IDENTILIN$$  F149B46|Mark|BL Stowe 961|ff. 20v-21v|EWS  Original  7-4-85
149.B46.0HE  A Funerall Elegie vpon the Death of the Ladie Markham.
149.B46.001  Man is the worlde, and Death the Ocean [f. 20v]
149.B46.002  To which God giues the lower parts of man
149.B46.003  This Sea invirons all; and though as yet
149.B46.004  God hath set marks and bounds t'wixt us and it
149.B46.005  Yet doth it roare, and gnawe, and still pretend
149.B46.006  And breakes our bancks when ere it takes a friend
149.B46.007  Then our Land waters (teares of Passion) vent
149.B46.008  Our waters then aboue the firmament
149.B46.009  (teares, which our soule doth for hir sin let fall)
149.B46.010  take all a brackish taste and funerall.
149.B46.011  And euen these teares which should wash sin, are sin
149.B46.012  We after Gods, No, drowne our world agen
149.B46.013  Nothing but man of all invenom'd thinges
149.B46.014  Doth worke vpon it selfe with inborne stinges.
149.B46.015  Teares are false Spectacles.  we cannot see
149.B46.016  Through Passions Mist, what we are, or what, shee.
149.B46.017  In hir this Sea of Death, hath made no breach
149.B46.018  But as the tyde doth waste the slimy Beech
149.B46.019  And leaues inbroidered works vpon the Sande
149.B46.020  So is hir flesh refin'd by Deaths colde Hande.
149.B46.021  As men of Chyna, after an Ages stay
149.B46.022  Do take up Procelane where they burned Clay
149.B46.023  So at this Graue, hir Limbecke, which refines
149.B46.024  The Diamonds, Rubies Saphires, Pearles & mines
149.B46.025  Of which this flesh was, hir Soule shall inspire
149.B46.026  Flesh of such stuffe, as God when his last fire
149.B46.027  Annulls this worlde, to recompence it shall [f. 21]
149.B46.028  Make and name them th'Elixar of this all.
149.B46.029  They say, the sea, when it gaines looseth too
149.B46.030  If Carnall Death, (the yonger Brother) doe
149.B46.031  Vsurpe the Bodie, our Soule, which subiect is
149.B46.032  To th'elder, death, by Sin, is free'd by this
149.B46.033  They perish both, when they attempt the Iust
149.B46.034  (For Graues our trophies are), and both dead dust
149.B46.035  So vnobnoxious now, sh'hath buried both
149.B46.036  For none to death sins, that to sin is loth.
149.B46.037  Nor did they dye, which are not loth to die
149.B46.038  So hath she this, and that virginity
149.B46.039  Grace was in hir extremity diligent
149.B46.040  That kept hir from Sin, yet made hir repent
149.B46.041  Of what small spots pure white Complaines, alas
149.B46.042  How little poison breakes a Christall Glasse.
149.B46.043  She sin'd, but iust enough to let us see
149.B46.044  That Gods word must be true; All Sinners bee.
149.B46.045  So much did Zeale hir Conscience rectifie
149.B46.046  That extreame truth lackt little of a lie
149.B46.047  Making omissions, Acts, laying the tuch
149.B46.048  Of Sin, on things that sometime may be Such
149.B46.049  As Moses Cherubims whose natures doe
149.B46.050  Surpasse all Speede, by him are winged too.
149.B46.051  So would hir Soule allready in Heauen, seeme then
149.B46.052  To climbe, by teares, (the Common staires of men)
149.B46.053  How fit she was for God, I am content
149.B46.054  To speake, that Death his rash haste may repent [f. 21v]
149.B46.055  How fit for us, how euen, and how Sweet
149.B46.056  How good in all hir titles, and how meete
149.B46.057  To haue reform'd this forward Heresie
149.B46.058  That Weomen can no parts of frindshipp bee:
149.B46.059  How morall, how deuine, shall not be tolde,
149.B46.060  Least they that heare hir virtues, thinke her old.
149.B46.061  And least we take Deaths p%Pt, and make him glad
149.B46.062  Of Such a prey and to his Triumphes, add./
149.B46.0SS  Finis
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