IDENTILIN$$  File 010B460  Stowe 961, ff.28-29.  G.L., GAS/o/7-18-92
010.B46.0HE  Elegie.[cluster of six grapes]
010.B46.001  Once, and but once, founde in thy Companie
010.B46.002  All thy supposed scapes are laide on me.
010.B46.003  And as a thiefe as Barr is questiond there
010.B46.004  By all the men that haue bin robd that yeare.
010.B46.005  So am I (by this traiterous meanes surprisd)
010.B46.006  By thy Hydropique father Catechisd.
010.B46.007  Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes
010.B46.008  As though he came to kill a Cockatrice
010.B46.009  Though he haue ofte Sworne, that he would remoue
010.B46.010  Thy beauties beautie, and foode of our Loue,
010.B46.011  Hope of his goods, if I with thee were sene
010.B46.012  Yet close and Secret as our Soules w'ha bin
010.B46.013  Though thy immortall Mother which doth lie
010.B46.014  Still buried in hir bed, yet will not die
010.B46.015  Take this aduantage to sleepe out day light
010.B46.016  And watch thy entries and returnes all night
010.B46.017  And when she takes thy hand, and would seeme kinde
010.B46.018  Doth seeke what rings and Armlets she can finde
010.B46.019  And kissinge, notes the collour of thy face
010.B46.020  And fearing least th'art Swolne doth thee imbrace
010.B46.021  And to trie if thou longest, doth name strange meates
010.B46.022  And notes thy palenes blushing, Sighes and Sweates.
010.B46.023  And politiquely will to thee professe
010.B46.024  The Sins of hir youths owne rancke lustines
010.B46.025  Yet Loue these Sorceries did remoue; and moue
010.B46.026  Thee to gull thine owne Mother for my Loue.[CW:om]
010.B46.027  Thy little Breathren, which like Phaery Sprights[28v]
010.B46.028  Ofte skipt into our Chamber those Sweet nights
010.B46.029  And kist, and dandled on thy fathers knee
010.B46.030  Were bribd, next day to tell, what they did see.
010.B46.031  The Grim eight= foote= highe= iron= bound Servingman
010.B46.032  That ofte names God in oathes, and only than
010.B46.033  He, that to bar the first Gate doth as wide
010.B46.034  As the great Rhodian Colossus, stride
010.B46.035  Which if in hell, no other paines there were
010.B46.036  Makes me feare hell, because he must come there
010.B46.037  Though by thy father, he were hir'd for this
010.B46.038  Could neuer wittnes any touch, or kesse.
010.B46.039  But oh!  too common ill I brought with me
010.B46.040  That which betrayde me to mine enemy
010.B46.041  A lowde perfume, which at my entrance cride
010.B46.042  Euen at my fathers Nose, so were we spide
010.B46.043  Then like a tyrant Kinge which in his Bed
010.B46.044  Smelt Gunpowder, the pale wretch shiuered
010.B46.045  Had it bin some Small bad smell, he would ha thought
010.B46.046  That his owne breath or Feete, that Smell had wrought.
010.B46.047  But as we in our Ile imprisoned
010.B46.048  Where only Cattell, and Some Dogs are bred
010.B46.049  The pretious Vnicornes strange Monsters call
010.B46.050  So Thought he good, strange, that had none at all.
010.B46.051  I taught my silks, theire whistlinge, to forbeare
010.B46.052  E'ne my opprest shoes dumbe, and Speechles weare[CW:om]
010.B46.053  Only thou bitter Sweet, whom I had laide[29]
010.B46.054  Next me, me traiterouslie betraide
010.B46.055  And vnsuspected hast inviseblie
010.B46.056  At once fled vnto him and staide with me
010.B46.057  Base excrement of earth, which dost confound
010.B46.058  Sence, from distinguishinge the Sicke from Sound
010.B46.059  By thee the silly amorous, sucks his Death
010.B46.060  By drawinge in a leaporous Harlots breath.
010.B46.061  By thee the greatest staine to mans estate
010.B46.062  Falls on us to be calld effeminate.
010.B46.063  Though thou be much lou'd in the Princes hall
010.B46.064  There, things that seeme, exceede Substantiall
010.B46.065  Gods, when yee fum'd on Altars were pleasd well
010.B46.066  That you were burn't, not that they lik't your Smell.
010.B46.067  Y'are loathsome all, being Simplie ta'ne alone
010.B46.068  Shall we loue ill things ioyn'd, and hate each one?
010.B46.069  If you were good, your good doth sone decay
010.B46.070  And you are rare; that takes the good away
010.B46.071  All my perfumes I giue most willinglie
010.B46.072  T'mbalme thy fathers Coarse; what, will he die?
010.B46.0SS  Finis/[a cluster of ten grapes on either side of a P]
010.B46.0$$  No ind.; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation