IDENTLINE$$  F151SN2|BoulNar|Hawthornden VIII, 2060|ff. 165v-6v|Original EWS 6-15-83
151.SN2.0HE  om
151.SN2.001  Language thou art to narrow and to weake [f. 165v]
151.SN2.002  To ease vs now, great sorrow can not speake;
151.SN2.003  If wee could sigh our accents, & weep wordes,
151.SN2.004  Griefe weares, and lessones that teares breath affords.
151.SN2.005  Sad harts the lesse they seeme the more they are,
151.SN2.006  So guiltiest men stand mutest at the Barre
151.SN2.007  Not that they know not, feele not their estate
151.SN2.008  But extreame sense hath made them desperate.
151.SN2.009  Sor%Yr%Zow to whom wee ow all that wee bee
151.SN2.010  Tyrant in the first and greatest monarchye,
151.SN2.011  Wast that shee did possesse all harts before
151.SN2.012  Thou hast killd her to make thy empire more?
151.SN2.013  Knewst thou some would that knew her not lament,
151.SN2.014  As in a deludge perish the innocent?
151.SN2.015  Wast not enough to haue that Pallice wonne
151.SN2.016  But thou must raze it to that was vndone?
151.SN2.017  Hadst thou stayd there & lookt out all her eyes,
151.SN2.018  All had adord thee y%5t%6 now from thee flies,
151.SN2.019  for they let out more light than they tooke in [f. 166]
151.SN2.020  They could not.  When the day begine
151.SN2.021  Shee was to saphirine, and ceere for thee,
151.SN2.022  Clay, flint and ieat now thy fit dwelling bee,
151.SN2.023  Alas shee was to pure but not to weake,
151.SN2.024  Who ere saw christall Ordinance but would breake?
151.SN2.025  And if wee be thy conquest by her fall
151.SN2.026  Thou hast lost thy end for in her perish all.
151.SN2.027  or if wee liue, wee liue but to rebell
151.SN2.028  They know her better now that knew her well.
151.SN2.029  If wee should vapour out, or pine or dye,
151.SN2.030  Since shee first went, that were not miserye.
151.SN2.031  Shee our world w%5t%6 her, now shee is gone,
151.SN2.032  Mirth and prosperity is oppression.
151.SN2.033  For of all mortall vertues shee was all
151.SN2.034  The ethnicks spoke of vertues cardinall.
151.SN2.035  Her Soule was Paradise the cherubin
151.SN2.036  Set to kep it, was grace to keep out sinne.
151.SN2.037  Shee had no more than let in death, for wee
151.SN2.038  all reape consumption from one Fruitfull Tree.
151.SN2.039  God tooke her home least some of vs should loue
151.SN2.040  Her like that plant, him and his lawes aboue,
151.SN2.041  And when wee teares hee mercie shed in this
151.SN2.042  To raise our minds to heauen where now shee is,
151.SN2.043  Who if her vertues would haue let her stay
151.SN2.044  Wee had had a Saint now & a holyday.
151.SN2.045  Her hart was that strange Bush where sacred fire
151.SN2.046  Religion, did not consume but inspire.
151.SN2.047  Such Piety, so chast vse of gods day
151.SN2.048  That when wee turnd to feast shee turnd to %7prayr%8
151.SN2.049  And did prefigure heere in dainty taste
151.SN2.050  The rest of her high Sabboth which shall laste
151.SN2.051  Angells did heaue her vp who next God dwell,
151.SN2.052  for shee was of that order whence most fell,
151.SN2.053  Her body left w%5t%6 vs lest some had sayd
151.SN2.054  Shee could not dye except they saw her dead
151.SN2.055  for, from lesse vertue & lesse beauteousnesse,
151.SN2.056  The gentils formd their Gods & goddesses
151.SN2.057  The rauenis earth that now %Yolay%Z ^woes her to be
151.SN2.058  Earth to will be . . . and the Tree
151.SN2.059  That wraps that chrytall in a woodded Tombe
151.SN2.060  Shall be toke vp a piece filld w%5t%6 diamond
151.SN2.061  And wee her sad glad frends all beare apart
151.SN2.062  of griefe for all would wast a %7stoicks hart.%8
151.SN2.0SS  om
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