
012.C09.016  The curled whirlepooles suck, smack, & embrace,
012.C09.017  Yet drowne them.  So the Tapers beamy eye
012.C09.018  Amorously twinckling beckens y%5e%6 giddy fly
012.C09.019  Yet burnes his winges.  And such the Deuill is
012.C09.020  Scarce visiting them y%5t%6 are entirely his.
012.C09.021  When I behold a streame which from y%5e%6 spring
012.C09.022  Doth with doubtfull melodious murmuring
012.C09.023  Or in a speechless slumber calmely ride
012.C09.024  Her wedded channels bosome, & there chide
012.C09.025  And bend her browes, & swell, if any bough
012.C09.026  Doe but stoope downe to kisse her vtmost brow;
012.C09.027  Yet if her often gnawing kisses winne
012.C09.028  The traytrous bankes to gape & lett her in
012.C09.029  She rusheth violentlye, & doth diuorce
012.C09.030  Her from her natiue & her long kept course
012.C09.031  And rores & braues it, & in gallant scorne
012.C09.032  In flattering eddyes promising returne
012.C09.033  Shee floutes her channell, which thenceforth growes dry
012.C09.034  Then say I, that is shee, & This am I.
012.C09.035  Yet lett not thy deepe bitternes begett
012.C09.036  Carelesse despaire in me, for that will whett
012.C09.037  My mind to scorne, & o%C Loue dull'd with paine
012.C09.038  Was ne're so wise or well arm'd as disdaine./ [CW:om]
012.C09.039  Then with new eyes I shall survey thee, & spy [26v]
012.C09.040  Death in thy cheekes & darknes in thine eye,
012.C09.041  Though hope breed faith & loue, thus taught, I shall
012.C09.042  (As nations doe from Rome) from thy Loue fall.
012.C09.043  My hate shall outgrow thine, & vtterlye
012.C09.044  I will renounce thy dalliance, & when I
012.C09.045  Am the Recusant, in y%5t%6 resolute state
012.C09.046  What hurts it me to be Excom%Municate?
012.C09.0SS  [om]
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