IDENTILIN$$  F010H04  Harvard\Eng. 966.3\ff. 19-20.\M:TLP\mf\P:TLP\o\5-7-92\C:JSC
010.H04.0HE  Elegye:
010.H04.001  Once, and but once found in thy companie
010.H04.002  All thy suppos'd escapes are laid on me
010.H04.003  And as a%A theefe at Barre, is questiond there
010.H04.004  By all the%Yn%Z men that haue bin robd that yeere [CW: om]
010.H04.005  Soe am I, by this traiterous meanes surpriz'de [19v]
010.H04.006  By thy Hydroptick ffather Catechizde;
010.H04.007  Though he had wont to search w%5th%6 glazed eies
010.H04.008  As though he ca%Ame to kill a%A Cockat>%Vr<ice
010.H04.009  Though he haue oft sworne, that he would remoue
010.H04.010  Thy beauties beauty, and foode of our loue
010.H04.011  Hope of his goodes, if I w%5th%6 thee were seene
010.H04.012  yet close, and secret, as our soules we haue beene
010.H04.013  Though thy im%Morta%All mother, w%5ch%6 doth lye
010.H04.014  Still buried in her bed yet will not dye
010.H04.015  Take this advantage to sleepe out day=light
010.H04.016  And watch thy entries, and returnes, all night;
010.H04.017  And when she takes thy hand, and would seeme kinde
010.H04.018  Doth search what ringes, and armeletts she can finde,
010.H04.019  And kissing notes the collour of thy fa%Ace
010.H04.020  And fearing least thou art swolne, doth thee imbra%Ace
010.H04.021  And to trye if thou long, doth name straunge mea%Ates
010.H04.022  And notes thy palenesse, blushings, sighes, and sweates
010.H04.023  And pollitquely will to thee confesse
010.H04.024  The sinnes of her owne youthe's ranck lustinesse
010.H04.025  Yet Loue, theis Sorceries did remoue, and move
010.H04.026  Thee to gull thyne owne mother for my loue;
010.H04.027  Thy little brethren w%5ch%6 like Faerie springhtes
010.H04.028  Oft skipt into our Chamber those sweete nightes
010.H04.029  And kist, and ingled on thy ffathers knee
010.H04.030  Were bribde next day to tell what they did see:
010.H04.031  The grym eight foote high, Iron bound Seruing man
010.H04.032  That oft names god in oathes, and onelie than
010.H04.033  He that to barre the first gate doth as wide
010.H04.034  As the grat Rodian Colossus stride,
010.H04.035  W%5ch%6 if in hell noe other paines there were
010.H04.036  Makes me feare hell, because he must be there
010.H04.037  Though by thy ffather he were hir'de for this
010.H04.038  Could neuer witnes any touch or kisse [CW:But#oh:]
010.H04.039  But oh too com%Mon ill I brought w%5th%6 me [20]
010.H04.040  That w%5ch%6 betrayde me to mine Enimye,
010.H04.041  A lowde perfume w%5ch%6 at myne entrance crie'd
010.H04.042  Euen at thy ffathers nose, soe we were spide
010.H04.043  When like a%A tyrant king that in his bed
010.H04.044  Smelt gunpowder, the >>%Vpale<< wretch shiuered;
010.H04.045  Had it bin some bad smell he would haue thought
010.H04.046  That his owne feete, or breath that smell had wrought
010.H04.047  But as we, in our Isle imprisoned
010.H04.048  Where Cattle onely, and diuers dogges are bred
010.H04.049  The precious Vnicornes strange monsters call
010.H04.050  (Soe thought he good, strange) that had none at all
010.H04.051  I taught my Silks their whistling to forbea%Are
010.H04.052  Euen my opprest shooes dumb, and speechles were
010.H04.053  Onely thou Bitter sweete, whom I had layd
010.H04.054  Next me, me traiterouslie has't betrayd
010.H04.055  And vnsuspected has't invisiblye,
010.H04.056  At once fled vnto him, and staid w%5th%6 me.
010.H04.057  Base excrement of earth w%5ch%6 dost confound
010.H04.058  Sence, from distinguishing the sicke from sound
010.H04.059  By thee, the silly amorous suckes his death
010.H04.060  By drawing in a leprous harlotts breath:
010.H04.061  By thee the greatest staine to mans estate,
010.H04.062  ffalles on vs, to be calld effemina%Ate:
010.H04.063  Though thou be much lov'd in the Princes hall
010.H04.064  There thinges that seeme, exceede substantiall,
010.H04.065  Gods, when yee fum'de on Altars were pleas'd well
010.H04.066  Because yo%5w%6 were burnt, not that they lik'te yo%5r%6 smell
010.H04.067  Yee are loathsome all, being taken simplie alone
010.H04.068  Shall we loue ill thinges ioynd, and hate each one,
010.H04.069  If yo%5w%6 were good, yo%5r%6 good doth soone decaye
010.H04.070  And yo%5w%6 are rare, that takes the good a%Awaye
010.H04.071  All my perfumes I giue most willinlye
010.H04.072  T'embalme thy ffathers Corss; what will he dye?
010.H04.0SS  Finis
010.H04.0$$  I:D: in LM opposite l. 1; no ind.