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The holy longing
The holy longing: or, The saints desire to be with Christ: delivered in a sermon at Al-hallows Lombard-street, Aug. 24. 1658. At the funeral of Mr. Jacob Stock. / By Thomas Watson minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.The holy longing: or, The saints desire to be with Christ: delivered in a sermon at Al-hallows Lumbard-street, Aug. 24. 1658. At the funeral of Mr. Jacob Stock. / By Thomas Watson minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.
London: printed by E.M. for Ralph Smith, 1659
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.
Upon the death of my Worthy Friend Mr. JACOB STOCK.
HE only knows, who knows how thou didst live, How much for loss of thee 'tis fit to grieve; And yet our tears would fail us if we were To every virtue bound to pay a tear; For all those virtues which dispersed shine In several lives, unite their beams in thine; Thou wast not only kind or liberal, Modest or just, or temperate, but all; And among all Religion did sway, As the first sphere turns all the orbs one way.
HE only knows, who knows how thou didst live, How much for loss of thee 'tis fit to grieve; And yet our tears would fail us if we were To every vertue bound to pay a tear; For all those vertues which dispersed shine In several lives, unite their beams in thine; Thou wast not only kind or liberal, Modest or just, or temperate, but all; And among all Religion did sway, As the first sphear turns all the orbs one way.
Ah! why so soon snatched hence! 'tis true by noon Thy early virtue all its work had done; ⟨p. 55⟩But yet thou shouldst have lived more leisurely, That we might have observed and followed thee; Not pent thy life up in so narrow space, Where whilst each virtue striving for a place, Crowds to get in before it be too late, Thou livest too fast for us to imitate.
Ah! why so soon snatch't hence! 'tis true by noon Thy early vertue all its work had done; ⟨p. 55⟩But yet thou should'st have liv'd more leisurely, That we might have observ'd and follow'd thee; Not pent thy life up in so narrow space, Where whil'st each vertue striving for a place, Crowds to get in before it be too late, Thou liv'st too fast for us to imitate.