Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night, even with the weeping of Jazer, yea mourn with a great mourning, as the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon, for good Josiah, when he was taken away. Oh dolour exprome vires, non sum solito contentus sone, ⟨p. 77⟩ne• indociles lugere simus, Scotam ••emus. Ye Ministers of Christ, weep over her, that was such a cordial constant prizer of you. O Weal of Kent, take up a wailing for her, the brightest star in all your firmament is set. O Hawkherst, make a bitter lamentation for her, whose coming among you, was like the rain upon the mown grass, as showers that water the earth. O poor of those parts, and Holborn, and elsewhere, set upon the ground and keep silence, cast dust upon your heads, gird your selves with sackcloth, hang down your heads to the ground, arise cry out in the right, in the beginning of the watches, pour out your hearts like water before the face of the Lord, •ift up your hands towards him, who hath taken her away from you, that did not with hold you from your desire, nor caused your ⟨p. 78⟩eyes to fail, that did not eat her morsel herself alone, and you did not eat thereof; that did not see you without covering, or perish for want of clothing: whom your ears have blessed, when heard her, and your eyes have given witness to her, when seen her, and your loins have rejoiced when warmed by her; and ye widows whose hearts she hath made to sing for joy, when she sa• as Queen among the mourners. O Hungarian Scholars, call for the mourning women, and send for cunning women, that they may come, and let them make haste and take up a wailing for you, that your eyes may run down with tears, end your eye lids gush out with water, for a great Patroness of yours is gone. Sir I am not yet out of my amazement by this great and sudden blow, to perceive the end of the Lord. In respect ⟨p. 79⟩of her self, it is happiness, not suffering her to be longer absent from him here in the body, having with her swift motion finished her course so soon. But why in respect of us, is this Citizen of heaven so soon gone from us? when but somewhat more then in the midst of her days? We may fear a storm coming, when the Father calleth his Children so hastily home; The Lord fit us for the worst of times, and our last hour. When Mr.
Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of teares, that I might weep day and night, even with the weeping of Jazer, yea mourn with a great mourning, as the mourning of Hadadrimmon in the valley of Megiddon, for good Josiah, when he was taken away. Oh dolor exprome vires, non sum solito contentus sone, ⟨p. 77⟩ne• indociles lugere simus, Scotam ••emus. Ye Ministers of Christ, weep over her, that was such a cordiall constant prizer of you. O Weal of Kent, take up a wailing for her, the brightest star in all your firmament is set. O Hawkherst, make a bitter lamentation for her, whose coming among you, was like the rain upon the mown grasse, as shoures that water the earth. O poor of those parts, and Houlbourn, and elsewhere, set upon the ground and keep silence, cast dust upon your heads, gird your selves with sackcloth, hang down your heads to the ground, arise cry out in the right, in the beginning of the watches, pour out your hearts like water before the face of the Lord, •ift up your hands towards him, who hath taken her away from you, that did not with hold you from your desire, nor caused your ⟨p. 78⟩eyes to fail, that did not eat her morsel herself alone, and you did not eat thereof; that did not see you without covering, or perish for want of clothing: whom your eares have blessed, when heard her, and your eyes have given witnesse to her, when seen her, and your loines have rejoyced when warmed by her; and ye widows whose hearts she hath made to sing for joy, when she sa• as Queen among the mourners. O Hungarian Scholars, call for the mourning women, and send for cunning women, that they may come, and let them make haste and take up a wailing for you, that your eyes may run down with teares, end your eye lids gush out with water, for a great Patronesse of yours is gone. Sir I am not yet out of my amazement by this great and suddain blow, to perceive the end of the Lord. In respect ⟨p. 79⟩of her self, it is happinesse, not suffering her to be longer absent from him here in the body, having with her swift motion finished her course so soon. But why in respect of us, is this Citizen of heaven so soon gone from us? when but somewhat more then in the midst of her dayes? We may fear a storm coming, when the Father calleth his Children so hastily home; The Lord fit us for the worst of times, and our last hour. When Mr.
