IDENTILIN$$ File F008H07 Harvard, Eng. 966.6\ff.79v-82v\TLP\mf\P:TLP\o\5-12-92\C:JSC 008.H07.0HE |.Elegia Decima Sexta.| 008.H07.001 Not that in Colou%5r%6, it wa%As like thy ha%Ayre 008.H07.002 Nor Armlets of that, thou maist let me wea%Are 008.H07.003 Nor that thy hand, >%Vis< oft embrac't, & kist 008.H07.004 ffor soe yt had ye good, w%5ch%6 oft I mist: [CW:.Nor.] 008.H07.005 Nor for that sillie old mora%Allity [80r.] 008.H07.006 That as those Links a%Are tyde, o%5r%6 Love shold bee 008.H07.007 Mourne I that the[var:>>thy<<] seaven-fowld Chayne ha%Aue lost 008.H07.008 Not for thy[var:>>the<<] Luc%Ake sake but the bytter Cost. 008.H07.009 Oh! Shall twelue righteous Angels, w%5ch%6 a%As yet 008.H07.010 Noe Leaven of vile Soder did Admitt 008.H07.011 Nor yet by any fa%Ault ha%Aue straid or gone 008.H07.012 from the first sta%Ate of their Creatyon. 008.H07.013 Angels w%5ch%6 heavens Coma%Mded to provide 008.H07.014 All things to mee, and be my faithfull Guyde. 008.H07.015 To Gayne new frends, To appease great Enimyes 008.H07.016 To Comfort my sowle, when I ly or rise; 008.H07.017 Shall these twelue Inocents by thy severe 008.H07.018 Sentence (Great Iudge) my syns great burthen \(bear 008.H07.019 Shall they be damn'd, and in thye furna%Ace throwne, 008.H07.020 And pun%Misht for Ofence%As not their o%Awne? 008.H07.021 They saue not me, they doe not ease my Paines 008.H07.022 When in that Hell, they are burnt, & ty'de in Chaines 008.H07.023 Were they but Crownes of ffrance%A, I cared not, 008.H07.024 ffor most of them thei*%5r%6 Na%Atura%Al Cuntry rott; 008.H07.025 I think possetheth: They co%Ame here to vs [CW:.Soe.] 008.H07.026 So leane, so Pale, so Lame and Ruyonous; [80v.] 008.H07.027 And howsoer'e frenc%Ah Kings most Christians bee 008.H07.028 There Crownes are Circu%Mcise'd most %1Iewishly%2. 008.H07.029 Or were they, Spanish stamps still trava%Ailinge 008.H07.030 That a%Are beco%Ame as Catholique as their kinge: 008.H07.031 Those vn-lic%Akt Bear-whelps, vnfyld Pistolets 008.H07.032 That more then Comon[var:>>cannon<<] shots avayles, or letts, 008.H07.033 W%5ch%6 negligently left vnrounded looke 008.H07.034 Like many Angled fygures in y%5e%6 Booke, 008.H07.035 Of some great Coniure%5r%6, w%5ch%6 wold enforc%Ae 008.H07.036 Nature (as thay do Iustic%Ae) from her Course. 008.H07.037 W%5c%Ah%6 as the Sowle quickens head, foot, & hart 008.H07.038 As stream-like vaines run through th'earths eu%5r%6y p%Pt. 008.H07.039 Visit all Cou%Mtryes, and haue slylie mad'e%A 008.H07.040 Gorgeous France ragged, ruynd, & dec%Aayd. 008.H07.041 Scotland w%5c%Ah%6 knew noe state, prowd in one da%Ay 008.H07.042 And ma%Angled seventene-headed Belgia. 008.H07.043 Or were it such Gold, as that, wherw%5t%6hall 008.H07.044 Almightye Chymicks from each Mynerall, 008.H07.045 Ha%Aving by suble fyre a%A Sowle out puld [CW:.Are.] 008.H07.046 Are dirtely, and desperately Guld. [81r.] 008.H07.047 I wold not spit to quen%Ach the fyre they a%Are in 008.H07.048 ffor they a%Are guylty, of much haynous Sin 008.H07.049 But shall my harmles Angels p%Pish? Sha%All 008.H07.050 I loose my Guard, my Ease, my food and all? 008.H07.051 Muc%Ah hope w%5c%Ah%6 they shold nurish wilbe dead 008.H07.052 Muc%Ah of my able yow%5th%6, and livelie-head 008.H07.053 will vanish; If thou Loue me let them a%Alone 008.H07.054 ffor thou wilt Loue me lesse, when they ar gone. 008.H07.055 Oh! be Content y%5t%6 some Lowd Squeakinge Crye%5r%6 008.H07.056 Well pleasd w%5th%6 one lea%Ane-threed-bare Grot for hyer 008.H07.057 May like A Divill roare through eu%5r%6y street 008.H07.058 And ga%All the Fynders Conscience if they meet. 008.H07.059 Or let me Creepe to some d>>%Vr<>thy<<] Pryd; 008.H07.075 And they ar still Badd Angels myne; are none 008.H07.076 ffor forme gives beeing, and their forme is gone 008.H07.077 Pitty these Angels, yet their Dygnities 008.H07.078 Passe Virtues, Powres, and Princ%Aipa%Alities 008.H07.079 But thou art resolute thy will bee done, 008.H07.080 Yet w%5th%6 such Anguish, As her only sonne 008.H07.081 The mothe%5r%6 in the Hungry Graue Doth la%Ay 008.H07.082 Vnto the fyre these Marters, I betray. 008.H07.083 Good Sowles, for yo%5w%6 give life to eu%5r%6y thinge [CW:.Good.] 008.H07.084 Good Angels, for yo%5w%6 good Messages do bringe, [82r] 008.H07.085 Destind yo%5w%6 might ha%Aue bene to suc%Ah a%An one 008.H07.086 As wold ha%Aue lov'd, a%And wor%Ashipt yo%5w%6 a%Alone. 008.H07.087 One, W%5ch%6 wold suffer hunger, Nakednes, 008.H07.088 Yea death, ere hee would make yo%5r%6 nu%Mber lesse 008.H07.089 But I a%Am Guyltie of yo%5r%6 sad deca%Ay 008.H07.090 May%A yo%5r%6 few-fellowes Longe%5r%6 w%5th%6 me sta%Ay. 008.H07.091 But oh thou wretc%Ahed Fynder! whom I hate 008.H07.092 Soe muc%Ah tha%At I almost Pyttie thy esta%ate. 008.H07.093 Gold being heavyest Mettall amongst All 008.H07.094 M>>%Va<&< not Abilitye. 008.H07.105 May a%All the hurt w%5ch%6 euer Gold hath wrought, 008.H07.106 All misc%Aheifs w%5ch%6 all Devills eu%5r%6 thought, 008.H07.107 Want after plenty, Poore, & Gowty Age 008.H07.108 The Plague of Travaile%5r%6s, Love & Ma%Arya%Age 008.H07.109 Afflic%At thee, a%And a%At thy lifes latest Moment 008.H07.110 May thy fowle syns, to thee Themselues p%Psent 008.H07.111 But I forgive thee, Repent y%5w%6 honest Ma%An 008.H07.112 Gold is Restoratiue. Restore it tha%An. 008.H07.113 But if from yt y%5w%6 beest loath to depart 008.H07.114 Beca%Ause 'tis Cordiall. wold 'twere at thy hart. 008.H07.0SS Five whirlwind flourishes separated by dots. 008.H07.0$$ %1no ind; variants in later hand;%2 Car.ms.9./ Ch.i.120 %1penciled in LM at HE%2