IDENTILIN$$ F15600G|FunEl|1669(CtY,KyU,L,TxLT)|sigs.P5-P6v,pp.217-20/P:MEL/(TxAM)/1-18-07 156.00G.HE %1A Funeral Elegy%2. [P5] 156.00G.001 'T%+Is loss to trust a Tomb with such a guest, 156.00G.002 Or to confine her in a marble chest, 156.00G.003 Alas, what's Marble, Jeat, or Porphyrie, 156.00G.004 Pris'd with the Chrysolite of either eye, 156.00G.005 Or with those Pearls, and Rubies, which she was? 156.00G.006 Joyn the two Indies in one Tomb, 'tis glass; 156.00G.007 And so is all to her materials, 156.00G.008 Though every inch were ten Escurials; 156.00G.009 Yet she's demolish'd: can we keep her then 156.00G.010 In works of hands, or of the wits of men? 156.00G.011 Can these memorials, rags of paper, give 156.00G.012 Life to that name, by which name they must live? 156.00G.013 Sickly, alas, short#liv'd, Abortive be 156.00G.014 Those carcass verses, whose soul is not she; 156.00G.015 And can she, who no longer would be she, 156.00G.016 (Being such a Tabernacle) stoop to be 156.00G.017 In paper wrapt; or when she would not lie 156.00G.018 In such an house, dwell in an Elegy? 156.00G.019 But 'tis no matter; we may well allow 156.00G.020 Verse to live so long as the world will now, 156.00G.021 For her death wounded it. The world contains 156.00G.022 Princes for arms, and Counsellors for braines, 156.00G.023 Lawyers for tongues, Divines for hearts, and more, 156.00G.024 The rich for stomacks, and for backs the poor; [CW:The] 156.00G.025 The officers for hands, Merchants for feet, [P5v] 156.00G.026 By which, remote and distant Countrys meet: 156.00G.027 But those fine spirits, which do tune, and set 156.00G.028 This Organ, are those peeces, which beget 156.00G.029 Wonder and love; and these were shee; and she 156.00G.030 Being spent, the world must needs decrepit be; 156.00G.031 For since death will proceed to triumph still, 156.00G.032 He can find nothing after her, to kill, 156.00G.033 Except the world it self, so great was she. 156.00G.034 Thus brave and confident may Nature be, 156.00G.035 Death cannot give her such another blow, 156.00G.036 Because she cannot such another show. 156.00G.037 But must we say she's dead; may't not be said 156.00G.038 That as a sundred clock is peecemeal laid, 156.00G.039 Not to be lost, but by the Makers hand 156.00G.040 Repolish'd, without errour then to stand; 156.00G.041 Or, as the Affrique Niger stream enwombs 156.00G.042 It self into the earth, and after comes 156.00G.043 (Having first made a Natural bridge, to pass 156.00G.044 For many leagues) far greater than it was, 156.00G.045 May't not be said, that her grave shall restore 156.00G.046 Her, greater, purer, firmer than before? 156.00G.047 Heaven may say this, and joy in't but can we 156.00G.048 Who live, and lack her here, this vantage see? 156.00G.049 What is't to us, alas, if there have been 156.00G.050 An angel made a Throne, or Cherubin? 156.00G.051 We lose by't: and as aged men are glad 156.00G.052 Being tastless grown, to joy in joyes they had, 156.00G.053 So now the sick-starv'd world must feed upon 156.00G.054 This joy, that we had her, who now is gon. 156.00G.055 Rejoyce then Nature, and this world, that you, 156.00G.056 Fearing the last fires hastning to subdue 156.00G.057 Your force and vigor, ere it were near gon, 156.00G.058 Wisely bestow'd and laid it all on one; [CW:One][miscatch] 156.00G.059 One, whose clear body was so pure and thin, [P6] 156.00G.060 Because it need disguise no thought within, 156.00G.061 'Twas but a through light scarf her mind t'#enroul; 156.00G.062 Or exhalation breath'd out from her Soul. 156.00G.063 One, whom all men, who durst no more, admir'd: 156.00G.064 And whom, who ere had worth enough, desir'd; 156.00G.065 As when a Temple's built, Saints emulate 156.00G.066 To which of them it shall be consecrate. 156.00G.067 But, as when heaven looks on us with new eyes, 156.00G.068 Those new stars every Artist exercise, 156.00G.069 What place they should assign to them they doubt, 156.00G.070 Argue, and agree not, till those stars go out: 156.00G.071 So the world studied whose this peece should be, 156.00G.072 Till she can be no bodies else, nor she: 156.00G.073 But like a lamp of Balsamum, desir'd 156.00G.074 Rather t'adorn, than last, she soon expir'd, 156.00G.075 Cloath'd in her virgin white integrity, 156.00G.076 For marriage, though it doth not stain, doth die. 156.00G.077 To scape the infirmities which wait upon 156.00G.078 Woman, she went away before sh'#was one; 156.00G.079 And the worlds busie noyse to overcome, 156.00G.080 Took so much death as serv'd for %1Opium;%2 156.00G.081 For though she could not, nor could chuse to die, 156.00G.082 Sh'ath yeelded to too long an extasie: 156.00G.083 He which not knowing her sad History, 156.00G.084 Should come to read the book of destiny, 156.00G.085 How fair, and chast, humble and high sh'ad been, 156.00G.086 Much promis'd, much perform'd, at not fifteen, 156.00G.087 And measuring future things, by things before, 156.00G.088 Should turn the leaf to read, and read no more, 156.00G.089 Would think that either destiny mistook, 156.00G.090 Or that some leaves were torn out of the book, 156.00G.091 But 'tis not so; Fate did but usher her 156.00G.092 To years of reasons use, and then infer [CW:Her] 156.00G.093 Her destiny to her self, which liberty [P6v] 156.00G.094 She took, but for thus much, thus much to die, 156.00G.095 Her modesty not suffering her to be 156.00G.096 Fellow-Commissioner with Destiny, 156.00G.097 She did no more but die; if after her 156.00G.098 Any shall live, which dare true good prefer; 156.00G.099 Every such person is her delegate, 156.00G.100 T'accomplish that which should have been her Fate. 156.00G.101 They shall make up that Book, and shall have thanks 156.00G.102 Of Fate, and her, for filling up their blanks. 156.00G.103 For future vertuous deeds are Legacies, 156.00G.104 Which from the gift of her example rise; 156.00G.105 And 'tis in heav'n part of spiritual mirth, 156.00G.106 To see how well the good play her, on earth. 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