IDENTLINE$$ F15000D|BoulRec|1649|sigs.R7v-S1,pp.254-57(CtY,MH) 150.00D.0HE %1Elegie on Mistris%2 Boulstred. [R7v] 150.00D.001 DEath I recant, and say, unsaid by me [p. 254] 150.00D.002 What ere hath slip'd, that might diminish thee. 150.00D.003 Spirituall treason, atheisme 'tis, to say, 150.00D.004 That any can thy Summons disobey. 150.00D.005 Th'earths face is but thy Table; there are set 150.00D.006 Plants, cattell, men, dishes for Death to eate. 150.00D.007 In a rude hunger now he millions drawes 150.00D.008 Into his bloody, or plaguy, or sterv'd jawes. [Now] 150.00D.009 Now he will seem to spare, and doth more waste, [R8] 150.00D.010 Eating the best first, well preserv'd to last. 150.00D.011 Now wantonly he spoyles, and eates us not, 150.00D.012 But breaks off friends, and lets us piecemeale rot. 150.00D.013 Nor will this earth serve him; he sinkes the Deep 150.00D.014 Where harmelesse fish Monastique silence keep. 150.00D.015 Who (were Death dead) the Roes of living sand 150.00D.016 Might spunge that element, and make it land. 150.00D.017 He rounds the aire, and breaks the hymnique notes 150.00D.018 In birds, Heavens choristers, organique throates, 150.00D.019 Which (if they did not die) might seem to be 150.00D.020 A tenth rank in the heavenly hierarchie. 150.00D.021 O strong and long-liv'd Death, how cam'st thou in? 150.00D.022 And how without Creation didst begin? 150.00D.023 Thou hast, and shalt see dead, before thou dyest, 150.00D.024 All the foure Monarchies, and Antichrist. 150.00D.025 How could I think thee nothing, that see now 150.00D.026 In all this All, nothing else is, but thou? 150.00D.027 Our births and lives, vices and vertues, bee 150.00D.028 Wastefull consumptions, and degrees of thee. 150.00D.029 For, we to live, our bellowes weare, and breath, 150.00D.030 Nor are we mortall, dying, dead, but death. 150.00D.031 And though thou beest, (o%C mighty bird of prey,) 150.00D.032 So much reclaim'd by God, that thou must lay 150.00D.033 All that thou kill'st at his feet, yet doth hee 150.00D.034 Reserve but few, and leaves the most for thee. 150.00D.035 And of those few, now thou hast overthrowne 150.00D.036 One whom thy blow makes, not ours, nor thine own; 150.00D.037 She was more stories high: hopelesse to come 150.00D.038 To her Soul, thou 'hast offer'd at her lower roome. 150.00D.039 Her Soul and body was a King and Court: 150.00D.040 But thou hast both of Captain miss'd and fort. [As] 150.00D.041 As houses fall not, though the Kings remove, [R8v] 150.00D.042 Bodies of Saints rest for their souls above. 150.00D.043 Death gets 'twixt souls and bodies such a place 150.00D.044 As sinne insinuates 'twixt just men and grace, 150.00D.045 Both work a separation, no divorce. 150.00D.046 Her Soul is gone to usher up her Coarse, 150.00D.047 Which shall be almost another soul, for there 150.00D.048 Bodies are purer, then best souls are here. 150.00D.049 Because in her, her vertues did outgoe 150.00D.050 Her yeares, would'st thou, o%C emulous death, do so, 150.00D.051 And kill her young to thy losse? must the cost 150.00D.052 Of beautie,'and wit, apt to doe harme, be lost? 150.00D.053 What though thou found'st her proofe 'gainst sins of /(youth? 150.00D.054 Oh, every age a diverse sinne pursu'th. 150.00D.055 Thou should'st have stay'd, and taken better hold, 150.00D.056 Shortly, ambitious: covetous, when old, 150.00D.057 She might have prov'd: and such devotion 150.00D.058 Might once have stray'd to superstition. 150.00D.059 If all her vertues must have growne, yet might 150.00D.060 Abundant vertue 'have bred a proud delight. 150.00D.061 Had shee persever'd just, there would have been 150.00D.062 Some that would sinne, mis-thinking she did sinne. 150.00D.063 Such as would call her friendship, love, and faine 150.00D.064 To sociablenesse, a name, prophane, 150.00D.065 Or sinne by tempting, or, not daring that, 150.00D.066 By wishing, though they never told her what. 150.00D.067 Thus mightst thou have slaine more souls had'st thou /(not crost 150.00D.068 Thy self, and to triumph, thine armie lost. 150.00D.069 Yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one, 150.00D.070 Which is, immoderate griefe that she is gone. 150.00D.071 But we may scape that sinne, yet weep as much, 150.00D.072 Our tears are due, because we are not such. [Some] 150.00D.073 Some tears, that knot of friends, her death must cost, [S1] 150.00D.074 Because the chaine is broke, though no link lost. 150.00D.SS om 150.00D.0$$ No indentation