IDENTILIN$$  F14600A|Sorrow|1633|sigs.H2v-H3, pp.52-53 (CtY,DFo,L,M,MH,MiU)
146.00A.0HE  %1Elegie%2 VI. [H2v]
146.00A.001  Sorrow, who to this house scarce knew the way:
146.00A.002  Is, Oh, heire of it, our All is his prey.
146.00A.003  This strange chance claimes strange wonder, and to us
146.00A.004  'Nothing can be so strange, as to weepe thus;
146.00A.005  Tis well his lifes loud speaking workes deserve,
146.00A.006  And give praise too, our cold tongues could not serve:
146.00A.007  'Tis well, hee kept teares from our eyes before,
146.00A.008  That to fit this deep ill, we might have store.
146.00A.009  Oh, if a sweet briar, climbe up by'a tree,
146.00A.010  If to a paradise that transplanted bee,
146.00A.011  Or fell'd, and burnt for holy sacrifice,
146.00A.012  Yet, that must wither, which by it did rise,
146.00A.013  As wee for him dead:  though no familie
146.00A.014  Ere rigg'd a soule for heavens discoverie
146.00A.015  With whom more Venturers more boldly dare [CW:Venture]
146.00A.016  Venture their states, with him in joy to share [H3]
146.00A.017  Wee lose what all friends lov'd, him, he gaines now
146.00A.018  But life by death, which worst foes would allow,
146.00A.019  If hee could have foes, in whose practise grew
146.00A.020  All vertues, whose names subtile Schoolmen knew;
146.00A.021  What ease, can hope that wee shall see'him, beget,
146.00A.022  When wee must die first, and cannot dye yet?
146.00A.023  His children are his pictures, Oh they bee
146.00A.024  Pictures of him dead, senselesse, cold as he,
146.00A.025  Here needs no marble Tombe, since hee is gone,
146.00A.026  He, and about him, his, are turn'd to stone.   
146.00A.0SS  om
146.00A.0$$  among the love elegies