IDENTLINE$$ F150DT1|BoulRec|877, I |ff.39-40v|Original EWS 4-29-86 150.DT1.0HE %1An Elegie vpon the death of M%5rs%6 Bulstrod./%2 150.DT1.001 Death I recant, & say, vnsaid by mee [f. 39] 150.DT1.002 what ere hath slipt, y%5t%6 might diminish thee 150.DT1.003 Spirituall treason, Atheisme t'is to say 150.DT1.004 that any can thy summons disobey, 150.DT1.005 Th'earths face is but thy table, and the meate 150.DT1.006 Plants, Cattle, men, dish'd for Death to eate, [cw:In] 150.DT1.007 In a rude hunger nowe hee millions drawes [f. 39v] 150.DT1.008 into his bloudie, or plaguy, or starued iawes; 150.DT1.009 Nowe hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast 150.DT1.010 eating the best fruite, well preseru'd to last. 150.DT1.011 Nowe wantonly hee spoiles, and eates vs not, 150.DT1.012 but breaks off friends, & letts vs piecemeale rott: 150.DT1.013 Nor will this earth serue him, hee sinks the deepe, 150.DT1.014 where harmless fish monastique silence keepe 150.DT1.015 Whoe, (were Death dead) by rowes of living sand 150.DT1.016 might spunge y%5t%6 element, and make it land. 150.DT1.017 Hee rounds ayre, & breaks the Himique noates 150.DT1.018 in Birds, Heauens Quoristers, organique throates, 150.DT1.019 W%5ch%6 (if they did not dye) might seeme to bee 150.DT1.020 a tenth ranke in the Heau'nly Hierarchy. 150.DT1.021 O strong, & long liu'de Death, howe cam'st thou in? 150.DT1.022 and howe w%5th%6out Creation didst beginn? 150.DT1.023 Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou diest 150.DT1.024 all the fower Monarchies, and Antechrist. 150.DT1.025 Howe could I thinke thee nothing y%5t%6 see nowe 150.DT1.026 in all this All, nothing els is but thou 150.DT1.027 Our births, and life, vices, and virtues bee 150.DT1.028 wastfull consumptions, and degrees of thee. 150.DT1.029 ffor wee to liue our bellowes weare, and breath, 150.DT1.030 nor are wee mortall, dieing, dead, but death 150.DT1.031 And though thou beest O mighty Bird of prey 150.DT1.032 soe much reclaym'd of God, y%5t%6 thou must laye 150.DT1.033 All y%5t%6 thou kill'st at his feet; yet doth hee 150.DT1.034 reserue but fewe, & leaues the most to thee: 150.DT1.035 And of those fewe thou nowe hast ouerthrowne 150.DT1.036 one, whom thy blowe makes not ours, not thine owne. 150.DT1.037 Shee was more stories high, hopeless to come 150.DT1.038 to her soule thou hast offered at her lower roome. [cw:Her] 150.DT1.039 Her soule and bodie was a king and Court [f. 40] 150.DT1.040 but thou hast both of Captaine mist and fort 150.DT1.041 All houses fall not though the King remoue 150.DT1.042 bodies of Saints rest for their soules aboue; 150.DT1.043 Death getts twixt soules & bodies such a place 150.DT1.044 as sin insinuats twixt Iust men and Grace. 150.DT1.045 Both workes a seperation, noe diuorce 150.DT1.046 her soule is gone to vsher vpp her coarse 150.DT1.047 W%5ch%6 shalbe'almost another soule; for there 150.DT1.048 bodies are purer ^then their best soules are here 150.DT1.049 Because in her, her vertues did outgoe 150.DT1.050 her yeares: would'st thou o%C emulous Death doe soe? 150.DT1.051 And kill her yonge to thy loss? must the Cost 150.DT1.052 of beautie and witt, apt to doe harme bee lost? 150.DT1.053 What though thou found'st her proof gainst sinns of youth? 150.DT1.054 oh euerie age a diuerse sin pursueth: 150.DT1.055 Thou shouldst haue staid and taken better hold, 150.DT1.056 shortly ambitious, Couetous, when olde 150.DT1.057 Shee might haue prou'de; And such deuotion 150.DT1.058 might once haue stray'd to superstition; 150.DT1.059 If all her virtues must haue growne, yet might 150.DT1.060 abundant virtue'haue bred a proud delight, 150.DT1.061 Had shee perseuer'd Iust, there would haue growne 150.DT1.062 some y%5t%6 would sinn; misthinking shee did sinn 150.DT1.063 Such as would call her ffriendshipp Loue; & faine 150.DT1.064 to sociableness a name prophane, 150.DT1.065 Or sin by tempting, or not dareing that 150.DT1.066 by wishing, though they neuer told her what. 150.DT1.067 Thus might'st thou haue slayne more soules, hadst thou not ^crost, 150.DT1.068 thy self; and to triumph, thy army lost. 150.DT1.069 Yet though these wayes bee lost; thou hast left one 150.DT1.070 w%5ch%6 is immoderate grief that shee is gone. 150.DT1.071 But wee may scape y%5t%6 sin, yet weepe asmuch, [cw:Our] 150.DT1.072 Our teares are due because wee are not such. [f. 40v] 150.DT1.073 Some teares y%5t%6 knott of friends her death must cost, 150.DT1.074 Because the Chaine is broke, though noe linke lost./ 150.DT1.0SS ffinis/ 150.DT1.0$$ Even lines indented two spaces.