The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county…

They can't themselves who others save, Nor though great Clerks, decline a Grave. Scarce have I fully dried my eyes For one, but straight another dies; Now Wilson's gone, that gallant mind, That lofty soul that thither inclined Whilst here, and always did aspire, To join with the Celestial Quire. Whose head a Living Library, Whose heart the Ark wherein did lye The Law, whose Prayers could Heaven storm, Whose Preaching Sodoms did reform. Oft did he break the stony heart, Then bind it up with Heavenly art. His Life the Gospel did expound, And's Comment in the Text was sound. ⟨p. 95⟩Had I as many Mouths to fill With's Praise, as he in Tongues had skill, All were unable to set forth His great, his large, his matchless worth. Had I his Grace, his gifts, I'd vie, With a whole Kingdoms Ministry.

They can't themselves who others save, Nor though great Clarks, decline a Grave. Scarce have I fully dried my eyes For one, but straight another dies; Now Wilson's gone, that gallant mind, That lofty soul that thither inclind Whilst here, and always did aspire, To joyn with the Caelestial Quire. Whose head a Living Library, Whose heart the Ark wherein did lye The Law, whose Prayers could Heaven storm, Whose Preaching Sodoms did reform. Oft did he break the stony heart, Then bind it up with Heavenly art. His Life the Gospel did expound, And's Comment in the Text was sound. ⟨p. 95⟩Had I as many Mouths to fill With's Prayse, as he in Tongues had skill, All were unable to set forth His great, his large, his matchless worth. Had I his Grace, his guifts, I'd vie, With a whole Kingdoms Ministry.

He's with the rest, the praise to Sing, Of our most loving Lord and King, These no dissenting Brethren be, But all as one, in one agree. One mouth, one mind, one heart, one way, No strife, which side shall bear the sway. (All doubts resolved, all knots untied, All Truth i'th God of Truth espied,) With hottest love they there embrace Each other, full of perfect grace: Their glory's great, their wealth is vast, But oh the pleasure that they taste I'th Tree of Life, and in the sight Of that blest face, that's all delight: What Tongue can tell? what mind can think? What joy 'tis of this Spring to drink.