IDENTLINE$$ F151B46|BoulNar|Stowe 961|ff. 34-5|Original EWS 8-10-85 151.B46.0HE A Funerall Elegie vpon the %/Death of M%5rs%6 Boulstred./ 151.B46.001 Language, thou art too narrowe, and too weake [f. 34] 151.B46.002 to ease us now, Great Sorrowes cannot speake 151.B46.003 If wee could sighe out accents and weepe words 151.B46.004 Griefe weares and lessens, y%5t%6 teares breath affords 151.B46.005 Sad harts the lesse they Seeme, the more they are 151.B46.006 (So guiltiest men, stand mutest at the Barr.) 151.B46.007 Not that they knowe not, feele not theire estate 151.B46.008 But extreame Sence hath made them desperate. 151.B46.009 Sorrowe, to whome we owe, all that we bee 151.B46.010 Tyrant in th'firist, and greatest Monarchie, 151.B46.011 Was't that she did posses all harts before? 151.B46.012 Thou hast kild her to make thy empire more 151.B46.013 Knew'st thou some would, that knew hir not, lament? 151.B46.014 As in a Deluge perish th'Innocent? 151.B46.015 Was't not enough to haue that Pallace won 151.B46.016 But thou must rase it too, that was vndon. 151.B46.017 Hadst thou stayd there and look't out at hir eyes 151.B46.018 All had adord thee, that now from thee flies 151.B46.019 For they let out more light then they tooke in 151.B46.020 They told not when, but did the Day begin 151.B46.021 She was too Saphirine, and cleere for thee 151.B46.022 (Clay, Flint, and Iett now thy fitt dwellinge bee) 151.B46.023 Alas! she was too pure, but not too weake 151.B46.024 Who ere saw Christall Ordnance, but would Breake? 151.B46.025 And if we be thy Conquest, by hir fall 151.B46.026 Th"ast lost thy end, for in hir, perish all. 151.B46.027 Or if we liue, we liue but to rebell 151.B46.028 That knowe hir better now, that knew hir well: [f. 34v] 151.B46.029 If we should vapour out, or pine, and die 151.B46.030 Since she first went, that were no Miserie 151.B46.031 She changed our word with hirs, now she is gone 151.B46.032 Mirth and prosperity's oppression 151.B46.033 For all Morrall Virtues she was, all 151.B46.034 That Ethicks speake or Virtues Cardinall 151.B46.035 Hir Soule was Paradise, the Cherubin 151.B46.036 Set to keepe it was Grace, that kept out Sin 151.B46.037 She had no more then let in Death, for wee 151.B46.038 All reape Consumption, from one fruitfull tree. 151.B46.039 God tooke hir hence, least some of us should loue 151.B46.040 Hir like that plant, hir>him and his Lawes aboue 151.B46.041 And when we teares, he, mercie shed in this 151.B46.042 To raise our minds to heauen, where now she is 151.B46.043 Who if her virtues would haue let hir stay 151.B46.044 We had had a Saint, now, a Holieday. 151.B46.045 Hir hart was that strange Bush, where sacred fire 151.B46.046 Relligion did not consume, but inspire: 151.B46.047 Such piety, so chaste use of Gods Day 151.B46.048 That which we turnd to feast, she turn'd to pray. 151.B46.049 And did prefigure here in deuout taste 151.B46.050 The rest of hir highe Sabbaoth that shall last 151.B46.051 Angells did hand her vp, who next God dwell 151.B46.052 (for she was of that order whence most fell) 151.B46.053 Hir bodies left with us least some had sed 151.B46.054 She could not die vnles they saw hir Dead. 151.B46.055 For from lesse virtue, and lesse Beautiousnes [f. 35] 151.B46.056 The Gentiles fram'd their Gods and Goddesses. 151.B46.057 The rauenous Earth, that now woes hir to bee 151.B46.058 Earth too, wilbe Lemnia, and the tree 151.B46.059 That wraps that Christall, in a woodden tombe 151.B46.060 Shalbe tooke up Sprusse filld with Diamond. 151.B46.061 And wee hir glad sad friends each beare a Part 151.B46.062 Of griefe, for all would breake a stoicks hart 151.B46.0SS Finis "P" between two grape clusters 151.B46.$$ Lines 61-2 indented.