IDENTILIN$$ F151H04|BoulNar|Harvard, fMS 966.3 (Norton)|ff.29v-30v, pp.58-60|mf T-LP 5Sep87 151.H04.HE Elegie vpon the death of M%5rs%6 Bulstred: [29v] 151.H04.001 Language thou art too narrowe and too weake 151.H04.002 to ease vs nowe: great sorrowe cannot speake 151.H04.003 If we could sigh our accents, and weepe wordes, 151.H04.004 Greife weares|,| and lessens; that teares breath affords 151.H04.005 Sad hearts, the lesse they seeme the more they are 151.H04.006 (Soe guiltiest men stand mutest at the Barre) 151.H04.007 Not that they knowe not, feele not their estate 151.H04.008 but extreame sence hath made them desperate; 151.H04.009 Sorrowe, to whom we owe all that we be 151.H04.010 Tyrant in the ffift, and greatest Monarchy [CW:Wa'st#that] 151.H04.011 Was't that she did possesse all heartes before [30] 151.H04.012 thou hast kill'd her to make thy Empire more? 151.H04.013 Knewst thou some would that knewe her not lament? 151.H04.014 as in a%A deluge perish thInnocent? 151.H04.015 Was't not enough to haue that pallace wonne 151.H04.016 but thou must raze it too, that wa%As vndone? 151.H04.017 Hadst thou staid there, and lookte out at her eies 151.H04.018 All had adord thee that nowe from thee flies 151.H04.019 But, for, they let out more light, then they tooke in 151.H04.020 they told not when but did the day begin; 151.H04.021 She was too Saphirine, and cleare for thee 151.H04.022 Clay, fflint, and Iett nowe thy fitt dwellinges be; 151.H04.023 Alas she was too pure, but not too wea%Ake 151.H04.024 Who er'e sawe Christall Ordnance but would breake? 151.H04.025 And if we be thy Conquest by %Ythy%Z>her fa%All 151.H04.026 th'hast lost thy end, ffor in her perish all, 151.H04.027 Or if we liue, we liue but to rebell 151.H04.028 they knowe her better nowe that knewe her well 151.H04.029 If we should vapour out, and pine, and die 151.H04.030 Since, the[var:s] first went, that were not miserie: 151.H04.031 She channg'd our world w%5th%6 hers: nowe she is gone 151.H04.032 mirth and prosperitie, is oppression 151.H04.033 ffor of all Morall vertues she was a%All 151.H04.034 The Ethicks speake of vertues Cardinall 151.H04.035 Her soule was Paradise; the Cherubin 151.H04.036 set to keepe it was Grace, that kept out sinne, 151.H04.037 She had noe more then let in death; ffor wee 151.H04.038 All reape consumption from one fruitefull tree: 151.H04.039 God tooke her hence, least some of vs should love 151.H04.040 her like that pla%Ant, him, and his lawes above: 151.H04.041 And when we teares, he mercie shed in this 151.H04.042 to raise our myndes to heau'n, where nowe she is; 151.H04.043 Who, if her vertues would haue let her staie 151.H04.044 We had had a Saint, >have nowe a%A Holidaye 151.H04.045 Her heart was that strange Bush, where sacred fire 151.H04.046 religion did not consume, but inspire 151.H04.047 Such pietie, such chast vse of Gods daie [30v] 151.H04.048 that what we turne to ffeasts, she turnd to praie 151.H04.049 And did prefigure heere in devout tast 151.H04.050 the rest of her high Sabboth w%5ch%6 shall la%Ast 151.H04.051 Angells did hand her vp, who next god dwell 151.H04.052 (for she was of that order whence most fell;) 151.H04.053 Her body left w%5th%6 vs, least some had said 151.H04.054 she could not die, except they sawe her dead 151.H04.055 For from lesse vertue, and lesse beauteousnes 151.H04.056 The Gentiles framd them Goddes and Goddesses: 151.H04.057 The ra%Avenous earth, that nowe woes her to be 151.H04.058 earth too, will be Lemnia, and the tree 151.H04.059 That wrapps that Christall in a woodden Tombe 151.H04.060 shall be tooke vp spruce, filld w%5th%6 diamond. 151.H04.061 And we, her sad glad ffreindes, all bea%Are a%A pa%Art 151.H04.062 of greife; ffor all would wast a Stoicks heart: 151.H04.SS om 151.H04.$$ Alternate lines indented 3sp.; variant (l.30) and insertion (l.44) in a later hand; some syllables accented in the scribal hand.