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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A32058	The saints transfiguration, or, The body of vilenesse changed into a body of glory a sermon preached at Martins Ludgate, October 19, 1654, at the funerall of that reverend and faithfull minister of Jesus Christ, Dr. Samuel Bolton, late master of Christs College in Cambridg : with a short account of his death / by Edmund Calamy ... ; to which are annexed verses upon his death, composed by divers of his friends and acquaintance.	Calamy, Edmund, 1600-1666.	1655 (1655)	Wing C265; ESTC R5821	27,503	41

body shall be raised out of the grave and be made like unto the glorious body of Jesus Christ Before he was Master of Christs Colledge he preached three or four years in this place six or seven years at Saviours Southwark and for some time at Andrews in Holburn to the great satisfaction of all the godly that waited upon his Ministry And though he be now dead yet he still speaks not only by the holiness of his life and graciousness of his doctrine but also by the many Books he hath left in print in which you may behold a fair character of his piety and Ministeriall abilites He was very orthodox and sound in judgment he had no spiritual Leprosie in his head witness those two Books of his The Arraignment of Error and A Vindication of the Rights of the Law and Liberties of Grace He was of a publike spirit witness that Book of his A word in season to a sinking Kingdom He was very carefull in admitting men and women to the Sacrament of the Lords Supper witness that Book of his called The Wedding Garment The time of his sickness was long tedious and costly his diseases many very many but his patience was exceeding great he would usually say That though the providences of God were dark towards him yet he had light within A little before he died he said to one that was lifting him up Let me alone let me lie quietly for I have as much comfort as heart can hold The last time I was with him I found him wonderfully desirous to be dissolved and to be with Christ I heard him say Oh this vile carcass of mine when will it give way that my soul may get out and go to my God When will this rotten carcass be consumed that I may mount up to Heaven And when he saw any probable symptoms of death which he called the little crevises at which his soul did peep out he was exceedingly joyfull It was his desire to be buried without any Funeral pomp which puts me in minde of a saying recorded in the life of Pellican of an Vncle of his who would not be buried in his Scholastick habit as the custom then was testamento cavit ne aliter sepeliretur quam simplex alius Christianus He ordered it in his Will to be buried as a private Christian and not as a Doctor and the reason he gives is because he hoped resurrecturum se ad judicium non ut Sacerdotem Doctorem sed ut humilem Christianum That he should rise at the day of judgment and appear before God not as a Priest or Doctor but as an humble Christian This was the desire and hope of our Reverend Brother and this text that I have preached on was matter of great rejoycing unto him whilest he thought of that day when his vile body subject to so many diseases should be made like unto the glorious body of Christ according to the working the mighty working as he three times repeated it whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself And so I leave him in the arms of his blessed Saviour beseeching God to make up this great loss of him to the Church of Christ in generall and to the Vniversity of Cambridg in particular FINIS TO THE Memory of the Right Worshipfull SAMVEL BOLTON D. D. late Master of Chr. Coll. in Cambridg COme let our Petty brooks of sorrow fall Into a full swolne stream of generall Sadness in pursuit of that blest soul hence Put off to the eternal confluence And Ocean of goodness Happy he Whose grief is swallow'd in that blissefull sea Weep we once more whose Fathers hast'ned death And Church-estate expiring with their breath Make us a lower sort of Orphans we Who found in Him still freshest memory Of whose we were that tenderness of heart Which the deceased spirits seem'd to impart And yet nor we nor she from whose torn breast Death snatcht away th'indearing close lodg'd guest Untimely misaccounting his years summe And hudling up in 's life dayes yet to come Such were our hopes and such the promises Of a firm tempers seeming healthfulness Nor we nor she to private loss must pay What we should in the common treasure lay In universaller calamity There 's sacriledg in such a privacy Such is the fright when the main body flies Or gives ground or when a Souldier spies A breach in the chief-fortress so were we Who fanci'd a blest perpetuity Appaled when we saw his strength decline Whom we wisht as immortal as divine The Colledg scarce could hear 't though by degrees We were dril'd on into our miseries Was it death's mercy or deaths cruelty That we might feel or fit our selves to dy We languish'd all the while in him at last Into th' Dead Colledg all our Fellow 's past This grief 's too straight still and he little knew What the World ow'd that thinks his tears undue Doth not if such a part of goodness fall Goodnesses common spirit convey to all A members sadness I'n't the Church throughout Its body pained when an Eie 's put out Where shall we now such a meek Moses finde To recall wrangling Brethren to one minde Many will help it on but who 'le bemoan A sad Church rent into division 'T was the work of a soul as his orecome With benigne sweetness such a one in whom Dwelt th' image of full Goodness as above Calme and serene in its firm peace and love One to the World so dead that evermore In the worlds things he seem'd stept out of doore As one that 's gone for some few hours abroad Or whom some small affairs call out of 's road Then was he at his home then onely free When the employment was pure heavenly How naturally in spiritual discourse Was his speech fluent ready without force And unaffected one might safely say Then he was in his temper in 's own way Like him who tyred with a barb'rous sound In a strange country happily hath found One of his natives now he may reflect On his own home in 's well known dialect View his divine attendance his soul prest On messages to Heaven and addrest To his immortal Fathers not with words Which malapert Buffons speak to their Lords Nor peremptory sauciness built on A fond God-levelling communion But in beseeming reverence By and by As toucht by'illapses of Divinity Rais'd into heav'nly ardors while just as Bodies mov'd swifty along where they pass By their own violence impress a motion Ev'n on by-standing dulness His devotion Rouz'd and enliv'ned all the neighbour hearts By holy-magick touch more then the arts Of Pulpit-Orators more motive he Snatcht our souls up by vigorous sympathy Such was his zeal a fire not nourished By earthy matter purer then what 's fed By popular applause and basest gain His zeal was of a farre more heav'ly strain It ner'e gave fire to Cannon nor did light Musquitiers matches in no civil fight Was it a