IDENTILIN$$ F150H03|BoulRec|Harvard, fMS Eng. 166.1 (Carnaby)|ff.43-44, pp.85-87|mf T-LP 3Sep87 150.H03.HE Another Elegie on the deathe /of M:%5rs%6 Boulstred./ [43] 150.H03.001 Deathe I recant, and say vnsaide by me 150.H03.002 what er'e hathe slip't that might deminishe the 150.H03.003 Spirituall Treason Athisme t'is to say 150.H03.004 That anie can thy Summons disobay./ 150.H03.005 The%>>Th*'< eart'hs face is but thy Table, there are sett [43v] 150.H03.006 Plantes, Cattell, men, dishes for deathe to |l|ate>eate 150.H03.007 In a rude hunger nowe he millions drawes 150.H03.008 Into his bloudy, or plaguy, or starud' iawes 150.H03.009 Nowe he will seeme to spaire, and dothe more wast 150.H03.010 Eateinge the best first, well preserud' to laste 150.H03.011 Nowe wantonly he spoiles, and eates vs not 150.H03.012 But breakes of freinds and let's vs peecemeale rott 150.H03.013 Nor will this Earthe serue him, he sinkes the deep 150.H03.014 where harmles fishe Monastique silence keep./ 150.H03.015 whoe were death dead, by roes of liueinge sand 150.H03.016 Might spunge the Element, and make it Land 150.H03.017 Hee woundes the Aire and breakes the himneinge notes 150.H03.018 Of Birdes heau'ens Choristers organicke throates 150.H03.019 which if they did not dye might seeme to be 150.H03.020 A tenth rancke in the heauenly Hierarchie 150.H03.021 O stronge and longe liu'd deathe, howe cam'ste>cam'st* thou in 150.H03.022 And howe without Creation did'st begin? 150.H03.023 Thou hais't, and shalt see dead before thou dyest 150.H03.024 And[var:All] the foure Monarckies and Antechriste 150.H03.025 How could I thinke the noethinge that see nowe 150.H03.026 In all this all, noethinge is else but thou|.| 150.H03.027 Our birthes our liues, vertues and vices bee 150.H03.028 wastefull Consumption, and degrees of thee 150.H03.029 ffor wee to liue our bellowes were, and breathe 150.H03.030 Nor are we Mortall dyeinge, dead but deathe 150.H03.031 And thoughe thou bee'st a mighty bird of pray 150.H03.032 Soe muche reclaimd' by God, that thou muste lay 150.H03.033 All that thou killst at his feet, yet dothe hee 150.H03.034 Reserue but few and leaue the moste to thee 150.H03.035 And of those few nowe thou haiste ouerthrowne 150.H03.036 One whome thy blowe, makes, not ours, nor thine owne 150.H03.037 Shee was more Stories highe; hopeles to come 150.H03.038 To'her Soule thou ha'ste offred at her lower roome. 150.H03.039 Her Soule and body was a Kinge and Courte 150.H03.040 But thou haste bothe of Captaine mis't and fforte 150.H03.041 As **houses fall not thoughe the kinge remoue 150.H03.042 Bodyes of S:%5ts%6 rest for theire Soules aboue./ 150.H03.043 Deathe gets t'wixt Soules and bodyes suche a place [44] 150.H03.044 As Sinne insinuates twixt Iust men and %Yfaithe%Z grace 150.H03.045 Bothe workes a Seperation, noe diuorse 150.H03.046 Her Soule is gone to vsher vp her Corse 150.H03.047 which shalbe allmoste another Soule for there 150.H03.048 Bodyes are purer then best Soules are here 150.H03.049 Because in her, her vertues did outgoe 150.H03.050 Her yeares would'st thou O%C Emulous deathe doe soe? 150.H03.051 And kill her yonge to thy losse, muste the %Yv**te%Z cost 150.H03.052 Of Beauty, and witt apt to doe harme be loste? 150.H03.053 what thoughe thou found'st her proofe, 'gainst Sin%Ms of youth? 150.H03.054 O euery age a diuerse Sinne pursueth 150.H03.055 Thou Should'st haue stayd', and taken better hold 150.H03.056 Shortly ambitious, Couetuous when old 150.H03.057 Shee might haue proud', and suche deuotion 150.H03.058 Might once haue Strayd' to Superstition 150.H03.059 If all her vertues muste haue growne, yet might 150.H03.060 Abundant vertue haue bred a prowd delight 150.H03.061 Had shee perseuerd' iust, there would haue ben>bin 150.H03.062 Some that would Sinne mistakeinge she %Yhad%Z>did sinnd'>sinne 150.H03.063 Suche as would call her freindship, loue and faine 150.H03.064 To Satiablenesse a name pro**aine>profaine 150.H03.065 Or Sinne by temptinge or not dareinge that 150.H03.066 By wishinge thoughe they neuer told her what 150.H03.067 Thus might'st thou haue slaine more Soules, had'st y.%5u%6 not croste 150.H03.068 Thy self and to triumphe thy armyes loste 150.H03.069 Yet thoughe there>these %Yhas't%Z wayes be loste, thou haste left one 150.H03.070 w%5c%6h is immoderate greefe that she is gone 150.H03.071 But wee may skape that Sinne, yet weep as muche 150.H03.072 Our teares are due because we are not suche 150.H03.073 Some teares and[var:that] knott of freindes her death must coste 150.H03.074 Because the Chaine is broke and noe linke loste 150.H03.SS om 150.H03.0$$ No indentations; change of pens at l. 13; variants in a modern hand, ll. 24 & 73; all other emendations in the scribal hand; has "Death be not proud, thy hand gave not this blow" as ll. 75ff. (sig.44r-v)