A62048:212
The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county of Kent, M.A.
London? : s.n., 1672
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
Th. WILSON.
Rector de Otham in Kent.
IF grief can help to versify, And passion Poets make, I'll try, Though long deceased, to sigh a Verse, To offer at a Kingdoms Hearse. And not sit mute in discontent, Sorrow will kill, that hath no vent.
IF grief can help to versify, And passion Poets make, I'l try, Though long diceased, to sigh a Verse, To offer at a Kingdoms Hearse. And not sit mute in discontent, Sorrow will kill, that hath no vent.
I could my soul in sadness sleep. I could whole Floods of Waters weep. I could as Niobe bemoan My self, till turned into a stone. I could become an Heraclite, And spend in tears each day and night. Or Hermit like to some close Cell Retire, and say, Vain mirth Farewell, Alas t'th World what can I view? But what bid me, bid joy Adien. I see Monsters of vice abound, Even Hell appearing above ground; ⟨p. 93⟩And Devils of the humane race, Daring the Almighty to his Fate. Such as can teach Nero to sin, To whom no past Age hath equal bin.
I could my soul in sadness sleep. I could whole Floods of Waters weep. I could as Niobe bomoan My self, till turn'd into a stone. I could become an Heraclite, And spend in tears each day and night. Or Hermit like to some close Cell Retire, and say, Vain mirth Farewell, Alas t'th World what can I view? But what bid me, bid joy Adien. I see Monsters of vice abound, Ev'n Hell appearing above ground; ⟨p. 93⟩And Devils of the humane race, Daring the Almighty to his Fate. Such as can teach Nero to sin, To whom no past Age hath equal bin.
I see the Shepherds laid to sleep, Who tender were of the harmless Sheep; Whilst ravenous Wolfs and Bears survive, Who only to devour them strive. I see to set the greatest lights, And hastening on us dark-some nights. All this I see and can't prevent. And is't unlawful to lament? What Marble is not wet with Tears, When such a doleful change appears?
I see the Shephards laid to sleep, Who tender were of th'harmless Sheep; Whilst ravenous Wolfs and Bears survive, Who onely to devour them strive. I see to set the greatest lights, And hastening on us dark-some nights. All this I see and can't prevent. And is't unlawful to lament? What Marble is not wet with Tears, When such a doleful change appears?
