IDENTILIN$$ F149OJ1|Mark|Crynes 1633|pp. 66-68|EWS Original 1-12-87 149.OJ1.0HE %1Elegie on the Lady%2 Marckham. 149.OJ1.001 MAn is the World, and death th'Ocean, [p. 66] 149.OJ1.002 To which God gives the lower parts of man. 149.OJ1.003 This Sea invirons all, and though as yet 149.OJ1.004 God hath set markes, and bounds, twixt us and it, 149.OJ1.005 Yet doth it rore, and gnaw, and still pretend, 149.OJ1.006 And breaks our banke, when ere it takes a friend. 149.OJ1.007 Then our land waters (teares of passion) vent; 149.OJ1.008 Our waters, then, above our firmament. 149.OJ1.009 (Teares which our Soule doth for her sins let fall) 149.OJ1.010 Take all a brackish tast, and Funerall. 149.OJ1.011 And even those teares, which should wash sin, are sin. 149.OJ1.012 We, after Gods %1Noe%2, drowne the world againe. 149.OJ1.013 Nothing but man of all invenom'd things [cw: Doth] 149.OJ1.014 Doth worke upon itselfe, with inborne stings. [p. 67] 149.OJ1.015 Teares are false Spectacles, we cannot see 149.OJ1.016 Through passions mist, what wee are, or what shee. 149.OJ1.017 In her this sea of death hath made no breach, 149.OJ1.018 But as the tide doth wash the slimie beach, 149.OJ1.019 And leaves embroderd workes upon the sand, 149.OJ1.020 So is her flesh refin'd by deaths cold hand. 149.OJ1.021 As men of China,'after an ages stay 149.OJ1.022 Do take up Porcelane, where they buried Clay; 149.OJ1.023 So at this grave, her limbecke, which refines 149.OJ1.024 The Diamonds, Rubies, Saphires, Pearles, & Mines, 149.OJ1.025 Of which, this flesh was, her soule shall inspire 149.OJ1.026 Flesh of such stuffe, as God, when his last fire 149.OJ1.027 Annuls this world, to recompence it, shall, 149.OJ1.028 Make and name then, th'Elixar of this All. 149.OJ1.029 They say, the sea, when it gaines, loseth too; 149.OJ1.030 If carnall Death (the yonger brother) doe 149.OJ1.031 Usurpe the body,'our soule, which subject is 149.OJ1.032 To th'elder death, by sinne, is freed by this; 149.OJ1.033 They perish both, when they attempt the just; 149.OJ1.034 For, graves our trophies are, and both, deaths dust. 149.OJ1.035 So, unobnoxious now, she'hath buried both; 149.OJ1.036 For, none to death sinnes, that to sinne is loth. 149.OJ1.037 Nor doe they die, which are not loth to die, 149.OJ1.038 So hath she this, and that virginity. 149.OJ1.039 Grace was in her extremely diligent, 149.OJ1.040 That kept her from sinne, yet made her repent. 149.OJ1.041 Of what small spots pure white complaines! Alas, 149.OJ1.042 How little poyson cracks a christall glasse? 149.OJ1.043 She sinn'd, but just enough to let us see [cw: That] 149.OJ1.044 [That Gods word must be true, All sinners bee,] 149.OJ1.045 [So much did zeale her Conscience rarifie,] 149.OJ1.046 That, extreme truth lack'd little of a lye, [p. 68] 149.OJ1.047 Making omissions, acts; laying the touch 149.OJ1.048 Of sinne, on things that sometimes may be such. 149.OJ1.049 As %1Moses%2 Cherubines, whose natures doe 149.OJ1.050 Surpasse all speed, by him are winged too: 149.OJ1.051 So would her soule, already'in heaven, seeme then, 149.OJ1.052 To clyme by teares, the common staires of men. 149.OJ1.053 How fit she was for God, I am content 149.OJ1.054 To speake, that death his vaine hast may repent. 149.OJ1.055 How fit for us, how even and how sweet, 149.OJ1.056 How good in all her titles, and how meet, 149.OJ1.057 To have reform'd this forward heresie, 149.OJ1.058 That woman can no parts of friendship bee; 149.OJ1.059 How Morall, how Divine shall not be told, 149.OJ1.060 Lest they that heare her vertues, thinke her old. 149.OJ1.061 And lest we take Deaths part, and make him glad 149.OJ1.062 Of such a prey, and to his tryumph adde. 149.OJ1.0SS om 149.OJ1.$$ Even lines indented 2 spaces. Additions are in ms at bottom of p. 67.