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The works of the reverend and faithful servant of Jesus Christ M. Richard Greenham,…The workes of the reuerend and faithfull seruant af Iesus Christ M. Richard Greenham,…
The works of the reverend and faithful servant of Jesus Christ M. Richard Greenham, minister and preacher of the Word of God collected into one volume: revised, corrected, and published, for the further building of all such as love the truth, and desire to know the power of godliness. By H.H.The workes of the reuerend and faithfull seruant af Iesus Christ M. Richard Greenham, minister and preacher of the Word of God collected into one volume: reuised, corrected, and published, for the further building of all such as loue the truth, and desire to know the power of godlinesse. By H.H.
London: printed by Thomas Snodham and Thomas Creede for William Welby, 1612London: printed by Thomas Snodham and Thomas Creede for VVilliam VVelby, 1612
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
IN OBITVM ET OPVS. Richardi Greenhami.
NOn erat hic celebri Greenhamus stemmate natus, Ast pictate sua nobilitatus erat. Huius ego laudes si forsan finger credar, Vita fiet testis, testis & istud opus. Vita fiet testis, cuius radiant nitore, Utilitas populo, gloria nacta Deo. Testis & istud opus mira pietate refertum, Quod digito monstrat Religionis iter.
NOn erat hic celebri Greenhamus stemmate natus, Ast pictate sua nobilitatus erat. Huius ego laudes si forsan fingere credar, Vita fiet testis, testis & istud opus. Vita fiet testis, cuius radiante nitore, Vtilitas populo, gloria nacta Deo. Testis & istud opus mira pietate refertum, Quod digito monstrat Religionis iter.
A. R.
ON THE DEATH AND WORKS OF MASTER GREENHAM.
Some skilful Carver help me to endorse The blessed stone that hideth Greenhams corpse, Make me a tree whose branches withered been, And yet the leaves and fruit are ever green. The more the stock dyes let them flourish more, And grow more kindly green than erst before. Set Time and envy gazing at the roe, Cursing their ootlesse hand, and sliding foot. Let all the Graces sit them in the shade, And pull those leaves whose beauty cannot fade. Greenham, if this cannot thy worth describe, That thou once dead, thy works are still alive, Would I might say thy self could never die, But emulate thy works eternity.