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008.B23.0HE  The loss of a chaine:  Elegie|
008.B23.001  Nott that in colour itt was like her hayre
008.B23.002  For Armeletts of that thou maist lett me weare
008.B23.003  Nor that thy hand itt oft imbrac'd, and kist,
008.B23.004  For soe itt had y%5e%6 good, w%5ch%6 of I mist
008.B23.005  Nor for that sillye olde morallitye
008.B23.006  That as those linkes are tyde, our *loues shoulde bee
008.B23.007  Moorne I, that I thy seuen fould chayne haue lost
008.B23.008  Nott for y%5e%6 linkes sake, butt y%5e%6 bitter coste
008.B23.009  Oh shall 12 righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yet
008.B23.010  Noe leaven of vile souldier did admitt,
008.B23.011  Nor yett by any faulte haue strayde, or gone
008.B23.012  From y%5e%6 first state of theire creation,
008.B23.013  Angells w%5ch%6 heaven com%Manded, to prouide
008.B23.014  All thinges to mee, and bee my faythfull guide
008.B23.015  To gaine newe freinds, to appeare new enemyes, [15v]
008.B23.016  To comfort my soule when I lye, or rise,
008.B23.017  Shall these xii innocents by thy seuere
008.B23.018  Sentence (dread iudge) my sinns greate burthen beare
008.B23.019  Shall they bee damn'd, and in y%5e%6 furnace throwne
008.B23.020  And punnish't for offences nott theire owne,
008.B23.021  They saue nott me, they doe nott ease my paynes
008.B23.022  When in thatt hell, they are burn't, and tyed in chaynes.
008.B23.023  Weare they butt crownes of France I cared nott,
008.B23.024  For most of them, theire naturall cunt>r<y*e rott
008.B23.025  I thinke possesseth, they come here to vs
008.B23.026  Soe leane, soe pale, so lame, so ruinous
008.B23.027  And howsoere French kings most christian bee
008.B23.028  Theire crownes are circumsised most Iewishlye,
008.B23.029  Or weare y%5e%6 Spanish stamps still traveling
008.B23.030  That are become as Catholique as theire king,
008.B23.031  Those vnlick't beare-whelpes, vnfill'd pistoletts
008.B23.032  That more then Cannon shott auailes; or letts,
008.B23.033  W%5ch%6 negligently left vncounted, looke
008.B23.034  Like many angled figures in y%5e%6 booke
008.B23.035  Of some greate coniurer, w%5ch%6 could enforce
008.B23.036  Nature, as these doe iustice from her course,
008.B23.037  W%5ch%6, as y%5e%6 soule quickens, head feete and harte
008.B23.038  As streames like vaynes runne through th'earths euery part
008.B23.039  Visitt all cuntryes, and haue slilye made
008.B23.040  Gorgeous France, ruined, ragged, and decayde,
008.B23.041  Scottland w%5ch%6 k>n<ewe noe state, proude in one daye [16]
008.B23.042  And mangled seaventeene-headed Belgia;
008.B23.043  Oh weare itt such golde, as that there-w%5th%6all
008.B23.044  Allmightye chim%Micks from each minnerall
008.B23.045  Having by suttle fire a soule out pullde
008.B23.046  Are durtely, and desperately gullde:
008.B23.047  I would nott spitt to quench y%5e%6 fire they were in
008.B23.048  For they are guiltye of much haynous sinne
008.B23.049  Butt shall my harmeless Angells perish: shall
008.B23.050  I loose my guarde, my ease, my foode, my all?
008.B23.051  Much hope w%5ch%6 they shoulde nourish, will bee dead
008.B23.052  Much of my able youth, and lustihead
008.B23.053  Will vanish; if thou loue lett them alone
008.B23.054  For thou wilt loue me less, when they are gone.
008.B23.055  Oh bee content, that some lowde squi***king cryer
008.B23.056  Well pleasde w%5th%6 one leane thredbare groate for hire,
008.B23.057  May like a Diuell, roare through euerye streete
008.B23.058  And galle y%5e%6 finders conscience, if they meete,
008.B23.059  Oh, lett me creepe to some dreade coniurer,
008.B23.060  W%5ch%6 w%5th%6 Phantastique shreames, fullfills much penurye,
008.B23.061  W%5ch%6 hath diuided heaven into tenements
008.B23.062  And w%5th%6 whores, theues, and murtherers, stuff her rents
008.B23.063  Soe full, that though he pass them all in sinne
008.B23.064  He leaues himselfe noe roome to enter in.
008.B23.065  And if when all his art and time is spent
008.B23.066  He sayes twill nere be founde, oh be content
008.B23.067  Receiue from him y%5e%6 doome vngrudginglye
008.B23.068  Because he is the mouth of destinye.
008.B23.069  Thou sayst alass y%5e%6 golde doth still remayne [16v]
008.B23.070  Though itt bee chang'd, and put into a chayne
008.B23.071  Soe in y%5e%6 first falne Angells resteth still
008.B23.072  Wisdome and knowledge, butt tis turnd to ill
008.B23.073  As these shoulde doe good workes and shoulde p>r<ovide
008.B23.074  Necessityes; but now must nurse thy pride
008.B23.075  And they are still bad Angells, myne are none
008.B23.076  For forme giues beeing, and theire forme is gone;
008.B23.077  Pittye these Angells yett, theire dignityes
008.B23.078  Pass vertues, powers and principallityes;
008.B23.079  But thou ar resolute; thy will be done
008.B23.080  Yet w%5th%6 such anguish, as her only sonne
008.B23.081  The mother in her hungrye graue doth lay;
008.B23.082  Vnto y%5e%6 fire these Martirs I betraye
008.B23.083  Good soules, for you giue life to euerye thinge
008.B23.084  Good Angells, for good messages you bringe,
008.B23.085  Destined, you might haue beene, to such a one
008.B23.086  As would haue lou'd and worship't you alone
008.B23.087  One who woulde suffer hunger, nakedness
008.B23.088  Yea death, ere he would make you numberlesse,
008.B23.089  But I am guiltye of your sadd decaye
008.B23.090  May your few fellowes longer w%5th%6 me staye;
008.B23.091  But oh, thou wretched finder, whome I hate
008.B23.092  So much, that I allmost pittye thy estate
008.B23.093  Golde, beeing the heaviest mettall amongst all
008.B23.094  May my most-heavy curse vppon thee fall:|
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