IDENTILIN$$  F149CT1|Mark|R.3.12 Puckering|Pp. 24-26|EWS  Original  6-24-85  
149.CT1.0HE  An Elegie vppon the Death of the Ladie Marckham.
149.CT1.001  Man is the world, and Death the Ocean [p. 24]
149.CT1.002  To w%5ch%6 God giues the lower parts of man,
149.CT1.003  This sea enuirons all, and though as yet [sp] s->&
149.CT1.004  God hath set marks, & bounds twixt & it,
149.CT1.005  Yet doth it roare, & gnawe, and still pretend,
149.CT1.006  And breaks our banks when ere it takes a friend.
149.CT1.007  Then our land waters (teares of passion) vent [cw: Our]
149.CT1.008  Our water's then aboue our firmament [p. 25]
149.CT1.009  (Teares w%5ch%6 our soule doth for her sin let fall)
149.CT1.010  Take all a brackish tast and funerall,
149.CT1.011  And eu'n those teares w%5ch%6 should wash sinne are sinn,
149.CT1.012  Wee after Gods Noah, drowne the world againe
149.CT1.013  Nothing but man, of all enuenom'd thinges
149.CT1.014  Doth worke vppon it self w%5th%6 in-borne stings,
149.CT1.015  Teares are false spectacles; wee cannot see
149.CT1.016  Through passions mist, what wee are, nor what shee.
149.CT1.017  In her this sea of death hath made noe breach,
149.CT1.018  But as the tyde doth wash the slymy beach,
149.CT1.019  And leaues embroidered works vpon the sand,
149.CT1.020  So is her flesh refin'd by deaths cold hand
149.CT1.021  As men of China, after an ages stay,
149.CT1.022  Doe take vp Purslane where they buried clay;
149.CT1.023  So at this Graue, her limbeck w%5ch%6 refines
149.CT1.024  The Diamonds, rubies, Saphires, Pearles, & mynes
149.CT1.025  Of w%5ch%6 this flesh was; her Soule shall inspire
149.CT1.026  fflesh of such stuff, as God when his last fire
149.CT1.027  Annulls this world, to recompence it shall
149.CT1.028  Make, and name then the Elixar of this All.
149.CT1.029  They say when the earth gaines it looseth too;
149.CT1.030  If carnall death the younger brother doe
149.CT1.031  Vsurpe the bodie, our Soule w%5ch%6 subiect is
149.CT1.032  To the'elder death, by sinn, is freed by this;
149.CT1.033  They perish both when they attempt the Iust,
149.CT1.034  ffor graues our Trophees are, & both deaths dust,
149.CT1.035  Soe vnobnoxious now shee hath buried both [cw: ffor]
149.CT1.036  For none to death sinns, w%5ch%6 to sinne are loath [p. 26]
149.CT1.037  Nor doe they dye w%5ch%6 are not loath to dye,
149.CT1.038  So shee hath this, and that virginity
149.CT1.039  Grace was in her extreamly diligent
149.CT1.040  That kept her from sinn, yet made her repent
149.CT1.041  Of what small spotts pure white complaines?  alasse
149.CT1.042  How litle poison breakes a Christall glasse
149.CT1.043  Shee sinn'd but Iust enough to let vs see
149.CT1.044  That Gods word must bee true, all sinners bee.
149.CT1.045  So much did Zeale her conscience rarefie,
149.CT1.046  That extreame truthe lack'd litle of a lye;
149.CT1.047  Making omissions acts, laying the tutch
149.CT1.048  Of sinn on sinns w%5ch%6 sometimes may be such.
149.CT1.049  As Moses Cherubins, whose nature doe
149.CT1.050  Surpasse all speed, by him are winged too.
149.CT1.051  So would her soule alreadie in heauen, seeme then
149.CT1.052  To clyme by teares (the comon stayres of men)
149.CT1.053  Howe fitt shee was for God, I am content
149.CT1.054  To speake y%5t%6 death his vaine-hast may repent.
149.CT1.055  How fitt for vs, how euen, and howe sweet,
149.CT1.056  Howe good in all her titles, and how meet
149.CT1.057  To haue reform'd this froward heresie
149.CT1.058  That woemen can noe parts of friendship bee
149.CT1.059  Howe morall, how diuine, shall not bee told,
149.CT1.060  Least they y%5t%6 heare her vertues, thinck her old
149.CT1.061  And least wee take deaths part, & make him glad
149.CT1.062  Of such a prey, and to his triumphs add.
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