IDENTLINE$$ F150C09|BoulRec|Luttrell|ff. 47-8|Original EWS 6-18-85 150.C09.0HE Vpon y%5e%6 death of M%5rs%6 Boulstreed 150.C09.001 Death I recant, & say vnsayd by me [f. 47] 150.C09.002 what e're hath slipt y%5t%6 might diminish thee, 150.C09.003 Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to say 150.C09.004 That any can thy Sum%Mons disobay. 150.C09.005 The Earths face is thy Table, where are sett 150.C09.006 Plants, Cattell, Men, dished for death to eate. 150.C09.007 In a rude hunger now he millions drawes 150.C09.008 Into his bloudy, plaguey or staru'd Iawes. 150.C09.009 Now he will seeme to spare & doth more wast, 150.C09.010 Eating the best fruite, well preseru'd to last 150.C09.011 Now wantonly he spoyles, & eates vs not, 150.C09.012 Butt breakes off freinds, & letts vs peece-meale rott. 150.C09.013 Nor will this Earth serue him, he sinkes the deepe 150.C09.014 Where harmlesse fish monastique silence keepe, 150.C09.015 Which, were death dead, by rowes of liuing sand 150.C09.016 Might spunge that Element & make it Land. 150.C09.017 He rounds the Ayre & breakes the hymnique notes 150.C09.018 In birdes, heauens Choristers organick throtes, 150.C09.019 Which, if they did not dye, might seeme to bee 150.C09.020 A tenth ranke in the heauenly Hierarchy. 150.C09.021 O strong & longliu'd death, how cam'st thou in 150.C09.022 And how without Creation didst begin? 150.C09.023 Thou hast & shalt see dead before thou dy'st 150.C09.024 All the 4 Monarchies, & Antichrist. 150.C09.025 How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now 150.C09.026 In all this All nothing else is but thou? 150.C09.027 Our birthes & liues, virtues & vices bee 150.C09.028 Wastfull consumptions & degrees of thee. 150.C09.029 For wee, to liue, our bellowes weare & breath 150.C09.030 Nor are we mortall dying, dead, but death, 150.C09.031 And though thou beest O%C mighty bird of pray 150.C09.032 So much reclaym'd, by God that thou must lay [f. 47v] 150.C09.033 All that thou killst at his feete, yet doth hee 150.C09.034 Reserue but few, & leaue the most for thee. 150.C09.035 And of those few, now, thou hast ouerthrowne 150.C09.036 One whom thy blow makes not ours, nor thine owne, 150.C09.037 Shee was more stories high; hopelesse to come 150.C09.038 To her Soule th'hast offerd at her lower roome. 150.C09.039 Her Soule & body was a king & Court 150.C09.040 But thou hast both of Captaine mis't & fort. 150.C09.041 As houses fall not though the king remoue, 150.C09.042 Bodyes of Saints rest for their Soules aboue. 150.C09.043 Death getts 'twixt Soules & bodyes such a place 150.C09.044 As Sin insenuats 'twixt iust men & grace. 150.C09.045 Both worke a Separation; no Diuorce, 150.C09.046 om. 150.C09.047 Which shall be almost another Soule, for there 150.C09.048 Bodyes are purer then best soules are heere./ 150.C09.049 Because in her her virtues did outgoe 150.C09.050 Her yeares, wouldst thou, o%C Emulous death, doe soe 150.C09.051 And kill her yong to thy losse? must the cost 150.C09.052 of Beauty & witt, apt to doe harme, be lost? 150.C09.053 What though thou foundst her proofe 'gainst sins of youth? 150.C09.054 O%C euery Age a diuerse sinne pursu'th; 150.C09.055 Thou shouldst haue stayd & taken better hold 150.C09.056 Shortly ambitious, couetous when old 150.C09.057 Shee might haue proou'd, And such deuotion 150.C09.058 Might once haue stray'd to Superstition. 150.C09.059 If all her virtues might haue growne, yet might 150.C09.060 Abundant virtue haue bredd a proud delight: 150.C09.061 Had shee perseuer'd iust their would haue bin 150.C09.062 Some that would sin, mistaking shee did sinne 150.C09.063 Such as would call her freindship loue, & fayne 150.C09.064 To sociablenesse a name profane. 150.C09.065 Or some by tempting, or not daring that [f. 48] 150.C09.066 By wishing though they neuer told her what 150.C09.067 Thus mightst thou haue slayne nore soules hadst thou not crost 150.C09.068 Thyselfe, &, to Triumph thy army lost. 150.C09.069 Yet though these wayes be left, thou hast left one 150.C09.070 Which is, im%Moderate greife that shee is gone, 150.C09.071 But we may scape the sinne, yet weep as much, 150.C09.072 Our teares are due because we are not such. 150.C09.073 Some teares that knott of freinds her death must cost 150.C09.074 Because the chayne is broke, though no linke lost. 150.C09.0SS om 150.C09.$$ Line 21 indented 3 spaces.