IDENTILIN$$  F147SP1|BedfCab|MS 49.B.43|f. 92r-v\GAS\o\5-16-90\P:GAS\o\7-24-95\C:JSC\'95;7-23-01
147.SP1.0HE  %XEpitaph
147.SP1.001  Madam. /That I might make your Cabinett my tombe
147.SP1.002  And for my fame, w%5ch%6 I love next my soule
147.SP1.003  Next to my soule provide the happiest roome
147.SP1.004  Admitt to y%5t%6 place this last farewell scroule,
147.SP1.005  O then by testament give legacies; But I
147.SP1.006  Dying, of yo,%5w%6 doe begge a legacie.|
147.SP1.HE2  %XOmnibus.|
147.SP1.007  My fortune, and my Ioyce this Custome breake
147.SP1.008  When we are speechles growne, to make stones speake,
147.SP1.009  Though noe stone tell thee what I was, yett thou
147.SP1.010  In my graues inside see, what thou art now,
147.SP1.011  Yett thou art not yett so good; Till vs death lay
147.SP1.012  To ripe and mellow here, we are stubborne clay,
147.SP1.013  Parents make vs earth: And soules dignify
147.SP1.014  Vs to be glass, Here to grow gold, we lye;
147.SP1.015  Whilest in our soules, sinne bred and pampred is,
147.SP1.016  Our soules become wormeaten Carkases.
147.SP1.017  So we our selves miraculously destroy,
147.SP1.018  Here bodies w.%5th%6 less miracle enjoy
147.SP1.019  Such priv%Ye%Z>i<ledges; enabled here to scale
147.SP1.020  Heaven, when the Trumpets Ayre shall the%M exhale [CW:Heare]
147.SP1.021  Here this, and mend thyself, and thou mendst me,  [92v]
147.SP1.022  By making me being dead, doe good to thee.
147.SP1.023  And thinke me well Composd, that I could now
147.SP1.024  A last sick hower two Sillables allowe.|
147.SP1.0SS  scribal flourish
147.SP1.0$$  l. 2, 4, 6 ind. 5 sp; both HE centered