IDENTILIN$$  F150Y02|BoulRec|Yale, Osborn MS b114 (King MS)|pp.134-39|mf T-LP 1Sep87
150.Y02.HE   Elegia 18:%5ua%6 /A funerall Elegie on m%5rs%6 Boulstrede. [134] 
150.Y02.001  Death I recant & say, vnsayd by me  
150.Y02.002  what ere hath slipt, y%5t%6 might diminish the%Ye%Z
150.Y02.003  Spirituall poyson Athisme tis to say  
150.Y02.004  that any can thy sum%Mons disobay
150.Y02.005  The earths face is but thy table, there are sett  
150.Y02.006  Plants cattell men dishes for death to eate [CW:In] 
150.Y02.007  In a rude hunger, now |b|e millions drawes [135]
150.Y02.008  into his bloodie, Haygie or starvd Iawes
150.Y02.009  Now he will seme to spare, & doth more wast
150.Y02.010  eating y%5e%6 best first, well preservd to last
150.Y02.011  Now wantonly he spoyles & eates vs not
150.Y02.012  but breakes off freinds & letts vs peicemeale rott
150.Y02.013  Nor will y%5e%6 earth serve him, he sinkes y%5e%6 deepe 
150.Y02.014  %Ywho#(were#deaths#dead%Z#/where harmeless fish Monastique silence keepe
150.Y02.015  who (were death dead) by roes of liuing sande
150.Y02.016  might spunge y%5t%6 elem%5t%6 & make itt %Ys%Zlande
150.Y02.017  He rounds y%5e%6 aire & breake the hymicke notes 
150.Y02.018  in Birds heavens Quirristers organicke throates [CW:w%5ch%6]
150.Y02.019  w%5ch%6 (if they did not die) might seeme to be [136]
150.Y02.020  A tenth ranke in the heauenly Hierarchy
150.Y02.021  Oh strong & liud death, how camst thou in
150.Y02.022  and how w%5th%6out creation didst begin
150.Y02.023  thou hast & shall see dead before thou diest
150.Y02.024  All y%5e%6 fowre monarches & Anthrist>Ant%5ec%6hrist
150.Y02.025  how could I thinke thee nothing, y%5t%6 see now
150.Y02.026  In all this all, nothing ells but thou
150.Y02.027  our births & lifes virtues & vices be
150.Y02.028  wastfull consumption & degrees%>>d%5r%6eg%Yre%Zes< of thee
150.Y02.029  for we to liue our bellowes weare & breathe
150.Y02.030  nor are we mortall* dyings death, but deathe 
150.Y02.031  And though thou be'st a mightie bird of pray
150.Y02.032  so much reclaymd by god, y%5t%6 thou mayst lay [CW:All.]
150.Y02.033  All y%5t%6 thou kilst att his feete, yett doth hee [137]
150.Y02.034  deserves but few & leaues y%5e%6 most for thee
150.Y02.035  And of thos few now thou hast ouerthrowen 
150.Y02.036  one; whome thy blow makes not our nor thy one
150.Y02.037  She was more stories heighe, hopeless to come 
150.Y02.038  to her soule thou hast offer'd, at her lower rome
150.Y02.039  Her soule & bodie was a king & courte 
150.Y02.040  but thou hast both of captaine mist & forte
150.Y02.041  as houses fall not though y%5e%6 king remoue
150.Y02.042  bodies of S%5ts%6 rest, for their soules aboue
150.Y02.043  Death getts twixt soules & bodies such a place
150.Y02.044  as sinne insinuats twixt iust men & grace
150.Y02.045  Both worke a seperation no diuorce
150.Y02.046  her soule is gon to vsher vp her couse>cou%5r%6se: [CW:w%5ch%6] 
150.Y02.047  W%5ch%6 wshall be almost annother soule, for there [138]
150.Y02.048  bodies are purer, then blest soules are here
150.Y02.049  Because in her, her virtues did out goe
150.Y02.050  her yeares; wouldst thou o%C emulous death do soe
150.Y02.051  and kill her young to thy loss must y%5e%6 cost
150.Y02.052  of beautie & witt apt to doe harme be lost
150.Y02.053  what though thou foundst her profe, gainst sin of youth
150.Y02.054  oh, euery age a diuerse sin persuthe.
150.Y02.055  Thou shouldst haue stayd & taken better hoold
150.Y02.056  shortly ambitious, couetous when olde 
150.Y02.057  she might haue proud & such devotion
150.Y02.058  might once haue strayd to superstition
150.Y02.059  If all her virtues must haue growen yett might
150.Y02.060  abundant virtue haue breed a proud delight: [CW:Had]
150.Y02.061  Had she persevered iust, there would haue beene [139] 
150.Y02.062  some y%5t%6 would sinne, misthinking she did sinne
150.Y02.063  such y%5t%6 would call her frindship loue, & faine
150.Y02.064  to sociableness, as a name profane
150.Y02.065  or sin by tempting, or not daring y%5t%6
150.Y02.066  by wishing though they neuer tould her what
150.Y02.067  Thus mights thou haue slaine more soules hadst thou \[not crost
150.Y02.068  thy selfe & to tryvmphe thy armie lost
150.Y02.069  yett though thes wayes be lost, thou hast left one
150.Y02.070  w%5ch%6 is imo%Mderate greife: y%5t%6 she is gon.
150.Y02.071  But we may scape y%5e%6 sinne, yet weepe as much
150.Y02.072  our teares are due, because we are not such
150.Y02.073  Some teares y%5t%6 knott of freinds, her death must cost
150.Y02.074  because y%5e%6 chaine is broke, though no linke lost.
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