IDENTILIN$$ F150H05|BoulRec|Harvard, MS Eng. 966.4 (Dobell)|ff.138v-39v, pp.280-82|mf T-LP 3Sep87 150.H05.HE Elegyes /On M%5rs%6 Bulstrod. [138v] 150.H05.001 Death I recant, and say, vnsayd by me 150.H05.002 what ere hath slipt that might diminish thee, 150.H05.003 Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis, to say 150.H05.004 that any can thy Sum%Mons dis-obey: 150.H05.005 th' Earths face is but thy table, there are sett 150.H05.006 Plants, Cattell men, dishes for Death to eate 150.H05.007 in a rude hunger; nowe he Millions drawes 150.H05.008 into his bloudy, or plaguy, or staru'd iawes; 150.H05.009 nowe he will seeme to spare, and doth more wast 150.H05.010 eatinge the best first, well p%5r%6seru'd to last, 150.H05.011 nowe wantonly he spoiles, and eats vs not, 150.H05.012 but breakes of frends, and letts vs peice-meale rott: 150.H05.013 nor will this Earth serue him, he sinkes the deepe, 150.H05.014 where harmeles fish Monastique silence keepe, 150.H05.015 who (were Death dead) by rowes of livinge sand 150.H05.016 might spunge that Element, and make it land: 150.H05.017 He roundes the ayre, and breakes the Hymnick notes 150.H05.018 in Birds, heavn's Queristers, Organicke throates, 150.H05.019 w%5ch%6 (yf they did not dy) might seeme to be 150.H05.020 a tenth ranke in the Heavnly Hierarchy. 150.H05.021 O stronge and longe-liu'd Death howe cam'st thou in? 150.H05.022 and howe, without Creaco%Mn, dids't beginne? 150.H05.023 Thou hast and shalt see dead before thou dy'st 150.H05.024 all the foure Monarchies, and Antichrist. 150.H05.025 Howe cold I thinke nothinge, that see nowe, 150.H05.026 in all this all nothinge is els, but thou; 150.H05.027 our byrthes and lifes, vertues and vices be 150.H05.028 wastfull Consumptions, and degrees of thee: 150.H05.029 for we, to liue, our bellowes weare, and breath, 150.H05.030 nor are we mortall dyinge, dead, but Death. 150.H05.031 And though thou beest, O mighty byrd of pray, [139] 150.H05.032 Soe much reclaim'd by God, that thou must lay 150.H05.033 all that thou kill'est at his feete, yet doth he 150.H05.034 reserue but fewe, and leaues the most to thee. 150.H05.035 and of those fewe, nowe thou hast ouerthrowne 150.H05.036 one whome thy blowe makes not ours, nor thine own; 150.H05.037 she was more stories high; hopeles to come 150.H05.038 t' her Soule|,| th' hast offred at her lower roome: 150.H05.039 Her Soule and body was a |K|inge, and Court, 150.H05.040 but thou hast both of captaine missd' and ffort: 150.H05.041 as houses fall not, though the |K|inge remoue, 150.H05.042 bodyes of Saintes rest for theire souls aboue: 150.H05.043 Death getts 'twixt Soules and bodyes, such a place 150.H05.044 as sinne insinuats 'twixt iust men and grace 150.H05.045 both workes a separaco%Mn, noe divorce: 150.H05.046 her soule is gone to vsher vp her coarse 150.H05.047 w%5ch%6 shalbe almost another Soule, for there 150.H05.048 bodies are purer then best Soules are heere. 150.H05.049 Because in her, her vertues did outgoe 150.H05.050 her yeares, wouldst thou o emulous Death doe soe? 150.H05.051 and kill her younge to thy losse? must the cost 150.H05.052 of beauty and witt, apt to doe harme, be lost? 150.H05.053 what though thou foundst her proofe g'ainst sinnes of youth? 150.H05.054 oh! euery age a diuers sinne pursu'th, 150.H05.055 thou shouldst haue stayd, and taken better hold, 150.H05.056 shortly ambitious, couetous, when old 150.H05.057 she might haue prou'd, and such Devotion 150.H05.058 might once haue strayed to Superstition. 150.H05.059 yf all her vertue might haue growne, yet might 150.H05.060 abundant vertue haue bred a proud delight 150.H05.061 had she perseuer'd iust, there would haue byn 150.H05.062 some, that would sinne, mis-thinkinge she did sinne; 150.H05.063 Such as would call her frendship, loue, and faine 150.H05.064 to sociablenes a name profane; [139] 150.H05.065 or sinne, by temptinge, or, not daringe that 150.H05.066 by wishinge, though they neuer told her what. 150.H05.067 Thus mightst th' haue slaine more soules, hadst thou not crost 150.H05.068 thy selfe, and to Triumph thy armies lost: 150.H05.069 yet though these wayes be lost, thou hast left one 150.H05.070 w%5ch%6 is, Im%Moderate greife that she is gone. 150.H05.071 But we may scape that sinne, yet weepe as much 150.H05.072 our teares are due, because we are not such: 150.H05.073 some teares, that knott of ffrendes, her Death must cost, 150.H05.074 because the Chayne is broke, though no linke lost. 150.H05.ss [3 3-leaf clovers] 150.H05.0$$ Lines 73-74 only indented 5sp.