IDENTILIN$$ F149NP1|Mark|PwV 37 Welbeck|Pp. 23-24|EWS Original 6-13-86 149.NP1.0HE %1Upon y%5e%6 Lady Markham%2. 149.NP1.001 %1Man%2 is y%5e%6 World, and %1Death%2 y%5e%6 Ocean [p. 23] 149.NP1.002 To w%5ch%6 God gives y%5e%6 lower parts of Man; 149.NP1.003 This Sea environs all: And though as yett 149.NP1.004 God hath set markes and bounds 'twixt Us and Itt, 149.NP1.005 Yett doth itt roare, and gnawe, and still pretend, 149.NP1.006 And breake o%5r%6 Banke when e're itt takes a Freind. 149.NP1.007 Then o%5r%6 Land= Waters (Teares of Passion) vent; 149.NP1.008 O%5r%6 Waters then above o%5r%6 Firmament 149.NP1.009 (Teares w%5ch%6 o%5r%6 Soule for her sinnes lett's fall) 149.NP1.010 Take all a Brackish Tast. and Funerall. 149.NP1.011 And even those Teares w%5ch%6 should wash sinne are sinne; 149.NP1.012 Wee after Gods Noah drowne y%5e%6 World ag'en. 149.NP1.013 Nothing but Man of all envenom'd things 149.NP1.014 Doth worke upon itt selfe with in=borne stings. 149.NP1.015 om 149.NP1.016 om 149.NP1.017 In Her this Sea of Death hath made no Breach; 149.NP1.018 But as y%5e%6 Tide doth wash y%5e%6 slimy Beach, 149.NP1.019 And leaue imbroidered works upon y%5e%6 Sand: 149.NP1.020 So is Her Flesh refin'd by Deaths cold hand. 149.NP1.021 As men of %1China%2 after an Ages stay, 149.NP1.022 Do take upp Purslane, where they buried Clay: 149.NP1.023 So att this Grave (Her %1Limbeck%2) w%5ch%6 refines 149.NP1.024 The Diamonds, Rubies, Sapphires, Pearles, and Mines 149.NP1.025 Of w%5ch%6 thy Flesh was, Her Soule shall inspire 149.NP1.026 Flesh of such stuffe, as God when his last Fire 149.NP1.027 Annulls This World, to recompence itt shall 149.NP1.028 Make and name Thee y%5e%6 %1Elixar%2 of this All. 149.NP1.029 They say y%5e%6 Sea when itt gaines looseth too; 149.NP1.030 If Carnall Death y%5e%6 Yonger Brother Doe 149.NP1.031 Usurpe y%5e%6 Body, o%5r%6 Soule, w%5ch%6 subject is 149.NP1.032 To th'Elder Death by sinne, is freed by This. 149.NP1.033 They perish Both when They attempt y%5e%6 Just, 149.NP1.034 For Graves their Trophies are, and so Death's Dust. 149.NP1.035 So Shee obnoxious now hath buried both; 149.NP1.036 For none to Death sinnes w%5ch%6 to Sinne are loath, 149.NP1.037 Nor do They Die who are not loath to Die: 149.NP1.038 So shee hath This and that Virginity. 149.NP1.039 Grace was in her extreamely diligent; 149.NP1.040 That kept Her from Sinne, yett made Her Repent. 149.NP1.041 Of What Small Spotts Pure White complaines? Alas 149.NP1.042 How little Poyson breaks a Chrysthall Glasse? 149.NP1.043 Shee Sinn'd but just enough to lett us see 149.NP1.044 That Gods Word must bee true %1All Sinners Bee%2. 149.NP1.045 So much did Zeale Her Conscience rarify, 149.NP1.046 That extreame Truth lackt little of a Lie, 149.NP1.047 Making Omissions Acts, laying y%5e%6 touch 149.NP1.048 Of sinne, on things w%5ch%6 sometimes may bee such 149.NP1.049 As %1Moses Cherubins%2, who by Nature do [p. 24] 149.NP1.050 Surpasse all speed, are by Him winged too: 149.NP1.051 So would Her Soule already in Heaven, seeme then 149.NP1.052 To climbe by Teares (the Com%Mon Staires of Men.) 149.NP1.053 How fitt Shee was for God, I am content 149.NP1.054 To speake, that Death his vaine hast may repent; 149.NP1.055 How fitt for us, how eeven, and how sweete, 149.NP1.056 How good in all her titles, and how meete 149.NP1.057 To have reform'd this forward Heresie, 149.NP1.058 That Women can no part of Freindshipp bee! 149.NP1.059 How Morall, How Divine, shall not bee told, 149.NP1.060 Least they that heare her Vertues think her Old; 149.NP1.061 And least wee take Deaths part, and make him gladd 149.NP1.062 Of such a Prey, and to his Triumph adde./ 149.NP1.0SS D%5r%6 Donne 149.NP1.$$ Lines 17, 41, 53, 61 and 62 indented 3 spaces.