IDENTLINE$$ F150B46|BoulRec|Stowe 961|ff. 35v-6v|Original EWS 8-10-85 150.B46.0HE Elegie on M%5rs%6 Boulstred. 150.B46.001 Death, I recant, and say, vnsaide by mee [f. 35v] 150.B46.002 What ere hath slipt that might diminish thee 150.B46.003 Spirituall treason, Atheisme tis to say 150.B46.004 That any can thy Summons disobey. 150.B46.005 Th'earths face is but thy Table, there are sett 150.B46.006 Plants, Cattle, Men, dished for Death to eat. 150.B46.007 In a rude hunger, now he millions drawes 150.B46.008 Into his bloudie, or plaugie, or staru'd iawes 150.B46.009 Now he will seme to spare, and doth more wast 150.B46.010 Eatinge the best first, well preseru'd to%>>till< last 150.B46.011 Now wantonlie he spoiles, and eates vs not 150.B46.012 But breakes of frinds and let's us peecemeale rott 150.B46.013 Nor will this earth serue him, he sincks the Deepe 150.B46.014 Where harmeles fish Monastique silence keepe 150.B46.015 Who (were Death dead) by rowes of liuinge Sand 150.B46.016 Might spunge that Element, and make it Land. 150.B46.017 He rounds the Aire, and breakes the Hymnique notes 150.B46.018 In Birds (heauens Quiristers) organicke throats 150.B46.019 Which (if they did not die) might seeme to bee 150.B46.020 A tenth rauke in the heauenlie Hierarchie 150.B46.021 O stronge and longe liu'd Death, how cam'st thou in? 150.B46.022 And how without Creation didst begin? 150.B46.023 Thou hast, and shalt see dead before thou diest 150.B46.024 All the foure Monarchies, and Antichrist 150.B46.025 How could I thincke thee nothinge that see now 150.B46.026 In all this All, nothinge is else but thou. 150.B46.027 Our birthes, and lifes, virtues and vices bee 150.B46.028 Wastfull Consumptions, and degrees of thee [f. 36] 150.B46.029 for we to liue, our bellowes weare, and breath 150.B46.030 Nor are we mortall dyinge, dead, but death 150.B46.031 And though thou beest O mighty bird of prey 150.B46.032 So much reclaimd by God, that thou must lay 150.B46.033 All that thou kils't at his feete, yet doth hee 150.B46.034 Reserue but few, and leaues the most to thee 150.B46.035 And of those few, now thou hast ouerthrowne 150.B46.036 One, whome thy blowe makes nor ours, nor thine owne 150.B46.037 She was more stories highe; hopeles to come 150.B46.038 To hir Soule, th'ast offered at hir lowe roome: 150.B46.039 Hir soule and bodie, was a Kinge and Court. 150.B46.040 But thou hast both of Captiue mist and Fort 150.B46.041 As houses fall not thoughe the Kinge remoue 150.B46.042 Bodies of Saints rest for theire Soules aboue. 150.B46.043 Death gets twixt Soules and Bodies such a place 150.B46.044 As sin insinuates twixt Iust men and Grace 150.B46.045 Both worke a Separation, no diuorce: 150.B46.046 Hir Soule is gone to vsher up hir Coarse 150.B46.047 Which shalbe allmost a nother Soule, for there 150.B46.048 Bodies are purer, then best soules are here. 150.B46.049 Because in hir, hir virtues did outgoe 150.B46.050 Hir yeares, wouldst thou, O ae%Lmulous Death doe so? 150.B46.051 om 150.B46.052 om 150.B46.053 What though thou foundst hir proofe ginst sins of youth 150.B46.054 Oh euery Age a diuerse sin pursuth 150.B46.055 Thou shouldst haue staide, and taken better holde 150.B46.056 Shortly Ambitious, Couetuous, when olde 150.B46.057 She might haue prou'd, and such Deuotion [f. 36v] 150.B46.058 Might once haue straide to Superstition 150.B46.059 If all hir virtue might haue growne, yet might 150.B46.060 Aboundant virtue bred a proud delight 150.B46.061 Had she perseuerd Iuste, there would haue bin 150.B46.062 Some that would sin, misthinkinge hir to sin 150.B46.063 Such as would call hir frindship Loue, and faine 150.B46.064 To Sociablenes a name profane. 150.B46.065 Or sin by temptinge, or not daringe that 150.B46.066 By wishinge, though they neuer told hir what 150.B46.067 Thus might sh'haue slaine more soules hadst thou not cro'st 150.B46.068 Thy selfe, and to triumphe, thy Armies lost 150.B46.069 Yet though, these wayes be lost, thou hast left one 150.B46.070 Which is immoderate griefe, that she is gone. 150.B46.071 But we may scape that sin, yet weepe as much, 150.B46.072 Our teares are due because we are not such. 150.B46.073 Some teares, that knot of frinds, hir death must cost 150.B46.074 Because the Chaine is broke, though no lincke lost./ 150.B46.0SS Finis "P" between two grape clusters. 150.B46.$$ "q~" in line 17 expanded to "que"