IDENTILIN$$ F149DT2|Mark|Dublin 877 II|Ff. 258v-60|EWS Original 5-14-86 149.DT2.0HE On the death of the Lady Markeham. 149.DT2.001 Man is the world, and death the Ocean [f. 258v] 149.DT2.002 To w%5ch%6 God giues the lower parts of man 149.DT2.003 This Sea enuirons all and though as yet 149.DT2.004 God hath sett marks and bounds, t'wixt vs and it 149.DT2.005 Yet doth it weare and gnaw, and still pretend 149.DT2.006 And breake a banke, when ere it takes a freind [cw: Then] 149.DT2.007 Then our Land waters (teares of passions) vent [f. 259] 149.DT2.008 Our waters then aboue our firmament 149.DT2.009 Teares w%5ch%6 our soule doth for our sinne lett fall 149.DT2.010 Take all a brackish tast, and funerall 149.DT2.011 And euen those teares that should wash sinne are %7sinne%8 149.DT2.012 Wee after God's noe, drowne this our word agen 149.DT2.013 Nothing but man, of all enuenom'd things 149.DT2.014 Doth worke vpon itself w%5th%6 inborne stings 149.DT2.015 Teares are false spectacles wee cannot see 149.DT2.016 Through passions mists, what wee are or what shee 149.DT2.017 In her this Sea of death, hath made noe breach 149.DT2.018 But as the Tide doth wash the slimy beach 149.DT2.019 And leaues imbroydered workes vpon the sand 149.DT2.020 Soe is her flesh refin'd by Deaths cold hand 149.DT2.021 As men of China, after an ages stay 149.DT2.022 Doe take vp porcelaine, where they buried clay 149.DT2.023 Soe att this Graue her Limbeck that refines 149.DT2.024 The Diamonds Rubies, Saphyres and the mines 149.DT2.025 Of w%5ch%6 this flesh was: her soule shall inspire 149.DT2.026 Flesh of such stuffe; as God when his last fire 149.DT2.027 Annulls this world, to recompence it shall 149.DT2.028 Make and name it, the Elixar of this all 149.DT2.029 They say the Sea when it gaines looseth too 149.DT2.030 If carnall death, the younger brother doe [cw: Vsurpe] 149.DT2.031 Vsurpe the body; our soule w%5ch%6 subiect is [f. 259v] 149.DT2.032 To the elder death by Sinne; is freed by this 149.DT2.033 They perish both, when they attempt the iust 149.DT2.034 For graues our Trophies are; and death but dust 149.DT2.035 Soe obnoxious now, shee hath buried both 149.DT2.036 For none to death sins, that to sinne is loath 149.DT2.037 Nor doe they die w:\ch are not loath to die 149.DT2.038 Soe hath shee this and that Virginitie 149.DT2.039 Grace was in her extreamely diligent 149.DT2.040 That kept her from sinne, yet made her repent 149.DT2.041 Of what small spotts, pure white complaynes, Alas 149.DT2.042 How little poyson breakes a christall glasse 149.DT2.043 Shee sinn'd but iust enough to lett vs see 149.DT2.044 That Gods words->word must be true all sinners bee 149.DT2.045 Thus much did zeale her conscience rarifie 149.DT2.046 That extreame truth, lack't little of a lye 149.DT2.047 Making omissions acts, laying the touch 149.DT2.048 Of sinne, on things w%5ch%6 sometymes may be such 149.DT2.049 As Moses Cherubins whose Natures doe 149.DT2.050 Surpasse all speed by him are winged to 149.DT2.051 Soe would her loue all ready in heauen; seeme then 149.DT2.052 To climbe by teares, the comon stayres of men 149.DT2.053 How fitt shee was for death I am content 149.DT2.054 To speake, that death his vaine hast may repent 149.DT2.055 How fitt for vs, how euen and how sweet [cw: How] 149.DT2.056 How good in all her titles, and how meete [f. 260] 149.DT2.057 To haue reform'd, this froward heresie 149.DT2.058 That women can noe part of freindshipp bee 149.DT2.059 How morrall, how deuine shall not be told 149.DT2.060 Least they that heare her vertues, thinke her old 149.DT2.061 And least wee %Yth%Z take Deaths part; and make him glad 149.DT2.062 Of such a prey, and to his triumphs add. 149.DT2.0SS D%5r%6 Iohn Donne 149.DT2.$$ Corrections are scribal.