IDENTILIN$$  1490H80/Mark/Utterson/f.94r-95r/ Proofed TLP 12/31/88 mf
149.0H8.HE1  A Funerall Elegye Vpon /the death of the Lady /Markham. [94]
149.0H8.001  Man is the world, & death the Ocean
149.0H8.002  To w%5ch%6 God giues the lower part of man,
149.0H8.003  This Sea invirons all, & though as yet
149.0H8.004  God hath sett markes & bounds 'twixt vs & it,
149.0H8.005  Yet doth it weare, & gnaw, & still pretend
149.0H8.006  To breake our bankes when e're it takes a frende
149.0H8.007  Then our land-waters (teares of passion) vent,
149.0H8.008  Our waters then aboue our firmament
149.0H8.009  (Teares w%5ch%6 o%5r%6 soule doth for her sin lett fall)
149.0H8.010  Take all a brackish tast, & funerall;
149.0H8.011  And euen these teares w%5ch%6 should wash sin are sin
149.0H8.012  Wee after Gods, No drowne o%5r%6 world agen.
149.0H8.013  Nothing but man of all invenom'd thinges
149.0H8.014  Doth worke vpon itself w%5th%6 inborne stinges.
149.0H8.015  Teares are false spectacles; We cannot see
149.0H8.016  Through passions mist w.%5t%6 wee are, or what shee.
149.0H8.017  In her this sea of death hath made noe breach,
149.0H8.018  But as the Tyde doth wash the slimy beach,
149.0H8.019  And leaue embroydred workes vpon the sand
149.0H8.020  Soe is her flesh refin'de by deathes cold hand.
149.0H8.021  As men of China aft%5r%6 an ages stay
149.0H8.022  Doe take vp Porcelane where they buryed clay; [94v]
149.0H8.023  Soe at this graue her Limbeck, w%5ch%6 refines
149.0H8.024  The diamonds, saphires, rubyes pearles & mynes
149.0H8.025  Of w%5ch%6 %Yw%Z this flesh was; her soule shal inspire
149.0H8.026  Flesh of such stuff, as god when his last fire
149.0H8.027  Annulls this world, to recompence it shall
149.0H8.028  Make & name then th' Elixar of %5x%6y%5t%6[M:%5x%6y%5s%6.] all.
149.0H8.029  They say the sea when it gaynes looseth too,
149.0H8.030  If carnall Death the yonger brother doe
149.0H8.031  Vsurpe the body, our soule w%5ch%6 subiect is
149.0H8.032  To th' elder brother Sin%M is freed by this;
149.0H8.033  They perish both when they attempt y%5e%6 iust,
149.0H8.034  ffor graues our Trophyes are, & both deathes dust.
149.0H8.035  Soe vnobnoxious now shee hath buryed both,
149.0H8.036  ffor none to death sinns that to sinn is loath:
149.0H8.037  Nor do they dye w%5ch%6 are not loath to dye,
149.0H8.038  So hath shee this & that virginity.
149.0H8.039  Grace was in her extreamly diligent
149.0H8.040  That kept her from sin, yet made her repent.
149.0H8.041  Of w.%5t%6 small spotts pure white complaynes, alas!
149.0H8.042  How little poyson breakes a christall glass!
149.0H8.043  She sinn'd but iust enough to lett vs see
149.0H8.044  That gods word must be true, All sinners bee.
149.0H8.045  So much did zeale her conscience rarify
149.0H8.046  That extreame truth lackd little of a lye,
149.0H8.047  Makeing omissions acts, laying the touch
149.0H8.048  Of sinn on thinges that sometymes may be such. [95]
149.0H8.049  As Moses Cherubins whose natures doe
149.0H8.050  Surpass all speed, by him are winged too.
149.0H8.051  Soe would her loue (already in heauen) seeme then
149.0H8.052  To climbe by teares the com%Mon stepps of men.
149.0H8.053  How fitt shee was for god I am content
149.0H8.054  To speake, that death his vaine hast may repent.
149.0H8.055  How fitt for vs, how euen, & how sweete,
149.0H8.056  How good in all her Titles, & how meete
149.0H8.057  To haue reform'd this froward Heresye
149.0H8.058  That weomen can noe parts of freindship bee:
149.0H8.059  How morrall, how diuine shall not be tould
149.0H8.060  Lest they that heare her vertues thinke her old.
149.0H8.061  And least wee take deathes part, & make him glad,
149.0H8.062  Of such a prey, & to his triumphes add.
149.0H8.0SS
149.0H8.0$$  Lines 61 & 62 indented 3 sp.