IDENTILIN$$ F010NY1 NYPL Cave MS\pp.7-10 of Elegies section\M:TLP\mf\P:EWS\o\4-10-91\C:JSC 010.NY1.0HE %1Elegia%2 3%5ia%6. 010.NY1.001 Once and but once found in thy companie [p.7] 010.NY1.002 All thy suppos'd escapes are layd on mee. 010.NY1.003 And as a theife at barr is questioned there 010.NY1.004 By all the men y%5t%6 haue been rob'd that yeer 010.NY1.005 So am I (by this trayterouse means surpriz'd) 010.NY1.006 By thy %1hydropique%2 father catechis'd. 010.NY1.007 Though he had wonte >%Vto#search< w%5th%6 glazed eies 010.NY1.008 As though he came to kill a Cocatrice; 010.NY1.009 Though he haue ofte sworne y%5t%6 he would remooue 010.NY1.010 Thy beuties bane & food of all o%5r%6 loue, 010.NY1.011 Hope of his goodes, if I w%5th%6 thee were seen 010.NY1.012 Yet close & secrett as o%5r%6 soules w' haue been. 010.NY1.013 Though thy immortall moth%5r%6 w%5ch%6 doth lye 010.NY1.014 Still buried in her bed, yet will not die [p.8] 010.NY1.015 Take this aduantage to sleep out daylight 010.NY1.016 And watch thy entries & retourns by night; 010.NY1.017 And when she takes thy hand & would seem kind 010.NY1.018 Doth search w%5t%6 rings & armletts she can find. 010.NY1.019 And kissing noates the colour of thy face 010.NY1.020 And fearing lest th'art swolne doth thee embrace, 010.NY1.021 And to try if thou longe doth name strange meats 010.NY1.022 And noates thy palenesse, blushing, sighes & sweats 010.NY1.023 And politiq%Qly will to thee confesse 010.NY1.024 The sinns of her own yeouths ranke lustinesse. 010.NY1.025 Yet loue theise sorceries did remooue & mooue 010.NY1.026 Thee to gull thine owne moth%5r%6 for my loue. 010.NY1.027 Thy little breathren w%5ch%6 like fayerie sprights 010.NY1.028 Oft skip't into o%5r%6 chamber those sweet nights: 010.NY1.029 And kist & ingl'd on theire ffathers knee 010.NY1.030 Were brib'd next day to tell what they did see; 010.NY1.031 The grim= eight foot= hie iron= bound seruingman 010.NY1.032 (That ofte names god in oaths & only then. 010.NY1.033 He y%5t%6 to barr the first gate doth as wide 010.NY1.034 As the great %1Rhodian%2 Colossus stride. 010.NY1.035 W%5ch%6 if in hell noe other paynes there were 010.NY1.036 Makes me feare hell because he must be there.) 010.NY1.037 Though by thy ffather he were hir'd for this, 010.NY1.038 Could neu%5r%6 witnesse any touch or kisse. 010.NY1.039 But (oh too com%Mon ill!) I brought w%5th%6 mee 010.NY1.040 That w%5ch%6 betray'd mee to myne enimye. 010.NY1.041 A loude perfume; w%5ch%6 at my entrance cry'd [p.9] 010.NY1.042 Euen to thy Fathers noase; so we were spi'd 010.NY1.043 When like a Tyrant King w%5ch%6 in his bed 010.NY1.044 Smells gunpowder, the pale wretch shiuered. 010.NY1.045 Had it been some bad smell, he would haue thought 010.NY1.046 That his owne feet or breath y%5t%6 smell had brought. 010.NY1.047 But as we in o%5r%6 Isle imprisoned 010.NY1.048 Where cattle only and diuers doggs are bred 010.NY1.049 The pretiouse Vnicouns, strang monsters call; 010.NY1.050 So thought he good strang that had none at all. 010.NY1.051 I taught my silks theire whistlings to forbeare 010.NY1.052 Euen my oppressed shoos, dumbe & speechlesse were. 010.NY1.053 Only thou bitt%5r%6 sweet whome I had lay'd 010.NY1.054 Next me, me trayterouslye hast betray'd. 010.NY1.055 And vnsuspected hast invisibly 010.NY1.056 At once fled vnto him and stay'd w%5th%6 mee. 010.NY1.057 Base excrement of earth w%5ch%6 do'st confound 010.NY1.058 Some from distinguishing the sicke from sound 010.NY1.059 By thee the silly amorouse sucks his death 010.NY1.060 By drawing in a leprouse harlotts breath 010.NY1.061 By thee the greatest stayne to mans estate 010.NY1.062 Falls on vs to be call'd effeminate 010.NY1.063 Though yow be much lou'd in the princes hall 010.NY1.064 There things y%5t%6 seeme exceed substantiall 010.NY1.065 Gods when ye fum'd on alters were pleas'd well 010.NY1.066 Because y'are burnt, not y%5t%6 they lik'd yo%5r%6 smell. 010.NY1.067 Y'are loathsome all beeing ta'ne simply, alone, [p.10] 010.NY1.068 Shall we loue ill things ioyn'd & hate each one? 010.NY1.069 If yow were good, yo%5r%6 good doth soone decay 010.NY1.070 And yow are rare; that takes the good away 010.NY1.071 All my perfumes I giue most willingly 010.NY1.072 T'embalme thy ffathers corse. W%5t%6 will he dye? 010.NY1.0SS Finis Eleg. 3%5iae%L%6. Jo. Donn. 010.NY1.0$$ ind not recorded; hyphenated words in l.31 separated for collation