IDENTILIN$$ File F008H060 Harvard, Eng. 966.5\pp. 154-56\M:GL\mf\P:TLP\o\5-4-92\C:JSC 008.H06.0HE >>P.<< Elegy /To a Lady whose chayne was lost /The Bracelet Armilla 008.H06.001 Not that in colour it was like thy hayre 008.H06.002 (ffor armlets of that thou mayst let mee weare) 008.H06.003 Not that thy hand it oft embrac'd and kist 008.H06.004 (ffor so it had that good w.%5ch%6 oft I mist) 008.H06.005 Nor for that silly old Morality 008.H06.006 That as those linkes are tyd, our hearts should bee 008.H06.007 Mourne I that I thy seuenfold chayne haue lost, 008.H06.008 Nor for the lucks sake, but the bitter cost 008.H06.009 Oh shall 12 righteous Angels, w.%5ch%6 as yet 008.H06.010 No leauen of vile soader did admitt 008.H06.011 Nor yet by any taint haue strayd or gon 008.H06.012 ffrom the first state of theyr Creation 008.H06.013 Angels w.%5ch%6 heauen com%Maunded to prouide 008.H06.014 All things for mee, and bee my faythfull guide, 008.H06.015 To gayne new frinds, t'appease greate enemyes 008.H06.016 To comfort my soule when I lye or rise, 008.H06.017 Shall these 12 Innocents, by thy severe 008.H06.018 Sentence, Dread Iudge) my sinnes greate burden beare? 008.H06.019 Shall they bee burnt, and in the fornace throwne 008.H06.020 And punishd for offences, not theyr owne? 008.H06.021 They saue not mee, they doe not ease my paynes 008.H06.022 When as in Hell th'are burnd and ty'd in chaynes. 008.H06.023 Were they but Crownes of France I cared not 008.H06.024 ffor most of them theyr naturall countrys rott 008.H06.025 I thinke possesseth, they come heere to vs 008.H06.026 So leane, so pale, so lame, so ruinous. 008.H06.027 And how-soe're French kings most Christian bee 008.H06.028 Theyr Crownes ar circumcisd most iewishly [CW:Or--] 008.H06.029 Or were they Spanish stamps still trauelling [81r] 008.H06.030 That are become as Catholique as theyr king 008.H06.031 Those vnlickd Bearewhelps, vnfil'd pistolets 008.H06.032 That more then Canon shott avayles or lets 008.H06.033 W.%5ch%6, negligently left vnrounded, looke 008.H06.034 Like many angled figures in the booke 008.H06.035 Of some greate coniurer, w.%5ch%6 would in force 008.H06.036 Nature, as these doe Iustice, from her course. 008.H06.037 W.%5ch%6, as the Soule, quicken, head, feete, and heart 008.H06.038 As streames, like vaynes, run through th'earths ev%5r%6y p%Pt 008.H06.039 Visite all Countryes, and haue slyly made 008.H06.040 Gorgeous France ragged ruynd and decayd 008.H06.041 Scotland, w%5ch%6 knewe no state, proude in one day, 008.H06.042 And mangled seventeene headed Belgia. 008.H06.043 Or were it such Gold as that wherewithall 008.H06.044 Almighty Chymicks from each minerall 008.H06.045 Hauing by subtill fire a soule out-puld 008.H06.046 Ar durtily, and desperately gulld. 008.H06.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire they were in 008.H06.048 ffor they %Ywere->>ware<%Z>%Var< guilty of much haynous sinne. 008.H06.049 But shall my harmelesse Angels perish? Shall 008.H06.050 I loose my guard, my ease, my foode, my all? 008.H06.051 Much hope w.%5ch%6 they should nourish would bee dead 008.H06.052 Much of my able youth and lusty-head 008.H06.053 Will vanish, if thou, loue, let them alone 008.H06.054 ffor thou will loue mee lesse when they ar gon. 008.H06.055 Oh bee content that some lowde squeaking cryer 008.H06.056 Well pleasd with one leane threadbare grote for hyre 008.H06.057 May like a Diuell roare through every streete 008.H06.058 And gall the finders conscience if they might->>meete<. 008.H06.059 Or let mee creepe to some dread coniurer 008.H06.060 Which with fantastique sceames fulfills much paper 008.H06.061 Which hath diuided %Jheauen%K>var:Hell< in Tenements 008.H06.062 And with whores theeues and murderers filld her Rents [CW:So] 008.H06.063 So full that, though hee passe them all in sinne [81v] 008.H06.064 Hee leaues him selfe no roome to enter in 008.H06.065 And if, when all his Art and time is spent 008.H06.066 Hee say t'will ne're bee found, oh bee content, 008.H06.067 Receaue the doome from him vngrudgingly 008.H06.068 Because hee is the mouth of destiny. 008.H06.069 Thou sayst, alas, the gold doth still remayne 008.H06.070 Though it bee changd and put into a chayne: 008.H06.071 So in those first fall'n Angels resteth still 008.H06.072 Wisedome and knowledge, but tis turnd to ill 008.H06.073 As these should doe good workes, and should prouide 008.H06.074 Necessityes, but now must nurse thy pride, 008.H06.075 And they are still badd Angels, mine are none 008.H06.076 ffor forme giues beeing, and theyr forme is gon 008.H06.077 Pitty these Angels yet, theyr dignities 008.H06.078 Passe vertues, powers, and principalityes. 008.H06.079 But thou art resolute, thy will bee donne 008.H06.080 Yet with such Anguish as his onely sonne 008.H06.081 The mother in the hungry Graue doth lay 008.H06.082 Vnto the fire these Martyrs I betray. 008.H06.083 Good Soules, for yo%5u%6 giue life to every thing 008.H06.084 Good Angels, for good messages you bring. 008.H06.085 Destind you might haue bin to such a one 008.H06.086 As would haue lou'd and worshipd yo%5u%6 alone 008.H06.087 One w.%5ch%6 would suffer hunger, nakednesse. 008.H06.088 Yea death, ere hee would make yo%5r%6 number lesse. 008.H06.089 But I am guilty of yo%5r%6 sadd decay 008.H06.090 May yo%5r%6 few fellowes longer with mee stay. 008.H06.091 But thou o%C wretched finder whome I hate 008.H06.092 So as I almost pitty thy estate. 008.H06.093 Gold being the heauyest mettall amongst all 008.H06.094 May my most heauy curse vpon thee fall. 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