IDENTILIN$$ F008SP1/ElBrac MS 49.B.43 (ff. 21-23mod)/ TJS/mf/4-21-92/cor GAS/o/8-4-92 008.SP1.HE1 %XElegie. 1. 008.SP1.001 N%+ot that in colour it was like thy haire, 008.SP1.002 ffor Armeletts of that, thou ma'yst lett mee weare; 008.SP1.003 Nor that thy hand is->>it< oft embrac't, and kist: 008.SP1.004 ffor soe it had the good, w%5ch%6 oft I mist. 008.SP1.005 Nor for the seelie old moralitie, 008.SP1.006 That as those linckes are tyed, o%5r%6 loves should bee. 008.SP1.007 Mourne I, that thy sevenfold Chaine haue lost; 008.SP1.008 Nor for the lucke sake, but the bitter Cost. 008.SP1.009 Oh! shall twelve righteous Angelles, w%5ch%6 as yet 008.SP1.010 No leuen of vild Solder did admitt; 008.SP1.011 Nor yet by anie fault haue strayde, or gone 008.SP1.012 ffrom the first state of their creation. 008.SP1.013 Angelles, w%5ch%6 Heav'ne comaunded to provide 008.SP1.014 All thinges to mee, and bee my faithfull Guide, 008.SP1.015 To gaine new freindse, to appease great Enemies, 008.SP1.016 To comfort my Soule when I lie, or rise. 008.SP1.017 Shall these twelue Innocents by the->>thy< severe 008.SP1.018 Sentence (dread Iudge) my Sins great burthen beare? 008.SP1.019 Shall they bee dam'nd,? and in the furnace throwne? 008.SP1.020 And punished for offences not theire owne? 008.SP1.021 They save not mee, they doe not ease my paines, 008.SP1.022 When in that Hell they are burnt, and tyed in Chaines. 008.SP1.023 Weare they but Crownes of ffraunce I cared not, [CW: ffor] 008.SP1.024 ffor most of them, their naturall Countrie rott [f. 21v 008.SP1.025 I think possesseth, they come heere to Vs 008.SP1.026 Soe leane, soe pale, soe lame, so ruinous. 008.SP1.027 And howsoere French-Kinges most christian bee 008.SP1.028 Their Crownes are circumsi'zd most Iewishlie. 008.SP1.029 Or were they Spanishe-stampes, still travayling 008.SP1.030 That are become as catholique, as their King. 008.SP1.031 Those vnlick't Beare-whelpes, vnfil'd Pistolets 008.SP1.032 That more then Cannon-shott avayles, or lettes. 008.SP1.033 W%5ch%6 negligentlie left vn-rounded, looke 008.SP1.034 Lyke manie angled figures in the Booke 008.SP1.035 Of some great Coniurer, w%5ch%6 would enforce 008.SP1.036 Nature, as these doe Iustice from her Course. 008.SP1.037 Which as the Soule quickens head, foote, and hart 008.SP1.038 As streames, like vaines runnes through th'Earths euery-\(part 008.SP1.039 Visitt all Countries, and haue slilie made 008.SP1.040 Gorgeous france ruind, ragged, and decaide. 008.SP1.041 Scotland, w%5ch%6 knewe noe State, prowde in one daye 008.SP1.042 And mangled seuenteene-headded Belgia. 008.SP1.043 Or were it such Gold as that, wherwithall 008.SP1.044 Almightie Chimickes from each Minerall 008.SP1.045 Having by subtle fire a Soule out-puld 008.SP1.046 Are durtelie, and desperatelie guld. 008.SP1.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire they were in, 008.SP1.048 ffor they are guiltie of much haynous Sinn. [CW: But] 008.SP1.049 But shall my harmelesse Angells perishe? Shall [f. 22r 008.SP1.050 I loose my Guard, my life, my food, my All? 008.SP1.051 Much hope, w%5ch%6 they should nourishe will bee dead 008.SP1.052 Much of my able youth, and Lustiehead 008.SP1.053 Will b>%>vd%Vread< Coniurer 008.SP1.060 W%5ch%6 with fantastique Scheame>s< fulfills much Paper, 008.SP1.061 W%5ch%6 hath devided Heauen in Tenementes 008.SP1.062 And with Whores, Theeues, & Murtherers stuft her rentes 008.SP1.063 Soe full, that thoughe hee passe them all in Sinn, 008.SP1.064 Hee leaves himself noe roome to enter in. 008.SP1.065 And if when all his Art, and time is spent, 008.SP1.066 Hee saie, t'will nere bee found, oh bee content, 008.SP1.067 Receiue from him the doome vngrudginglie, 008.SP1.068 Because hee is the Mouthe of Destenie. 008.SP1.069 Thou saiest, alas! the Gold doth still remaine 008.SP1.070 Thoughe it bee chaunged, and putt into a Chaine. 008.SP1.071 Soe in the first-falne Angells resteth still 008.SP1.072 Wisedome, and knowledge, but tis tur'nd to ill, 008.SP1.073 As those should doe good workes, and should provide [CW: Necessities] 008.SP1.074 Necessities but now must nurse thy Pride. [f. 22v] 008.SP1.075 And they are still bad Angelles, myne are none 008.SP1.076 ffor forme giues beeing and their forme is gone. 008.SP1.077 Pittie theis Angelles, yet their dignities 008.SP1.078 Passe vertuous powers, and principalities. 008.SP1.079 But thou art resolute; Thy will bee done, 008.SP1.080 Yet with such anguishe as her onelie Sonne 008.SP1.081 The Mother in the hungrie grave doth laye, 008.SP1.082 Vnto the fire those Martyrs I betraye. 008.SP1.083 Good Soules, for yow giue life to euerie thing 008.SP1.084 Good Angells, for good Messages yow bring. 008.SP1.085 Desty'nd yow might haue bene to such an One, 008.SP1.086 As would haue lov'd, and worshipt yow alone. 008.SP1.087 One w%5ch%6 would suffer hungar, nakednes; 008.SP1.088 Yea death, >or%>ere< hee would make yo%5r%6 number lesse. 008.SP1.089 But I am guiltie of your sadd decaye 008.SP1.090 May your fewe fellowes longer with mee staye. 008.SP1.091 But oh thou wretched finder, whome I hate 008.SP1.092 Soe much, that I almost pittie thy State; 008.SP1.093 Gold being the heaviest Mettaile amongst all, 008.SP1.094 Maie my most heavie Curse vpon thee fall. 008.SP1.095 Heere fettered, manacled, and han'gd in Chaines, 008.SP1.096 ffirst maist thou bee, then chaind in hellish paines. 008.SP1.097 Or bee with forraigne Gold, bri'bd to betraye 008.SP1.098 Thy Countrie, and faile both of that, and thy Paye. [CW: Maie.] 008.SP1.099 Maie the next thing, thou stoop'st to reach contayne [f. 23r 008.SP1.100 Poison, whose nimble fume rotte thy mo>%Vi