IDENTILIN$$ F149DT1|Mark|Dublin 877 I|ff.38-39|Original EWS 28 April 1986 149.DT1.0HE An Elegie vpon the death of the Ladie Marckam. 149.DT1.001 Man is the world, & Death the Ocean [f. 38] 149.DT1.002 to w%5ch%6 God giues y%5e%6 lower parts of man, 149.DT1.003 This Sea environs all, & though as yet 149.DT1.004 God hath sett marks, & bounds twixt vs, & it, [cw: Yet] 149.DT1.005 Yet doth it roare, & gnawe, and still pretend, [f. 38v] 149.DT1.006 and breakes our banck when ere it takes a friend. 149.DT1.007 Then our land-waters (teares of Passion) vent 149.DT1.008 our water's then aboue our firmament 149.DT1.009 (Teares w%5ch%6 our Soule doth for her sinn let fall) 149.DT1.010 take all a brackish tast, and funerall, 149.DT1.011 And euen those teares w%5ch%6 should wash sin, are sinne, 149.DT1.012 wee after Gods Noah->Noe, drowne our world agen. 149.DT1.013 Nothing but man, of all envenom'd things, 149.DT1.014 doth worke vpon it self w%5th%6 in-borne stings; 149.DT1.015 Teares are false spectacles, wee cannot see 149.DT1.016 through passions mists, what wee are, nor what shee. 149.DT1.017 In her, this sea of Death hath made noe breach, 149.DT1.018 but as the tyde doth wash the slymie beach, 149.DT1.019 And leaues embroidered workes vpon the sand, 149.DT1.020 soe is her fleash refin'de by Deathes cold hand. 149.DT1.021 As men of China after an ages staye, 149.DT1.022 doe take vp Purslane, where they buried clay; 149.DT1.023 Soe at this Graue, her Limbeck, w%5ch%6 refines 149.DT1.024 the Diamonds, Rubies, Saphirs, Pearles, and mynes, 149.DT1.025 Of w%5ch%6 this fleash was; her Soule shall inspire 149.DT1.026 fleash of such stuff; as God, when his last fire 149.DT1.027 Annulls this world, to recompence it, shall 149.DT1.028 Make, & name then the Elixar of this All. 149.DT1.029 They say, when the Sea gaines, it looseth too; 149.DT1.030 if Carnall death, the younger brother doe 149.DT1.031 Vsurpe the bodie, our Soule w%5ch%6 subiect is 149.DT1.032 to th'elder death, by sinn, is freed by this; 149.DT1.033 They perish both, when they attempt the Iust, 149.DT1.034 for Graues our Trophees are, & both Deaths dust. 149.DT1.035 Soe vn-obnoxious nowe shee hath buried both 149.DT1.036 for none to death sinns, w%5ch%6 to sinn are loath. 149.DT1.037 Nor doe they die w%5ch%6 are not loath to dye, 149.DT1.038 soe shee hath this and that Virginitie. [cw: Grace] 149.DT1.039 Grace was in her extreamly diligent, [f. 39] 149.DT1.040 y%5t%6 kept her from sinn, yet made her repent: 149.DT1.041 Of what small spotts pure white complaines? Alass 149.DT1.042 how litle poyson breaks a Chrystall glasse? 149.DT1.043 Shee sinn'd but Iust enough to lett vs see 149.DT1.044 that Gods word must bee true, all sinners bee. 149.DT1.045 Soe much did zeale her conscience rarifie 149.DT1.046 that extreame truth lack'd litle of a lye; 149.DT1.047 Making Omissions acts, layeng the touch 149.DT1.048 of sinn on things w%5ch%6 sometimes may bee such. 149.DT1.049 As Moyses Cherubins, whose nature doe 149.DT1.050 surpass all speed, by him are winged too. 149.DT1.051 Soe would her soule alreadie in heau'n; seeme then 149.DT1.052 to clyme by teares (the common staires of men) 149.DT1.053 Howe fitt shee was for God I am content 149.DT1.054 to speake, that Death his vain-hast may repent. 149.DT1.055 Howe fitt for vs, howe euen, and howe sweet 149.DT1.056 howe good in all her titles, and howe meet 149.DT1.057 To haue reform'd this forward heresie, 149.DT1.058 %1That women can noe parts of friendship bee%2. 149.DT1.059 How morall, howe diuine, shall not bee told 149.DT1.060 least they y%5t%6 heare her vertues thinke her old 149.DT1.061 And least wee take Deaths part, & make him glad 149.DT1.062 of such a prey, and to his Triumphs add. 149.DT1.0SS ffinis./ 149.DT1.$$ Even lines indented two spaces. Heading and corrections are scribal.