IDENTILIN$$ File F008C040 Hyde Ms., ff.7r-8v, 5r-v.\M:G.L.\P:GAS\O\8-11 & 14-92\C:JSC 008.C04.0HE %XOn a chaine. 008.C04.001 X Not that in colour it was like thy haire, 008.C04.002 ffor armelets of that thou maist let me weare: 008.C04.003 ffor that thy hands it oft embracd, & kist, 008.C04.004 ffor soe it heid that which ought I mist: [CW:om] 008.C04.005 Not for that silly old morality, [Fv] 008.C04.006 That as these linkes were tyde, our loues should bee: 008.C04.007 Mourne I, that I thy seuen fold chaine haue lost; 008.C04.008 Not for the lucke sake, but the bitter cost. 008.C04.009 O shall 12 righteous angells, which as yet 008.C04.010 No leauen of the vild siluer did admitt; 008.C04.011 Nor yet by any fault haue strayd, or gone 008.C04.012 ffrom the first state of their creation: 008.C04.013 Angells which heauen commaunded to prouide 008.C04.014 All things to me, and be my faithfull guide 008.C04.015 To gaine new freinds, to appease greate enemies, 008.C04.016 To cum fort my soule, when as I ly, or rise: 008.C04.017 Shall these 12 innocents by thy seuere 008.C04.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my sins greate burthen beare? 008.C04.019 Shall they be damd, and in the furnace throwne? 008.C04.020 And punisht for offences not their owne? 008.C04.021 They saue not me, they doe not ease my paines, 008.C04.022 When in the hell th'are burnt, and tyd in chaines. 008.C04.023 Were they but crownes of Fraunce I card not, 008.C04.024 ffor most of these their naturall cuntries rot 008.C04.025 I thinke possesseth, they come to vs 008.C04.026 Soe pale, soe lame, soe leane, soe ruinous; 008.C04.027 And howsoere French Kings most Christain bee, 008.C04.028 Their crownes are circumsizd most diuilsely. 008.C04.035 Or were they spanish stamps still traveling, 008.C04.036 That are become as Cathlike as their King. 008.C04.037 These vnlikd beare whelps, vnfild Pistolets, 008.C04.038 That more then cannon shot availes, or lets. 008.C04.039 Which negligently left vnrounded, looke 008.C04.040 Lyke many angled figures in the booke 008.C04.041 Off some greate Coniurer, that would enforce 008.C04.042 Nature, as these doe iustice, from her course. 008.C04.029 Which as the soule quickens, head, and hearte, 008.C04.030 As streames lyke vaines run through th'earths empty %V(part. 008.C04.031 Visit all countries, and haue slily made 008.C04.032 Gorgeous Fraunce ruind, ragd, and decayd. 008.C04.033 Scotland whcih knew noe state proud in one day: 008.C04.034 And mangled seuenteene headed Belgia. 008.C04.043 Or were it such gold as that where with all 008.C04.044 Allmighty Chimicks from each minerall, 008.C04.045 Hauing by subtile fire a soule exhalld, 008.C04.046 Are durtily, and desperately glad: 008.C04.047 I would not spit to quench the fire th'are in, 008.C04.048 ffor they are giulty of much hainous sin. [CW:om] 008.C04.049 But shall my harmelesse angells perish? shall [8r] 008.C04.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my foode, my all 008.C04.051 Much hope which they, should nourish will be dead, 008.C04.052 Much of my able youth, and lusty head 008.C04.053 Will vanish, if thou loue let them alone; 008.C04.054 ffor thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone, 008.C04.055 And be content, that some lowd squeaking cryer, 008.C04.056 Well pleasd with one leane thread bare groate for hyer, 008.C04.057 May like a diuill roare through euery streete, 008.C04.058 And gall the finders conscience if he mellte->>meate<. 008.C04.059 Or let me creepe to some dread coniurer, 008.C04.060 That with fantasticke sceanes fills full much paper, 008.C04.061 Which hath diuided heauen in tenements, 008.C04.062 And with whores, theeues, and murtherers stuft his rents 008.C04.063 Soe full, that though hee passe them all in sin, 008.C04.064 He leaues himselfe noe roome to enter in, 008.C04.065 But if when all his art, and time is spent, 008.C04.066 Heele say twill neere be found, yet be content, 008.C04.067 Receiue from him that roome vngrdgingly, 008.C04.068 By cause he is the mouth of destinie.| Pa*s. 008.C04.069 Thou sayst alas the gold doth still remaine 008.C04.070 Though it be changd, & put in to a chaine: 008.C04.071 Soe in the first fallen angells resteth still 008.C04.072 Wisedome, and knowledge; but tis turnd to ill: 008.C04.073 As these should doe good works, & should prouide 008.C04.074 Necessities, but now must nurse thy pride: 008.C04.075 And they are still bad a%Mgell, mine are none, 008.C04.076 ffor forme giues being & their forme is gone. 008.C04.077 Pitty these angells, yet thier dignities 008.C04.078 Passe virtues powers and Principalities: 008.C04.079 But thou art resolute, thy will be done 008.C04.080 Yet with such anguish, as her onely sonne 008.C04.081 The mother in the hungry graue doth lay: 008.C04.082 And to the fier these martirs I betray: [CW:om] 008.C04.083 Good soules, for you giue life to euerie thing, [5v] 008.C04.084 Good Angells, for good messages you bring. 008.C04.085 Destind you might haue beene to such a one 008.C04.086 That would haue loud, and worshipt you alone: 008.C04.087 One that would suffer hunger, nakednesse 008.C04.088 Yea death, ere he would make your number lesse: 008.C04.089 But I am guilty of your sad decay; 008.C04.090 May your few fellowes longer with me stay; 008.C04.091 But o thou wretched finder, whome I hate, 008.C04.092 Soe that I almost pitty thy estate: 008.C04.093 Gold being the heauiest mettall amongst all, 008.C04.094 May my most heauy curse vpon thee fall: 008.C04.095 Here fettered manacled, and hangd in chaines 008.C04.096 ffirst maist thou be, then chaind to hellish paines. 008.C04.097 Or be with forraine gold bribd to betray 008.C04.098 Thy Cuntry, and faile of it, and thy prey. 008.C04.099 May the next thing thou stoopes to reach containe 008.C04.100 Poison, whose nimble fume rotte thy moist braine 008.C04.101 Or libells, or some interdicted thing 008.C04.102 Being negligently kept thy ruine bring. 008.C04.103 Lust bred diseases rot thee, and dwell with thee 008.C04.104 Itching desire, and no ability. 008.C04.105 May all the euills that gold euer wrought, 008.C04.106 All mischeifs, that all Deuils euer thought, 008.C04.107 Want after plenty, poore and gouty age, 008.C04.108 The plagues of trauellers, loue, marriage, 008.C04.109 Afflict thee, & thy luies last moment 008.C04.110 May thy swolne sinues themselues to thee present. 008.C04.111 But I forgiue, repent thee honest man, 008.C04.112 Gold is restoratiue, restore it than: 008.C04.113 But if from it thou beest loath to depart, 008.C04.114 By cause tis cordiall would twere at thy heart.| 008.C04.0SS [om] 008.C04.0$$ ll. 37-42 wrongly inscr. after l. 28 (see l. nos.); last word l. 28 dubious; ll. 1-68 on ff7r-8r; ll. 69-114 on f. 5r-v.