IDENTILIN$$  F022B40  Lansdowne ms. 740\f.121r-v\EWS\o\P:JSCmf-GASo\6-17-95\C:JSC
022.B40.0HE  %X%1Elegie%2
022.B40.001  To make the doubt cleare, that noe woman's true
022.B40.002  was it my fate to proue it stronge in yo%5u%6?
022.B40.003  Thought I but one had breath'd purest aire
022.B40.004  and must shee needes be false, because shee's faire?
022.B40.005  Is it your beauties marke, or of yo%5r%6 youth
022.B40.006  or of yo%5r%6 perfection, not to studdie truth?
022.B40.007  Or thinke yo%5u%6 heaven is death; or hath noe eyes?
022.B40.008  or those shee hath, smile at yo%5r%6 periuries?
022.B40.009  Are vowes soe cheape w%5th%6 women, or the matter
022.B40.010  wherof they are made, that they are writt in wate%5r%6
022.B40.011  And blowne awaie with winde? or doth their breath
022.B40.012  (both hott, and cold) at once make life, and death?
022.B40.013  Whoe could haue thought so manie accentes sweete
022.B40.014  form'd into wordes, soe manie sighes should meete,
022.B40.015  As from our hartes, so manie oathes, and teares
022.B40.016  sprinkled among, (all sweeter by o%5r%6 feares)
022.B40.017  And the devine impression of stolne kisses
022.B40.018  (that seald' the rest) should now proue emptie blisses?
022.B40.019  Did yo%5u%6 draw bondes to forfeite?  Signe to breake?
022.B40.020  or must wee reade yo%5u%6 quite from what yo%5u%6 speake,
022.B40.021  And finde the truth out the wrong waie? or must
022.B40.022  he first desier yo%5u%6 false would wish yo%5u%6 Iust?
022.B40.023  O%C I profane.  Though most of women bee 
022.B40.024  this kind of beast, my thought shall %Y***ept%Z>except< thee
022.B40.025  My dearest %1Loue%2. ffroward Ielosie
022.B40.026  w%5th%6 circumstance might vrg thie inconstancy.
022.B40.027  Sooner Ile thinke the Sun will sease to %Jcheere%K[Mvar:>cheare<]
022.B40.028  the teemeing earth, and that forgett to beare:
022.B40.029  Sooner that Riuers will run backe, or Thames
022.B40.030  w%5th%6 Ribbes of Ice in Iune, would binde his streames:
022.B40.031  Or nature, by whose strength, the world endures
022.B40.032  would channg her course before yo%5u%6 alter yo%5rs%6.
022.B40.033  But o%C that trecherous brest, to whom weake you
022.B40.034  did trust o%5r%6 councells, and wee both may rue.
022.B40.035  Haveing his falshood found to late, twas hee [f.121v]
022.B40.036  that made yo%5u%6 caste yo%5u%6 guiltie, and yo%5u%6 mee
022.B40.037  Whil'st he blacke wretch betrayde each simple word
022.B40.038  we spake, vnto the cun%Ming of a third.
022.B40.039  Curst may he bee that so our Loue hath slaine,
022.B40.040  and wander on the earth, wretched as Cayne:
022.B40.041  wretched as hee, and not deserue least pittie;
022.B40.042  in plagueing him lett miserie be [>p%>w<]ittie.
022.B40.043  Lett all eyes shun him, and he shun each eye;
022.B40.044  till he be noysome as his infamye.
022.B40.045  May he w%5th%6out remorce denie God thrice
022.B40.046  and not be trusted more one his soules price:
022.B40.047  And after all self torment, when he dies,
022.B40.048  may wolues teare out his hart, vulturs his eyes:
022.B40.049  Swine eate his bowells, and his falser tongue
022.B40.050  that vttered all, be to some raven flonge:
022.B40.051  And lett his carion corse, be a longer feaste
022.B40.052  to the kings doggs, then any other beaste.
022.B40.053  Now I|%72%8 haue%71%8 curste, lett vs our loue reviue
022.B40.054  In me the flame was neuer more aliue.
022.B40.055  I could begin againe to Court, and praise,
022.B40.056  and in that plesure, lengthen the short daies
022.B40.057  of my liues lease:  like Painters that doe take
022.B40.058  delight, not in made worke but whiles they make.
022.B40.059  I could renew those times, when first I saw
022.B40.060  loue in yo%5r%6 eyes, that gaue my tongue the law
022.B40.061  to like what yo%5u%6 lik'd, and at maskes, and plaies
022.B40.062  comend the self same actors the same waies.
022.B40.063  Aske how yo%5u%6 did; and often w%5th%6 intent
022.B40.064  of beeing officious, be impertinent.
022.B40.065  All w%5ch%6, weare such softe pastimes, as in these
022.B40.066  loue was as subtillie catch'd, as a disease;
022.B40.067  But being gott it is a tresure, sweete,
022.B40.068  w%5ch%6 to defend, is harder then to gett:
022.B40.069  And ought not be prophan'd, one either part
022.B40.070  fo%5r%6 though t'is gott by chance, t'is kept by arte. [flourish]
022.B40.0SS  %X%JFinis%K
022.B40.0$$  %1Even ll. ind.; caret-type mark in LM at l.1; words "I have" 
separated w. slash and reordered w. subscripts in l. 53