IDENTLINE$$ F150OJ1|BoulRec|Crynes|pp. 69-71|Original EWS 1-15-87 150.OJ1.0HE %1Elegie on M%5ris%6%2. Boulstred. 150.OJ1.001 DEath I recant, and say, unsaid by mee [p. 69] 150.OJ1.002 What ere hath slip'd, that might diminish thee. 150.OJ1.003 Spirituall treason, atheisme 'tis, to say, 150.OJ1.004 That any can thy Summons disobey. 150.OJ1.005 Th'earths face is but thy Table; there are set 150.OJ1.006 Plants, cattell, men, dishes for Death to eate. 150.OJ1.007 In a rude hunger now hee millions drawes 150.OJ1.008 Into his bloody, or plaguy, or sterv'd jawes. 150.OJ1.009 Now hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast, 150.OJ1.010 Eating the best first, well preserv'd to last. 150.OJ1.011 Now wantonly he spoiles, and eates us not, 150.OJ1.012 But breakes off friends, and lets us peecemeale rot. 150.OJ1.013 Nor will this earth serve him; he sinkes the deepe 150.OJ1.014 Where harmelesse fish monastique silence keepe. 150.OJ1.015 Who (were Death dead) by Roes of living sand, 150.OJ1.016 Might spunge that element, and make it land. 150.OJ1.017 He rounds the aire, and breakes the hymnique notes 150.OJ1.018 In birds, Heavens choristers, organique throats, 150.OJ1.019 Which (if they did not dye) might seeme to bee 150.OJ1.020 A tenth ranke in the heavenly hierarchie. 150.OJ1.021 O strong and long-liv'd death, how cam'st thou in? 150.OJ1.022 And how without Creation didst begin? 150.OJ1.023 Thou hast, and shalt see dead, before thou dyest, 150.OJ1.024 All the foure Monarchies, and Antichrist. 150.OJ1.025 How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now 150.OJ1.026 In all this All, nothing else is, but thou. [Our] 150.OJ1.027 Our births and life, vices, and vertues, bee [p. 70] 150.OJ1.028 Wastfull consumptions, and degrees of thee. 150.OJ1.029 For, wee to live, our bellowes weare, and breath, 150.OJ1.030 Nor are wee mortall, dying, dead, but death. 150.OJ1.031 And though thou beest, O mighty bird of prey, 150.OJ1.032 So much restrain'd by God, that thou must lay 150.OJ1.033 All that thou kill'st at his feet, yet doth hee 150.OJ1.034 Reserve but few, and leaves the most to thee. 150.OJ1.035 And of those few, now thou hast overthrowne 150.OJ1.036 One whom thy blow, makes, not ours, nor thine own. 150.OJ1.037 She was more stories high: hopelesse to come 150.OJ1.038 To her Soule, thou'hast offer'd at her lower roome. 150.OJ1.039 Her Soule and body was a King and Court: 150.OJ1.040 But thou hast both of Captaine mist and fort. 150.OJ1.041 As houses fall not, though the King remove, 150.OJ1.042 Bodies of Saints rest for their soules above. 150.OJ1.043 Death gets'twixt soules and bodies such a place 150.OJ1.044 As sinne insinuates 'twixt just men and grace, 150.OJ1.045 Both worke a separation, no divorce. 150.OJ1.046 Her Soule is gone to usher up her corse, 150.OJ1.047 Which shall be'almost another soule, for there 150.OJ1.048 Bodies are purer, then best Soules are here. 150.OJ1.049 Because in her, her virtues did outgoe 150.OJ1.050 Her yeares, would'st thou, O emulous death, do so? 150.OJ1.051 And kill her young to thy losse? must the cost 150.OJ1.052 Of beauty,'and wit, apt to doe harme, be lost? 150.OJ1.053 What though thou found'st her proofe'gainst sins of /(youth? 150.OJ1.054 Oh, every age a diverse sinne pursueth. 150.OJ1.055 Thou should'st have stay'd, and taken better hold, 150.OJ1.056 Shortly ambitious, covetous, when old, [She] 150.OJ1.057 She might have prov'd: and such devotion [p. 71] 150.OJ1.058 Might once have stray'd to superstition. 150.OJ1.059 If all her vertues must have growne, yet might 150.OJ1.060 Abundant virtue'have bred a proud delight. 150.OJ1.061 Had she persever'd just, there would have bin 150.OJ1.062 Some that would sinne, mis-thinking she did sinne. 150.OJ1.063 Such as would call her friendship, love, and faine 150.OJ1.064 To sociablenesse, a name profane. 150.OJ1.065 Or sinne, by tempting, or, not daring that, 150.OJ1.066 By wishing, though they never told her what. 150.OJ1.067 Thus might'st thou'have slain more soules, had'st thou /(not crost 150.OJ1.068 Thy selfe, and to triumph, thine army lost. 150.OJ1.069 Yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one, 150.OJ1.070 Which is, immoderate griefe that she is gone. 150.OJ1.071 But we may scape that sinne, yet weepe as much, 150.OJ1.072 Our teares are due, because we are not such. 150.OJ1.073 Some teares, that knot of friends, her death must cost, 150.OJ1.074 Because the chaine is broke, but no linke lost. 150.OJ1.0SS 150.OJ1.$$ Even lines indented two spaces