IDENTILIN$$  F146O20|Sorrow|Bodleian MS Eng.poet.e.99(Dowden)|f.19r-v
146.O20.0HE  Elegie [19]
146.O20.001  Sorrow, who to thys house, scarce knew the way
146.O20.002  Is, oh, heyre of yt, Our All ys hys Pray.
146.O20.003  Thys strange chance claymes strange wonder, and to vs,
146.O20.004  Nothing can be so strange, as to weepe thus.
146.O20.005  Tis well, hys lyfes loud speaking workes deserue
146.O20.006  And giue prayse too, Our cold toungs cold not sterue;
146.O20.007  Tis well, he kept Teares from our Eyes before,
146.O20.008  That to fitt thys deepe ill, wee might haue store.
146.O20.009  Oh if a sweete Bryar, climbe vp by a Tree,
146.O20.010  Yf to a Paradice that transplanted bee,
146.O20.011  Or fill'd, and burnt for holy sacrifice,
146.O20.012  Yett that must wither, w%5ch%6 by it did rise,
146.O20.013  As wee for him dead: Though no familye
146.O20.014  Ere riggd a soule for heauens discouerye
146.O20.015  W%5th%6 whom more Venturers more boldly dare
146.O20.016  Venter theyre States, w%5th%6 him in ioy to share.
146.O20.017  Wee loose what all frindes loud, him; he gaynes now
146.O20.018  But lyfe by Death, w%5ch%6 worst foes wold allowe;
146.O20 019  Yf he coulde haue foes, in whose practize grewe
146.O20.020  All Virtues, whose names subtile Schooleme%M knew.
146.O20.021  What Ease, can Hope that wee shall see him, begett
146.O20.022  When wee must dye first, and cannot dye yett?
146.O20.023  Hys Children are hys Pictures; Oh they bee
146.O20.024  Pictures of him dead, sencelesse, cold, as Hee.
146.O20.025  Here needes no Marble tombe, since he is gone,
146.O20.026  He, and about him, hys, are turn'd to Stone.
146.O20.0SS  om
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