IDENTILIN$$ F008VA2| Cat. No.18, ms. 25.F.17 (Nedham ms.)|ff.18v-19v|EWS\x\6-16-86/cor GAS/o/7-29-92
008.VA2.HE1 %XEleg: 1.%5ma%6 The Bracelett
008.VA2.001 Not that in colour it was like thy hayre
008.VA2.002 For arme-letts of that thou mayst let me weare.
008.VA2.003 Nor that thy hand it often embrac'd and kist
008.VA2.004 For so it had that good which oft I mist.
008.VA2.005 Nor for that silly old moralitie
008.VA2.006 That as those linkes are tyed our loues should be,
008.VA2.007 Mourn I that I thy seauen-fold chaine haue lost;
008.VA2.008 Nor for the lucks sake, but the bitter cost.
008.VA2.009 Oh shall twelue righteous Angells, which as yet
008.VA2.010 No leauen of vile soder did admitt?
008.VA2.011 Nor yet by any taint haue strayd or gone
008.VA2.012 From the first state of there Creation?
008.VA2.013 Angells which heauen commanded to prouide
008.VA2.014 All thinges to me and be my faythfull guide.
008.VA2.015 To gaine new frends t'appease greate enemies
008.VA2.016 To comforte my soule when I lye or rise.
008.VA2.017 Shall these twelue innocents, by thy seuere
008.VA2.018 Sentence (dread iudge) my sinnes greate burthen beare?
008.VA2.019 Shall they be damnd'? and in the fornace throwne
008.VA2.020 And punisht for offences not there owne?
008.VA2.021 They saue not me, they do not ease my paynes
008.VA2.022 When in that hell th'are burnt and tyed in chaines.
008.VA2.023 Were they but Crownes of France I cared not
008.VA2.024 For most of them there naturall cuntry rott
008.VA2.025 I thinke possesseth, they come heare to vs
008.VA2.026 So leane, so* pale, so lame, so ruinouse,
008.VA2.027 And howsoere French Kinges most Christian be
008.VA2.028 There Crownes are circumcized most Iewishly.
008.VA2.029 Or were they Spanish stamps still trauailinge
008.VA2.030 That are become as Catholicke as there Kinge
008.VA2.031 Those >>%Yvnul%Z<< vnlickt beare-whelpes, vnfild' Pistoletts
008.VA2.032 That more then Cannon-shott auailes or letts.
008.VA2.033 Which negligently left vnrounded looke
008.VA2.034 Like many angled figures in the booke
008.VA2.035 Of some greate Coniurer; who would enforce
008.VA2.036 Nature, as these do iustice from hir course.
008.VA2.037 Which (as the soule quickneth head, feet, and harte,
008.VA2.038 As streames like vaines run through th'earths euery part)
008.VA2.039 Visite all Cuntries, and haue slilie made
008.VA2.040 Gorgeousse France ragged, ruind and decayd
008.VA2.041 Scotland, which knew no state proud in one day,
008.VA2.042 And mangled seauenteene-headed Belgia.
008.VA2.043 Or were it such gold as that where withall
008.VA2.044 Almightie Chymicks from each minerall
008.VA2.045 Haueinge by subtile fire a soule out puld
008.VA2.046 Are durtilie and desperately guld.
008.VA2.047 I would not spitt to quench the fire they were in [f.19r
008.VA2.048 For they are guiltie of much heynouse sin.
008.VA2.049 But shall my harmelesse Angells perish? shall
008.VA2.050 Shall I loose my guarde, my ease my foode, my All?
008.VA2.051 Much hope which they should nourish wilbe dead
008.VA2.052 Much of my able youth and lusty head,
008.VA2.053 Will vanish; if thou loue lett them alone
008.VA2.054 For thou wilt loue me lesse when they are gone.
008.VA2.055 Oh be content that some lowd-squeakinge Crier
008.VA2.056 Well pleasd with one leane-thrid bare-groate for hire
008.VA2.057 May like a Diuell rore through euery street
008.VA2.058 And gall the finders conscience, if he meet.
008.VA2.059 Oh let me creepe to some dread Coniurer
008.VA2.060 Which with fantastique scheames fullfills much paper
008.VA2.061 Which hath diuided heauen in tenements
008.VA2.062 And with whoores, theeues, and murderers stuffd' his rents,
008.VA2.063 So full that though he passe them all in sinne
008.VA2.064 He leaues him selfe no rome to enter in.
008.VA2.065 And if when all this art and time is spent
008.VA2.066 He say 'twill nee're be found, oh be content
008.VA2.067 Receiue the doome from him vngrudgingly
008.VA2.068 Because he is the mouth of destinie.
008.VA2.069 Thou sayst alasse the gold doth still remaine
008.VA2.070 Though it be changd and put into a chaine.
008.VA2.071 So in those first falne angell resteth still
008.VA2.072 Wisdome and knowledge, but 'tis turnd to ill.
008.VA2.073 As these should do good workes and should prouide
008.VA2.074 Necessities, but now must nurse thy pride.
008.VA2.075 And they are still bad Angells. mine are none
008.VA2.076 For forme giues beinge, and there forme is gone.
008.VA2.077 Pitty these Angells yet, there dignities
008.VA2.078 Past vertues, powers, and principalities,
008.VA2.079 But thou art resolute, thy will be done
008.VA2.080 Yet with such anguish as hir only sonne
008.VA2.081 The mother in the hungry graue doth lay
008.VA2.082 Vnto the fire these Martyrs I betray.
008.VA2.083 Good soules! for yo%5w%6 giue life to euery thinge
008.VA2.084 Good Angells! for good messuages yo%5w%6 bringe.
008.VA2.085 Destind' you might haue beene to such a one
008.VA2.086 As would haue loud' and worshipd' yo%5w%6 alone.
008.VA2.087 One which would suffer hunger, nakednesse
008.VA2.088 Yea death ere he would make yo%5w%6 nunberlesse.
008.VA2.089 But I am guiltie of your sad decay
008.VA2.090 May your few fellowes longer with me stay.
008.VA2.091 But oh thou wretched finder whom I hate
008.VA2.092 So much as I almost pittie thy state.
008.VA2.093 Gold beinge the heauiest mettall amongst all [f.19v]
008.VA2.094 May my most heauy curse vpon thee fall.
008.VA2.095 Heere fettred, manacled, and hangd, in chaynes
008.VA2.096 First mayst thou be then chaynd to hellish paines.
008.VA2.097 Or be with forraigne gold bribd' to betray
008.VA2.098 Thy cuntry, and faile both of it and thy pay.
008.VA2.099 May the next thinge thou stoopst to reach containe
008.VA2.100 Poyson, whose nimble fume rott thy moyst braine.
008.VA2.101 Or libells or some interdicted thinge
008.VA2.102 Which negligently kept thy ruine bringe.
008.VA2.103 Lust bred diseases rott and dwell with thee.
008.VA2.104 Itchy desire and no habilitie.
008.VA2.105 May all the hurt which euer gold hath wrought
008.VA2.106 All mischeifes, which all diuells euer thought
008.VA2.107 Want after plentie, poore and gowtie age
008.VA2.108 The plauges of trauailers loue and marriage
008.VA2.109 Afflict thee, and at thy lifes latest moment
008.VA2.110 May thy swolne sinnes themselues to thee present.
008.VA2.111 But I forgiue. Repent then honest man!
008.VA2.112 Gold is restoratiue, restore it then.
008.VA2.113 Or if with it thou be'st loath to depart
008.VA2.114 Because 'tis cordiall would 't were at thy hart.
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