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008.F09.0HE  On the losse of a gold chaine: I: D: .||.
008.F09.001  Not that in colour it was like thy hayre;
008.F09.002  For (armletts off) that still thou letst mee weare:
008.F09.003  Nor that thine hand it oft embrac't & kist;
008.F09.004  For so it had that good which oft I mist:
008.F09.005  Nor for that silly old moralitie,
008.F09.006  That as those links are chaynd, our souls should bee,
008.F09.007  Mourne I, that I thy seven fold chayne have lost,
008.F09.008  Nor for lucks sake: but for that bitter cost.
008.F09.009  Oh shall twelve righteous Angells, which as yett
008.F09.010  No leaven of vile infection did admitt,
008.F09.011  Nor yet by any fate have strayd, or gone
008.F09.012  From the first state of theyr creation;
008.F09.013  Angells which heaven com%Maunded to provide
008.F09.014  All things for mee, & bee my faythfull guide:
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008.F09.017  Shall these twelve Innocents, by thy severe
008.F09.018  Iudgement (dread Iudge) my sins great burden beare? [CW:Shall]
008.F09.019  Shall these bee damnd, & in the fornace throwne? [p.201]
008.F09.020  And punisht for offences not theyr owne?
008.F09.021  They save not mee, they doe not ease my payne,
008.F09.022  When that in hell they're burnt, & tyed in chains.
008.F09.023  Were they but crownes of France I cared not:
008.F09.024  For most of them theyr naturall countries rott
008.F09.025  I thinke possesseth: they come here to vs
008.F09.026  So leane, so lame, so pale, so ruinous.
008.F09.027  And howsoere French kings most Christian bee
008.F09.028  They circumcise theyr Crowns most Iewishly.
008.F09.029  Or were they Spanish stamps, still travelling
008.F09.030  That are become as Catholicke, as theyr king,
008.F09.031  These vnlicked beare whelps, vnfil'd pistoletts
008.F09.032  That more then Canon shott avayls, or letts,
008.F09.033  Which negligently left vnrounded, looke
008.F09.034  Like many angled figures in the booke
008.F09.035  Of some great Conjurer; that would infore
008.F09.036  Nature (as some doe Iustice) from her course.
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008.F09.043  Or were it such gold as that, wher-withall
008.F09.044  High mighty Chymicks, from each minerall  
008.F09.045  Having by subtile fire a Soule outpulld
008.F09.046  Are durty, and most desperately gulld,
008.F09.047  I would not spitt, to quench the fire they'r in:
008.F09.048  For they are guilty of much haynous sinne.
008.F09.049  But shall my righteous Angells perish? shall
008.F09.050  I loose my life, mine ease, my guard & all?
008.F09.051  Much hope, which these should nourish, will bee dead, [CW:Much#of]
008.F09.052  Much of my able youth, & lusty head [p.202]
008.F09.053  Will vanish.  If thou love, lett y.%5m%6 alone;
008.F09.054  For thou wilt love mee lesse, when they are gone:
008.F09.055  And bee content, that some loud squeaking cryer,
008.F09.056  Content with one leane threedbare groat for hire,
008.F09.057  May like a Divell roare through every streete,
008.F09.058  And gall the finders conscience if they meete.
008.F09.059  Or lett mee creepe to some dread Conjurer
008.F09.060  That with fantastique lines fills much pa-per;
008.F09.061  That hath divided hell in tenements,
008.F09.062  And with whores, theevs, & murtherers stufft his rents
008.F09.063  So full, that though hee passe y%5m%6 all in sinne,
008.F09.064  Hee leaves no roome for him to enter in.
008.F09.065  And if, when all his time & art is spent,
008.F09.066  There will bee nothing found: yet bee content,
008.F09.067  Receive from him thy doome vngrudgingly,
008.F09.068  Because hee is the mouth of Destiny.
008.F09.069  Alas, thou sayst, the Gold doth yet remayne:
008.F09.070  Though it bee changde, & turned to a Chaine.
008.F09.071  So in the first falln Angells resteth still
008.F09.072  Wisdome & Knowledge, but 'tis turnd to ill:
008.F09.073  As these, should doe good works, & should provide
008.F09.074  Things necessary, now must nurse thy pride.
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008.F09.089  But I am guilty of your sadd decay:
008.F09.090  May its fellowes with mee no longer stay. [CW:/But#thou]
008.F09.091  But thou (o%C wretched finder) whom I hate [p.203]
008.F09.092  So much that I almost pitty thy state;
008.F09.093  Gold being the heavyest mettall, amongst all;
008.F09.094  May my most heavy curse vpon thee fall.
008.F09.095  Heere fetterd, manacled, & tyed in chaynes
008.F09.096  First mayst thou bee; then chaynd in hellish paines.
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008.F09.099  May the next thing thou stoopst to reach, containe
008.F09.100  Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moyst brayne.
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008.F09.103  Lust-bredd diseases rott thee; and dwell with thee
008.F09.104  Itchy desires, and noe ability.
008.F09.105  May all the ill that ever Gold hath wrought
008.F09.106  All mischiefe that the Divells ever thought:
008.F09.107  Want after plenty; poore and gouty age
008.F09.108  The plague of traveller; love, marriage
008.F09.109  Afflict thee: and at thy lifes last moment 
008.F09.110  May thy swolne sins themselves to thee present.
008.F09.111  But I forgive: repent thou honest man.
008.F09.112  Gold is restorative: restore it than.
008.F09.113  But yet, if from it thou art loath to parte,
008.F09.114  Because 'tis cordiall, would twere at thy heart.
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