IDENTILIN$$ F146SN4|Sorrow|Nat Lib Scotland MS 6504 (Wedderburn)|f.20 146.SN4.0HE Elegy [20] 146.SN4.001 %1Sorrowe%2, w%5ch%6 to this house scarse knewe the way, 146.SN4.002 Is (oh) heyre of it, our All is his pray. 146.SN4.003 This straunge Chaunce claymes straunge wonder, and to vs 146.SN4.004 Nothing can bee soe strange, as to weepe thus. 146.SN4.005 T'is well his lyfes lowde-speaking worckes deserue 146.SN4.006 And giue him prayse too, our cold tounges could not serue. 146.SN4.007 T'is well hee kept teares from our eyes before, 146.SN4.008 That to fitt this deepe Ill, wee might haue store. 146.SN4.009 Oh if a sweete bryer clymbe vpp by a Tree, 146.SN4.010 If to a Paradise that transplanted bee, 146.SN4.011 Or fel'd, and Burnte for holy sacrifice, 146.SN4.012 Yet that must wither w%5ch%6 by it did ryse, 146.SN4.013 As wee for him dead. Thoughe noe ffamilye 146.SN4.014 E're rigg'd a Soule for %1Heauens%2 discouerye 146.SN4.015 w%5th%6 whome more venturers more boldly dare 146.SN4.016 Venture their states, w%5th%6 him in ioye to share. 146.SN4.017 Wee loose what all ffrendes lou'd, Him; hee gaynes nowe, 146.SN4.018 But lyfe by deathe, w%5ch%6 worste ffoes would allowe: 146.SN4 019 If hee could haue ffoes, in whose practise grewe 146.SN4.020 All virtues, whose names subtile Schoolemen knewe 146.SN4.021 what ease can hope, that wee shall see him begett, 146.SN4.022 when wee must dye first, and cannot dye yett? 146.SN4.023 His Children are his Pictures, oh they bee 146.SN4.024 Pictures of him dead, senslesse, cold as he. 146.SN4.025 Heere needes noe Marble Tombes, since hee is gone, 146.SN4.026 Hee, and aboute him, His, are turnd to stone. 146.SN4.0SS JD 146.SN4.0$$ Line 1 ind.