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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06196	Tristitiæ Christianæ: or An ocean of pious tears. An elegy upon the death of the reverend, pious, and learned minister of the gospel, Mr. Matthew Mead, who departed this life at his dwelling-house in Stepney, on Monday, the 16th day of this instant October, 1699. In the sixty ninth year of his age. / Written by a constant auditor, and sorrowful mourner, for the loss of this reverend deceased pastor.		1699 (1699)	Wing T2288; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[209]	2,147	1

MEMENTO MORI Tristitiae Christianae Or an Ocean of Pious Tears AN ELEGY Upon the Death of the Reverend Pious and Learned Minister of the Gospel Mr. Matthew Mead Who Departed this Life at his Dwelling-House in Stepney on Monday the 16th Day of this Instant October 1699. In the Sixty Ninth Year of his Age. Written by a Constant Auditor and Sorrowful Mourner for the Loss of this Reverend Deceased Pastor Blessed are the dead which Dye in the Lord. A Woful Story here I 'm come to tell Of a Lost Shepherd whom ye all knew well Who left us all alone and 's gone away Being Wounded with Death's Dart the other Day D●ctor pray stay your Sheep i' th Fold they be Waiting for th' Shepherd whom they long to see There for to take some of thy Holy Meat But they 're prevented Death he did them cheat Judge now ye Saints if we han't cause to Weep For that the Pastor he hath left his Sheep Whom he with Spiritual Food did use to feed A Saint we 've lost a Saint he was indeed But tho' he 's Dead his Works they will survive His Glorious Soul as if he were alive They 'l serve in place of him though he is gone And left his Sheep here for to walk alone Ah! Could not you afford to stay a Space Of Time with us before you Run the Race And let us see Thee in the Pulpit stand Declaring Truth with Bible in thy Hand Methinks I see Him with a jesture Look Upon his Bible that most Holy Book The Word of God the which he did their Preach 'T was his Delight it always for to Teach Therefore I say have not we got great Cause To ' dore his Name and his good Works Applause Rouze up Rouze up and lend's some of your Tears For that we 've lost him it too plain appears How can ye thus so easie part with one Who S●udied always Satan to Unthrone And pull him out of all our wicked Hearts This was the Labour and chiefest parts Of this Divine who always strove for all Thousands of times he did upon them Call Unto Repentance e're his Glass was Run But now it 's out and his whole Thread is spun The string of Life and he is forc'd to fall By th' H●nd of Death that fatal General Who spareth none the Good the Bad he 'll have And send them quickly to the silent Grave And leave us hear to Weep with Floods of Tears For Famous MEAD who Christ taught many Years But now let 's Mourn and say Times Glass is out And with his Sithe with him hath had about And just like Grass with it did Mow him down Whilst we who do Survive him needs must own We lost a Pastor whom I can't set forth A Precious Member of a greater worth Than Ophir's Gold or any Riches here Few few there are that with him can compare But bid Farewel to a Chearful Harmony And with me Tune his Doleful Elegy In a good Age from us he hence departed And left his wandring Sheep quite broken-hearted For loss of Him whose Years were Sixty Nine He left the Earth and up to Heaven did Clime And here his Aged Wife she does bemoan The Death of her Good Husband Holy One A Man of God whom God did call and chuse On Earth his Holy Books her 's for to use Methinks I see his People for him weep And Floods of Tears run trickling down the Cheek Of his most vertuous Wife who God possest And with good Children Eight he hath her blest Five Sons she bore him likewise Daughters Three All which he left Weeping this Day to see His Wife she was of a most Noble Race Vertue abounds with and with Heavenly Grace So Generous so Noble and so Free So Courteous is likewise to all she see And here his Children they poor Babes behold His worthy Carcass and their Hands unfold With weeping Tears and nashing Teeth they cry ' Gainst Death their Father 's furious Enemy And here his Congregation came at last Wishing they could have had the other Blast From this their Pastor who is gone to be With his Great Master in Felicity Oh Cruel Death what makes you take so fast Away our Doctors who the Word should cast Of God unto them who is heard to say We do Lament that Death he took away From us some Preachers but the other Day As Famous Bates and Gammon he did strike Now Holy Mead he hath serv'd him the like But this you took and he must ever be Sitting with Angels to Eternity Therefore stay Death I pray now come not here So boldly thus our Preachers for to clear Who would dispence the Holy Word of God And to Declare the Truth of Mose's Rod But since their gone we will not Weep no more In hopes we 've left their Fellows still good store Which Christ I hope he will preserve and keep From Death's bold Hands who doth them Daily seek So let them go their Works will serve to be Our Devotion and Good Company And serve the Name of God his Master great And to the World his Word he did relate But now in Heaven he doth Praises Sing With a loud Voice to his Coelestial King And since Death seiz'd him let him ever lye In Heaven above whilst some do for him Cry He from the Earth is gone ever to be Upon the Throne with his great Majesty Epitaph M Most Worthy Soul interred here doth Rest A And now will set above with Angels Blest T To Sing great Praises to his Heavenly King T To all the Nations now his Name doth Ring M May not his Sheep have cause to Mourn and say E Even they 'l think upon this fatal Day A A Saint they lost a Saint he was indeed D Disturb his Rest his little Flock to Feed LONDON Printed and Sold by J. Bradford in Little Britain over against the Pump 1699. Price Two Pence