IDENTLINE$$  F151O21|BoulNar|Eng. poet. f. 9 Phillipps pp. 60-2|Original EWS 7-31-85
151.O21.0HE  An Elegie on the death of M%5rs%6 Boulstrod
151.O21.001  Language thou art too narrow and to weake [p. 60]
151.O21.002  to ease vs now great sorrow cannot speake
151.O21.003  If wee would sigh out accents and weepe words
151.O21.004  greffe weares and lessens; y%5t%6; teares breath affords
151.O21.005  sad harts the lesse they seeme the more they are
151.O21.006  so guiltlesse men stand mutest at the barre
151.O21.007  Not that they know not; feele not their Estate
151.O21.008  but extreame sence hath made them desperate
151.O21.009  Sorrow to whome wee owe all that wee bee.
151.O21.010  Tirant to the 5%5th%6 and greatest monarchye;
151.O21.011  was't that she did, all harts possesse be fore
151.O21.012  thou hast kild her to make thy Empire more
151.O21.013  knowest thou some would; (that knew her not) lame%Mt
151.O21.014  as in the deluge perish the inocent.
151.O21.015  was't not enough to haue that Pallace wonne
151.O21.016  But thou must raze it too, y%5t%6 was vndonne.
151.O21.017  had'st thou stay'd there and look't out at her eyes
151.O21.018  all had ador'd thee, y%5t%6 now fro%M thee flyes
t51.O21.019  for they lett out more light then they tooke in;
151.O21.020  they told not when; but did the day beginne
151.O21.021  She was too Sapharine; and cleere for thee
151.O21.022  Clay; flint and Iett, now thy fitt dwelling bee. [p. 61]
151.O21.023  Alas she was too pure; but not, too weake
151.O21.024  who euer saw; (Christian Ordinance) but would breake
151.O21.025  & if wee be thy conquest by her fall.
151.O21.026  Th' hast lost thy end for in her perish all
151.O21.027  or if wee liue; wee liue; but to rebell;
151.O21.028  That know her better now; y%5t%6 knew her well
151.O21.029  If wee should vapour out or pine or dy
151.O21.030  Since she first went that were not misery.
151.O21.031  She chang'd o%5r%6 world w%5th%6 hers; now she is gonne
151.O21.032  Mirth and prosperity is oppression;
151.O21.033  ffor of all morall virtues she was all;
151.O21.034  The Ethicks speake of virtues Cardinall
151.O21.035  Her soule was Paradice; y%5e%6 Cherubin,
151.O21.036  set to keepe it; was grace to keepe out sinne
151.O21.037  She had no more; but lett in death; for wee
151.O21.038  all reape consumptio%M fro%M o%5r%6 fruitfull tree.
151.O21.039  god tooke her hence; Least some of vs should loue
151.O21.040  her like the plant, him and his lawes aboue
151.O21.041  and when wee teares; hee mercy shed in this
151.O21.042  to rayse o%5r%6 minds to heauen wher now she is
151.O21.043  who if her virtues would haue let her stay
151.O21.044  wee had, had a Saint; now a holy day
151.O21.045  Her hart was the strange bush where secret fire
151.O21.046  Religion did not co%Msume; but did inspire
151.O21.047  Such piety so chast vse of gods day.
151.O21.048  That what wee turn'd to feast she turn'd to pray
151.O21.049  and did p%5r%6figure heere in deuout tast
151.O21.050  the rest of her high sabboth; w%5c%6 shall last.
151.O21.051  Angels did hand her vp; who next god dwell
151.O21.052  for she was of the order whence most fell.
151.O21.053  Her body is left w%5th%6 vs least some had sayd.
151.O21.054  She could not dye; vnlesse they saw her dead.
151.O21.055  ffor from lesse virtue and lesse beauteousnesse
151.O21.056  the gentiles fain'd y%5m%6 gods and goddesses.
151.O21.057  The Rauenous earth; y%5t%6 now woos her to bee
151.O21.058  Earth too: wilbee Lemnia; and the Tree
151.O21.059  that wraps that Christall in a woode%M tombe
151.O21.060  shalbee tooke vp Spruce; fild vp w%5th%6 Diamond
151.O21.061  and wee her glad sad frinds, will beare a p%Pt
151.O21.062  of greefe; for all would waste a Stoiks hart.
151.O21.0SS  ffinis
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