HERE lies Magnanimous Humility;
Majesty, Meekness; Christian Apathy
On soft Affections; Liberty in Thrall;
A Noble Spirit, Servant unto All;
Learnings Great Master-piece, who yet would sit
As a Disciple, at his Scholars Feet;
A Simple Serpent, or Serpentine Dove,
Made up of Wisdom, Innocence, and Love:
Neatness Embroidered with It self alone,
And Civils Canonized in a Gown;
Embracing Old and Young, and Low and High,
Ethics Embodied in Divinity;
Ambitious to be Lowest, and to Raise
His Brethren's Honour on his own Decays;
(Thus doth the Sun Retire into his Bed,
That being Gone the Stars may show their Head)
Could Wound at Argument without Division,
Cut to the Quick, and yet make no Incision:
Ready to Sacrifice Domestic Notions
To Churches Peace, and Ministers Devotions:
Himself, indeed (and Singular in That)
Whom All Admired He Admired not:
Lived Like an Angel of a Mortal Birth,
Conversed in Heaven while he was on Earth:
Though not, as Moses, Radiant with Light
Whose Glory Dazzled the Beholders Sight,
Yet so Divinely Beautified, you'd Count
He had been Born, and Bred upon the Mount:
A Living Breathing Bible: Tables where
Both Covenants, at Large, engraven were;
⟨p. 76⟩Gospel and Law in's Heart, had Each it's Column;
His Head an Index to the Sacred Volume;
His very Name a Title Page; and next,
His Life a Commentary on the Text.
O, what a Monument of Glorious Worth,
When, in a New-Edition, he comes forth,
Without Errata's, may we think he'll be
In Leaves and Covers of Eternity!
A Man of Might, at Heavenly Eloquence,
To Fix the Ear, and Charm the Conscience;
As if Apollos were Revived in Him,
Or he had Learned of a Seraphim:
Spake Many Tongues in One: One Voice and Sense
Wrought, Joy and Sorrow, Fear and Confidence:
Rocks▪ Rent before him, Blind Received their Sight;
Souls Levelled to the Dunghill, stood Upright:
Infernal Furies, Burst with Rage to see
Their Prisoners Captiv'd into Liberty:
A Star that, in our Eastern England, Rose,
Thence Hurried by the Blast of Stupid Foes,
Whose Foggy Darkness, and Benumbed Senses,
Brooked not his Dazzling Fervent Influences:
Thus did he move on Earth, from East to West;
There he went down, and up to Heaven for Rest.
Nor from himself, whilst living, doth he vary,
His Death hath made him an Ubiquitary:
HERE lies Magnanimous Humility;
Majesty, Meekness; Christian Apathy
On soft Affections; Liberty in Thrall;
A Noble Spirit, Servant unto All;
Learnings Great Master-piece, who yet would sit
As a Disciple, at his Scholars Feet;
A Simple Serpent, or Serpentine Dove,
Made up of Wisdom, Innocence, and Love:
Neatness Embroider'd with It self alone,
And Civils Canonized in a Gown;
Embracing Old and Young, and Low and High,
Ethies Imbodyed in Divinity;
Ambitious to be Lowest, and to Raise
His Brethrens Honour on his own Decays;
(Thus doth the Sun Retire into his Bed,
That being Gone the Stars may shew their Head)
Could Wound at Argument without Division,
Cut to the Quick, and yet make no Incision:
Ready to Sacrifice Domestick Notions
To Churches Peace, and Ministers Devotions:
Himself, indeed (and Singular in That)
Whom All Admired He Admired not:
Liv'd Like an Angel of a Mortal Birth,
Convers'd in Heaven while he was on Earth:
Though not, as Moses, Radiant with Light
Whose Glory Dazelld the Beholders Sight,
Yet so Divinely Beautifi'd, you'ld Count
He had been Born, and Bred upon the Mount:
A Living Breathing Bible: Tables where
Both Covenants, at Large, engraven were;
⟨p. 76⟩Gospel and Law in's Heart, had Each it's Columne;
His Head an Index to the Sacred Volumn;
His very Name a Title Page; and next,
His Life a Commentary on the Text.
O, what a Monument of Glorious Worth,
When, in a New-Edition, he comes forth,
Without Errata's, may we think he'l be
In Leaves and Covers of Eternity!
A Man of Might, at Heavenly Eloquence,
To Fix the Ear, and Charm the Conscience;
As if Apollos were Reviv'd in Him,
Or he had Learned of a Seraphim:
Spake Many Tongues in One: One Voice and Sense
Wrought, Joy and Sorrow, Fear and Confidence:
Rocks▪ Rent before him, Blind Receiv'd their Sight;
Souls Levell'd to the Dunghill, stood Upright:
Infernal Furies, Burst with Rage to see
Their Prisoners Captiv'd into Libertie:
A Star that, in our Eastern England, Rose,
Thence Hurry'd by the Blast of Stupid Foes,
Whose Foggy Darkness, and Benummed Senses,
Brookt not his Daz'ling Fervent Influences:
Thus did he move on Earth, from East to West;
There he went down, and up to Heaven for Rest.
Nor from himself, whilst living, doth he vary,
His Death hath made him an Ubiguitary:
