|
| How good in all her Titles, and how meete [f. 37] |
| To haue reform'd this forward Heresie |
| That Weomen can not* Part of freindship bee. |
| How morrall, how deuine shall not bee told, |
| Least they that heare her Vertues, think her old. |
| And least wee take Deaths Part, and make him gladd |
| Of such a Pray, and to his tryumphe add.| |
|
| Elegie. on Mrs Boulstred. |
|
| Death I recant, and saie, vnsaid by Mee |
| What ere hath sly'pt, that might diminish Thee. |
| Spirituall Treason, Atheisme tis to saie |
| That Anie can thy Summons disobaie. |
| Th'Earthes Face is but thy Table; There are sett |
| Plants, Cattle, Men, dishes for death to eate. |
| In a rude hunger, now hee Millions drawes |
| Into his bloodie, or Plaguie, or Starved Iawes. |
| Now hee will seeme to spare, and doth more wast |
| Eating the best first, well preserv'd to last. |
| Now wantonlie hee spoyles, and eates vs not |
| But breakes of Freinds, and letts vs peecemeale rott. |
| Nor will this Earth serve him: Hee synkes the deepe
|
[CW: Where] |