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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A37604	De fastis Anglicis, sive Calendarium Sacrum The holy calendar : being a treble series of epigrams upon all the feasts observed by the Church of England : to which is added the like number of epigrams upon some other more especiall daies, which have either their footsteps in Scripture, or are more remarkeable in this kingdome / composed by Nathanael Eaton ...	Eaton, Nathaniel, 1609?-1674.	1661 (1661)	Wing E116; ESTC R23217	28,909	82

write whole books like his and they should be Πέρι στεφάνου of thy Crown and thee Vpon Act. 7. 56. Epig. 2. THat Christ on Gods right hand enthron'd doth sit Our Creed and all the Scriptures witness it Yet thou great Martyr seest him stand a thing Well worthy of our strict examining But I have found it Thou being now to fight This first pitch'd Combat in thy Masters right Christ leaves his seat and upon tiptoe stands To see how thou thereof wouldst quit thy hands And having seen thee with much joy to win The prize he opes the Heavens to take thee in And will sit down no more thou happy one Till he have plac'd thee first upon thy throne And ta'ne those stones which when thou now didst dy About thy head like stormes of hayl did fly And chang'd to Rubies have enameld them About thy well-wrought glorious Diadem Stephen thy way indeed was hard and rough But thy reward at last was sweet enough Vpon Act. 7. 6. He fell asleep Epig. 3. THen when the furious stones in stormes did fall About thy head when blood and brains and all Spatt'red from thy dissevered skull and those That gave them have bemoan'd their dreadful blowes 'T is sayd thou fell'st asleep O wondrous thing Was this a time for sleep to spred her wing About thy peaceful temples cou'd'st thou ly So gently down when such rough storms did fly But I admire not thou hadst seen a sight That ravish'd thy glad Soul with more delight Then all those wounds could fright thee with which were Indeed an Exit not a cause of fear Let me my God but such a vision see And I shall sleep in death as well as he John the Evangelist Epig. 1. 'T was not for naught great John that thou didst rest Thy head upon thy Masters sacred Brest Thence thou deriv'st those heavenly gifts that none Of all the twelve e're had but thou alone They mov'd in narrower Spheres one's hand did pen Epistles to the scattered brethren Another fill'd with a celestial light The storie of his Saviours life did write But thou alone in one sweet knot didst twist Prophet Apostle and Evangelist Epig. 2. Vpon John 19. 26 27. THis povver to all beleevers is convey'd That they are Gods adopted children made And 't is a grace indeed to be alli'd To Christ the Lord upon the better side But John to thee this further honour 's done That thou' rt adopted also Maries son On both sides novv unto thy Lord a kin His German-brother doubly grafted in O vvho can boast great Saint as thou canst do The Son of God and Son of Mary too No mortal man had e're that favour shovvn To be thus truly stil'd but thou alone Epig. 3. Vpon the Effigies of an Eagle ascrib'd to S. John T' Was not unmeet blest Saint that thou didst bear The quick-y'd Eagles specious Character Who couldst with fixed looks so freely gaze Upon those beams which other eyes amaze Who hast thy Lords dread person so exprest As if thou dst lain not on but in his brest As though the other Writers all had seen But his back-parts and thou alone hadst been Familiar with his face which shone so bright That no mans eies but thine could brook the sight The Type was apt but short the Eagles eye And towring wing indeed that soars so high Something present thy Genius but not well For she wants tongue the things she sees to tell Thou with Seraphick skill at once didst see And warble out thy Saviours dignitie Well did the Church in one sweet Book of thine Ascribe to thee the Title of Divine Thou showd'st thy self so there and to say true In all the rest great Saint thou didst so too Innocents day Epig. 1. VVEigh but the sins and sorrows age doth bring And you 'l conclude it is a happy thing To die betimes and so prevent those woes Which he that long surviveth undergoes This was your case sweet Babes you early dy'd And so blest souls the fewer evils try'd But that 's not all you dy'd for Jesus sake And that 's a cause indeed enough to make The saddest suffrings glorious never man For his behoof the smalest hazzard ran And lo●●●y the adventure so to dy Is to live happy everlastingly Then weep not Rachell that thy Sons are slayne Nor reckon that thy loss that was their gaine 'T was mercy that thy children dy'd so soon But that they thus did dy 's a double Boon Epig. 2. THe sting of death is sin remove but that And death hath nothing to be trembled at What need then these sweet Infants fear th' events Of death ne're hurt such harmless Innocents Lord wash my Soul as clean as theirs and I When e're thou call'st will be content to dy Epigr. 3. YOu dy'd for Christ sweet Babes but grudge not though You gain'd a glorious Crown by doing so And 't was no sorry bargain that to lose A moments breath for such rich joys as those And yet that breath was none of yours beside 'T was bought before by him for whom you dy'd FINIS