IDENTILIN$$ File F008F12 V.a. 262\pp.12-15\JPK\3-12-92\mf\P:TLP\o\6-2-92?\C:JSC 008.F12.0HE Vpon Armilla by D%5r%6 Donne.| 008.F12.001 Not that in colour it was like thy hayre 008.F12.002 Armeletts of that thou still mayst lett mee weare 008.F12.003 Nor that thy hand it oft imbrac'd and kisst 008.F12.004 ffor soe it had that good that oft I mist 008.F12.005 Nor for that silly old Mortality 008.F12.006 That as those lylkes->ly>n>Sentenc'e< great Iudge my Sin great burthen beare 008.F12.019 Shall they bee burnt or in the furnace throwne 008.F12.020 And punished for offences not their owne 008.F12.021 They saue not mee, they doe not ease my paynes 008.F12.022 When in that hell they are burnt and tyed in chaines 008.F12.023 Were they but Crownes of ffrance which come to vs 008.F12.024om 008.F12.025om 008.F12.026 Soe leane, soe pale, soe lame, soe ominous 008.F12.027 And howsoere ffrench Kings ** most Christian **>be< 008.F12.028 Their Crownes are circumcis'd most Iewishly 008.F12.029 Or were the Spanish stampes still havilling 008.F12.030 That are become as Catholique as their King. [CW:Those] 008.F12.031 Those vnlikt whelpes, those vnfild pistoletts [p.13] 008.F12.032 That more then Canon shott avayles or letts 008.F12.033 Which negligently left vnrewarded looke 008.F12.034 Like many angled figures in the Booke 008.F12.035 Of some great Coni%Y**%Z>ur%Vn%Yg%Z<'d ruined and decay>%Ye%Z'%5r%6uiiMur>dnooa>as< her onely Sonne 008.F12.081 The mother in the humane graue %Ydoth%Z doth lay 008.F12.082 Vnto the fire the Martyrs I betray 008.F12.083 Good Soules giue for you giue life to euery thing 008.F12.084 Good Angells for good messages you bring 008.F12.085 Destin'd you might haue bin to such an one 008.F12.086 As liu'd and euer worshipped you alone 008.F12.087 One which could suffer hunger, nakednes 008.F12.088 Yea death ere he would make your number lesse 008.F12.089 But I am guilty of your sad decay 008.F12.090 Oh may your fellowes longer with mee stay 008.F12.091 But thou oh wretched finders whom I hate 008.F12.092 Soe much as I doe pitty thy estate 008.F12.093 Gould being heauiest mettall among all 008.F12.094 May my most heauy curse vpon the fall [CW:Here] 008.F12.095 Here, fettered, mannacled, and hang'd in chaynes [p.15] 008.F12.096 ffirst mayst thou bee, then chayned in hellish paynes 008.F12.097 Or bee with forraigne Go>u