IDENTILIN$$  F149B32|Mark|BL Harley 4955 Newcastle|f. 105r-v|EWS  Original  6-7-85
149.B32.0HE  %1Elegye%2.  On the Lady Marckhame.
149.B32.001  Man is the world, and Death the Ocean, [f. 105]
149.B32.002  To which God giues the lower parts of Man.
149.B32.003  The sea invirons all, & though as yett
149.B32.004  God haue sett markes, & boundes twixt vs, & ytt,
149.B32.005  Yett doth it roare, and gnawe, & still pretend,
149.B32.006  And breakes our banckes, when ere it takes a frend.
149.B32.007  Then our land waters (teares of Passion) vent
149.B32.008  Our waters then, above our Firmament.
149.B32.009  Teares w%5ch%6 our soule doth for her sinn lett fall)
149.B32.010  Take all a brackish tast, & funerall.
149.B32.011  And even these teares, w%5ch%6 should wash sin, are sin,
149.B32.012  Wee after Gods noe, drowne our world againe.
149.B32.013  Nothing but man of all invenim'd thinges;
149.B32.014  Doth worke vpon it selfe, w%5th%6 in borne stinges;
149.B32.015  Teares are false spectacles, wee cannot see
149.B32.016  Through Passions mist, what they are, or what wee.
149.B32.017  In her this sea of Death hath made noe breach, [f. 105v]
149.B32.018  But as the Tyde doth wash the slymye beach
149.B32.019  And leaues embroydered workes vpon the sand,
149.B32.020  Soe is her flesh refyn'd, by Deaths cold hand.
149.B32.021  As men of China, after an ages stay,
149.B32.022  Doe take up purse lende, where they buried Clay,
149.B32.023  So as this Graue, her lymbecke which refynes,
149.B32.024  The Diamonds, Rubyes, saphyres, Pearles, & myne,
149.B32.025  Of w%5ch%6 this flesh was, her soule shall inspire
149.B32.026  Flesh of such stuffe, as God when his last fire
149.B32.027  Annulls this world, to recompence yt shall
149.B32.028  Make and name them, th'Elixar of this all.
149.B32.029  They say the sea, when it gaynes, looseth too.
149.B32.030  Yf carnall Death (the yonger brother) doe
149.B32.031  Vsurpe the Bodye, our soule w%5ch%6 subiect is
149.B32.032  To th'elder death by sin, is freed by this.
149.B32.033  They perish both, who attempt the iust,
149.B32.034  For graues our Trophees are, & both dead dust.
149.B32.035  Soe vnobnoxious now, she hath buried both,
149.B32.036  For none to Death sinns, that to death ys loth.
149.B32.037  Nor did they Dye, w%5ch%6 are not loth to dye,
149.B32.038  So hath shee this, & that virginitye.
149.B32.039  Grace was in her Extreamelye diligent
149.B32.040  That kept her from sin, yett made her repent.
149.B32.041  Of what small spotts, pure white complaynes; Alas
149.B32.042  How little Poyson breakes a Christall Glasse.
149.B32.043  She sinned, but iust enough to lett vs see
149.B32.044  That Gods word must be true; All sinners bee.
149.B32.045  So much did zeale her Conscience rectifie,
149.B32.046  That extreame truth lack'd little of a lye,
149.B32.047  Makeinge Omissions, Acts, layinge the touche
149.B32.048  Of sinne, on thinges that sometymes may bee such
149.B32.049  As Moses Cherubines, whose natures doe
149.B32.050  Surpasse all speede, by hym are winged too.
149.B32.051  Soe would her soule; alreadye in heauen seeme then
149.B32.052  To Clymbe by teares, the Commo%M stayres of men.
149.B32.053  How fit she was for God, I am Content
149.B32.054  To speake that Death his vaine hast may repent.
149.B32.055  Howe fitt for vs, howe eauen, & howe sweete,
149.B32.056  How good in all her titles, & howe meete.
149.B32.057  To haue reform'd this forward Heresye,
149.B32.058  That women can noe parts of frendship bee.
149.B32.059  How Morall, howe devine, shall not be told,
149.B32.060  Least they, that heare her virtues, thincke her olde.
149.B32.061  And least wee take deaths Part, & make him glad
149.B32.062  Of such a pray, & to hys Tryumphes add./
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