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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53043	A commemoration sermon preached at Darby, Feb. 18, 1674, for the Honourable Colonel Charles Cavendish, slain in the service of King Charles the First, before Gainsborough in the year 1643 / by William Nailour.	Nailour, William, 1627 or 8-1678.; Cavendish, Charles, 1620-1643.	1675 (1675)	Wing N85; ESTC R5836	9,370	30

are Gods and all of you are Children of the most High But ye shall die like men and fall like one of the Princes Great men have those that clear the passage that prepare their way before them but they can't say to Death stand off bear back or if they do that grim Sir minds not these whifflers but goes on his equal pace and makes not distinction betwixt the Poor man's Hut and the Prince's Palace The mighty man must fall just like the Mean only his Death makes the greater noise and Lucian fanci'd in the shades below his Ghost too roar'd the louder otherwise he could imagine no difference betwixt ' em The Favourite of a King must die as sure as he that 's frown'd upon at Court Haman as well as Mordecai Achitophel that spoke Oracles must die as sure as Nabal that talk'd non-sense The Rich man and the Beggar must meet in the Grave Dives died as well as Lazarus the Coward and the Couragious must mingle ashes Now if this be so Then you that stand High be not high-minded but fear Give me leave to say to you what a Slave was commanded to a Roman Victor in the hight of his Triumph Respice futura hominem te esse cogita Consider what 's to come remember you are Mortal It is appointed for you too once to die and after this the Judgement Those who are the Keepers of our Liberties who shall set bounds to theirs The thoughts of Death and Judgment will do it most effectually the Roman Tribunes were not so Sacred as these the Lacedaemonian Ephori were not so powerful You that stand high and live so too and over-drop the Shrubs about you if you like the Prodigal spend your Estate in Riot among Wanton Women and mind not the Cries of the Poor and that you are their Steward then I must advise you to read the Doom of Babylon with trembling lest it should be yours How much she hath glorified her self and lived deliciously so much torment and sorrow give her in the Cup which she hath filled fill to her double Great men must die as well as others and they have a greater account to give then Others have for to whom God hath committed much of him he will ask the more therefore they must not be high-minded but fear And that for the second Observ The Third ensueth They that stand in high stand in the most slippery places and so are aptest to catch a Fall The Text tells us there is a Prince and a Great man fallen and 't is no more then we might well look for The Life of Man is short of Kings shorter of Popes shortest Kings have their Tasters and 't is fit they should auro bibitur Venenum Poison is drunk out of the Golden Cup whereas none has a design upon the Poor man's Pitcher Great men have great Estates and these are aptest to throw them down like persons entangl'd in their looser garments Envy strikes at these men and a rival Ambition undermines them some like Pompey can indure no Peers and some like Caesar no Superiours A plenteous Fortune creates crudities and makes a fat Church-yard and constant Felicity is a thing very hard of Digestion if Want hath kill'd its thousands this hath kill'd its ten thousands They that stand high are apt to be giddy-headed and they that are so are aptest to fall You then that stand upon the flat do not Envy rather Pitie those above you they are expos'd to those winds and storms which flie over your heads when they are in turmoils you are at quiet Hear one speak for all the rest and have compassion We Great men says no mean Statesman are like common Pools to which all the Beasts of the Forest resort and they only exhaust and trouble the Waters you think we sleep upon a Pillow of Downe but there is a Stone in 't our nights are broken but you may rest whole ones there is no end of our Cares as there is no end of our Possessions The wearing a Crown gives the head-ach O Woman you would not stoop to take up that rag out of the dirt did you but know how much trouble was wrapt up in it these words were spoke by a King and were said of a Diadem Great men says the famous Verulam are like the Celestial Bodies they have much Veneration but no Rest but there is this difference betwixt them those Stars are always Fix'd these are still a falling It is a pitiful condition which Kings and Great men are commonly in so many Passions so many Masters so many Servants so many Flatterers Who may say unto them What do ye Great men seldom hear the Truth or if they do He that tells it becomes their Enemie thus frantick people will fall foul upon their best Physitian Offer to reprove Great men and you offer them an affront they cannot bear it tell them what will befall them if they go on in their licentious courses and your mouth shall be stopt Prophesie not again any more at Bethel for it is the Kings Chappel and it is the Kings Court and Great men are Little Kings and their Houses are Courts too in a smaller letter and edition You that stand upon the level do not judge according to outward appearance but judge righteous judgment Consider well the case and condition of them that stand highest and you will find cause to change your Envy into Pity your Admiration into Compassion And that for the third Observation Now the fourth and last advances The holy Land is not a place priviledged against the arrest of Death it seems they die too in the Land of Canaan in the land of Israel a Prince and a great man did and the smaller fry cannot hope to fare better Christ died there and is the Disciple above his Master it is well for him if he be as his Master When Man's Sin first made a breach into the World at that breach Death entered and since that Poor man can take sanctuary in no place but Death will find and fetch him out If you should take the wings of the morning set out never so early and dwell in the uttermost parts of the Earth yet Death would overtake you still you are in his Dominions If any place would secure a man against Death methinks it should be the Land of Canaan which is a type of Heaven the Region of Immortality But this will not do it for I observe of the Land of Canaan what the old Philosopher did of Rome Here men die too In this the Type the Holy Land falls short of its Antitype the Kingdom of Heaven in that Kingdom Moth and Rust do not corrupt Death cannot break through and steal away any they that are there live and see God but none here can live and see him we must die to do it Now since it is so that the best place is not priviledged against the Arrest of Death where ever then you