IDENTILIN$$  F146SN3|Sorrow|Nat Lib Scotland MS 2067 (Hawthornden XV)|f.12r-v
146.SN3.0HE  om [12]
146.SN3.001  Sorroes, which to this house scarse knew the way
146.SN3.002  Is (oh!) heere->>>heire<< of it, o%5r%6 all is his Pray,
146.SN3.003  This strange chaunce claimes strange wonder, and to vs
146.SN3.004  Nothing can be so strange as to weep thus.
146.SN3.005  'Tis well his life lowd-speaking workes deserue
146.SN3.006  And giue him praise too, o%5r%6 could Tongues cout >not< serue 
146.SN3.007  'Tis well he kept teares from o%5r%6 eyes before
146.SN3.008  That to fit this deep ill we might haue store,
146.SN3.009  Oh! if a sweet bryer climbe vp by a Tree
146.SN3.010  If to a paradise that transplanted bee,
146.SN3.011  Or feld, and burnt for holie sacrifice
146.SN3.012  Yet that must wither which by it did rise,
146.SN3.013  As wee for him dead. though no familie
146.SN3.014  Ere rigg'd a Sowle for heauens discouerye,
146.SN3.015  W%5t%6 whom more Venturers more boldlie dare
146.SN3.016  Venture their States w%5t%6 him in ioy to share,
146.SN3.017  Wee loose what all freinds lou'd, him, he gaines now
146.SN3.018  But life by Death, which worst foes would allow,
146.SN3 019  If he could haue Foes, in whose practise grew
146.SN3.020  All vertues, whose Names subtle Shoolemen knew,
146.SN3.021  What ease can hope that wee shall se him, beget,
146.SN3.022  When wee must die first and can not die yet?
146.SN3.023  His children are his pictures, oh they bee
146.SN3.024  Pictures of him dead, senselesse, cold as hee
146.SN3.025  Heere needs not no Marble Tombes since he is gone,
146.SN3.026  He, and about him his are turnd to stone
146.SN3.0SS  JD [run together]
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