IDENTILIN$$ F146B32|Sorrow|BL Harley MS 4955(Newcastle)|ff.98v-99 146.B32.0HE Elegye:%5.%6 [98v] 146.B32.001 Sorrowe, who to this house, scarce knew the way, 146.B32.002 Is, oh, heyre of yt, Our All is his Pray; 146.B32.003 This strang change claymes strange wonder and to vs 146.B32.004 Nothing can be so strange, as to weepe thus, 146.B32.005 T'is well his lyfes loud speakinge workes deserue 146.B32.006 And giue prayse to, Our cold toungues could not sterue; 146.B32.007 Tis well he kept teares from our Eyes before, 146.B32.008 That to fitt this deepe ill, wee might haue store. 146.B32.009 Oh if a sweete bryar, clymbe vp by a Tree, 146.B32.010 yf to a Paradice that transplanted bee, 146.B32.011 Or fill'd, and burnt for holy sacrifice, 146.B32.012 yet that must wither, which by it did rise, 146.B32.013 As wee for him dead: Though no Familye, 146.B32.014 Ere rigg'd a sovle for heauens discouerye, 146.B32.015 With whom more venturers more boldly dare, 146.B32.016 Venter theyre states, with him inioy to share. 146.B32.017 Wee loose what all freindes lov'd him; he gaynes now 146.B32.018 But life by Death, which worst foes would allowe; 146.B32 019 If he could haue foes, in whose Practize grewe, 146.B32.020 All vertues, whose names subtile schooleme%M knewe; 146.B32.021 What ease, can hope that wee shall see him begett 146.B32.022 When wee must dye first, and cannot dye yett? 146.B32.023 His Children are his Pictures; Oh they bee 146.B32.024 Pictures of him dead, sencelesse, cold, as Hee. 146.B32.025 Here needes no marble Tombe, since he is gone; 146.B32.026 He, and about him, his, are turn'd to stone. 146.B32.0SS om 146.B32.0$$ among the love elegies; running head :Dr Doone: ergo=therefore symbol (HE)