IDENTILIN$$ F146SN2|Sorrow|Nat Lib Scotland MS 2060 (Hawthornden VIII)|f.165. 146.SN2.0HE om [165] 146.SN2.001 Sorrow, which to this house scarce knew the way, 146.SN2.002 Is (oh!) heere->>>heire<< of it, or all is his pray: 146.SN2.003 This strange chance claimes strange wonder, and to vs 146.SN2.004 Nothing can be so strange as to weep thus. 146.SN2.005 'Tis well his life lowd-speaking workes deserue, 146.SN2.006 And giue him praise too, our cold tongues not serue 146.SN2.007 'Tis well hee kept teares from o%5r%6 eies before, 146.SN2.008 That to fit this dep->de%5e%6p ill wee might haue store. 146.SN2.009 Oh! if a sweet bryer climbe vp by a Tree, 146.SN2.010 If to a paradise that transplanted bee, 146.SN2.011 Or feild, and burnt for holye sacrifice, 146.SN2.012 Yet that must wither which by it did rise: 146.SN2.013 As wee for him dead. Though no familye 146.SN2.014 Ere riggd a Soule for heauens discouerye, 146.SN2.015 W%5t%6 whom more Venturers more boldlye dare, 146.SN2.016 Venter their States w%5t%6 him in joye to share, 146.SN2.017 Wee loose what all freinds lou'd, him, he gaines now, 146.SN2.018 But life by death, which worst foes would allow, 146.SN2 019 If hee could haue Foes, in whose practise grew 146.SN2.020 All vertues whose Names subtle Shoolemen knew. 146.SN2.021 What ease can hope that wee shall see him beget 146.SN2.022 When wee must dye first and can not dye yet. 146.SN2.023 His children are his Pictures; Oh they bee 146.SN2.024 Pictures of him dead, senslesse cold as hee, 146.SN2.025 Heere needs not no marble Tombe, since hee is gone, 146.SN2.026 Hee & about him his are turnd to stone 146.SN2.0SS om 146.SN2.0$$