IDENTLINE$$ F151CT1|BoulNar|Puckering MS R.3.12|Pp. 35-7|EWS Original 6-24-85 151.CT1.0HE Elegie vpon the death of Mistress Boulstred 151.CT1.001 Language thou art two narrowe, & to weake [p. 35] 151.CT1.002 To ease vs nowe; Great sorrow cannot speake. 151.CT1.003 If wee could sigh out accents, and weepe words 151.CT1.004 Grief weares, & lessens, y%5t%6 teares breath affords. 151.CT1.005 Sad harts the less they seeme, the more they are 151.CT1.006 (So guiltiest men stand mutest at the barre) 151.CT1.007 Not that they know not, feele not their estate 151.CT1.008 But extreame sence hath made them desperate. 151.CT1.009 Sorrow, to whom wee owe all that wee bee 151.CT1.010 Tyrant in the fifte, and greatest Monarchy. 151.CT1.011 Wast that shee did possess all hearts before 151.CT1.012 Thou hast kill'd her to make thy Empire more? 151.CT1.013 Knew'st thou some would, y%5t%6 knew her not lament? 151.CT1.014 As in a deluge perish the Innocent? 151.CT1.015 Was't not enough to haue that pallace wonne 151.CT1.016 But thou must raze it too, that was vndone? 151.CT1.017 Had'st thou staid there, and look'd out at her eyes, 151.CT1.018 All had ador'd thee that nowe from thee flyes. 151.CT1.019 ffor they let out more light then they tooke in, 151.CT1.020 They told not when, but did y%5e%6 day beginne. 151.CT1.021 Shee was to Saphirine, and cleare for thee; 151.CT1.022 Clay, Flint, and Iett, now thy fitt dwellings bee. 151.CT1.023 Alass shee was to pure, but not to weake 151.CT1.024 Who ere sawe Christall Ord'nance but would breake 151.CT1.025 And if wee bee thy Conquest by her fall 151.CT1.026 Th'ast lost thy end, for in her perish all. [cw: Or] 151.CT1.027 Or if wee liue wee liue but to rebell [p. 36] 151.CT1.028 They know her better now y%5t%6 knew her well 151.CT1.029 If wee should vapour out, or pine, and dye 151.CT1.030 Since the first went, that were not miserie. 151.CT1.031 Shee chaung'd our world w%5th%6 hers; now shee is gone 151.CT1.032 Mirth and prosperitie is oppression. 151.CT1.033 For of all morall vertues shee was all 151.CT1.034 The Ethicks speak of virtues Cardinall 151.CT1.035 Her soule was Paradise; the Cherubin 151.CT1.036 Set to keepe it was grace, y%5t%6 kept out sinne 151.CT1.037 Shee had no more then let in death; for wee 151.CT1.038 All reape consumption from one fruictfull tree, 151.CT1.039 God tooke her hence, least some of vs should loue 151.CT1.040 Her, like that plant, him, & his lawes aboue. 151.CT1.041 And when wee teares, hee mercy shed in this 151.CT1.042 To raise our mindes to heau`n where now shee is. 151.CT1.043 Who if her vertues would haue lett her stay 151.CT1.044 Wee had had a Sainte, now a holidaye 151.CT1.045 Her hart was the strange bush where sacred fire 151.CT1.046 Religion did not consume, but inspire 151.CT1.047 Such pietie, soe chast vse of Gods day 151.CT1.048 That what wee turn'd to feasts, shee turn'd to pray 151.CT1.049 And did prefigure here in deuout tast 151.CT1.050 The rest of her high Sabaoth, w%5ch%6 shall laste 151.CT1.051 Angells did hand her vp, who next God dwell 151.CT1.052 (ffor shee was of that order whence most fell) 151.CT1.053 Her bodie lefte w%5th%6 vs, least some had sed 151.CT1.054 Shee could not dy except they sawe her dead. [cw: ffor] 151.CT1.055 ffor from less vertue, and less beauteousnesse [p. 37] 151.CT1.056 The Gentils fram'd them Gods, and Goddesses 151.CT1.057 The rauenous earth y%5t%6 nowe wooes her to bee 151.CT1.058 Earth to., will bee Lemnia, and the tree 151.CT1.059 That wrapps y%5t%6 Christall in a wooden tombe 151.CT1.060 Shall bee tooke vp spruce, fill'd w%5th%6 Diamon 151.CT1.061 And wee her sad, glad friends all beare a part 151.CT1.062 Of grief, for all would wast a Stoicks hart. 151.CT1.0SS ffinis 151.CT1.0$$ Even lines indented 2 spaces. Uses fold in paper to create rules