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By sutures, which a Crosses forme present,
So when thy braine workes, ere thou utter it,
Crosse and correct concupiscence of witt.
Be covetous of Crosses, let none fall.
Crosse no man else, but crosse thy selfe in all.
Then doth the Crosse of Christ worke faithfully
Within our hearts, when wee love harmlesly
The Crosses pictures much, and with more care
That Crosses children, which our Crosses are.
Elegie on the Lady Marckham.
Man is the World, and death th'Ocean,
To which God gives the lower parts of man.
This Sea invirons all, and though as yet
God hath set markes, and bounds, twixt us and it,
Yet doth it rore, and gnaw, and still pretend,
And breaks our banke, when ere it takes a friend.
Then our land waters (teares of passion) vent;
Our waters, then, above our firmament.
(Teares which our Soule doth for her sins let fall)
Take all a brackish tast, and Funerall.
And even those teares, which should wash sin, are sin.
We, after Gods Noe, drowne the world againe.
Nothing but man of all invenom'd things

[CW: Doth]