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008.00G.0HE %XE%9legie%0 XII. 
008.00G.001 N%+Ot that in colour it was like thy hair,
008.00G.002 Armelets of that thou maist still let me wear:
008.00G.003 Nor that thy hand it oft embrac'd and kist,
008.00G.004 For so it had that good, which oft I mist:
008.00G.005 Nor for that silly old morality,
008.00G.006 That as these links were knit, our loves should be:
008.00G.007 Mourn I, that I thy sevenfold chain have lost:
008.00G.008 Nor for the luck-sake; but the bitter cost.
008.00G.009 O, shall twelve righteous Angels, which as yet
008.00G.010 No leaven of vile soder did admit:
008.00G.011 Nor yet by any way have straid or gone
008.00G.012 From the first state of their Creation:
008.00G.013 Angels, which heaven commanded to provide
008.00G.014 All things to me, and be my faithful guide:
008.00G.015 To gain new friends, t'appease old enemies:
008.00G.016 To comfort my soul, when I lie or rise.
008.00G.017 Shall these twelve innocents, by thy severe
008.00G.018 Sentence (dread Judge) my sins great burden bear?
008.00G.019 Shall they be damn'd, and in the furnace thrown,
008.00G.020 And punisht for offences not their own?
008.00G.021 They save not me, they do not ease my pains,
008.00G.022 When in that hell they'are burnt and ty'd in chains:
008.00G.023 Were they but Crowns of France, I cared not,
008.00G.024 For, most of them, their natural Country rot
008.00G.025 I think possesseth, they come here to us,
008.00G.026 So pale, so lame, so lean, so ruinous;
008.00G.027 And howsoe'r French Kings most Christian be,
008.00G.028 Their Crowns are circumcis'd most Jewishly;
008.00G.029 Or were they Spanish Stamps still travelling,
008.00G.030 That are become as Catholique as their King, [CW:Those]
008.00G.031 Those unlickt bear-whelps, unfil'd pistolets [p.82]
008.00G.032 That (more then Cannon shot) availes or lets;
008.00G.033 Which negligently left unrounded, look
008.00G.034 Like many angled figures in the book
008.00G.035 Of some dread Conjurer that would enforce
008.00G.036 Nature, as these do justice from her course.
008.00G.037 Which, as the soul quickens head, feet, and heart,
008.00G.038 As streams like veins, run through th'earth's every part,
008.00G.039 Visit all Countries, and have slily made
008.00G.040 Gorgeous %1France%2, ruin'd, ragged, and decay'd;
008.00G.041 %1Scotland%2, which knew no State, proud in one day:
008.00G.042 And mangled seventeen-headed %1Belgia%2:
008.00G.043 Or were it such gold as that wherewithall
008.00G.044 Almighty %1Chimiques%2 from each Mineral,
008.00G.045 Having by subtle fire a soul out-pull'd;
008.00G.046 Are dirtily and desperately gull'd:
008.00G.047 I would not spit to quench the fire they'are in,
008.00G.048 For, they are guilty of much hainous sin.
008.00G.049 But shall my harmless angels perish? Shall
008.00G.050 I lose my guard, my ease, my food, my all?
008.00G.051 Much hope which they should nourish will be dead.
008.00G.052 Much of my able youth, and lusty head
008.00G.053 Will vanish, if thou Love let them alone,
008.00G.054 For thou wilt love me less when they are gone,
008.00G.055 And be content that some lowd squeaking Cryer
008.00G.056 Well pleas'd with one lean thred-bare groat for hire, 
008.00G.057 May like a devil roar through every street;
008.00G.058 And gall the finders conscience, if they meet.
008.00G.059 Or let me creep to some dread Conjurer,[~;(CtY)]
008.00G.060 That with phantastique scenes fils full much paper:
008.00G.061 Which hath divided heaven in tenements,
008.00G.062 And with whores, theeves, and murderers stuft his rents
008.00G.063 So full, that though he place them all in sin,
008.00G.064 He leaves himself no room to enter in. [CW:But]
008.00G.065 But if, when all his art and time is spent, [p.83]
008.00G.066 He say 'twill ne'r be found; yet be content;
008.00G.067 Receive from him the doom ungrudgingly,
008.00G.068 Because he is the mouth of destiny.
008.00G.069 Thou say'st (alas) the gold doth still remain,
008.00G.070 Though it be chang'd and put into a chain,
008.00G.071 So in the first faln Angels, resteth still
008.00G.072 Wisdom and knowledge, but 'tis turn'd to ill:
008.00G.073 As these should do good works: and should provide
008.00G.074 Necessities, but now must nurse thy pride,
008.00G.075 And they are still bad Angels: Mine are none:
008.00G.076 For form gives being: and their form is gone:
008.00G.077 Pity these Angels yet: their dignities
008.00G.078 Pass Virtues, Powers, and Principalities.
008.00G.079 But, thou art resolute: Thy will be done?
008.00G.080 Yet with such anguish, as her only son
008.00G.081 The Mother in the hungry grave doth lay,
008.00G.082 Unto the fire these Martyrs I betray.
008.00G.083 Good souls, (for you give life to every thing)
008.00G.084 Good Angels (for good messages you bring)
008.00G.085 Destin'd you might have been to such an one,
008.00G.086 As would have lov'd and worship'd you alone:
008.00G.087 One that would suffer hunger, nakedness,
008.00G.088 Yea death, e're he would make your number less.
008.00G.089 But I am guilty of your sad decay:
008.00G.090 May your few-fellows longer with me stay.
008.00G.091 But oh thou wretched finder whom I hate
008.00G.092 So, that I almost pity thy estate,
008.00G.093 Gold being the heaviest amongst metals all,
008.00G.094 May my most heavy curse upon thee fall:
008.00G.095 Here fetter'd, manacled, and hang'd in chains,
008.00G.096 First may'st thou be; then chain'd to hellish pains:
008.00G.097 Or be with foraign gold brib'd to betray
008.00G.098 Thy Country, and fail both of it and pay. [CW:May]
008.00G.099 May the next thing thou stoop'st to reach, contain [p.84]
008.00G.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rot thy moist brain:
008.00G.101 Or libels, or some interdicted thing,
008.00G.102 Which negligently kept, thy ruine bring.
008.00G.103 Lust-bred diseases rot thee; and dwell with thee
008.00G.104 Itching desire, and no abilitie.
008.00G.105 May all the evills that gold ever wrought;
008.00G.106 All mischief that all devils ever thought:
008.00G.107 Want after plenty: poor and gouty age:
008.00G.108 The plague of travailers: love and marriage
008.00G.109 Afflict thee; and that thy lives last moment,
008.00G.110 May thy swoln sins themselves to thee present.
008.00G.111 But I forgive: repent thou honest man:
008.00G.112 Gold is restorative, restore it than:
008.00G.113 But if that from it thou beest loath to part,
008.00G.114 Because 'tis cordial, would 'twere at thy heart.
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