IDENTILIN$$ File F008C02 CUL Add. 5778\ff.23v-25\GL\mf\P:EWS\o\6-13-92\C:JSC 008.C02.0HE %1Elegie%2. 1%5st%6. 008.C02.001 Not y%5t%6 in couller yt was lyke thy hayre, 008.C02.002 For Armeletts of That, thou mayst let me weare, 008.C02.003 Nor y%5t%6 this hand, yt oft embrac'd and kist, 008.C02.004 For soe yt had that good w%5ch%6 oft I Mist; 008.C02.005 Nor for y%5t%6 seelye olld Moralitye, 008.C02.006 That as those lincks are tyed, our loue shoulld be, 008.C02.007 Mourne I, y%5t%6 I this Seaven folde chayne haue lost, 008.C02.008 Nor for the lucke sake, but y%5e%6 bitter Cost; 008.C02.009 Oh shall xii righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yett 008.C02.010 Noe leaven of vile sodder did admitt, 008.C02.011 Nor yett by any fault haue strayde and gone 008.C02.012 From the first state of theyre Creation; 008.C02.013 Angells w%5ch%6 Heaven commannded to provide 008.C02.014 All things to mee, and be my Faythfull Guide, 008.C02.015 To gaine new Friends, to appease greate Enemyes, 008.C02.016 To comfort my Soule, when I lye, or rise, 008.C02.017 Shall these xii Innocents, by thy severe 008.C02.018 Sentence (Dreade Iudge) my sins greate burthen beare, 008.C02.019 Shall they be damn'd, and in the Furnace throwne, 008.C02.020 And punnish'd for offences not theyre owne? 008.C02.021 They saue not Mee; They doe not ease my paynes, 008.C02.022 When yn that hell, they are burnt, & tyed in Chaynes; 008.C02.023 Were they but Crownes of Fraunce, I car'd not, 008.C02.024 For most of them, theyre Naturall Country rott, 008.C02.025 I thinke possesseth, They come here to vs, 008.C02.026 So leane, so payle, soe lame, soe Ruinous. 008.C02.027 And howsoe're French Kings most Christian be 008.C02.028 Theyre Crownes are Circumcis'd most Iewishlye 008.C02.029 Or weare they Spannish Stamps, still travailinge, 008.C02.030 That are become as Catholique as theyre Kinge. [CW:(Those.] 008.C02.031 Those vnlick'd Beare whelpes, vnfil'd Pistoletts, [24r] 008.C02.032 That more then Cannon shott, Avayles, or letts, 008.C02.033 W%5ch%6 necligentlye left vnrounded, looke 008.C02.034 Lyke many angled ffigures in the booke 008.C02.035 Of some greate Coniurer, w%5ch%6 woulld enforce 008.C02.036 Nature; As these doe Iustice from her Course. 008.C02.037 W%5ch%6 as y%5e%6 Soule quickens heade, feete, and hart, 008.C02.038 As Streames, lyke veynes runs through the earths every part. 008.C02.039 Visitt all Countryes, and haue slylye made 008.C02.040 Gorgeus France ruin'd, ragged, and decayde; 008.C02.041 Scotland w%5ch%6 knewe noe State, Proude in One day, 008.C02.042 And mangled Seaven-teene headed Belgia. 008.C02.043 Or were yt such gold, as y%5t%6 where w%5th%6 all 008.C02.044 Allmightye Chemycks from each Mynerall. 008.C02.045 Haveinge by subtile fyre a Soule out pull'd. 008.C02.046 Are durtylye, and desperatelye Gull'd. 008.C02.047 I woulld not spitt to quench y%5e%6 fyre they were in. 008.C02.048 For they are guiltye of much heynous Syn. 008.C02.049 But shall my harmeles Angells perish? Shall 008.C02.050 I loose my Guard, my ease, my Foode, my All? 008.C02.051 Much hope, w%5ch%6 they shoulld nourish, will be dead 008.C02.052 Much of my able Youth, and Lustyheade. 008.C02.053 Will vanish; yf thou loue, lett them alone, 008.C02.054 For thou wilt loue lesse, when they are gone. 008.C02.055 Oh be Content, That some loude squeakinge Cryer, 008.C02.056 Well pleas'd w%5th%6 one leane thred-bare groate for hyre, 008.C02.057 May lyke a Devill rore thorough every Streete, 008.C02.058 And gall y%5e%6 finders Conscience, yf they meete. 008.C02.059 Or lett me Creepe to some Dreade Coniurer 008.C02.060 W%5ch%6 w%5th%6 Fantastique Scheames fullfills much paper. 008.C02.061 W%5ch%6 hath devided Heaven in Tenements, 008.C02.062 And w%5th%6 whores, Theeves, & Murtherers stuft his Rents, 008.C02.063 Soe full, y%5t%6 though he passe them all in Synne 008.C02.064 He leaves him selfe no roome to enter in. 008.C02.065 And yf when all his Art and tyme, is Spent, 008.C02.066 He say, t'will neere be found, oh be Content. 008.C02.067 Receave from him y%5e%6 doome vngrudginglye 008.C02.068 Because he is y%5e%6 Mouth of Destinye. [CW:(Thou#says't.] 008.C02.069 Thou sayst, Alas y%5e%6 golld doth still remaine, [24v] 008.C02.070 Though yt be chang'd, and put in to a Chayne. 008.C02.071 Soe in the first, fall'n Angells resteth Still, 008.C02.072 Wisdome and Knowledge, but t'is turn'd to Ill, 008.C02.073 As these shoulld doe good workes, and shoulld provide 008.C02.074 Necessityes, but now must nurse thy Pryde. 008.C02.075 And they are still bad Angells, Myne are None, 008.C02.076 For forme giues Beeinge, & theyre forme is gone 008.C02.077 Pyttye these Angells, yett theyre dignityes 008.C02.078 Passe vertues, Powers, and Principalytyes; 008.C02.079 But thou art resolute; Thy will be done. 008.C02.080 Yett with such Anguish, As her onelye Sonne, 008.C02.081 The Mother in y%5e%6 hungrye Grave doth lay, 008.C02.082 Vnto the Fyre these Martyres I betray. 008.C02.083 Good Soules, for you giue Lyfe to every thinge 008.C02.084 Good Angells, for good Messages you bringe. 008.C02.085 Destin'd you might haue beene to such a One, 008.C02.086 As would haue lov'd, and worshipt you alone; 008.C02.087 One w%5ch%6 woulld suffer hungar, nakednes, 008.C02.088 Yea Death, ere he woulld make yo%5r%6 number lesse 008.C02.089 But I am Guiltye of your sad decaye 008.C02.090 May your Few Fellowes longer w%5th%6 mee stay. 008.C02.091 But oh, Thou wretched Finder, whome I hate 008.C02.092 Soe much, That I pyttye thy State; 008.C02.093 Golld beinge the heaviest Mettall amongst All 008.C02.094 May my most heavy Curse vppon y%5e%6 Fall. 008.C02.095 Here fetter'd, man%Macled, and hang'd in Chaynes, 008.C02.096 First mayst thou bee, then chain'd in Hellish paynes. 008.C02.097 Or be w%5th%6 forraigne gould, brib'd to betraye 008.C02.098 Thy Countrye, and fayle both of y%5t%6, and thy Pay. 008.C02.099 May the next thinge, thou stoop'st to reach conteyne, 008.C02.100 Poyson, whose nimble Fume, rott thy Moyst Brayne. 008.C02.101 Or lybells, or some Interdicted Thinge 008.C02.102 W%5ch%6 negligentlye kept, Thy Ruine bringe. 008.C02.103 Lust-bred Diseases Rott Thee, And dwell w%5th%6 Thee, 008.C02.104 Itchy Desyre, And noe Abilytye. 008.C02.105 May all the hurt, w%5ch%6 ever Goulld hath wrought 008.C02.106 All Mischiefes, w%5ch%6 all Devills ever thought. 008.C02.107 Want after plentye, poore, & gouty Age, 008.C02.108 The plagues of Travillers, Loue, and Maryadge [CW:(Afflict] 008.C02.109 Afflict Thee, And at thy lyfes latest Moment, [25r] 008.C02.110 May thy swolne Sins them selves to the present, 008.C02.111 But I forgiue. Repent Thou honest Man, 008.C02.112 Gold is Restorative, Restore yt then. 008.C02.113 Or yf w%5th%6 yt, Thou beest loath to depart, 008.C02.114 Because t'is Cordiall, would t'were at thy Hart.| 008.C02.0SS [om] 008.C02.0$$ $1no ind.%2