IDENTILIN$$ F149B13|Mark|BL Add. 25707 Skipwith|f. 29r-v| Original EWS 6-5-85 149.B13.0HE An %1Elegye vpon the death of the%2 Ladye Markham./ 149.B13.001 Man is the world, and death the Ocean [f. 29] 149.B13.002 to w%5ch%6 God gyves the lowar parts of man: 149.B13.003 This sea environs all: and though as yet 149.B13.004 God hath sett mark's, and bound's t'wixt vs, and it 149.B13.005 Yett doth it rore, and gnaw, and still pretend, 149.B13.006 and breakes our bounds when ere it takes a frend 149.B13.007 Then our lande Watars teares of passion vent 149.B13.008 our waters then aboue our firmament 149.B13.009 Teares w%5ch%6 our soule doth for her sines lett fall, 149.B13.010 haue all a brackishe taste, and funerall 149.B13.011 And euen those teares w%5ch%6 should washe sinne; are sinne. 149.B13.012 Wee after Gods Noe; drownde the World agen. 149.B13.013 Noe thinge but man of all envenimde thinges, 149.B13.014 doth worke upon himselfe w%5th%6 inborne stinges; 149.B13.015 Teares are false %1spectackles%2, wee cannot see 149.B13.016 through passions mist, what wee are, or what shee 149.B13.017 In her this sea of death, hath made noe breache 149.B13.018 but as the tyde doth washe the slymy beache, 149.B13.019 And leaues Imbrodred work's vpon the sande 149.B13.020 Soe is her flesh refinde; by deathes could hand./ 149.B13.021 As men of China, after an ages staye 149.B13.022 doe take vp Pure land where they buried claye 149.B13.023 Soe at this grave his lymbeck which refines 149.B13.024 the Diamonds, Saphirs, Rubies, Pearle, and mynes 149.B13.025 Of w%5ch%6 this flesh was, her soule shall inspire 149.B13.026 flesh of such stuffe, as God when his last fire 149.B13.027 annuls the Worlde, to recompence it shall 149.B13.028 make, and name then the Elixar of this all./ 149.B13.029 The saye the sea when it gaines, loses too 149.B13.030 If carnall death, the yonger brother doe 149.B13.031 Vsurp the body: our soule w%5ch%6 subiect is 149.B13.032 to th'elder death; by sinne, is freed by this 149.B13.033 They perish both, when they attempt the Iust 149.B13.034 for graves our Trophies are; and both deathes dust 149.B13.035 so vnobnoxious now shee hath buried both 149.B13.036 ffor none to death sinns, that to synne is lothe. 149.B13.037 Nor doe they die, w%5ch%6 are not loth to die 149.B13.038 soe hath shee this, and that, Virginitie. 149.B13.039 Grace was in her, extreamely diligent, 149.B13.040 that kept her from sinne; yett made her repent [cw: Of what small 149.B13.041 Of what small spotts pure white complaines; Alas [f. 29v] spotts] 149.B13.042 how litle poyson cracks a Christall glasse? 149.B13.043 She synn'd but Iust soe much, to lett vs see 149.B13.044 that Gods worde must bee trew, all sinners bee: 149.B13.045 Soe much did zeale her conscience rarefie, 149.B13.046 that extreame truth lackd litle of a lye: 149.B13.047 Makinge om%Missions acts, layinge the touch 149.B13.048 of sinne, on thinges, w%5ch%6 sometymes may bee such: 149.B13.049 As Moyses Cherubins whose natures doe 149.B13.050 surpasse all speede by him are winged %Ysoe%Z too: 149.B13.051 Soe would her soule allready in heaven, seeme then 149.B13.052 to clime by teares the com%Mon stayers of men./ 149.B13.053 How fitt shee was for God, I am content 149.B13.054 to speake, that death his vayne haste maye repent./ 149.B13.055 How fitt for vs, how even, and how sweete, 149.B13.056 how good in all her titles, and how meete, 149.B13.057 to haue reform'd, that frowarde heresie 149.B13.058 that woemen cann, noe parts of frendshipp bee, 149.B13.059 how morrall, how devine, shall not be tolde 149.B13.060 Least they that heare her virtue thinke her olde, 149.B13.061 and least wee take deathes part, and make him gladd 149.B13.062 Of such a praye, and to his triumph adde./ 149.B13.0SS J D 149.B13.$$ Heading is original copyist