IDENTILIN$$  F149C08|Mark|Leconfield|ff. 41v-43|EWS  Original  6-17-85
149.C08.0HE  Elegie on the Ladie Markham.
149.C08.001  Man is the worlde, and death the Ocean [f. 41v]
149.C08.002  To w%5ch%6 god giues the lower part of man.
149.C08.003  The Sea inuirons all, and though as yett
149.C08.004  God hath sett marks and bounds twixt vs and itt,
149.C08.005  Yett dooth itt roare and gnawe and still pretend
149.C08.006  And breakes our bancks, when ere itt takes a frend.
149.C08.007  Then our land waters (Teares of passion) vent
149.C08.008  Our waters then->there aboue our firmament. [cw: Teares]
149.C08.009  (Teares w%5ch%6 our soule dooth for her sinn lett fall) [f. 42]
149.C08.010  Take all a brackish taste and funerall.
149.C08.011  And euen these teares, w%5ch%6 should wash sin, are sin
149.C08.012  Wee after Gods Noe, drowne our worlde againe.
149.C08.013  Nothing butt man of all invenim'd things 
149.C08.014  Dooth worke vpon itt self, with in borne stings.
149.C08.015  Teares are false spectacles, wee cannot see,
149.C08.016  Through passions mist, what they are, or what wee.
149.C08.017  In her this Sea of death hath made no breach
149.C08.018  Butt as the tyde, dooth wash the slymie beach,
149.C08.019  And leaues embroidered works vpon the sand,
149.C08.020  So is her flesh refin'd, by deaths colde hand.
149.C08.021  As men of Chyna, after an ages stay
149.C08.022  Doe take vp Purslends, where they buried clay.
149.C08.023  So at this graue, her limbeck, w%5ch%6 refines
149.C08.024  The Diamonds, rubies, Saphyres, pearls and Myne.
149.C08.025  Of w%5ch%6 this flesh was, her soule shall inspire
149.C08.026  fflesh of such stuff, as God when his last fire
149.C08.027  Annulls this worlde, To recompence itt shall
149.C08.028  Make and name them, Th'Elixar of this all.
149.C08.029  They say the Sea, when itt gaines looseth too,
149.C08.030  Yf carnall death (the yonger brother, doe [cw: vsurpe]
149.C08.031  Vsurp the bodie, our soule w%5ch%6 subiect is [f. 42v]
149.C08.032  To th'elder death by sin, is freed by this.
149.C08.033  They perish both, whoe attempt the iust
149.C08.034  ffor graues our trophies are, and bothe dead dust.
149.C08.035  So vnobnoxious now, shee hath buried bothe,
149.C08.036  ffor none to death sinns, that to death is lothe.
149.C08.037  Nor did they dye, w%5ch%6 are not lothe to dye,
149.C08.038  So hath shee this, and that virginitie.
149.C08.039  Grace was in her extreamlie diligent
149.C08.040  That kept her from sin, yett made her repent.
149.C08.041  Of whatt small spotts, pure white complaines. alas
149.C08.042  How little poisen breakes a Christall glas?
149.C08.043  Shee sin'd, butt iust enough to lett vs see,
149.C08.044  That gods worde must be true.  All sinn%5rs%6 bee.
149.C08.045  So much did zeale her conscience rectify,
149.C08.046  That extreame truth, lack'd little of a lye,
149.C08.047  Making omissions, acts, laying the touch 
149.C08.048  Of sinn on things, that sometimes may bee such.
149.C08.049  As Moses Cherubins, whose natures doe
149.C08.050  Surpas all speede, by him are winged too.
149.C08.051  So would her soule, Alreadie in heauen, seeme then
149.C08.052  To clyme by teares, the com%Mon stayres of men. [cw: How./
149.C08.053  How fitt shee was for god, I am content [f. 43]
149.C08.054  To speake, that death his vaine hast maie repent.
149.C08.055  How fitt for vs, how euen, and how sweete
149.C08.056  How good in all her tytles and how meete,
149.C08.057  To haue reform'd this forward heresie
149.C08.058  That weomen can no parts of frendship bee.
149.C08.059  How morall, how diuine, shall not be toulde
149.C08.060  Least they that heare her virtues, thinck her olde.
149.C08.061  And least wee take deaths part, and make him glad
149.C08.062  Of such a praye, and to his tryumphs ad.
149.C08.0SS  om
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