IDENTILIN$$  F149B07|Mark|BL Add. 18647 Denbigh|ff. 11v-12v|EWS  Original  6-3-85
149.B07.0HE  %1An Elegie vppon the death of the Ladie Marckham%2 /
149.B07.001  Man is the world and death the Ocean [f. 11v]
149.B07.002  To w%5ch%6 God gives the lower parte of man
149.B07.003  This Sea environs all, and though as yet
149.B07.004  God hath set marks, and bound twixt vs and it
149.B07.005  Yet doth it roare, and gnawe, and still pretend,
149.B07.006  And breakes our bancks when ere it takes a freind
149.B07.007  Then our land waters (teares of passion) vent
149.B07.008  Our waters then above our firmament
149.B07.009  (Teares w%5ch%6 our soule doth for her sinn lett fall)
149.B07.010  Take all a brackish tast and funerall,
149.B07.011  And eu'n those teares w%5ch%6 should wash sinn, are sinn,
149.B07.012  Wee after Gods %1Naath%2, drowne the world againe
149.B07.013  Nothinge but man, of all envenom'd things
149.B07.014  Doth work vppon it selfe w%5th%6in borne stings [cw: Teares]
149.B07.015  Teares are false spectacles; wee cannot see [f. 12]
149.B07.016  Through passions mist, what wee and, nor what shee
149.B07.017  In her this Sea of death, hath made no breach
149.B07.018  But as the Tide doth wash the slimie beach
149.B07.019  And leaves embroidered works vppon the sand,
149.B07.020  So is her flesh refin'd by deaths cold hand
149.B07.021  As men of China, after an ages staye,
149.B07.022  Doe take vp Purslane where they buried claye,
149.B07.023  So at this grave, her Limbeck w%5ch%6 refines,
149.B07.024  The Diamonds, Rubies, Saphiers, Pearles, Mines,
149.B07.025  Of w%5ch%6: this flesh was; her soule shall inspire,
149.B07.026  fflesh of such stuff, as God when his last fire,
149.B07.027  Annulls this world, to recompence it shall
149.B07.028  Make, and name then, the Elixar of this all,
149.B07.029  They saye when the earth gaines it looseth too;
149.B07.030  If carnall death the yonger brother doe,
149.B07.031  Vsurpe the body, our soule w%5ch%6 subiect is,
149.B07.032  To thelder death, by him is freed by this;
149.B07.033  They perish both when they attempt the iust
149.B07.034  ffor Graves our Trophees are, and both deathes dust,
149.B07.035  Soe vnobnoxious now shee hath buried both
149.B07.036  ffor none to death sinnes, w%5ch%6: to him are loath
149.B07.037  Nor doe they die w%5ch%6 are not loath to dye
149.B07.038  So shee hath this and that virginitie
149.B07.039  Grace was in her extreamely diligent
149.B07.040  That kept her from sinn, yet made her repent
149.B07.041  Of what smale spotte pure white complaines?  alasse
149.B07.042  How little poyson breakes a christall glasse
149.B07.043  Shee sinn'd but iust enough to lett vs see
149.B07.044  That Gods word must be true, all sinners bee
149.B07.045  So much did Zeale her conscience rarefie,
149.B07.046  That extreame truth lack'd little of a lie,
149.B07.047  Makinge omissions arte, layinge the %Ytruth%Z->tutch
149.B07.048  Of sinn on sinnes w%5ch%6: sometymes may be such [cw: As]
149.B07.049  As Moses Cherubins, whose nature doe [f. 12v]
149.B07.050  Surpasse all speede, by him are winged too
149.B07.051  So would her soule already in heaven, seeme then,
149.B07.052  To clyme by teares (the com%Mon staires of men)
149.B07.053  How fitt shee was for God, I am content
149.B07.054  To speake of death, his vayne hast maye repent
149.B07.055  How fitt for vs, how even, and how sweete
149.B07.056  How good in all her titles, and how meete
149.B07.057  To have reformed this froward heresie
149.B07.058  %1That woemen can noe, parts of freindship bee%2/
149.B07.059  How morrall, how divine, shall not be tould
149.B07.060  Least they that here her vertues, thinke her olde 
149.B07.061  And least wee take deathes part, and make him gladd
149.B07.062  Of such a prey and to his triumphs add/
149.B07.0SS  om
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