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Not that they know not, feel not, their estate, barata
But extreme sense hath made them desperate. opiod
Sorrow, to whom we owe all that we be,
Tyrant i' the fifth and greatest monarchy,
Was 't that she did possess all hearts before
Thou hast kill'd her, to make thy empire more?
Knew'st thou some would, that knew her not, lament,
As in a deluge perish th' innocent?

Was 't not enough to have that palace won,

But thou must raze it too, that was undone?
Hadst thou stay'd there, and look'd out at her eyes,i!
All had ador'd thee that now from thee flies;
For they let out more light than they took in,
They told not when, but did the day begin..
She was too saphirine and clear for thee;

Clay, flint, and jeat, now thy fit dwellings be.

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Alas! she was too pure, but not too weak; RA Whoe'er saw crystal ordnance but would break?

And if we be thy conquest, by her fall

Thou hast lost thy end, in her we perish all:

Or if we live, we live but to rebel,

That know her better now who knew her well:

If we should vapour out, and pine and die, đẻ
Since she first went, that were not misery

She chang'd our world with her's; now she is gone,
Mirth and prosperity 's oppression;

For of all moral virtues she was all

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Her soul was Paradise: the cherubin

Set to keep it was Grace, that kept out Sin:
She had no more than let in Death, for we.
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All reap consumption from one fruitful tree.
God took her hence, lest some of us should love
Her, like that plant, him and his laws above:
And when we tears, he mercy shed in this,

To raise our minds to heaven, where now she is;
Whom if her virtues would have let her stay,"
We' had had a saint, have now a holiday.

Her heart was that strange bush, where sacred fire,
Religion, did not consume, but inspire

Such piety, so chaste use of God's day,
That what we turn'd to feast she turn'd to pray,
And did prefigure here, in devout taste,
The rest of her high Sabbath, which shall last.
Angels did hand her up, who next God dwell;
(For she was of that order whence most fell)
Her body's left with us, lest some had said
She could not die, except they saw her dead :
For from less virtue and less beauteousness
The Gentiles fram'd them gods and goddesses:
The ravenous earth, that now wooes her to be
Earth too, will be a Lémnia, and the tree
That wraps that crystal in a wooden tomb,
Shall be took up spruce, fill'd with diamond;"
And we her sad glad friends all bear a part

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Of grief, for all would break a Stoick's heart62

ELEGY XII.

Upon the loss of his mistress's chain, for which be made satisfaction.

Nor that in colour it was like thy hair,

Armlets of that thou mayʼst still let me wear;
Nor that thy hand it oft' embrac'd and kist,
For so it had that good which oft' I mist;
Nor for that silly old morality,

That as these links were knit our loves should be,
Mourn I, that I thy sevenfold chain have lost;
Nor for the luck's sake, but the bitter cost.
O! shall twelve righteous angels, which as yet
No leaven of vile solder did admit;

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Nor yet by any way have stray'd or gone
From the first state of their creation; ¿
Angels which Heave'n commanded to provide
All things to me, and be my faithful guide;
To gain new friends, t' appease old enemies,
To comfort my soul when I lie or rise;
Shall these twelve innocents, by thy severe
Sentence, (dread Judge!) my sins great burthen bear?
Shall they be damn'd, and in the furnace thrown,

And punish'd for offences not their own?
They save not me, they do not ease my pains,
When in that hell thy 're burnt and tied in chains:

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Were they but crowns of France, I cared not,
For most of them their natural country rot
*think possesseth; they come here to us

So pale, so lame, so lean, so ruinous;

And howsoe'er French kings Most Christian be,
Their crowns are circumcis'd most Jewishly;
Or were they Spanish stamps, still travelling,
That are become as catholic as their king,
Those unlickt bear-whelps, unfil'd pistolets,
That (more than cannon-shot) avails or lets,
Which, negligently left unrounded, look
Like many angled figures in the book
Of some dread conjurer, that would enforce
Nature, as these do Justice, from her course;

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Which, as the soul quickens head, feet, and heart,
As streams like veins run thro' th' earth's ev'ry part,
Visit all countries, and have slily made

Gorgeous France. ruin'd; ragged and decay'd
Scotland, which knew no státe, proud in one day,
And mangled seventeen-headed Belgia;

Or were it such gold as that wherewithal
Almighty chimics from each mineral,
Having by subtile fire a soul out-pull'd,
Are dirtily and desperately gull'd;

I would not spit to quench the fire they're in,
For they are guilty of much heinous sin.
But shall my harmless angels perish? shall
I lose my guard, my ease, my food, my all?
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Much hope, which they should nourish, will be dead;
Much of my able youth and lusty head
Will vanish, if thou, Love, let them alone, I
For thou wilt love me less when they are gone;
And be content that some loud squeaking cryer,
Well pleas'd with one lean thread-bare groat for hire,
May like a devil roar thro' every street,

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And gall the finder's conscience if they meet **RE
Or let me creep to some dread conjurer,

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That with fantastic scenes fills full much paper 360
Which hath divided heaven in tenements,

And with whores, thieves, and murd'rers, stuft his
So full, that tho' he pass them all in sin,596. [rents
He leaves himself no room to enter in.list as 970A
But if, when all his art and time is spent, je koša
He say 'twill ne'er be found, yet be content! #B**
Receive from him the doom ungrudgingly, Hasræk!
Because he is the mouth of Destiny.

Thou say'st (alas!) the gold doth still remain, d #13
Tho' it be chang'd, and put into a Chain; kot bo
So in the first fall'n angels resteth still.
Wisdom and knowledge, but 'tis turn'd to ill
As these should do good works, and should provide
Necessities, but now must nurse thy pride;
And they are still bad angels; mine are none;
For form gives being, and their form is gone:
Pity these angels yet; their dignities Reps yɛIA
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