Officâ—is Cap. 28. Certè vita potiùs mortali redonandum censuit DEVS illum mortuum quem Elisaei sepulobro illatum necessitas excusare videbatur quaÌ„ permittendum ut super sancti prophetae reliquâ—as humatus jaceret To the Truelie Honourable and vvorthie of Reverence Dr IOHN FORBES OF CORSE Rector of the Universitie of Aberdene and Professor of Divinitie in the same THe Carian Ladie in a statelie Frame Of richest matter with Dedalean Hands Caus'd build a Tombe to vindicate the Fame Of her deceassed Lord from Lethes sands So shall this Treatise to the world declare Thy Father's Honour and thy Filiall Care In it Characters of His matchlesse Worth Are to the Lyfe exprest in measur'd lynes And this ensueing piece is heere set foorth To bee the Usher to these great ingyns Whose quills are deeplie dyv'd in Cyrrha's Streame And so the fitter for this statelie Theame A Dolorous Expression of a wofull Breach made in our Church and Policie By the death of that Honourable Discreit and admirably gifted Prelate PATRICKE FORBES OF CORSE Late Bishop of Aberdene Chanceller and Restorer of the Universitie of the same and worthilie-one of his Majesties Privie Counsell c. Who vnder the hope of a Glorious Resurrection most chearfully layd downe his Tabernacle at his Palace in Aberdene the xxviij of March 1635. COnsider Sacred Nyne the cause why I doe weepe And in this time of publicke Griefe a doleful coÌ„sort keepe Stricke sad vpon your Lyrs Threnodicallie sing And let the torrent of your teares match your Castal'an Spring Send out your sighs with myne as Heralds of our woe To tell the world wee are injur'd by man-kynds ruethles Foe Whose hand alace hath spoyld our Countreys rarest gemme And slayne Minerva's Minion sprung from a statelie stemme Who can abstaine from Teares to see his Shryne enterr'd On whom the Lord with lib'rall hand so many Gifts coÌ„ferr'd And these in mercie were so seasoned with Grace That every eye saw him a man proportion'd for his place And which adorn'd him much and did inlarge his fame Hee clearly taught the wayes of God and walked in the same His thoughts converst with God his lips were Trueth her keys Authoritie and Courtesie were pincell'd in his eyes And what I ever thought my pen shall now proclaime Hee was the splendor of our Church and glorie of his Name Our soveraign Lord our Church our Schools publick Stat Doe all concurre through sense of losse for to condoll this fate For while hee liv'd his gifts were vsefull for them all But GOD for to afflict the earth by death did him recall Leaving his darling Church the Orphane of his care The world the relict of his worth this Sea an emptie Chaire Yet everie place retaynes Characters of his worth VVhich ravisht myndes did oft admire but no hand could set foorth Then Muse bee not asham'd sincerelie to confesse That thou will but obscure his worth if thou preasse to expresse This pearlesse Prelats praise in whoÌ„ we saw coÌ„bynd Minervas wit Apollo's tongue and Phineas zealous mynde An vnrelenting hope firme fayth and daring cowrage A Soule devote a lyfe vnstayn'd a kyndlie-manlie visage A will propense to good a just-divyded eare A marble breast well fortified against th' assaults of Feare A heart enricht with loue a mynde with deepe conceptions A tongue and pen replenished with ravishing expressions His wit vntyed all knots his cowrage overcame All incident difficulties Hee ever was the same But since my slow-plum'd Muse with her vnsassel'd phraises Can not amount the high extent of his deserved praises I will resigne this taske to some Maron'an pen Which can more fitlie celebrate this Quintessence of Men. Yet no Virgilâ—an quill can honour him so much As hee will dignifie the same his worthienesse was such Wherein I dare avow hee hath exceeded all That ever did possesse this Chaire I feare or ever shall But if that Sions Lord who treads vpon the Sphears Shal blesse this Church with such a Guide then I 'll recant my Fears And with a heart enlarg'd praise HIM while I haue breath Who only can fil vp the breach made by our Prelats death Of His Sepulchre IF halow'd Ashes can renowne a place If Relicts of rare Saincts procure respect If sacred Vessels of great gifts and grace Can viants hearts with deepest groanes affect Then none can looke vpon this Prelates Urne But with a due respect must sigh and mourne And for his worth preferre this sleeping rowme To Mausolus his much admired Tombe MASTER DAVID LINDSAY Person of Belhelvie and Moderator of the Presbyterie of ABERDENE AN ECLOG On the Death of the same Incomparable Prelate Written by the foresayd Master DAVID LINDSAY Person of BELHELVIE and Moderator of the Presbyterie of ABERDENE Compraehensor Viator C. SPeake Pastors of this Church with whom I once converst And tell mee whence your teares proceeds Are all your flocks disperst V. Is this our Prelates voyce whom wee enjoyde of late Is 't thy imparadized Soule that doeth condole our state Then giue triumphing ghosts can stoupe to thinges belowe And Condiscend th' afflicted case of Militants to know Wee will vnfolde the cause of our luxurious teares It 's thy translation from this Seat to the coelestiall sphears C. What doe yee grudge my state who haue made gayne by death V. No but lament our losse of thee with sorrow-sounding breath How can wee cease from teares when wee remember now The loving aspects of thy face the terrors of thy brow The first inlyf'd our hearts the nixt did guarde our sheepe Thy zeale thy wit thy actiue care did all in safetie keepe When thou our Center wast wee thy Circumference The Rod of Aaron blossom'd faire by thy wyse influence But now wee languish all our Halcyon dayes are ended And that most justlie wee confesse for happie tyme mispendeâ— Our hands were steel'd by thee thou clear'd our clowdie sight When any thing was out of frame thou joynted all things right The errant wilfull weake thou carefullie observ'd Whom thou reclaym'd constaain'd releiv'd thou all in peace preserv'd Our losse alace is gayne to the Ignatian brood Whose machinations thou forsaw whose practise thou withstood Since thou removedst hence they dare accoast our Flocks The wholesome seede that wee haue sowne there nociue darnell chocks Now at thy emptie Chayre wee stand amaz'd to see So great a Tropicke of our state so suddenlie to bee C. Wmquhill Commilitons why should yee thinke it strange To see a Church that 's militant subjected to a change For neyther tyme nor place is priviledg'd below A Church that wants parallaxes is in the heavens yee know And giue the tymes bee evill preserue your owne soules pure That which yee cannot rectifie with griefe of heart endure Let not your zeale disbend prooue faithfull in your places Communicete with no mans sinne set GOD before your faces Who will your paines at last remunerate in loue And place you with the rest of Saincts
olde proprietie thus projecting Man's totall ruine Nature being deaths pryse The Victorie ours wee conquering enemies Belyke the shout of SION seems to roare Rackt with such griefe not once heard of before Her Northern-Church imbellisht to our sight Was lately plac'd on top of SIONS hight Her Structure which the first Contract had made whill tread-tramd Crafts-men scarce were to bee had The Master-builder wanting to command Awlesse confusion winning th'vpperhand Those rude impolisht stones which kept not lyne Shee lately chang'd in jewels gems divyne Olde rowmes made voyde replenisht to content Conscience the levell of strict Government Shee howls to misse what verie now shee had And to our hearing sadlie hath shee saide My Mount doeth smoake it 's shak'd by IOVAH'S Hand Moses and Aron fled how can it stand Moses did watch true Sentinell without it Aron Circundat tarrasses about it Those being gone who did so well surround mee The burning wrath of GOD's neare to confound me Is 't so with SION is shee so dejected Who twyse a-yeare our drouping heads erected Gainst purest feares in gleaning Autumns Flowrs Gainst all distrustfull hopes of Aesta's showres Dare not those greene Trees at the axe repyne Then rotten stocke how neare's that fall of thyne Since clearest heads are drumled then bee sure The mudled way-floods can haue no thing pure Though in few Acts Man could abridge his playes In manie schens divyded are his dayes Since then wee see the Tapers doe decay Whent's dark the candlesticke may be a prey SIR ALEXANDER CVMMIN of Coutter Knight IN MEMORIE OF THE RIGHT REVREND PATRICK FORBES Late Lord Bishop of Aberdene Who deceassed March xxviij 1635. A Perfect Patterne of a pearlesse Guyde Was late inclosed in this Caske of clay Wh'in Countrey Church and Policie besyde Of Government with praise practis'd the way A loving Landlord Statist calmlie bent Preacher and Praelate holie eloquent Mortem justi lugent cuncti PATRICKE MAITLAN Of Karnfeichell and Achincriue AARON'S OBSEQVIE WHen Titan ryseth from his bed Hee guildes our day and lends vs lyfe But when abortiue Night doeth spred Her sable mantle wee 're at stryfe Even with our selues for sleepe Deaths freind Whiffs in our face and blowes vs blind When Spring enambles Vesta's lap Our Rose is sweete our Damask's cleane But if a frost or thunder clap Persue their buddes straight what was greene Is blasted and their rotten Core Infoldes a canker-worme no more When Rivers from their private sourse Repay their Tribute to the Maine The ratling murmures of their course Proclaimes their debt and yet in vaine For there how soone they hyde their heads Their luster 's gone their Douceur fades When Brydegroomes from their chambers come To wed the Virgine Nymphes of May The Violet and Prymrose bloome Len wreaths and Lawrels to that play But if or hee or shee shall fall Their mirth 's exchanged to a Madrigall So whilst our Aaron's burning Light In Vrim and in Thummim shynd Our Levits saw their Day no Night For Atho's Shaddows still declynde But now in Ramah Aaron sleepes And Rachel for her Husband weepes So whilst our Aarons Priestlie Rod Did bud did blossome and yeelde fruit Ieshuruns other stemmes abroad Proov'd withred stickes and wanted root But now hee sleepes and gainst his Vyne And Oliue Brambles now repyne So when our Aaron's boundlesse Ocean Lent secret lyfe to Sacred Springes Rephidims Rocke by that commotion Did drench Vrania's scorched winges But whilst his deepes exhawled lye Cherith's exhaust and Kedron's dry So whilst our pompous Aaron stood To wed the Bryde to her Brydegroome The Friends rejoyc'd the Virgines bowde And both vnto the Wedding come But now the PARANYMPH is gone And all the marriage Children moane What then haue not Aire Earth and Seas Spent teares at ARON'S funerall They haue But teares so dround their eyes That now their deepest griefes recall Their sluces and to tymes to come Say Light cares speake when deepe grief 's dumbe Mr WILLIAM WISHART Person of Restarick DEDICATED To the Never-dying Memorie of The late Right Revend Learned and Religious Prelate my best Friend And most worthie Macenas PATRICKE BY THE MERCIE OF GOD BISHOP OF ABERDENE c. WAlking alone vnder a shade neare by a River syde Beholding how swift silent streams into the Sea did slyde The budding Groue our youth streames tymes velocitie Floods falling in the Sea declar'd all living flesh must die Whiles thus as in a trance I viewed the welkin cleare Vnto my eyes and eares at once od objects did appeare I heard great tolling Bels drums toucke dead trumpets sounded Canons loude roaring made such noyse Earth Sea and Aire resoūded But that which mov'd me most I saw me neare hand by Great multitudes of mourning men full sadlie seem'd to cry Some said Now IACOB'S gone our PATRIARCH who bred vs. Som lik Aegiptiās mourning cryd Our Ioseph's faild who fed vs Some for myld Moses moand evē those who most did grieue him Praying if possibe it were their vowes might now revive him Some for their DAVID dool'd most for the Temple grat Some for IOSIAS shouted in the Valley of Iosaphat Their doole redoubled so their cryes became confusde That Natures workes all round about was stupified and musde The tallest trembling Trees whose statelie tops vpryse And seem'd through watrie voults of aire to cut the crystal Skyes Did lowre and lout them lowe as witnesse of those wronges Elf-Echoe out of hollow Caues resounds their sorrowing songs The Clowds did cease to drop the wavering windes to blow The boughs on banks left off to bloome the Seas to fall or flow The sweetest stirring streames that run in d ee and DONE Shout to their equals Stay your pace help vs two to mone The birds with chirming cheare that cut the azure Skyes They cease to sing the beasts to low the fish to swimme in Seas The Sunne and Moone amaz'd and Starres all still they stand And all IOVES hudge and curious worke the sea the aire the land Left off their kindlie course and car'd with me to ken About a Tombe what moved to mourne so manie modest men Thus whilst agast wee gaz'd three out amongst the laue In doricke nūbers sadlie sounds these Songs about his Graue 1. SONG SWeete Sheepherds Swanes awake and weepe Since hee is gone who made you sleepe Wee want our gracious Governour Who watch'd vs both in Field and Towre Now may wee stray without a Guyde In earth there is none such besyde Great paines Hee tooke to make vs keepe To feede to fence our wandring Sheepe All our defects Hee cur'd and cover'd Which Doggs and Wolfes would haue discover'd And now no doubt wee 'll goe astray Since wee Him want who led our way The crasde and creeple oft Hee heal'd them The comfortlesse Hee never failde them Our EAGLE who vs taught to flie Our PELICAN our PHOENIX hie Great IOVA Grant since Hee is gone His ashes breede vs such a One. 2. SONG OVr Church hath lost a
the Altar fall And doe divinelie worship as the Word Clearlie commands the Ever-living LORD His Sentences so sage so sweet and calme Flow'd from him flowantlie lyke Floods of Balme His Proaves and his Pedegree I passe That honourable and ev'r worthie was Yet vnto them and vnto all this Land His Lyfe lent Light and as a Starre did stand Praeshyning still and with so solemne Show That all the World his Christian carriage know Vnto the poynct and period wherein His Soule ascended from this Sinke of Sinne While softlie breathing from his Breast his Breath Hee sleeped sweetlie as disdayning Death And with vs left an Ever-living Fame A notable Renowme and Noble Name III. PASCH-DAY the Sonne of Righteousnesse arose And Hee the day before his course did close T' attend the triumph of that Glorious Day That all the Righteous should remember aye His Soule ascending boue the chrystall Coome While that its Reliques in this terren Tombe Heere lyes it there aye Haheluiah singes To magnifie the Mightie KING of Kinges And prostrate lowe before the Mercies Throne Duelie adores the TRINITIE-TRINE-ONE Enjoying justified the rich Reward To all the Pious promisd and prepar'd A Guerdon Great past Compasse and Compare For their blest Workes that follow them vp there Where Peace and Pleasure haue no period But endlesse are as th'Ever-living GOD And where with Heavēly Hoasts of holy Saincts Hee ev'r and ev'r there Haleluja chants Mr AL. GARDEN ADVOCATE Vpon the much-lamented death of the most Reverend Father in CHRIST BISHOP PATRICKE Late Lord Bishop of ABERDENE c. EPITAPH WIthin this Casket is inshrynd Who now triumphs ov'r Death's Assyze In whom with Skill Grace was combynde To make a Praelate of rich pryze A faythfull Steward hee was still Who sterved none through want of Food Dispensing all his Masters will Rejoycing in the peoples good In Church or Civill-Policie Few could to him bee parallell Day-starre hee was of the Clergie Nay Pillar of the Common-weall VVealth was not his Petition VVith gift of Heritage content Honour without Ambition His worth procur'd and good Descent And to bee short hee nothing wanted To make him Mirrour of this Age This trueth by all men must bee granted Few so victorious left the Stage VVhich makes vs act in mourning Verse Sad Interludes now ov'r his Hearse ANOTHER SOme holde it rare to finde voyde of deceat A wittie States-man or without oppression One bearing rule nay carelesse in conceat Of Coyne to see a Church-man by Profession Loe here intomb'd then doeth a Phoenix lye VVho liv'd all three and did vnspotted dye Mr IAMES GORDON Then Student New Minister of GOD'S Word at Kearne EPITAPH Vpon the death of PATRICK FORBES Late Bishop of Aberdene OF all this All the Universall frame The Beautie BRITANE is and ABERDENE Gives both a Grace and Grandour to the same For all is singular that there is seene But eminent aboue these all is One The chiefe and highest honour of that Towne Late Praelate PATRICK glorie of the Gowne BRITANE this All He grac'd ABERDONE And was an Ornament to all alone MISAKMOS Mr IAMES KEYTH A THRENODIE Vpon the Lamentable and ever to bee deplored death of the most Reverend Father in CHRIST PATRICKE Late Bishop of Aberdene One of the Lordes of Privie Counsell and Right Honourable Laird of Corse and Baron of Oneill HIs Birth sad Muse his lyfe his death passe by And all that follow'd these and doe not pry In these transplendent rayes of Vertues light Which looking to may thee bereaue of sight But in thy passing by take once a glance And make that glance his prayses to advance First in his birth which is but least of all But great indeede but here to mynde I call His vert'ous lyfe by all so still renown'd That with it as a Garland Birth was crown'd His godlie lyfe with glistring Winges of Fame Doeth to all ages eternize his Name As in his mortall lyfe to CHRIST hee liv'd So now with CHRIST vnto CHRIST he dy'd Wee doe our Neighbour misse but his hath found CORNELIUS wee cause for to resound The hills and dales with sorrow hee with joy Wee for our Sheepherds losse not hee for why His Sheepherd hee hath found hee now is crown'd VVhich fills his heart with joy makes ours to sound VVith griefe away from vs to PAUL hath gone Our TIMOTHIE his precepts everie one How hee hath kept to show which makes our heart VVith joy with griefe for him to burst to smart For vs. Ah ABERDENE Ah ABERDONE Thy Light 's eclyps'd from thee thy joy is gone My Muse wold speak but it doth blush for shame Not being worthie to sound out His Fame Mr ALEXANDER WHYT Student in Divinitie ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HONOURABLE AND REVEREND FATHER IN GOD PATRICK FORBES BISHOP OF ABERDENE WEE neede not bee lugubrious For this sweete holie One Who now from vs away is reft Vnto that heavenlie Throne For now hee weares the Diademe Of Glorie Immortall For his good workes in Heaven shyne Lyke Starres coelestiall But to the LORD Omnipotent Who him hath princelie crownd Let vs giue thankes and eke His prayse With heart and voyce resound A rarer Man could not bee found As this on earth to dwell For hee in Vertues all but most In WISEDOME did excell His vertuousnesse for to expresse It is but all in vayne Because to all are manifest His Vertues without stayne A Godlier could not bee found All mortall men among Who for his good and godlie lyfe Vnto the Heavens is gone IOHN IOHNSTON Student in Philosophie In the King's Colledge of Aberdene Raban's Regrate For the present losse of his very good Lord Patron and Master PATRICK FORBES Bishop of Aberdene Baron of Corse and Oneill Who most Peaceablie and Godlie departed hence to a Better lyfe vpon Easter-Even about 3 aclocke in the morning at his Pallace in Olde Aberdene adjacent to the Cathedrall Church in the 71 yeare of his Honourable Age and the 17 yeare of his Godlie Governament March 28. Anno 1635. BEholde Alace Here lyeth ONE VVho on this Earth Compare had none A Learned Patron Wyse and Graue A Consull good What would you haue Chiefe Orator of Scotlands North. The World can not afford his VVorth A Prelate and a Pastor good VVho in due tyme gaue Heavenlie Food At Morne at Noone and Evening tyde Vnto His Flocke sweet IESUS Bryde The Poore with Meat Hee fed also None hungrie from His House did goe A CROSSE into His Badge Hee bore And follow'd CHRIST who went before But halfe a day for to prepare For CORSE with HIM an Heavenlie Share Then Death Where is thy Sting Let see And graue Where is thy Victorie Your Honour in the Dust is spred PATRICRE now reygnes with CHRIST His Head Death 's but a Passage to convoy Such Sayncts into their Master's Ioy. The LORD prepare vs lesse and more To follow Him Hee 's gone before Good Sirs I am bihind the rest I
erat Perdidit â—reptam fatis Ecclesia prolem Urna tenet cineres ABREDONVMque Patris Cum vero omne sacrum mors importuna prophanet Cur vitio vertis diripuisse bonos Hi dedignantur terrena palatia regum Queis terra indigna est duxit ad astra DEUS ABREDONVM decus atque Pater successit Olympo Illic vt nova sit gloria coelitibus MVSARVM LACHRYMAE TAntalidi moesto vivos adhibere colores Dum sumo ingenio pictor arte nequit Sollicitos ducto texit velamine vultus Effingi quoniam non potis ipse dolor Castalidum valeas qui delineare dolores Si gemitus velles pingere pinge sonum Sub pedibus lauri dejecit Apollo coronam Et planctus resonant consona fila lyrae Condidit obductos qualis cum deficit orbi Vultus nec radiis lumina laeta jacet Tristia cupressi circundant tempora serta Non taciti hoc signum funeris instar erit Largis implentur lachrymis Heleconia Tempe Terra nec vlla polo subdita moesta magis ABREDONVM eripuit Musis quia parca patronum Quo vivente melos quo moriente dolor IOANNES TAYLOR ANGLVS Philosophia Studiosus IN REVERENDI ET SANCTISSIMI PATRIS PATRICII FORBESII EPISCOPI ABREDONENSIS Et in summo Scotorum Senatu Consiliarii Obirum EPITAPHIVM OCcidit Abredonum Praesul FORBESIVS ecce Parva tenet magni nominis vrna virum In quem non habet aut livor quod dicere possit Quanquam caelicolas misit in arma deas Namuefides pietas spes quicquid denique tantum Aut talem potuit condecorare virum Illius in niveo sibi sedem pectore legit Pectore Caucasea candidiore nive Labe carens vt vita fuit nulliue potestas Noxia sic visa est mors properata nimis Hunc gemet extinctum cuicunue ecclesia curae est Atque in solliciti parte doloris erit MUSARUM IN DEFUNCTVM LACHRYMAE VEre novo Phoebus turba comitante sororum Visere Pierias vult Heliconis aquas Solicitansque lyram sic solabatur euntes Visa sit vt longae non mora longa viae Propter aquas tandem viridi consedit in herba Et circumfusa est turba canora ducem Tunc Phoebus cantate deae queis carmina curae Et jam vernantes fallite voce dies Incipiunt jussae Câ—nit haec qua Iupiter olim Laedam fluminea lusit adulter ave Illa canit Veneris Martisque nefaria furta Et Niobes lachrymas Phaetontis equos Dumque deae sic facta canunt sic aera mulcent Melpomene querulis fletibus ora rigaâ— Et jam non potis hunc tantum superare dolorem Ingemit lachrymans talia voce refert Occidit ABREDONVM Praesul FORBESIVS hisque Vocibus in mediis victa dolore silet Ingeminant musae lachrymas pectora plangunt Tuta nec à digitis ora fuere suis. Quid vixisse juvat clamant quid libera fatis Vita quid aeternas proderit esse deas Non honor est sed onus vita haec laesura ferentes Solamen miseris est potuisse mori Phoebus item querulis lachrymis testatur amorem Et penitus fletu vincitur ipse sâ—o Solatur miseras tamen Permissidis vnda Amotis lachrymis talia dicta dedit Scilicet infausto nobis processit Olympo Quae tantum terris abstulit hora virum Spes superest animosa tamen nam splendida claris Ingeniis non est orba relicta domus Vivit Natus adhuc magni spes altera patris Solamenque mali vivat opto diu Ponebat moerens ALEXANDER DOWNY Philosophiae Studiosus IN OBITVM Reverendissimi Charissimi Patris sui 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 PATRICII FORBESII EPISCOPI ABREDONIENSIS c. CARMEN FUNEBRE IOANNIS FORBESII FILII DUlce decus genitor vitali suavior aura Luminis usura cui mage charus eram Dum tua condecorant certatim funera quisquis Numen amat virtus cui clara placet Aegra tui desiderio dum pectora tundunt Pontifices proceres plebs studiosa cohors FORBESIAE florem gentis cecidisse queruntur Quo se jactabat sospite nostra domus Regum consilium magni occubuisse Senatus Ingenium Patriae deliciasque suae Orbatum Pastore gregem moderamine mystas Fulmineum verbi conticuisse melos Instauratori lachrymas Academia pendit Singultim tragicis vociferata modis Iam Musis Phoebum studiis jam deesse patronum Praesidum templis pauperibusque patrem Pulpita saepe tuis facundo ex ore sonora Vocibus atra gemunt compita lessus obit Flammiferis auras vrbana tonitrua bombis Accendunt populi sidera pulsat amor Haec autem lamenta inter tot publica nemo est Qui tibi sed Patriae quisque sibiue dolet Te superis etenim concentibus aurea Coeli Regia susceptum lucis in arce beat Talia cernenti quae mens mihi quis potis esse Sensus dum robur pectoris ora manus Doctrinae morum nectar pia vota recordor Mortemque heroam ceu Patriarcha fores Exanimesque oculos digitis componere nostris Ut mihi exequiis solvere justa datum Quid moestae superest proli charisque propinquis Quid faciant luctu pectora pressa gravi Nempe PATRIS summi praeconia praepete cantu Vt celebrent à quo tanta fuere bona Qui majora dabit cum clangor ab aetheris axe Eruet ex imis ossa sepulta locis Restituetque animae Corpus totusque micabis Aeternum aeterni Solis ab orbe jubar Et pariles tentent gressus quibus itur ad astra Haec nos sanctorum fata suprema docent Te DEVS ante dedit terris nunc intulit astris Dicant terra Polus laus sine fine DEO Instabiles sub sole vices fugitivaque rerum Gaudia mansuras PATRIA donat opes PATRIA Coelestis fundamine fulta superno Urbs sancta aetherii nobilis aula PATRIS Foelix cui cursum dat gratia gloria metam Sic mihi contingat vivere sic moriar SONNET REaders of sacred Histories attent Doe find great Names in Monuments inrolde Of faythfull Pastors and their Vertues tolde For Prayse to GOD to make men diligent Sage Cyrils Austin in Disputes potent Graue Gregories meeke Melet Ambrose bolde Sweete Cyprian Iohn with his Mouth of Golde Starre of his age Athanase permanent Theodoret in Learning eminent Well versde in Scriptures Ierome New and Olde True Flavian kynde Paulin manifolde Perfections of others excellent These graces PATRICK FORBES richly had Whereby GOD honourd was the Church made glad Vpon the death of that Right Honourable Right Reverend and most worthie Prelate PATRICKE FORBES Baron of Corse and Oneil Late Bishop of ABERDENE COuld Man's excursiue thoughts get stayd to muse Some vnseene good there 's found in baddest newse Feare can beget of wit in selfe-born fools Prodigious Warnings traine the Wyse at Schools What 's this of Death wee see so much affecting Of young of