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010.B32.0HE  Elegye:.
010.B32.001  Once, & but once fownd in thy Companee,
010.B32.002  All thy suppos'd Escapes are layd on mee;
010.B32.003  And as a theife at Barr, is question'd there
010.B32.004  By all the men, that haue bin robd that yeare.
010.B32.005  So am I, (by this trayterous meanes surpriz'd)
010.B32.006  By the Hydroptique father catechiz'd.
010.B32.007om 
010.B32.008om 
010.B32.009  Though he hath oft sworne, that he would remove,
010.B32.010  Thy beautyes beauty, & food of our love,
010.B32.011  Hope of his goods, if I with thee weare seene,
010.B32.012  Yett close, and secrett, as our soules wee haue beene.
010.B32.013  Though thy immortall Mother which doth lye,
010.B32.014  Still buried in her bed, yett will not dye, [CW:om]
010.B32.015  Takes this aduantage to sleepe out day light, [98r]
010.B32.016  And watch thy entryes, and retornes all night.
010.B32.017  And when shee takes thy hand, and would seeme kinde,
010.B32.018  Doth search what ringes, And Armeletts shee can finde,
010.B32.019  And Kissing notes the Color of thy face,
010.B32.020  And fearing least Thou art swolne, doth thee Embrace;
010.B32.021  To try, if thou long, doth name strange meates,
010.B32.022  And notes thy palenes, blushings, sighs, and sweates;
010.B32.023  And politiquely will to thee confesse
010.B32.024  The sinnes of her owne youths rancke lustines,
010.B32.025  Yet Love these sorceries did remove, and move
010.B32.026  Thee to gull thyne owne Mother for my love.
010.B32.027  Thy litle brethren which like Faery sprights.
010.B32.028  Oft skipt into our Chamber those sweete nights,
010.B32.029  And Kist, and nigled on thy fathers knee,
010.B32.030  Weare brib'd next day, to tell what they did see;
010.B32.031  The Grimm- eight- foote- high- Iron- bound servingman?
010.B32.032  That oft names God in Oathes, and onlye than,
010.B32.033  Hee, that to barr the first gate, doth as wide
010.B32.034  As the greate Rhodian Colossus stride,
010.B32.035  Which if in Hell no other Paines there weare,
010.B32.036  Makes me feare Hell, because hee must bee there.
010.B32.037  Though by thy father, he weare hir'd for this,
010.B32.038  Could never wittnes any Touch or kisse.
010.B32.039  But oh to Common Ill, I brought w%5th%6 mee,
010.B32.040  That w%5ch%6 betrayd mee to my Enimye.
010.B32.041  A lovde perfume, which at my entrance cryed
010.B32.042  Euen at thy fathers nose, so wee weare spyed.
010.B32.043  When like a Tyrant King that in his bed,
010.B32.044  Smelt gunpouder, the Pale wretch shiuered.
010.B32.045  Had it beene some bad smell, he would haue thought,
010.B32.046  That his owne feete or breath that smell had wrought.
010.B32.047  But as wee in our Ile emprisoned,
010.B32.048  Where Cattell onelye, and diuers doggs are bred,
010.B32.049  The Pretious Vnicornes strange monsters call,
010.B32.050  So thought he good strange that had none at all.
010.B32.051  I taught my silkes, theyre whistling to forbeare,
010.B32.052  Even my opprest shooes, dumbe, & speechlesse weare.
010.B32.053  Only thou bitter sweete, whom I had layd
010.B32.054  Next mee, mee trayterouslye hast betrayd,
010.B32.055  And vnsuspected hast invisibly,
010.B32.056  At once fled vnto him, and stayd with mee.
010.B32.057  Base excrement of Earth, which dost confound
010.B32.058  Sense, from distinguishing the sicke fro%M sound: [CW:om]
010.B32.059  By thee, hee seely amorus sucks his death, [98v]
010.B32.060  By drawing in a leprous harlotts breath.
010.B32.061  By thee, the greatest stayne to mans estate,
010.B32.062  Fall's on vs, to be call'd effeminate.
010.B32.063  Though you bee much lov'd in the Princes hall
010.B32.064  These thinges that seeme, exceede substantiall.
010.B32.065  Gods, when you fum'd on Altars, weare pleas'd well,
010.B32.066  Because you were burnt, not that they lik'd your smell.
010.B32.067  You are lothsome all, beeing taken symplye alone,
010.B32.068  Shall wee love ill thinges ioyn'd, & hate each one?
010.B32.069  Yf you weare good, your good doth sone decay,
010.B32.070  And you are rare, that takes the good away.
010.B32.071  All my perfumes, I giue most willinglye,
010.B32.072  To embalme thy fathers Corse; What will he dye.
010.B32.0SS  [om]
010.B32.0$$  %1Ll. 7-8 om; ll.59-60 wr. scribally above marginal rule; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation%2