IDENTLINE$$ F15100A|BoulNar|1633|sigs.Pp4v-Qq1v,pp.296-98(CtY,DFo,L,M,MH,MiU) 151.00A.0HE %1Elegie%2. [Pp4v] 151.00A.001 LAnguage thou art too narrow, and too weake 151.00A.002 To ease us now; great sorrow cannot speake; 151.00A.003 If we could sigh out accents, and weepe words, 151.00A.004 Griefe weares, and lessens, that tears breath affords. 151.00A.005 Sad hearts, the lesse they seeme the more they are, 151.00A.006 (So guiltiest men stand mutest at the barre) 151.00A.007 Not that they know not, feele not their estate, 151.00A.008 But extreme sense hath made them desperate; 151.00A.009 Sorrow, to whom we owe all that we bee; 151.00A.010 Tyrant, in the fift and greatest Monarchy, 151.00A.011 Was't, that she did possesse all hearts before, 151.00A.012 Thou hast kil'd her, to make thy Empire more? 151.00A.013 Knew'st thou some would, that knew her not, lament, 151.00A.014 As in a deluge perish th'innocent? 151.00A.015 Was't not enough to have that palace wonne, 151.00A.016 But thou must raze it too, that was undone? 151.00A.017 Had'st thou staid there, and look'd out at her eyes, 151.00A.018 All had ador'd thee that now from thee flies, 151.00A.019 For they let out more light, then they tooke in, 151.00A.020 They told not when, but did the day beginne; 151.00A.021 She was too Saphirine, and cleare to thee; 151.00A.022 Clay, flint, and jeat now thy fit dwellings be; 151.00A.023 Alas, shee was too pure, but not too weake; 151.00A.024 Who e'r saw Christall Ordinance but would break? 151.00A.025 And if wee be thy conquest, by her fall 151.00A.026 Th'hast lost thy end, for in her perish all; 151.00A.027 Or if we live, we live but to rebell, 151.00A.028 They know her better now, that knew her well; 151.00A.029 If we should vapour out, and pine, and die; 151.00A.030 Since, shee first went, that were not miserie; [Shee] 151.00A.031 Shee chang'd our world with hers; now she is gone, [Qq1] 151.00A.032 Mirth and prosperity is oppression; 151.00A.033 For of all morall vertues she was all, 151.00A.034 The Ethicks speake of vertues Cardinall; 151.00A.035 Her soule was Paradise; the Cherubin 151.00A.036 Set to keepe it was grace, that kept out sinne; 151.00A.037 Shee had no more then let in death, for wee 151.00A.038 All reape consumption from one fruitfull tree; 151.00A.039 God tooke her hence, lest some of us should love 151.00A.040 Her, like that plant, him and his lawes above, 151.00A.041 And when wee teares, hee mercy shed in this, 151.00A.042 To raise our mindes to heaven where now she is; 151.00A.043 Who if her vertues would have let her stay 151.00A.044 Wee'had had a Saint, have now a holiday; 151.00A.045 Her heart was that strange bush, where, sacred fire, 151.00A.046 Religion, did not consume, but'inspire 151.00A.047 Such piety, so chast use of Gods day, 151.00A.048 That what we turne to feast, she turn'd to pray, 151.00A.049 And did prefigure here, in devout tast, 151.00A.050 The rest of her high Sabaoth, which shall last; 151.00A.051 Angels did hand her up, who next God dwell, 151.00A.052 (For she was of that order whence most fell) 151.00A.053 Her body left with us, lest some had said, 151.00A.054 Shee could not die, except they saw her dead; 151.00A.055 For from lesse vertue, and lesse beautiousnesse, 151.00A.056 The Gentiles fram'd them Gods and Goddesses. 151.00A.057 The ravenous earth that now woes her to be, 151.00A.058 Earth too, will be a %1Lemnia%2; and the tree 151.00A.059 That wraps that christall in a wooden Tombe, 151.00A.060 Shall be tooke up spruce, fill'd with diamond; [And] 151.00A.061 And we her sad glad friends all beare a part [p. 298] 151.00A.062 Of griefe, for all would waste a Stoicks heart. 151.00A.SS om 151.00A.0$$ Even lines indented two spaces