IDENTILIN$$  F146SP1|Sorrow|St. Paul's Cathedral MS 49.B.43|unpaged(verso & recto)
146.SP1.0HE  Elegie. 8.
146.SP1.001  Sorrowe who to this House scarse knew the waye,
146.SP1.002  Is oh! Heire of it, Our All is his Praye.
146.SP1.003  This strang chance, claymes strang wonder, & to vs
146.SP1.004  Nothing can bee soe strang, as to weepe thus. [CW:Tis]
146.SP1.005  Tis well, his lifes loud speaking works deserve,
146.SP1.006  And giue praise too, our cold tounges could not sterve
146.SP1.007  Tis well hee kept Teares from our Eies before,
146.SP1.008  That to fitt this deepe ill, wee might haue store.
146.SP1.009  Oh! if a sweete Bryar clymbe up by a Tree,
146.SP1.010  If to a Paradice, that transplanted bee,
146.SP1.011  Or fill'd, and burnt for holie sacrifice;
146.SP1.012  Yet that must wither, w%5ch%6 by it did rise
146.SP1.013  As wee for him dead: Thoughe noe famelie
146.SP1.014  Ere rig'd a Soule for heauens discouerie
146.SP1.015  With whome, more Venturers more boldlie dare
146.SP1.016  Venter their States with him in ioye to share.
146.SP1.017  Wee loose what all freinds lov'd him, hee gaines now
146.SP1.018  But life by death, w%5ch%6 worst ffoes would allow;
146.SP1 019  If hee could haue ffoes in whose practize grew
146.SP1.020  All vertues, whose names subtill Schoolemen knew.
146.SP1.021  What ease, can Hope that wee shall see him begett
146.SP1.022  When wee must dye first, and cannot dye yett.
146.SP1.023  His Children are his Pictures; oh they bee
146.SP1.024  Pictures of him dead, sencelesse, cold as Hee,
146.SP1.025  Heere needes noe Marble Tombe, since hee is gone
146.SP1.026  Hee, and about him, his, are turnd to Stone. [CW:Oh!]
146.SP1.0SS  om
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