IDENTLINE$$ F150SN3|BoulRec|Hawthornden XV, 2067|ff. 13-4v|Original EWS 6-13-83 150.SN3.0HE Elegye funerall on the Death of M%5rs.%6 Boulstrood. 150.SN3.001 Death, I recant, and say vnsaid by mee [f. 13] 150.SN3.002 What e're hath slipt that might diminish thee, 150.SN3.003 Spirituall treason, atheisme its to say 150.SN3.004 That anay can thy sumons disobey, 150.SN3.005 The Earths face is but thy table, there are set 150.SN3.006 plants, cattell, Men, Dishes for death to eat, 150.SN3.007 In a rude hunger now he millions drawes 150.SN3.008 Into his bloudy or his Plaguy Jawes, 150.SN3.009 Now he will seeme to spare, and doth more waste 150.SN3.010 Eating the best first well preserud to last, 150.SN3.011 Now wantonlie he spoiles, and eates vs not, 150.SN3.012 But breakes off freinds, and let vs piecemale rote, 150.SN3.013 Nor will this earth serue him, he sinkes the Deep 150.SN3.014 Where harmelesse fish monasticke silence keep, 150.SN3.015 Who (were death dead) by Roes of liuing sand 150.SN3.016 Might spunge that eleme%Mt and make it land 150.SN3.017 He roundes the aire, and breakes the hymnicke %7notes%8 150.SN3.018 In Birds (heauens Qiursters) orgaincke %7Throtes,%8 150.SN3.019 Which (if they did not die) might seem to bee [f. 13v] 150.SN3.020 a tenth rancke in the heaunlie hierarchie, 150.SN3.021 O strong and long liu'd Death, how camst thou in 150.SN3.022 And how w%5t%6out creation didst begin? 150.SN3.023 Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou diest 150.SN3.024 All the fowre Monarchies and antichrist, 150.SN3.025 How could I thinke thee nothing, that see now 150.SN3.026 In all this all nothing else is but thou, 150.SN3.027 Our Birthes and lifes vices and vertues bee 150.SN3.028 Wastfull consumptions and degrees of thee, 150.SN3.029 For wee to liue o%5r%6 Bellowes weare and breath 150.SN3.030 Nor are wee mortall, dying, dead by Death, 150.SN3.031 And though thou beest o mightie bird of pray 150.SN3.032 So much reclaim'd by God, that thou must lay 150.SN3.033 All that thou kill'st at his feet, yet doth hee 150.SN3.034 reserue but few, & leau'st the most to thee. 150.SN3.035 And of those few now hast thou ouerthrowne 150.SN3.036 One whom thy blow makes not ours ^nor thyne owne, 150.SN3.037 Shee was more Stories high, hopelesse to rome 150.SN3.038 T'her Sowle, thou offred at her lower %7Roome.%8 150.SN3.039 Her Sowle and bodye was a king and court, [f. 14] 150.SN3.040 But thou hast both of captaine mist and fort, 150.SN3.041 As houses fall not though the king remoue, 150.SN3.042 Bodies of Saints rest for their Sowles aboue, 150.SN3.043 Death getts twixt Sowles and bodies such a place 150.SN3.044 As Sinne insinuates twixt iust men and Grace; 150.SN3.045 Both worke a separation, no diuorce, 150.SN3.046 Her Sowle is gone to vsher vp her corse, 150.SN3.047 Which shal be almost an other Sowle, for there 150.SN3.048 Bodyes are purer than best Sowles are heere; 150.SN3.049 Because in her her vertue did outgoe 150.SN3.050 Her yeares, wouldst thou o emoulous Death do so? 150.SN3.051 om 150.SN3.052 om 150.SN3.053 What though thou foundst her proofe gainst sines %7of youth%8 150.SN3.054 O%C eury age a diuerse Sinne perseweth 150.SN3.055 Thou shouldst haue stayd and taken better hold 150.SN3.056 Shortlie ambitious, couetous, when old 150.SN3.057 Shee might haue prou'd and such deuotion 150.SN3.058 Might once haue strayd to superstition; 150.SN3.059 If all her vertues must haue growne, yet %7might%8 150.SN3.060 Aboundant vertue haue bred a proud delight. 150.SN3.061 Had shee perseuerd iust, there would haue beene [f. 14v] 150.SN3.062 Some that would sinne mistaking shee did sinne, 150.SN3.063 Such as would call her freindship loue, and faigne 150.SN3.064 To Sociablenesse a name profane: 150.SN3.065 Or Syne by tempting, or not daring that, 150.SN3.066 By wishing, though they neuer told her what. 150.SN3.067 Thus might haue slaine more Sowles hadst thou not %7crost%8 150.SN3.068 Thy selfe, and to triumphe thyne armye lost. 150.SN3.069 Yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one 150.SN3.070 Which is immoderate Griefe that shee is gone, 150.SN3.071 But wee maye spare that Sinne, yet weep ^as much 150.SN3.072 our teares are due because wee are not such; 150.SN3.073 Some teares (that knot of freinds) her Death must %7cost%8 150.SN3.074 Because the chaine is broke though no linke %7lost.%8 150.SN3.0SS JD JD 150.SN3.$$ Even lines indented two spaces. Pencil note on ms title page says poems transcribed by William Drummond of Hawthornden