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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03136	An elegy and funeral oration, on the death of the Reverend Richard Lingard, D.D.		1671 (1671)	Wing E345; ESTC R171913	4,131	8

AN ELEGY AND Funeral Oration ON THE DEATH Of the Reverend RICHARD LINGARD D. D. Dean of Lismore and Publick Professor of Divinity in the University of Dublin LONDON Printed for Benjamin Tooke and are to be sold at the Ship in St. Pauls Church-yard M DC LXXI On the Death of the Reverend RICHARD LINGARD D. D. Dean of Lismore and publick Professor of Divinity in the Vniversity of Dublin ODE Immedicis brevis est aetas rara senectus Quicquid amas c. Mart. I Am convinc'd now that I was abus'd I thought it once a common place Rather a custom than a grace And common as the Deaths for which 't was us'd When Poets rather than their grief Impos'd upon their own belief Telling the World that all things rare Were only symptoms of despair That to be early very great Was life's perfection and its date The only Crisis of approaching fate Methought they seem'd as if they wou'd Perswade 't was dang'rous to be good That ripest Vertue which can only claim With us an immortality was Fame And meerly mortal set aside the Name That come unto its pitch it did expire Because it never cou'd get higher And sooner fell if it did soon acquire As if the swiftness made it out of breath And its perfection not disease alone but death II. To prove this Fate you 'l with an Emblem meet Of Flowers that in strange perfumes smile And with realities beguile As sweet as short but ah as short as sweet Or else they 'l tell you that the day Which laughs in the most vigorous ray Can't last but ends the sooner for its flight And weeps its glories in swift night Such Similies as these my dearest Friend May suit with Verse but not thy end He must name nothing else that wou'd commend Pardon Gray Vertues if I am so bold And grief is so to say that you are Old LINGARD was green green as the World first was Born at full age bearded with downy grass Yet he was ripe yea full as ripe as they Who to his Cradles colour live their way For he was born just as he dyed all grey Now I 'le believe the man that did implore That or his joys or wishes might be low'r Lest one excess the other shou'd devour That wish dear LINGARD fitted us for thee For if ere man was lov'd to death then thou art he III. Thy day of life as yet shone in its prime Fresh in its morning it did play In the young manhood of its day And had a journey to the noon of time Ne're dreamt of shades but briskly ran When Death that grand Eclipse began And interpos'd dull Earth by a sad sleight Hiding thy beams has lest poor us in night Our little world looks dark for want of thee And such another light it scarce will see Till the first last day of Eternity Can't Death mistake For sure it told Thy aged parts and therefore thought thee old Ah no! 't was Heav'n call'd for its own All thoughts of Age it lets alone Time 's not regarded there nor known But Thee it knew and therefore did approve Yet with a due respect to those above Better than Us they may more they can't love Should it choose often so mortals forgive If I affirm 't will soon become a shame to live IV. Surely kind Heav'n will thy great loss repair And in exchange send us one down To bear the honours of the Gown The double charge of Pulpit and of Chair When to the sacred Schools he came How did he check and snuff the flame Of those whose passion was their cause And thought Divinity applause I 've seen him when small things arose The empty stratagems oppose And cut the hairs and shave 'um close He 'd give them scope a Sea he 'd let them have And talk in storms and in huge tempests rave But if the furious waves touch'd Heaven he 'd rise And like a Neptune with his brow chastise And look all smooth and fair as his own eyes He 'd end those little wars with such success And with such satisfaction one might guess The men themselves did know their own minds less Were we not sure Heav'n no dispute can bear The Saints might choose him to the self same office there V. But when he in the Pulpit did appear The Pulpit now an empty place 'T was in such genuine Majestick grace As if some Angel mov'd in his own sphere He aim'd not at that shallow happiness Of owing matter to a formal dress To cheat mens judgments never was his care He slighted painted words and carved air Things in his words no Picture there appears Things from him came so naked to the ears As if his Organs were not his but thiers Though much he spake yet all was short he said He spake things almost just as they were made When he as still he was at naming sin In what a holy passion has he been What extasies have Men and Angels seen To such a decent rage he 'd grow As if he knew not what he did but so He did it as he always made us know Like healing spears his words ' gainst sin imploy'd Did make Vice blush and love to see it self destroy'd VI. He seem'd to some that knew him so inclin'd Or rather tied to vertue so That he was good ev'n whe'r he wou'd or no. For vertue was the very soul of s mind Severe he was to vice alone Yet scarce then was his rage his own So very mild his native meen And so extreamly hard to wean That he plain he than whom was none Hypocrisie could more disown Was sorc'd to counterfeit a frown And this though just he was compell'd to do First fell out with himself and then with you But all this vertue 's buried can there be A Grave a Tomb for immortality If vertue e're was mortal t was in Thee A Feaver took him hence a Feaver came And snatch't him hence oh giv 't a better name He cou'd not burn but in some holy flame Call it a Chariot of fire He like a Prophet should retire And all the Universe must thus expire The Phoenix world like him one day Will in bright flames refine its clay And only purge the Accidents away For be it spoke with reverence to the skies Bate them and as he fell we may expect he 'l rise FINIS Oratio Funebris habita in Aula Collegii Trinitatis juxta Dubl Novem. die decimo tertio in Exequiis Viri vere Reverendi RICHARDI LINGARDI S. T. D. Professoris Pub. necnon Decani Lismorensis INtuenti mihi Auditores circumfusam hanc Coronam tot funesti lugubres undique Vultus occurrunt adeo Omnia Squalore insolito obsita it à mortua planè visa sunt ac si conventum hodiernum habuissemus non tam ad Sepeliendum Viri Clarissimi Cadaver quam ad Repraesentandum Statuarum more ad illius obrigentes Monumentum Flevtmus nuper Nonnullorum Funera at