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A84131 An elegiacall commemoration of the pious life, and most lamented death, and funerals, of Mr. Josiah Shute, rector of the parish, of St. Mary Woolnoth in Lombard-Street. Who left us on the 13 of June. 1643. 1643 (1643) Wing E337; Thomason E75_1; ESTC R21939 10,148 24

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when I have enquired after and call'd together all his worth my Reader want faith to goe along with me further Let us therefore descend quickly to his declining and we shall finde an evening becomming such a day glorious even in his Sun-set Nor could we look for any other Catastrophe at the last Scene when all the rest of his life was so well Acted He lived 55 yeares to learn how to dye well for indeed his whole Age was no otherwise imployed At last Nature being over-wrought groaned under many Infirmities which with cheerefulnesse he a great while passed over till Death which would not be deferr'd further and Heaven which would no longer be without this Guest agreed together to summon him by a swouning Fit which as soone as he had retired out of his Pulpit into his Chamber suspended his spirits and had throwne him on the ground had not a luckie friend whose fortune it was to close his eyes at last then by chance rescued him from the Fall After this his Disease pursued him so close that it took him from his profession and this hee accounted Death even before Death to be forc't from his Pulpit where he would willingly have expired his soule being then nearer and on its way to heaven But Blessed Man thou mad'st thy Bed thy Pulpit and finding thy Soule upon her Wing thou didst almost after thy usuall Method betake thy selfe to thy Text which was that commanding Monosyllable Death Yet before thou didst enter upon it thou didst prepare thy few and happie Auditors by a most devout and patheticall Prayer wherein all the world was beholding to thy extensive Charitie And may thy bleeding Countrie thy disquieted Prince thy divided Brethren thy melancholy Friends and even thy peevish enemies feele those Blessings which in thy last words thou didst beg for them When thou hadst as if thou didst intend them as so many Legacies summ'd up all things which are necessary for us Thou didst bequeath thy selfe into those hands that made thee and suddenly after didst fall asleepe He that shall with a contemplative soule observe all this and yet want a Sermon to teach him how to dye well when Reverend SHUTE now very near a Saint preacheth from his Death-bed to him will hardly be brought to a true sense of saving Mortification should his blessed Angell descend and bring down instructions more immediately from GODS Mouth how he might dye to live immortallie Nor did this Man of God goe to his Grave with meane Funerals he had more true Mourners then followed the Hearse of a departed Prince Such put on an affected griefe with their dissembling blacks and at these stately Obsequies there is no circumstance which is like Sorrow but a counterfeit Solemnitie when as there wanted no Pageants of Mortality nor borrowed sadnesse to attend him to the house of Death In his Melancholy Traine which was made up of thousands besides his drooping Kindred it was hard to finde out a dry eye or a face wherein griefe did not apparently shew it selfe The Nobility and Gentry could not command their Teares or were willing to bestow that last gatefull showre in acknowledgement of those many blessings they owed him for The dejected Clergie hung downe their heads as if they had lost the credit of their Profession His sad Parishioners who for so many yeares had received the bread of life by his faithfull Ministerie looked pale and disconsolate as though they had feared a succeeding Famine And the rest of the weeping croud who had heretofore gathered up whilest he shook the Tree of Life to all that came by their Laments and Peales of sighes did witnesse that they had soules sensible of the injuries which death had done them by taking away him who alwayes stood Sentinell for all his Auditors and gave them a timely Alarum against the surprizals of their Arch-Enemy the Devill Mr. Vdall that preached his Funerall Sermon Well then might his Learned Friend have spared his Funerall Lectnre for there were no eyes present which needed pumping no hearts which were not already melted at this Buriall of their Favourite But his words were Cordiall to us when he excellently shewed how He had fought a good fight finished The Text at his Funerall his course and kept the faith and was gone to receive that Crowne of Righteousnesse which the Lord the righteous Judge had laid up for him Let us therefore wipe our eyes seeing we are so well assured of his happinesse lest we seeme to envie him his blessed repose and the reward of his righteousnesse which we have reason to hope is as certaine as that the Almighty is mercifull and that he hath prepared heaven for a Kingdome and immortality for a Crowne for all those that have fought a good fight c. Yet 't is said there want not those that dare more then doubt of his soules blisse Oh desparate uncharitablenesse even against their own selves If our God be so severe that thy well-drest soule which never went without its true Wedding-garment cannot be admitted what shall become of those who have nothing but rags of vanity and patches of pretended zeale to cloath their sinfull nakednesse O my God if there be no roome in Heaven for this good this vigilant Shepherd where shall his poore weak flock be folded when we are driven out of this life Is not the Gate of Blessednesse narrow enough but must wretched man streighten it yet farther If so much so pure Piety cannot enter how shall prophanenesse and accumulated sin struggle through That forward Intruder that will make himselfe of Gods Jurie and dares presumptuously condemne the Just and Innocent passeth a sure sentence against his own soule But Heaven and Earth whose Darling he alwayes was have lifted him above the reach of their violent malice And whilest God and Men having now divided him betwixt them shall take care the one of his Soule the other of his Fame and shall eternize him in the Register of the Saints the memory of these dregs of men who are professed enemies even to Mortality to Learning Vertue Piety almost to all those true and essentiall parts of Charity and Religion shall be odious to Posterity to which they have help'd to give a wound by their furious and unlimited zeale and practises which will be beyond the cure either of Time or Policy Yet even for these Malignant Spirits his Soule left a blessing whilest he begd of the Almighty whither he was about to goe to enlighten and amend their bloodshed eyes and to pardon their wilfull and malitious Blindnesse Thus instead of repaying the Gall of his Detractors with Bitternesse he tooke them into his Prayers and so sacrificed for their sin a benefit bestowed upon them against their will and merit Come hither then all ye that have any aime at heaven and set your selves to study the life and death of this holy man what we cannot performe by his precepts and passed Instructions let us reach at by his example and imitation Thus he may live with us in despight of Death and preach saving Doctrines though himselfe be for ever silenced Thus every pious bosome may make it selfe his Tombe which being adorned with any resemblance of his better part will more fully evidence his worth then a speaking marble whose partiall Inscrptions doe most times flatter their dead guests and are therefore justly suspected as no more then a Funerall Complement Yet it were both pity and ingratitude should that silver Trumpet which hath so often awakened us from our sinfull Lethargies be be now hudled up in common dust without some little memoriall where it is laid up Go on then and doe you whose soules were above thirty yeates obliged to him deliver him over to Posterity in your intended Monument That when aged Time hath worne out all those who have been witnesses of his matchlesse parts and Piety the stones may tell his happy story by offering this Epitaph to every Reader Here lies c.