IDENTILIN$$  F149O20|Mark|Eng. poet. e. 99 Dowden|Ff. 24v-26|EWS  Original  7-29-85
149.O20.0HE  Elegye On the Lady Marckha%M.
149.O20.001  Man is the worlde, and death the' Ocean [f. 24v]
149.O20.002  To w%5ch%6 God giues the lower parts of Ma%M.
149.O20.003  The Sea invirons all, and though as yett
149.O20.004  God haue sett marks, and boundes twixt Vs & ytt,
149.O20.005  Yet doth yt roare, and gnawe, and still pretend
149.O20.006  And breakes our banckes, when ere yt takes a frend.
149.O20.007  Then our Land waters (Teares of Passion) vent [f. 25]
149.O20.008  Our waters there, aboue, our Firmament.
149.O20.009  (Teares w%5ch%6 our Soule doth for her Sinn lett fall)
149.O20.010  Take all a brackish tast, and funerall.
149.O20.011  And euen these Teares, w%5ch%6 shold wash Sin, are Sin,
149.O20.012  Wee after Gods Noe, drowne our worlde agayne.
149.O20.013  Nothing but Man of all invenim'd thinges
149.O20.014  Doth worke vpon ytselfe, w%5th%6 Inborne stinges;
149.O20.015  Teares are False Spectacles, wee cannot see
149.O20.016  Through Passions mist, what they are, or what wee.
149.O20.017  In her thys Sea of Death hath made no breach
149.O20.018  But as the Tyde doth wash the slimye beach,
149.O20.019  And leaues embroydered workes vpon the Sand,
149.O20.020  So ys her flesh refin'd, by Deaths cold hand;
149.O20.021  As men of China, after an Ages stay
149.O20.022  Doe take vp Purselende, where they buryed Clay.
149.O20.023  So at thys Graue, her Lymbecke w%5ch%6 refines
149.O20.024  The Dyamonds, Rubyes, Saphyres, Pearles, & Myne
149.O20.025  Of which thys flesh was, her Soule shall inspyre
149.O20.026  Flesh of such stuffe, as God when hys last fyre
149.O20.027  Annulls thys world, to recompence yt shall
149.O20.028  Make and name them, th'Elixar of thys All.
149.O20.029  They say, the Sea, when it gaynes, looseth too.
149.O20.030  Yf Carnall Death (the yonger brother) doe)
149.O20.031  Vsurpe the body, our Soule w%5ch%6 subiect is
149.O20.032  To the'Elder death by Sin, is freed by thys. [f. 25v]
149.O20.033  They perish both, who attempt the iust.
149.O20.034  For Graues our Trophees are, and both dead Dust.
149.O20.035  Soe vnobnoxious now, she hath buryed both
149.O20.036  For none to death sinns, that to death is loth.
149.O20.037  Nor did thy dye, w%5ch%6 are not loth to dye,
149.O20.038  So hath she thys, and that Virginitye.
149.O20.039  Grace was in her extreamely diligent
149.O20.040  That kept her from Sin, yett made her repent.
149.O20.041  Of what small Spotts, pure whyte complaynes; Alas
149.O20.042  How litle Poyson breakes a Christall glas?
149.O20.043  She sinned, but iust enough to lett vs see
149.O20.044  Thats Gods word must be true; All Sinners bee;
149.O20.045  So much did zeale her Conscience rectifye
149.O20.046  That extreame truith lack'd litle of a lye,
149.O20.047  Making Omissions Acts, laying the Touch
149.O20.048  Of Sinne, on thinges that sometimes may be such,
149.O20.049  As Moses Cherubines, whose Natures doe
149.O20.050  Surpasse all Speede, by him are winged too.
149.O20.051  So wolde her Soule, already in Heauen secnce then
149.O20.052  To Clyme by Teares, the Common Stayres of Men.
149.O20.053  How fitt she was for God, I am Content
149.O20.054  To speake, that Death hys vayne hast may repent.
149.O20.055  How fitt for Vs, how eauen, and how sweete
149.O20.056  How good in all her Titles, and how meete
149.O20.057  To haue reformd thys forward Heresye [f. 26]
149.O20.058  That woemen can no Parts of Frendship bee.
149.O20.059  How Morall, how devine shall not be told,
149.O20.060  Least they that heare her Vertues, thincke her Old.
149.O20.061  And least wee take Deaths Part, and make him glad
149.O20.062  Of such a Pray, and to hys Tryumph adde/
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