IDENTILIN$$  F146HH1|Sorrow|Huntington EL 6893(Bridgewater)|f.25v
146.HH1.0HE  om [25v]
146.HH1.001  Sorrow, w%5ch%6 to this house scarce knew y%5e%6 way
146.HH1.002  is now heire of it, o%5r%6 all is his praye:
146.HH1.003  This strange, chance claymes, strange wond%5r%6, & to vs,
146.HH1.004  nothing can be so strange as to weepe thus
146.HH1.005  T'is well his lifes=loud speaking works deserue
146.HH1.006  & giue praise to, o%5r%6 cold tongues could not serue
146.HH1.007  T'is >well< hee kept teares, from our eyes before,
146.HH1.008  that to fitt this deep ill wee might haue store.
146.HH1.009  O, if a swete bryer clyme vpp by a tree,
146.HH1.010  if to a Paradice that transplanted bee,
146.HH1.011  or feld & burnt, for holie sacrifice,
146.HH1.012  Yet y%5t%6 must wither w%5ch%6 by it did rise;
146.HH1.013  as from him dead, though no famylie
146.HH1.014  ere rigg'd[Lmar:>>riggd.<<] a sowle for heavens discou%Tie
146.HH1.015  w%5th%6 whom more venterers, moe boldly dare
146.HH1.016  venter estates w%5th%6 him in ioy to share.
146.HH1.017  wee loose w%5th%6[Lmar:>>what<<] all things lov'd; him; he gayns now
146.HH1.018  but life by death, w%5ch%6 worst foes would alowe.
146.HH1 019  If hee could haue foes in whose practice grewe
146.HH1.020  all virtues, whose names subtill scholemen knewe;
146.HH1.021  what eys can hope well shall see him begett
146.HH1.022  when hee must dy, first, & wee cannott yett,
146.HH1.023  his Childre%M are his pictures; Oh they bee
146.HH1.024  Pictures of him dead senseless cold as hee:
146.HH1.025  Here needs no marble Tombes since he is gon
146.HH1.026  Hee, & about him, His, are turnd to stone
146.HH1.0SS  om
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