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The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county…
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.
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?
The great Assembly once renowned, (Whose fame in Foreign parts did sound) Displaced on Earth, in hast remove Their Session to their House above. Seraphic Twice went first 'tis true As Prolocutor, it was his due: Then Boroughs, Marshal, Whitaker, Hill. Gouge, Gataker, Ash, Vines, White, still Sharp Swords scon'st cut their Sheaths, Pern, Strong, Spurstow, Tuckey, Calamy, they throng The Gate of Bliss, as if they fear That Heaven would fill, ere they got there. ⟨p. 94⟩But why such wast, Death, hast no measure? Dost think 't no Theft to rob the Treasure Of the Church? or art become so wise, To seize first on the richest Prize? Or are thy Laws so strict they can't, The Benefit of the Clergy grant? Or is't thine aim to cast the stone, Where thou mayst kill many in one? Thou needst not shake the Pulpit Glass, Look with what hast the Sand doth pass. Their work though great, is quickly done, And too soon out of sight, they're gone.
The great Assembly once renown'd, (Whost fame in Forraign parts did sound) Displac'd on Earth, in hast remove Their Session to their House above. Seraphick Twisse went first 'tis true As Prolocutor, it was his due: Then Borroughs, Marshal, Whitaker, Hill. Gouge, Gataker, Ash, Vines, White, still Sharp Swords scon'st cut their Sheaths, Pern, Strong, Spurstow, Tuckey, Calamy, they throng The Gate of Bliss, as if they fear That Heaven would fill, e're they got there.