IDENTLINE$$ F150TT1|BoulRec|Dalhousie I|f. 50r-v|Original EWS 12-12-86 150.TT1.0HE %1An Eligie vpon the death of M%5ris%5 Boulstredd%2 150.TT1.001 Death I recant and say vnsaid by mee [f. 50] 150.TT1.002 what ere hath slipt that may diminish thee 150.TT1.003 Spirituall Treason %1Atheisme%2 t'is to say 150.TT1.004 that any can thy summons disobey 150.TT1.005 The earths face is but thy table and thy meat 150.TT1.006 %1Plants, Cattell, men%2, dished for death to eat 150.TT1.007 In a rude hunger now he millions drawes 150.TT1.008 Into his bloodie or plaguie or staru'd iawes 150.TT1.009 Now he will seeme to spare and doth more wast 150.TT1.010 Eating the best fruites well preseru^d to tast 150.TT1.011 Now wantonly he spoiles and eats vs not 150.TT1.012 but breakes of frendes and letts vs peacemeale rott 150.TT1.013 Nor will the earth serue him he sinckes the Deepe 150.TT1.014 Where harmeles fish %1Monastique%2 silence keepe 150.TT1.015 Who were (death dead) by Rowes of liuing sand 150.TT1.016 might spunge that Element and make itt Land 150.TT1.017 He roundes the Ayre and breakes the Himique noates 150.TT1.018 In birdes %1Heauens Quiristers organique%2 throats 150.TT1.019 Which if they did not die might seeme to bee 150.TT1.020 a tenth ranke in the heauenlie %1Hierarchie%2 150.TT1.021 O strong and long liu'd death how camst thou in? 150.TT1.022 and how without creation didst beginn 150.TT1.023 Thou hast and shalt see dead befo%Yu%Zre thou diest 150.TT1.024 All the fower %1Monarchies & Antichrist%2 150.TT1.025 How could I thinke thee nothing that see now 150.TT1.026 In all this all nothing els tis butt thou 150.TT1.027 Our birthes and lifes vices and vertues bee 150.TT1.028 wastfull consumptions and degrees of thee 150.TT1.029 ffor wee to liue, our bellowes were and breath 150.TT1.030 Nor are wee mortall diyng dead but death 150.TT1.031 And though thou bee'st (O mightie bird of pray 150.TT1.032 so much reclaymd of god that thou maist lay 150.TT1.033 All that thou kill'st att his feet yett doth hee 150.TT1.034 Reserue but fewe and leaues the most to thee 150.TT1.035 And of those fewe now thou hast ouerthrowne 150.TT1.036 One whom thy blowe makes not ours Nor thine owne 150.TT1.037 Shee was more stories hie! hopelesse to come 150.TT1.038 to her soule thou hast offered att her lower Roome 150.TT1.039 Her soule and body was a Kinge and Court 150.TT1.040 but thou hast both of Captaine miste and fort 150.TT1.041 As houses fall not though the king reemooue 150.TT1.042 Bodies of Saintes rests for their soules aboue 150.TT1.043 Death getts twixt soules & bodies such a place 150.TT1.044 As sinn insinuates twixt iust men and grace 150.TT1.045 Both woorkes a seperation no diuorce [f. 50v] 150.TT1.046 Her soule is gone to vsher vpp the coarse 150.TT1.047 W%5ch%6 shalbe almost another soule for there 150.TT1.048 Bodies are purer then best soules are heere 150.TT1.049 Because in her her vertues did outgoe 150.TT1.050 Her yeares. O%C emulous death wouldst thou doe %Ysay%Z 150.TT1.051 And kill her yonge to thie losse? must the cost 150.TT1.052 Of beautie and witt apt to doe harme be lost 150.TT1.053 What though thou foundst her proofe 'gainst sins of youth 150.TT1.054 On euery age a diuers sin pursueth 150.TT1.055 Thou shouldst haue staid and taken better hold 150.TT1.056 Shortly ambitious couetous when old 150.TT1.057 She might haue prou'd and such Deuotion 150.TT1.058 might once haue straid to supersti%5_%6c%5_%6o%5_%6n%5_%6 150.TT1.059 If all her vertues must haue growne yett might 150.TT1.060 Abundant vertue haue bredd a proud delight 150.TT1.061 Had she preserued iust there would haue beene 150.TT1.062 some what would sinn misthinking she did sinn 150.TT1.063 Such as would call her frendshipp loue, and faine 150.TT1.064 to sociablenesse a name prophane 150.TT1.065 Or sin by tempting or not daring that 150.TT1.066 by wishing though they never had her whatt 150.TT1.067 Thus might thou haue slaine more soules had'st thou not crost 150.TT1.068 Thy selfe and to triumph thy army lost 150.TT1.069 Yett though theis wayes be lost thou hast left one 150.TT1.070 W%5ch%6 is immoderate griefe that she is gon 150.TT1.071 But wee may scape that sin yett weepe as much 150.TT1.072 our teares are due because wee are not such 150.TT1.073 Some teares that knott of frendes her death must cost 150.TT1.074 because the Chaine is broke though no lincke lost 150.TT1.SS %1Finis%2 150.TT1.$$ Even lines indented 2-9 spaces