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An Elegy on the (very little) lamented death of old Father Peter's the late famous English Jesuit who departed this life at St. Omers in France on May Day, 1699, in the 70 year of his age.
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Wing E443A; ESTC R34873
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MEMENTO MORI REMEMBER TO DIE AN ELEGY On the very little Lamented Death of Old Father Peter's the Late Famous English Jesuit who departed this Life at St. Omers in France on May Day 1699 in the 70 Year of his Age. WEEP all ye Romans who have Tears to spare You that have none continue as you are and you that cant your usual Tempers keep Then if you please may laugh at those that weep But now perhaps you 'll â—sk The Reason why Or wherefore you should either laugh or cry I 'll tell you then 'T is for a sad Mischance Old Father Peter's lately dead in France He 's dead he 's dead who made all England shake And caus'd Old J these Reamls to forsake Nay greater things than this he here did do A Young Prince run before that he could goe Which by his Art he ordered should be so Oh Fam'd Confessor Wonders thou hast don All Miracles are ceas'd since thou art gone Oh let my Pen give thee thy praises due You could give Pardons yea and Children too Nay some have been so bold as for to sâ—ear You taught the Feeble how to get an Heir But whether that be true is yet unknown Being loath to give you more than is your own Thy Christian Bowels cheerfully extended To Female stuners tho' they 'd much offended Who by long Custom in their Sins were harden'd If they were handsome yet their sins were pardon'd Tho' dead in Sin if Carcass was but living Thou rais'd them up by art of Sins forgiving Whole sholes of Beauties purg'd of Sinful Leven By thee are set in the High-Road to Heaven Farewell dear Saint Religions best Forecaster The more our sins to Heaven we go the faster Young Tender Females who for frail Transgressions Received Stripes from thee at their Confessions If Sns were many tho' thy Strokes were mild Thou somtimes whipt them till they prov'd with Child A Young and Holly Sister at the Bath Conceived by thy Help and her strong Faith And tho' her Father skill'd in Physick Trade Can't cure the Wound which on her thou hast made These and many more great things which I could tell Were done by thee when with us thou did'st dwell And more than this Preach'd up a frightful story Of Punishments in a Damn'd Purgatory Who with such Doctrine made a dismal rout If thou art there stay while we pray thee out Even thou who led so many Saints astray Ar't gon thy self yet none can tell which way It 's true some Guess indeed but who can tell Whither in Purgatory Heaven or Hell Is thy aboad since thou hast left Earth's Ball Where by your Craft you got the Devil and all But now Alas that head in Dust is laid Which hath so sweetly Taught and sweetly pray'd But though thy outward part is gon and Rotten Thy better part 'mong Saints wo'nt be forgotten Thou 'rt Cannoniz'd at Rome in White and Red And there thou 'lt Live though here thou art quite Dead Sure Rome will Mourn for loss of this Confessor And in his place Advance a true Successor Therefore Dear Father since you 've Quit this Stage Resign your Post to 'th Learned of this Age And let them chuse a Man like you in Evil Tho' t is a task perhaps beyond the Devil But now I think on 't if it goes by Votes No Man more fitter for 't than Docter O t es EPITAPH HERE lyes a Confessor Who whip'd the Transgressor And in time of great need In case he was Feed Upon true Confession Could Pardon Transgression And cou'd Cancell a Sentance Without a Repentance The Femal Young Sinners Tho' but new beginers By their Beads he could tell When backwards they 'd fell And when all was not well LONDON Printed in the Year 1699.