IDENTLINE$$  F150B40|BoulRec|Lansdowne 740|ff. 116v-7v|Original EWS 5-5-83
150.B40.0HE  %1An Elegie vppon the death of M%5ris%6 Bulstred.%2
150.B40.001  Death I recant, and saie, vnsaied by me [f. 116v]
150.B40.002  what ere hath slipt that might deminish thee.
150.B40.003  Spiretuall treason, Athiesme, t'is to saie
150.B40.004  that any can thie sommons disobay.
150.B40.005  Th'earthes face is but thie table, thie>and meate,
150.B40.006  Plantes, Cattle, men, dish'd fo%5r%6 death to eate.
150.B40.007  In a rude hunger now he Millions drawes
150.B40.008  into his bloodie, or plaugie, or starued Iawes.
150.B40.009  Now he will seeme to spare, and doth more wast
150.B40.010  eateing the best fruite, well preseru'd to last
150.B40.011  Now wantonlie he spoiles, and eates vs not
150.B40.012  but breakes of frendes, & letts vs peecemeale rott.
150.B40.013  Nor will this earth serue him, he sinkes the deepe
150.B40.014  where harmelesse fish Monastique silence keepe
150.B40.015  Whoe (were death dead) by Rowes of liueing sand
150.B40.016  might spunge that Element, & make it Land.
150.B40.017  He roundes the ayre, and breakes the Himique noates
150.B40.018  in birdes, heavens Quoristers) organique throates:
150.B40.019  W%5ch%6 (if they did not die) might seeme to bee
150.B40.020  a tenth ranck in the Heavenlie hierarchie.
150.B40.021  O strong, and long liu'd death, how cam'st thou in?
150.B40.022  and how w%5th%6out creation didst begin
150.B40.023  Thou hast, and shalt see dead before thou diest
150.B40.024  all the four Monarchies, & Antechrist.
150.B40.025  How could I think thee nothing, that see now
150.B40.026  in all this All, nothing ells is but thou.
150.B40.027  Our Birthes, and Life, vices, and vertues be
150.B40.028  wastfull consumptions, and degrees of thee:
150.B40.029  ffor wee to liue our bellowes were, and breath
150.B40.030  nor are we mortall dieing dead, but death
150.B40.031  And though thou beest (O mightie bird of praie)
150.B40.032  Soe much reclaim'd of God that thou must lay
150.B40.033  All that thou kill'st, at his feet, yet doth hee [f. 117]
150.B40.034  reserue but few, and leaues the most to thee.
150.B40.035  And of those few ^now thou hast over throwne
150.B40.036  one whom thie blow makes not ours, not thine owne.
150.B40.037  She was more stories high, (hopelesse to come
150.B40.038  to her soule, thou hast offred at her lower Roome.
150.B40.039  Her soule, and bodie, was a King, and Court
150.B40.043  but thou hast both of Captaine mist, & fort.
150.B40.041  As houses fall not though the King remove
150.B40.042  bodies of Saintes restes fo%5r%6 their soules aboue.
150.B40.043  Death getts twixt soules, and bodies such a place
150.B40.044  as sin insinuates twixt Iust men, and grace
150.B40.045  Both workes a seperation, noe devorce
150.B40.046  her soule is gon to vsher vpp her coarse;
150.B40.047  W%5ch%6 shall b'allmost another soule, for there
150.B40.048  bodies are purer, then best soules ^[are] heare.
150.B40.049  Because in her, her vertues did out goe
150.B40.050  her yeares, would'st thou o%C emulous death doe soe,
150.B40.051  And kill her yong to thie losse?  must the cost 
150.B40.052  of beautie, and witt, (apt to doe harme) be loste?
150.B40.053  What though thou foundst her proof gainst sins of youth?
150.B40.054  oh euery age a divers sinn pursueth.
150.B40.055  Thou shouldst haue staid, and taken better hould
150.B40.056  shortlie Ambitious, Covetous when ould
150.B40.057  She might haue prou'd;  And such devotion
150.B40.058  might once haue straid to superstition.
150.B40.059  If all her vertues must haue growne, yet might
150.B40.060  abondant vertue haue bred a proude delight.
150.B40.061  Had she preseuerd Iust, there would haue been[Mvar:>grown<]
150.B40.062  some that would sin, misthinking she did sinn
150.B40.063  Such as would call her frendship Loue, and faine [f. 117v]
150.B40.064  to sociablenes a name profane
150.B40.065  Or Syn by tempting, or not dareing that
150.B40.066  by wishing though they neuer had her what
150.B40.067  Thus might'st thou haue slaine more soules, hadst thou not ^(crost
150.B40.068  thie self, and to tryumph thie army loste
150.B40.069  Yett thoughe these waies be lost, thou hast lefte one
150.B40.070  w%5ch%6 is Imoderate greefe that she is gon.
150.B40.071  But we may scape that sin, yett weepe as much,
150.B40.072  our teares are due, because wee are not such.
150.B40.073  Some teares that knott of frendes, her death must coste,
150.B40.074  because the Chaine is broke, though noe linke loste.
150.B40.SS   Finis  whirlwind scribal flourish
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