IDENTILIN$$ F008DT1| Dublin I, ms. 877| f.f. 25v-27| \E: EWS\o\? |C:GAS, mf, 9-13-94 008.DT1.0HE %1Elegie.%2| 008.DT1.001 Not that in Collour it was like thy haire 008.DT1.002 for Armelets of that, thou maist let mee weare; 008.DT1.003 nor y%5t%6 thys hand it ofte embrace'd, and kist, 008.DT1.004 for soe it had y%5t%6 good w%5ch%6 ofte I mist: 008.DT1.005 nor for y%5t%6 silly old morality, 008.DT1.006 that as those links are tied, our loue should bee, 008.DT1.007 Mourne I: that I thy 7. fold chaine haue lost, 008.DT1.008 nor for the luck sake, but the bitter cost. 008.DT1.009 Oh shall 12. righteous Angells, w%5ch%6 as yet 008.DT1.010 noe leauen of vild soder did admitt; 008.DT1.011 nor yet by any fault haue straid, & gone 008.DT1.012 from the first state of their creation; 008.DT1.013 Angells w%5ch%6 heauen commanded to prouide[cw:all] 008.DT1.014 All things to mee, & bee my faithfull guide;[f.26] 008.DT1.015 to gaine newe friends, to appease great enemies, 008.DT1.016 to comfort my soule when I lye, or rise, 008.DT1.017 shall these 12. Innocents, by thy seuere 008.DT1.018 sentence, dread Iudge, my sinns great burthen beare? 008.DT1.019 shall they bee damn'd, and in the furnace throwne, 008.DT1.020 and punish'd for offences not their owne? 008.DT1.021 they saue not mee; they doe not ease my paines; 008.DT1.022 When in y%5t%6 hell they'are burnt, & tyed in chaynes. 008.DT1.023 were they but crownes of ffrance I car'de not, 008.DT1.024 for most of them their naturall countrey rott 008.DT1.025 I thinke possesseth; they come here to vs 008.DT1.026 Soe leane, soe lame, soe pale, soe ruinous; 008.DT1.027 and howesoere ffrench kings most christian bee, 008.DT1.028 their crownes are circumcis'de most Iewishly; 008.DT1.029 or were they spanish stamps, still trauellinge 008.DT1.030 that are become as Catholique as their kinge. 008.DT1.031 those vnlick'd beare-whelps; vnfilld pistoletts, 008.DT1.032 that more then Cannon shott, aveiles, or letts; 008.DT1.033 w%5ch%6 negligently left vnrounded, look 008.DT1.034 like many=angled figures in the book 008.DT1.035 of some great Coniurer, w%5ch%6 would enforce 008.DT1.036 nature, as these doe iustice from her course; 008.DT1.037 w%5ch%6, as the soule quickens head, feet, & heart; 008.DT1.038 as streames like veines, run through th'earths euery part, 008.DT1.039 visit all countreyes, and haue slily made 008.DT1.040 Gorgeous ffrance, ruin'd, ragged, and decayed; 008.DT1.041 Scotland, w%5ch%6 knewe noe state, prowde in one day 008.DT1.042 and mangled .17. headed Belgia: 008.DT1.043 or were it such gold as that, wherew%5th%6all, 008.DT1.044 almighty Chimycks from each Minerall 008.DT1.045 haueing by subtle-fire a soule out-pull'd, 008.DT1.046 are durtily, and desperatly gull'd,[cw:I#would] 008.DT1.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire, they were in,[f.26v] 008.DT1.048 for they are guiltie of much hainous sinn; 008.DT1.049 but shall my harmless angells perish? shall 008.DT1.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my food, my all? 008.DT1.051 much hope w%5ch%6 they should nourish, wilbee dead, 008.DT1.052 much of my able youth, and lustyhead 008.DT1.053 will vanish, if thou loue, let them alone, 008.DT1.054 for thou wilt loue mee lesse, when they are gone: 008.DT1.055 Oh bee content y%5t%6 some loude squeaking Crier 008.DT1.056 Well pleas'd w%5th%6 one leane thred-bare groat for hier, 008.DT1.057 may like a Deuill roare through euery street, 008.DT1.058 and gall the finders conscience, if they meete, 008.DT1.059 or lett mee creepe to some dread Coniurer, 008.DT1.060 w%5ch%6 w%5th%6 fantastique scenes, fulfills much paper 008.DT1.061 w%5ch%6 haue diuided heauen in tenements, 008.DT1.062 and w%5th%6 whores, theeues, & murtherers, stuffd her rents 008.DT1.063 soe full, y%5t%6 though hee pass them all in sinn, 008.DT1.064 hee leaues himself noe roome to enter in; 008.DT1.065 and if when all his art, and tyme is spent 008.DT1.066 hee say, t'will nere bee found (oh bee content) 008.DT1.067 receiue from him the doome vngrudgingly, 008.DT1.068 because hee is the mouth of Destinye, 008.DT1.069 thou say'st alass, y%5e%6 gold doth still remaine 008.DT1.070 though it bee chaung'd, & putt into a chaine: 008.DT1.071 soe in the first fall'n Angells resteth still 008.DT1.072 wisdome, & knowledge, but t'is turn'd to ill: 008.DT1.073 as these should doe good works, and should prouide 008.DT1.074 necessities, but nowe must nurse thy pride; 008.DT1.075 and they are still bad Angells, mine are none 008.DT1.076 for forme giues being, and their forme is gone 008.DT1.077 pitty these Angells yet, their dignities 008.DT1.078 passe Vertues, powers, & principallities, 008.DT1.079 but thou art resolute, they will bee done 008.DT1.080 Yet w%5th%6 such an anguish, as her only sonne[cw:the] 008.DT1.081 the mother in y%5e%6 hungrie graue doth laye,[f.27] 008.DT1.082 vnto the fire, these martyrs I betraye. 008.DT1.083 good soules, for you giue life to euery thinge, 008.DT1.084 good angells, for good messages you bringe, 008.DT1.085 destin'd yo%5u%6 might haue beene to such a one 008.DT1.086 as would haue lou'd, & worshipp'd you alone. 008.DT1.087 one w%5ch%6 would suffer hunger, nakednesse, 008.DT1.088 yea death ere hee would make yo%5r%6 nomber lesse, 008.DT1.089 but I am guilty of yo%5r%6 sad decaye, 008.DT1.090 may yo%5r%6 fellowes w%5th%6 mee longer stay. 008.DT1.091 But oh thou wretched finder, whom I hate 008.DT1.092 soe much, that I almost pittie thy estate 008.DT1.093 Gold being the heauiest mettall amongst all, 008.DT1.094 may my most heauy curse vpon thee fall, 008.DT1.095 here fettred, manacled, & hang'd in chaines 008.DT1.096 first maist thou bee, then chain'd to hellish paines, 008.DT1.097 or bee w%5th%6 forraine gold brib'de to betray 008.DT1.098 thy countrey, & faile both of y%5t%6, and thy paye. 008.DT1.099 may the next thinge thou stoop'st to reach, conteine 008.DT1.100 poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moist braine. 008.DT1.101 or libells, or some interdicted thinge 008.DT1.102 w%5ch%6 negligently kept, thy ruine, bring. 008.DT1.103 Lust-bred diseases, rott thee, & dwell w%5th%6 thee 008.DT1.104 Itchy desire, and noe abilitie, 008.DT1.105 may all the hurt y%5t%6 euer gold hath wrought 008.DT1.106 all mischiefes w%5ch%6 all deuills euer thought, 008.DT1.107 want after plenty, poore, and gowty age 008.DT1.108 the plagues of trauellers, loue, and marriage 008.DT1.109 afflict thee, and at thy liues latest moment, 008.DT1.110 may thy swolne sinns themselues to thee present. 008.DT1.111 but I forgiue, repent thou honest man, 008.DT1.112 gold is restoratiue, restore it than. 008.DT1.113 or if w%5th%6 it thou beest loath to depart 008.DT1.114 because t'is cordiall; would twere at thy heart. 008.DT1.0SS ffinis| 008.DT1.0$$ I. 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