IDENTILIN$$ F15600A\FunEl\1633 ed.(CtY,DFo,L,MH,MiU)\sigs. Kk2v-Kk4, pp. 252-55 156.00A.HE A Funerall E#%9L#E#G#I#E%0. [Kk2v] 156.00A.001 'T%+Is lost to trust a Tombe with such a guest, 156.00A.002 Or to confine her in a marble chest, 156.00A.003 Alas, what's Marble, Jeat, or Porphyrie, 156.00A.004 Priz'd with the Chrysolite of either eye, 156.00A.005 Or with those Pearles, and Rubies, which she was? 156.00A.006 Joyne the two Indies in one Tombe, 'tis glasse; 156.00A.007 And so is all to her materials, 156.00A.008 Though every inch were ten Escurials; 156.00A.009 Yet she's demolish'd: can wee keepe her then 156.00A.010 In works of hands, or of the wits of men? 156.00A.011 Can these memorials, ragges of paper, give 156.00A.012 Life to that name, by which name they must live? 156.00A.013 Sickly, alas, short-liv'd, aborted bee 156.00A.014 Those carcasse verses, whose soule is not shee. 156.00A.015 And can shee, who no longer would be shee, 156.00A.016 Being such a Tabernacle, stoop to be 156.00A.017 In paper wrapt; or when shee would not lie 156.00A.018 In such a house, dwell in an Elegie? 156.00A.019 But 'tis no matter; wee may well allow 156.00A.020 Verse to live so long as the world will now, 156.00A.021 For her death wounded it. The world containes 156.00A.022 Princes for armes, and counsellors for braines, 156.00A.023 Lawyers for tongues, Divines for hearts, and more, 156.00A.024 The rich for stomackes, and for backs the poore; [CW:The] 156.00A.025 The officers for hands, merchants for feet, [Kk3] 156.00A.026 By which, remote and distant Countries meet. 156.00A.027 But those fine spirits which do tune, and set 156.00A.028 This Organ, are those peeces, which beget 156.00A.029 Wonder and love; and these were shee; and shee 156.00A.030 Being spent, the world must needs decrepit bee; 156.00A.031 For since death will proceed to triumph still, 156.00A.032 He can finde nothing, after her, to kill, 156.00A.033 Except the world it selfe, so great was shee 156.00A.034 Thus brave and confident may Nature bee, 156.00A.035 Death cannot give her such another blow, 156.00A.036 Because shee cannot such another show 156.00A.037 But must wee say she's dead? may't not be said 156.00A.038 That as a sundred clocke is peecemeale laid, 156.00A.039 Not to be lost, but by the makers hand 156.00A.040 Repollish'd, without errour then to stand, 156.00A.041 Or as the Affrique Niger streame enwombs 156.00A.042 It selfe into the earth, and after comes 156.00A.043 (Having first made a naturall bridge, to passe 156.00A.044 For many leagues) farre greater then it was, 156.00A.045 May't not be said, that her grave shall restore 156.00A.046 Her, greater, purer, firmer, then before? 156.00A.047 Heaven may say this, and joy in't, but can wee 156.00A.048 Who live, and lacke her, here, this vantage see? 156.00A.049 What is't to us, alas, if there have beene 156.00A.050 An Angell made a Throne, or Cherubin? 156.00A.051 Wee lose by't: and as aged men are glad 156.00A.052 Being tastlesse growne, to joy in joyes they had, 156.00A.053 So now the sick starv'd world must feed upon 156.00A.054 This joy, that we had her, who now is gone. [CW:Rejoyce] 156.00A.055 Rejoyce then Nature, and this World, that you, [Kk3v] 156.00A.056 Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue 156.00A.057 Your force and vigour, ere it were neere gone, 156.00A.058 Wisely bestow'd and laid it all on one; 156.00A.059 One, whose cleare body was so pure and thinne, 156.00A.060 Because it need disguise no thought within. 156.00A.061 'Twas but a through-light scarfe, her minde t'inroule; 156.00A.062 Or exhalation breath'd out from her Soule. 156.00A.063 One, whom all men who durst no more, admir'd: 156.00A.064 And whom, who ere had worke enough, desir'd; 156.00A.065 As when a Temple's built, Saints emulate 156.00A.066 To which of them, it shall be consecrate. 156.00A.067 But, as when heaven lookes on us with new eyes, 156.00A.068 Those new starres every Artist exercise, 156.00A.069 VVhat place they should assigne to them they doubt, 156.00A.070 Argue,'and agree not, till those starres goe out: 156.00A.071 So the world studied whose this peece should be, 156.00A.072 Till shee can be no bodies else, nor shee: 156.00A.073 But like a Lampe of Balsamum, desir'd 156.00A.074 Rather t'adorne, then last, she soone expir'd, 156.00A.075 Cloath'd in her virgin white integritie, 156.00A.076 For marriage, though it doth not staine, doth die. 156.00A.077 To scape th'infirmities which wait upon 156.00A.078 VVoman, she went away, before sh'was one; 156.00A.079 And the worlds busie noyse to overcome, 156.00A.080 Tooke so much death, as serv'd for %1opium;%2 156.00A.081 For though she could not, nor could chuse to dye, 156.00A.082 She'ath yeelded to too long an extasie: 156.00A.083 Hee which not knowing her said History, 156.00A.084 Should come to reade the booke of destiny, [CW:How] 156.00A.085 How faire, and chast, humble, and high she'ad been, [Kk4] 156.00A.086 Much promis'd, much perform'd, at not fifteene, 156.00A.087 And measuring future things, by things before, 156.00A.088 Should turne the leafe to reade, and reade no more, 156.00A.089 VVould thinke that either destiny mistooke, 156.00A.090 Or that some leaves were torne out of the booke. 156.00A.091 But 'tis not so; Fate did but usher her 156.00A.092 To yeares of reasons use, and then inferre 156.00A.093 Her destiny to her selfe, which liberty 156.00A.094 She tooke, but for thus much, thus much to die. 156.00A.095 Her modestie not suffering her to bee 156.00A.096 Fellow-Commissioner with Destinie, 156.00A.097 She did no more but die; if after her 156.00A.098 Any shall live, which dare true good prefer; 156.00A.099 Every such person is her deligate, 156.00A.100 T'accomplish that which should have beene her Fate. 156.00A.101 They shall make up that Booke and shall have thanks 156.00A.102 Of Fate, and her, for filling up their blankes. 156.00A.103 For future vertuous deeds are Legacies, 156.00A.104 VVhich from the gift of her example rise; 156.00A.105 And 'tis in heav'n part of spirituall mirth, 156.00A.106 To see how well the good play her, on earth. 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