IDENTLINE$$ F15100E|BoulNar|1650|sigs.G2-G3,pp.83-85(CtY,MH) 151.00E.0HE E#%9L#E#G%0. XI. /%1Death%2. [G2] 151.00E.001 LAnguage thou art too narrow, and too weak 151.00E.002 To ease us now, great sorrowes cannot speak. 151.00E.003 If we could sigh out accents, and weep words, 151.00E.004 Griefe weares, & lessens, that teares breath affords, 151.00E.005 Sad hearts, the lesse they seem, the more they are, 151.00E.006 (So guiltiest men stand mutest at the barre) 151.00E.007 Not that they know not, feele not their estate, 151.00E.008 But extreme sense hath made them desperate; 151.00E.009 Sorrow, to whom we owe all that we be; 151.00E.010 Tyran, in the fift and greatest Monarchy, 151.00E.011 Was't that she did possesse all hearts before, 151.00E.012 Thou hast kill'd her, to make thy Empire more? 151.00E.013 Knew'st thou some would, that knew her not, lame%Mt, 151.00E.014 As in a deluge perish th'innocent? 151.00E.015 Was't not enough to have that palace wonne, 151.00E.016 But thou must raze it too, that was undone? 151.00E.017 Hadst thou staid there, and look'd out at her eyes, 151.00E.018 All had ador'd thee, that now from thee flies, 151.00E.019 For they let out more light than they tooke in, 151.00E.020 They told not when, but did the day begin; 151.00E.021 She was too Saphirine, and cleare for thee; 151.00E.022 Clay, flint, and jeat now thy fit dwellings be; 151.00E.023 Alas, she was too pure, but not too weak; 151.00E.024 Who e'r saw Crystall Ordinance but would break? [And] 151.00E.025 And if we be thy conquest, by her fall [G2v] 151.00E.026 Th'hast lost thy end, in her we perish all: 151.00E.027 Or if we live, we live but to rebell, 151.00E.028 That know her better now, who knew her well. 151.00E.029 If we should vapour out, and pine and die; 151.00E.030 Since she first went, that were not misery: 151.00E.031 She chang'd our world with hers: now she is gone, 151.00E.032 Mirth and and prosperity is oppression: 151.00E.033 For of all morall vertues she was all, 151.00E.034 That Ethickes speake of vertues cardinall: 151.00E.035 Her soule was Paradise: the Cherubin 151.00E.036 Set to keep it was grace, that kept out sin: 151.00E.037 She had no more than let in death for we 151.00E.038 All reape consumption from one fruitfull tree: 151.00E.039 God tooke her hence, lest some of us should love 151.00E.040 Her, like that plant, him and his lawes above: 151.00E.041 And when we teares, he mercy shed in this, 151.00E.042 To raise our mindes to heaven, where now she is: 151.00E.043 Who if her vertues would have let her stay 151.00E.044 We'had had a Saint, have now a holiday. 151.00E.045 Her heart was that strange bush, where, sacred fire, 151.00E.046 Religion, did not consume, but'inspire 151.00E.047 Such piety, so chaste use of Gods day, 151.00E.048 That what we turne to feast, she turn'd to pray, 151.00E.049 And did prefigure here, in devout taste, 151.00E.050 The rest of her high Sabbath, which shall last. 151.00E.051 Angels did hand her up, who next God dwell, 151.00E.052 (For she was of that order whence most fell) 151.00E.053 Her bodie's left with us, lest some had said, 151.00E.054 She could not die, except they saw her dead; 151.00E.055 For from lesse vertue, and lesse beauteousnesse, 151.00E.056 The Gentiles fram'd them Gods and Goddesses, [The] 151.00E.057 The ravenous earth that now woo's her to be [G3] 151.00E.058 Earth too, will be a %1Lemnia%2; and the tree 151.00E.059 That wraps that Crystall in a wooden Tombe, 151.00E.060 Shall be tooke up spruce, fill'd with diamond: 151.00E.061 And we her sad glad friends all beare a part 151.00E.062 Of griefe, for all would breake a Stoicks heart. 151.00E.SS om 151.00E.0$$ No indentation