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| A Funerall Elegie vpon the death |
| of the Lady Markham |
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| Man is the world, and death the Ocean [162] |
| To w.ch God giues the lower parts of man, |
| This Sea enuirons all, and though, as yet |
| God hath set markes and bounds twixt vs and it |
| yet doth it rore and gnaw, and still pretend |
| And breakes our bankes when ere it takes a frind. |
| Then our land waters, (teares of passion) vent. |
| Our waters, then aboue our firmament, |
| (Teares w.ch our soule doth for her sinne let fall) |
| Take all a brackish tast and funerall, |
| And even those teares w.ch should washe sinne, are sinn|.| |
| Wee after Gods, No, drowne our world agen. |
| Nothing but Man of all invenomd things |
| Doth worke vpon it selfe with inborne stings. |
| Teares ar false spectacles, wee cannot see |
| Through passions mist what wee are or what shee|.| |
| In her this Sea of death hath made no breach |
| But, as the Tide doth wash the slimy beache |
| And leaues embroyderd workes vpon the sand: |
| So is her flesh refind by deaths cold hand. |
| As men of Chine after an Ages stay |
| Do take vp Purcelane where they buryed clay |
| So at this Graue, her Limbeck, (w.ch refines |
| The Dyamonds Rubyes Saphyres Pearles and Mines |
| Of w.ch this flesh was) her soule, shall enspire |
| Flesh of such stuff, as God, when his last fire |
| Annulls this world, to recompence it, shall |
| Make and name them th' Elixar of this all. |
| They say, the Sea, when it gaynes, looses too |
| If carnall death, the youngr brother doe
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