IDENTLINE$$ F151B08|BoulNar|Add. 1926|ff. 36v-37|Original EWS 6-4-85 151.B08.0HE om 151.B08.001 Language thou art too narrow & too weeak [f. 36v] 151.B08.002 To ease vs now greate sorow cant speake 151.B08.003 If wee would sigh out accents weep words 151.B08.004 griefe weares & lessons y%5t%6 teares breath affords 151.B08.005 Sad hearts the lesse they seeme y%5e%6 more they are 151.B08.006 soe guiltiest men stand mutest at the barr 151.B08.007 not y%5t%6 they knowe not, feele not their estate 151.B08.008 But extreame feare hath make them desperate 151.B08.009 Sorrow, to whom wee all y%5t%6 wee bee 151.B08.010 Tyrant in the fift & greatest Monarchy 151.B08.011 Wast that shee did posesse all hearts before 151.B08.012 Thou hast kild her to make thy Empire more 151.B08.013 om. 151.B08.014 om. 151.B08.015 om. 151.B08.016 om. 151.B08.017 om. 151.B08.018 om. 151.B08.019 om. 151.B08.020 om. 151.B08.021 om. 151.B08.022 om. 151.B08.023 Ah=las shee was too pure, but not too weake 151.B08.024 Whoeeuer saw Christall Ordinance but would break 151.B08.025 And if wee be thy conquest by her fall 151.B08.026 Th=ast the end for in her p%Pish all 151.B08.027 Or if wee liue we liue but to rebell 151.B08.028 Y\t her better now that know her well 151.B08.029 If wee shold vapor out, & pine, & dy 151.B08.030 since shee first went y%5t%6 were not misery 151.B08.031 shee changd our world w%5th%6 hers, now shees gone 151.B08.032 om. 151.B08.033 for of all morall vertues she was all 151.B08.034 the Ethicks speake of vertues cardinall 151.B08.035 her soule was Paradice, the Cherubin 151.B08.036 set to keepe it was grace, y%5t%6 kept out sin 151.B08.037 shee had noe more then lett in death for we 151.B08.038 all reape consumption from on fruitfulì tree 151.B08.039 God tooke her hence least some of vs shold loue [f. 37] 151.B08.040 her like the plant him, & his lawes aboue 151.B08.041 om. 151.B08.042 om. 151.B08.043 Whoe if her vertues would haue let her stay 151.B08.044 we had a s%5t%6 now a Holiday 151.B08.045 om. 151.B08.046 om. 151.B08.047 om. 151.B08.048 That what we turnd to feasts she turnd to pray 151.B08.049 om. 151.B08.050 om. 151.B08.051 om. 151.B08.052 om. 151.B08.053 om. 151.B08.054 om. 151.B08.055 for from lesse vertue & lesse beautiousnes 151.B08.056 the gentiles frame them gods & goddesses 151.B08.057 om. 151.B08.058 om. 151.B08.059 om. 151.B08.060 om. 151.B08.061 And wee her glad sad frinds beare all a part 151.B08.062 of griefe. for all would wast a stoiks hart 151.B08.0SS om 151.B08.$$ Lines are consecutive. Line 33 is two lines divided after "vertues." Next poem follows without break.