IDENTLINE$$ F151B07|BoulNar|Add 18647|ff. 16-7|Original EWS 6-4-85 151.B07.0HE %1Elegie vpon the death of Mistress Boulstred%2 151.B07.001 Language thou art to narrow, and to weake [f. 16] 151.B07.002 To ease vs now; Greate sorrow cannot speake 151.B07.003 If wee could sigh out accents, and weepe words, 151.B07.004 Greif weares, and lessens, that tears breath affords 151.B07.005 Sad harte the less they seeme, the more they are 151.B07.006 (So guiltiest men stand mutest at the barr) 151.B07.007 Not that they know not, feele not their estate 151.B07.008 But extreame sence hath made them desperate 151.B07.009 Sorrow, to whom %Yall%Z wee owe all that wee bee 151.B07.010 Tyrant in the fifts, and greatest %1Monarchy%2 151.B07.011 Wast that shee did possess all harte before 151.B07.012 Thou hast kill'd her to make thy Empire more? 151.B07.013 Knew'st thou some would, that knew her not lament? 151.B07.014 As in a deluge perish the Innocent? 151.B07.015 Wa'st not ynough to have that pallace wonne 151.B07.016 But thou must raze it too that was vndoone? 151.B07.017 Had'st thou stayed there, and look'd out at her eyes, 151.B07.018 All had ador'd thee, that now from thee flies, 151.B07.019 ffor they lett out more light then they tooke in, 151.B07.020 they tolde not when, but did the daye beginn 151.B07.021 She was to Saphirine, and cleare for thee; 151.B07.022 Claye, fflint, & Ieate, now thy fitt dwellinge bee 151.B07.023 Alas shee was to pure, but not to weake 151.B07.024 Who ere sawe Christall Ordinance but would breake 151.B07.025 And if wee by thy Conquest by her fall 151.B07.026 Tha'st lost thy end for in her perish all [cw:Or] 151.B07.027 Or if wee live, wee live but to rebell [f. 16v] 151.B07.028 They know the better now that knew her well 151.B07.029 If wee should vapour out, or pine, and die 151.B07.030 since the first went, that were not miserie 151.B07.031 Shee chaung'd our world, w%5th%6 hers; now shee is gon 151.B07.032 Mirth and prosperitie is oppression, 151.B07.033 ffor of all morralls %Ywe%Z vertues shee was all 151.B07.034 The %1Ethicks%2 speake of vertues Cardinall 151.B07.035 Her soule was Paradise; the Cherubin 151.B07.036 Set to keepe it was grace, that kept out sinn 151.B07.037 Shee had no more, then let in death; for wee 151.B07.038 All reape consumption from one fruitless tree 151.B07.039 God tooke her hence, least some of vs should love 151.B07.040 Her, like that plant him, and his lawes above, 151.B07.041 And when wee teares, hee merry shed in this 151.B07.042 To raise our minds to Heauen where now shee is, 151.B07.043 Who if her vertues would have lett her staye 151.B07.044 wee had, had a Saint, now a Hollidaye 151.B07.045 Her hart was the strange bush where sacred fire 151.B07.046 Religion did not consume, but inspire 151.B07.047 Such pietie, soe chast vse of Gods daye 151.B07.048 That what wee turne to feasts, shee turn'd to praye 151.B07.049 And did profiqure, here in deuout tast 151.B07.050 The rest of her high Sabboth, w%5ch%6 shall last 151.B07.051 Angells did hand her vp, who next God dwell 151.B07.052 (ffor she was of that order whence most fell) 151.B07.053 Her body left w%5th%6 vs, least some had sed 151.B07.054 She could not die, except they saw her dead 151.B07.055 ffor from less vertue, and less beauteousnesse 151.B07.056 The Gentiles fram'd then Gods and Goddesses 151.B07.057 The rauenous earth, that now woes her to bee, 151.B07.058 Earth too, wilbe Lemmia, and the tree 151.B07.059 That wrapps that Christall in a woodden tombe 151.B07.060 Shall be tooke vp spruce, fill'd w%5th%6 dyamon 151.B07.061 And wee her sad, glad, freinds all beare a part, 151.B07.062 Of greife, for all would wast a Stoicks hart. 151.B07.0SS ffinis 151.B07.$$ Even lines indented 2 spaces