IDENTILIN$$  F149C09|Mark|Luttrell|ff. 45v-46|EWS  Original  6-17-85
149.C09.0HE  A funerall Elegye vpon the death of the Ladye Markham.
149.C09.001  Man is the world & death the Ocean [f. 45v]
149.C09.002  To which God giues the lower partes of man.
149.C09.003  The sea environs all, & though, as yet
149.C09.004  God hath sett markes & boundes twixt vs & it
149.C09.005  yet doth it rore & gnaw & still pretend
149.C09.006  And breakes our bankes when er'e it takes a frind,
149.C09.007  Then o%5r%6 Land waters (teares of passion) vent
149.C09.008  Our waters then aboue our firmament
149.C09.009  (Teares which our soule doth for her sinne lett fall)
149.C09.010  Take all a brackish tast & funerall
149.C09.011  And euen those teares w%5ch%6 should wash sinne, are sinne
149.C09.012  wee after Gods, No, drowne our world agen.
149.C09.013  Nothing but Man of all envenomd thinges
149.C09.014  Doth worke vpon itselfe with inborne stinges.
149.C09.015  Teares are false spectacles we can%Mot see
149.C09.016  Through passions mist what wee are or what shee;
149.C09.017  In her this Sea of death hath made no breach
149.C09.018  But as the Tyde doth wash the slimy beach
149.C09.019  And leaues embroyderd works vpon the sand
149.C09.020  So is her flesh refin'd by deaths cold hand.
149.C09.021  As men of %1Chine%2 after an ages stay
149.C09.022  Doe take vp Purcelane where they buried clay
149.C09.023  So at this Graue, her Limbeck (which refines
149.C09.024  The Dyamonds, Rubyes, Saphyres, Pearles & Mines
149.C09.025  Of which this flesh was) her soule shall inspire
149.C09.026  flesh of such stuffe, as god when his last fire
149.C09.027  Annulls this world, to recompence it, shall
149.C09.028  Make & name them th'Elixar of this all. [cw: They]
149.C09.029  They say the sea when it gaines, looses too [f. 46]
149.C09.030  If carnall death the yonger brother doe
149.C09.031  vsurpe the body, our soule which subiect is
149.C09.032  To th'elder death by sinne, is freed by this.
149.C09.033  They perish both when they attempt the iust
149.C09.034  For graues our Trophyes are, & both Deaths dust.
149.C09.035  So, vnobnoxious now she'hath bury'd both
149.C09.036  for none to death sinnes, that to sin is lothe,
149.C09.037  Nor doe they dye which are not lothe to dye,
149.C09.038  So hath shee this & that virginitye.
149.C09.039  Grace was in her extremly diligent
149.C09.040  That kept her from sin, yet made her repent.
149.C09.041  Of what small spotts pure white complaines?  alas
149.C09.042  How little poyson breaks a christall glasse?
149.C09.043  Shee sinn'd but iust enough to lett vs see
149.C09.044  That gods word must be true, All sinners bee.
149.C09.045  So much did zeale her conscience rarifye 
149.C09.046  That extreme truth lack'd little of a lye
149.C09.047  Making Omissions Acts, laying the touch
149.C09.048  of sin on thinges which somtimes /may/ be such.
149.C09.049  As moses Cherubins, whose natures doe
149.C09.050  Surpasse all speed, by him are winged too,
149.C09.051  So would her soule, already in heauen, seeme then
149.C09.052  To clime by teares, the com%Mon stayres of men.
149.C09.053  How fitt shee was for god I am contrite
149.C09.054  To speake, that Death his vayne hast may repent.
149.C09.055  How fitt for vs, how eeuen & how sweet
149.C09.056  How good in all her titles, & how meet
149.C09.057  To haue reformd that forward[M:froward] heresye
149.C09.058  That women can no parts of freindship bee,
149.C09.059  How morall, how Diuine shall not be told
149.C09.060  Least they that heare her virtues thinke her old,
149.C09.061  And least we take deaths part & make him glad
149.C09.062  Of such a prey, & to his Triumphes add./
149.C09.0SS  om
149.C09.$$   Heading and corrections are scribal; catchword is not.