IDENTILIN$$ 149NY2/Mark/Barrow MS/pp. 104-06/orig., TLP, 30Ap'88 149.NY2.HE1 An Elegie on ye death of ye Ladye /Markham. 149.NY2.001 Man is the world & death y%5e%6 Ocean 149.NY2.002 to w%5ch%6 god giues y%5e%6 lower pts of man. 149.NY2.003 This Sea invirons all; And though as yett 149.NY2.004 God hath sett markes & boundes twixt us & it 149.NY2.005 Yet doth rore, & gnaw & still p%Ptend 149.NY2.006 And breakes our bankes w%5n%6 ere it takes a freind 149.NY2.007 Then o%5r%6 Land-waters, teares of passion vent 149.NY2.008 Our water yn aboue our firmament 149.NY2.009 Teares w%5ch%6 o%5r%6 soule doth for her sin let fall. 149.NY2.010 Take all a brakist tast, & funerall. 149.NY2.011 And ere those teares w%5ch%6 shold wash sin are sin 149.NY2.012 om. om. om. om. om. drowne o%5r%6 world agen 149.NY2.013 Nothinge but man of all mundanous things 149.NY2.014 Doth worke vpon it selfe w%5th%6 inborne stinge 149.NY2.015 Teares & false Spectackles!, we can%Mot see 149.NY2.016 Through passions mists; w%5t%6 we are, or w%5t%6 we bee 149.NY2.017 In her y%5e%6 sea of death hath made noe breach 149.NY2.018 But as y%5e%6 tyde doth wash y%5e%6 slimy beach 149.NY2.019 And leaud embroydered worke vpon y%5e%6 sands [p. 105] 149.NY2.020 Soe is her flesh refin'd by death calld hand 149.NY2.021 As men of Chymay after an ages stay 149.NY2.022 Doe take vp purslan, where y%5e%6 buried clay: 149.NY2.023 Soe att this graue her Limbrake, w%5ch%6 refines 149.NY2.024 y%5e%6 Diamonds, rubies, saphires, peareles, & mines 149.NY2.025 God w%5ch%6 this flesh was, her soule shall inspire 149.NY2.026 fflesh of such flesh as god when his last fire 149.NY2.027 Annulles y%5e%6 world to recompence itt shall, 149.NY2.028 make, & name yn, y%5e%6 clipicke of his all 149.NY2.029 They say, wn ye sea gaineth it looseth too 149.NY2.030 If carnall death, y%5e%6 younger brother doe 149.NY2.031 vsurpe y%5e%6 body, our soule w%5ch%6 subject is 149.NY2.032 to y%5e%6 elder by sin, is freed by his 149.NY2.033 They p%Pish both w%5n%6 the attempt y%5e%6 just 149.NY2.034 ffor graues o%5r%6 Trophyes are, and both death dust 149.NY2.035 Soe om. now shall y%5e%6 buried both 149.NY2.036 Soe none to death sinne, w%5ch%6 to sin are loath 149.NY2.037 Nor doe they die, w%5ch%6 are not loath to die 149.NY2.038 Soe loath shee is; and that virginity 149.NY2.039 Grace was in her extreamely diligent 149.NY2.040 y%5t%6 kept her from him that made her repent 149.NY2.041 of w%5t%6 small spotts, pure white complaines, alas 149.NY2.042 How little poyson breakes a christall glasse 149.NY2.043 She om. om. just enough to let us see 149.NY2.044 That gods word must be true, shall sinners bee 149.NY2.045 For murdered zeale her conscience rarifie 149.NY2.046 That extreame truth, lackt little of a lye 149.NY2.047 Makeinge om%Missions; at's layinge y%5e%6 touch 149.NY2.048 of sin on those thinges, w%5ch%6 sometimes may be such 149.NY2.049 As Moses cherubines, whose natures doe 149.NY2.050 Surpasse all speed, by him are winged too 149.NY2.051 Soe wold her soule allreadie in heaven seene then 149.NY2.052 To clyme by teares y%5e%6 com%Mon stayres of men 149.NY2.053 How fitt she was God I am content 149.NY2.054 To speake. that death his maine hast may repent 149.NY2.055 How fitt for us, how euen, and how sweete 149.NY2.056 How good in all her titles, & how meete 149.NY2.057 To haue reform'd y%5e%6 forward Heresie [p. 106] 149.NY2.058 That weomen can noe p%Pts of friendshippe bee 149.NY2.059 How morrall how devine shalt y%5t%6 be told 149.NY2.060 Lett they that heare her vertues; thinke her old 149.NY2.061 And least wee take deathes p%Pt, & make him glad 149.NY2.062 of such a prey; and to his triumphes add./ 149.NY2.0SS D%5r%6 Dunne./ 149.NY2.0$$ Line 2 is squeezed in between lines 1 & 3. Many "supersc" chars. not actually supersc.