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A43207 An elegie upon Dr. Tho. Fuller that most incomparable writer who deceased August the 15th, M. DC. LXI. Heath, James, 1629-1664. 1661 (1661) Wing H1323; ESTC R35987 947 1

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AN ELEGIE UPON D R THO. FULLER That most Incomparable Writer Who Deceased August the 15th M. DC LXI ROom for a Saint set open Heavens Gate Here comes the AUTHOR of the Holy State See with what Train and Troops he now ascends Of Blest acquaintance and Coelestial Friends Blest Ones he comes to make your number more His Life did much his Death improves your store Such modest merit crowds not for a seat Bliss covets to be FULLER and compleat A Cherubs wing hath soar'd him to this Hight And Heaven is now in stead of Pisgah Sight His Holy War but now is finished When the reward of Glory crowns his Head Each Tract like Jacob's Ladder still did rise Directed Souls and fixt them in the Skies There are his Books transcribed and compriz'd Within the Book of Life Epitomiz'd And if th' Herculean Labours found a place Assign'd in Heaven by the Gods then Grace So well employed and exercised here Will shine far brighter in its Glories sphere The kinder Parcae yet forbore the Thred Of that Invincible till Vice was dead And he had quell'd the Monsters and supprest All growing Ills and set the World at rest But this our Hercules was snatcht from hence I th' middle of his Work while in defence Of squalid Vertue through Injurious Age 'Gainst monstrous Antiques he a War did wage Broke off its Adamantine bonds of Sleep The Dusty Marbles could their guests not keep Had rouz'd our World again and Truth appears Like Stoln Goods by jarring of the years Prodigious Luxury of Cruel Death To stifle Thousands through His loss of Breath Who shal redeem our WORTHIES from the grave When he is gone who them alone could save Oft have we strain'd Caligula's wish to make Death odious for some great and good mans sake But here how truly sad it fits our Turn Where Fate is multiply'd in FULLER's Urn. Take then the Triumphs of his Noble Pen To tell the World the Learned'st are but Men And that the rescue of their worth from Time Death in his Fate hath made acap'tal crime But know Illustrious Soul that we do see Those higher Reasons which transported thee From the black Art of Dark Antiquity To th' Speculation of Eternity Let the Beatitudes there fill thy Mind While we 'r content with what thou leav'st behind And if forgetful be or sparing Fame Thy ART of MEMORY shall preserve thy Name Sic moeret JAMES HEATH LONDON Printed M. D C. LXI * An excellent Piece in folio now in the Press The Worthies general of England is the Title of the said Book