IDENTILIN$$ F146Y02|Sorrow|Yale Osborn MS b 114 (King MS)|pp.85-86 146.Y02.0HE Elegia Sexta. [85] 146.Y02.001 Sorrow who to this house scarce knew y%5e%6 way 146.Y02.002 is, oh, heire of itt, our all is his prey 146.Y02.003 This strange chance, clames strang wonder, & to vs 146.Y02.004 nothing can be so strange as too weepe thus; 146.Y02.005 Tis well his life loude speaking worth deserves 146.Y02.006 and giue prayse too, our could tonges could not serve 146.Y02.007 Tis well he keept thares->teares from our eies before 146.Y02.008 that to fill this deepe ill, he might haue more 146.Y02.009 Oh if a sweete brier climb vp by a tree 146.Y02.010 if to a paradice y%5t%6 transplanted bee 146.Y02.011 or feild or burnt for holie sacrafice 146.Y02.012 yet y%5t%6 must wither, w%5ch%6 by it did rise 146.Y02.013 As we for him deade: Though no familie 146.Y02.014 ere rigd a soule for heauens discouery 146.Y02.015 With whom more Venturers more bouldly dare 146.Y02.016 Venter their states w%5th%6 in ioyes to share 146.Y02.017 We loose what all freinds loud, him, he gaines %Ymores%Znow 146.Y02.018 but life for death, w%5ch%6 worse foes would allowe 146.Y02 019 If he could haue foes, in whose practice grew 146.Y02.020 all virtues, whose names suttill schoolemen knew 146.Y02.021 what ease can hope, y%5t%6 he shall see him begett 146.Y02.022 when we must die first, but cannot die yett 146.Y02.023 His Children are his pictures: Oh they bee 146.Y02.024 Pictures of him dead senceless could as hee 146.Y02.025 Here needs no marble tombe since he is gone 146.Y02.026 he & about him, his, are turnd to stone. 146.Y02.0SS om 146.Y02.0$$ among the love elegies.