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A87379	Moses his death: opened and applyed, in a sermon at Christ-Church in London, Decemb. 23. MDCLVI. at the funeral of Mr. Edward Bright, M.A. Fellow of Emmanuel Colledge in Cambridge, and minister of the Gospel there. / By Samuel Jacombe M.A. Fellow of Queens Colledge in Cambridge, and pastor of Mary Woolnoth, Lumbardstreet, London. With some elegies.	Jacombe, Samuel, d. 1659.	1657 (1657)	Wing J109; Thomason E904_4; ESTC R202649	55,430	77

sick fifteen weeks lived not to see it comming up but a sore feaver arrests him and a pineing ague with other sad distempers cut the thread of life and makes us call for a burying place where wee may bury our dead formerly the delight of our eyes out of our sight let us see whether our sins made not this breach and let us remember to mourn for them Quod gravissimum fecit natura commune fecit ut crudelitatem facti consolaretur aequalitas Seneca consol ad Polyb. Let us sin no more lest a worse thing come lest God send sorer and heavier judgements upon the Parish and City too Yet let Moses his death satisfie you in Mr. Brights let Mr. Brights in your own God hath used to do thus in the world and if the tide stay not for the best Merchant every petty chapman must not chafe because it runs too fast from him If the Sun set to Kings and Princes while they travel it will to beggers God will not comply with all our humours Id Princeps potest quod salva majestate porest nor must his wise understanding submit to our passionate fancies where a Moses is taken away it becomes them from whom hee is taken to bee modest not to murmure against Gods pleasure but to pray hard and use all the means they can to get a Joshua and when they have him to bee thankful I have done only I beseech you that are Parishioners here that you would remember to use all the means you can if it bee possible to get another Bright amongst you Empericks were alwaies confident but there were that heard Paul I know and Jesus I know but who are yee hee said wisely who said th● Cart was empty when the Horses ran so fast get a Minister that will bee faithful to your souls that you are assured aimes at your everlasting wel-fare and when you have him hear divine truth from him with attention practise it with conscience refresh him by the fruits of your piety by the exercise of the power of godliness no comfort to the tender nurse like the thriving of the childe FINIS To the Dear Memory of my Friend Mr. Ed. Bright IF a large heart open and unconfin'd Free as the Air it lately breath'd a minde Worthy of God and brave friends that durst be Good in this age and scorn hypocrisie If to speak so i' th Pulpit that from thence Atheists might learn to think Religion sense The vertuous so inspir'd as still to bee Made more in love with vertue and with Thee Rare Preacher where the times are so perplext To see the Sermon oft confute the Text. If good men's wishes Physick's noble cares If Heav'n importun'd with early pray'rs If flourishing years which now so far had run To bee a just Meridian for their Sun If all these might have kept thee that dark Fate That too soon clos'd thine eyes had then come late Late as the slow-pac'd motion of that year Late to the most long-liv'd that wisht thee here Late as thine own requests that ask'd a truce Not for thy self but for thy Master's use Late as the time when best friend's might desire To see thee full of day's and God expire Thou now had'st liv'd and preach'd and our tears bin Not for the Preacher shed but for our sin Awaken'd at his Sermon 's Then O why So soon should what deserv'd whole ages dye Must great mind's like New Stars but look about Bee wondred at a little and go out Yet we 're secure that their eternal light Removes not from its being but our sight To spend it's glory 's in some better place Where no dark exhalation hides it's face But let 's weep leisurely and think for what Retail our sigh's Item to this and that Vertue a tear deliberately view Him in his Pulpit when quick lightning flew About men's ears and their steel'd souls did melt Within'um or agen as when hee dealt A thunder through the Church all in a fright Thunder would make Caligula look white Or when but tear's distract these objects so As numerous refractions use to do That they dam up themselves and hinder more Being thus at once both their own sea and shore And so 't is fit let trifling subjects throw Our griefs into soft Number 's make them flow Uninterrupted in one even stream A motion as unworthy as the Theam For Thee our sorrows tumult shall confess It is more full and high by seeming less Ascend brave spirit in thy robe of light Thy Flame is more illustrious through this Night Of grief beheld by us who can no more But weep and what thou now enjoy'st adore And for you Sir whose pious labour must Hallow the Urn that receives this dust Whilst his fair Name moves in your paper-bark On flood 's of tears like Noah in his A●k Of 't may wee meet and for that Name so dear Whilst living on it's Ashes drop a tear Will. Croone Fell. of Em. Coll. ELEGIES On the much lamented death of Mr. EDVVARD BRIGHT his sincerely honoured Friend DEar Soul too dear for earth are thy bones lay'd With common dust and numbred with the dead Thou dead who hast so often with thy breath Blasted life's fatal Foes Sin Hell and Death Thou who didst erst mens hearts with flagrant words As lightnings through the scabbards melts the swords And by thy skill in Chymistry Divine Turnd'st courser mettals into current coin For Heavens Kingdome such as neither rust Nor earth corrupts What! Art thou turn'd to dust Is the salt melted and the moysture dry'd The Conqueror vanquish't and the Chymist try'd In his own furnace and to ashes turn'd Hath Divine heat the Microcosme burn'd Yet thus wee see sharp swords soon cut the sheath The purest flame aspires and vanisheth The finest China mettal's broken soon The Nightingal's sweet pipe 's soon out of tune Houses of best prepar'd and purest clay Oft totter fall and moulder in a day Nor may wee wonder when let loose to fight The Elements begun to try their right And for dominion strove the little world Being with wars into confusion hurl'd That then thy peaceful soul stirr'd up its might To quit the Kingdome which disclaim'd her right And just incensed rage awak'd thy minde To make a way out where it could not finde As a bold Lion when hee meets his foes Lashes his sides and roars then stoutly goes Through hot'st encounters streight unto his den That there hee may repose in peace agen So like Petars thy soul made gates to flye That op't the passage to felicity And at such gates who would not venture in When though hee lose his life hee 's sure to win But you Physitians who are wont to boast Y' are Natures helps why quel'd you not the host Of Rebels here and caus'd the civil war Of inmate enemies to cease what are Your Potions Clysters and your letting blood Only to save the bad and kill the good Or to the grave

loved my soul and asked mee why I would die must come in as a witnesse against mee and justifie God in my condemnation why should I slight Gods message or slight him who brings it Now hee is for ought I know entring into the joy of his Lord now God so values him as to reward him Surely this arguing is rational and might easily enter into any mans minde who observes but common experience though hee had nothing else to prompt him I hope all of you will reap this advantage from the present occasion to value the persons and the Sermons of all consciencious preachers better idolize them not was our first advice that is one way to lose them Gustavus the renowned King of Sweden prophesied truth when hee said God would take him off because men too much admired him yet scorn them not for Ambassadors are soon called home when it is desperate to prevail so far as to get fair audience but howsoever you deal with us do but practise godliness and we shall rejoyce for I question not but holy men can heartily present Pauls petition Now I pray to God that yee do no evil 2 Cor. 13.7 not that wee should appear approved but that yee should do that which is honest though wee bee as reprobat●● Experience tell us that good thoughts of the Physitian facilitate the cure and the good health of a sickly patient brings credit enough to the Physitian 3 Moses his death Chargeth you not to be confident of long life your selves if Palaces crack and fall sure weak cottages must if Moses die a●private Israelite must not live alwaies All flesh is grass Isa 40.6 7 8. Homo cum sis id fac ut semper intelig as The Heliotrope may pride it self at the Suns presence the pretty flowers may open all their heads and welcome the salutes of the grand beauty of this visible world but the Sun will set and a night must be found every four and twenty hours in Summer but at length comes a cold Winter a tedious absence of the warm beams and then the leaves drop and the roots perish we are far nearer sickness and death than wee think wee are Soul take thine ease that the man said This night shall thy soul bee taken away from thee that God said Is not this great Babel that I have built for the honour of my name The great King hath no sooner said it but hee hears a voice that speaks something of a different nature like the noise of a thunder-clap that swallowes up the melody which his secure pride made him The Kingdome is departed A remarkable check you have to mens vain presumption of life in 1 King 16.8 9. Elah is drinking himself drunk and his servant Zimri comes in and kills him Well Zimri will bee King promiseth himself much happinesse in his royalty but it hastens his death Omri besiegeth him and when the City is taken 1 King 16.18 the poor King goes into the Palace burns the house over him with fire and dies The Israelites like not Mannah they must needs feed more delicioussy they shall but while the meat was in their mouthes the wrath of God fell upon them and slew the mightiest of them wee are blinde if wee see not that man groweth up as a flower and is cut down Job 14.2 hee fleeth as a shadow and continueth not Every thing in nature tells us of changes our very Table is but a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a bier whereon every dish of meat stands as a dead corpse I could weep sometimes and drop my tears as the dew of the morning when I see a young man in the pride of his strength Quis pacturientem rosam papillacam corymbum anteq●●m in calarnum f●andatur orbis totâ ruben ium foliorum unbitione immature demesium aequis oculis mai cessere videat Hieron ad Pammachiam super obit Paulinae uxoris in the acuteness of his parts in the blossome of his beauty whilst hee is the delight of friends and his society the ambition of spectators hee sits still and thinks no hurt when a rude passion stabs him or hee is innocently merry but his juvenile blood is inflamed hee is sick hee groans hee sighs hee dyes But I resolve to stop the flood-gates and blame my folly for it is folly to forget that it is as natural for the grass to wither and it is as ordinary for it to bee cut down as it is to creep out of the womb of the earth Bee as careful as wee can good fruit will perish because it is worm-eaten and that which eats it is bred within it Just when Pharaoh will have bricks made and build Pyramids leave Monuments of his greatness to posterity then is God about to break him and pluck down the plumes of Aegyptian pride And surely if an Israelite cannot presume that long life shall bee his portion an Aegyptian cannot if a Moses cannot then not an Israelite but this fond self-flattery this great disease of besotted humane nature whilst I perceive so much reason as a medicine proper for its cure and yet so little of it received makes mee sad and bewail the delirium that hath deprived us of all sober understanding And indeed who can think of Jonathans great integrity and read his great mistake without some degree of this passion 1 Sam. 23. hee said to David Thou shalt bee King over Israel and I shall bee next unto thee Alas good man who knew not that hee was to dye in the next battel and shall not the tares bee cut up when the wheat is Shall not the dust bee blown away when pearls are Whether I or you shall bee deaths portion next I know not but that wee shall all bee is certain for Moses is dead neither humility nor meekness power and greatness neither the love of God to him nor the love of Israel gives a dispensation from deaths claim 4 Moses his death Commands you to prepare for death nothing will secure from it therefore provide for it Art thou great or small in prosperity in adversity the way may differ it may bee fairer to thee fouler to another but the journies end is the same the debt is due the day of payment not expressed and therefore it may bee demanded presently What have you to say when death comes Will you speak to Time as Joshua to the Sun Stand still that I may bee avenged of all my adversaries that I may murder and crucifie those sins and lusts which have robbed mee of God and Heaven Alas you cannot Times Chariot runs post hee will not hear or is the grim visage of death and the thoughts of eternity and a day of judgement so little formidable that thou canst look steadily without amazement on them Alas thy heart fails thee at the thought of them What cordial then hast thou Moses my servant goes before Death comes after bee Gods servant and thou art well

wee 'l say Thou rann'st the faster to have wonne so soon Thou wroughtst the harder to have done by noon Such Lamps as are not niggards of their light Soon spend their Oyle and bid the world good night Wee 'l not compute thy time by daies and years But by thy labours then thine age appears Double let actions bee the Sands that run And then thy glass runs long when much is done But fate what makes thee hard to us alas Thou needs not shake or break the Pulpit Glasse Is this thy cunning there to send the stone Where it may hit a multitude in one Are Pulpits Butts because they stand so high Preachers the marks at which thou lettest flye And is the Lawrel that was counted free Now sooner struck than any other tree Wee see when sentence is pronounc'd by fate Then Beneficium Cleri's out of date On the Death of his very dear Friend Mr. Edward Bright Fellow of Emmanuel Colledge in Cambridge O Death I cannot skill thy arts How thou could'st by thy power win And by thy Method kill that man That 's dead unto the world and sin It seems it is not hard to put to flight That soul that 's fledg'd for it's eternal light Sure wee are mistaken hee but sleeps Or if you rather call him dead I 'me sure you mean no more but this That hee 's unto his kindred fled Then let us dress ourselves against hee come Who shall bee sent to call us also home So may wee meet and joyn in one Wreath'd in an everlasting love Breathing our joyful praise to him Who only wrought us this remove For so wee see rejoycings in a Quire Redoubled where all meet and all conspire This may suffice then here lies one Whose life was upright and whose end Was like his life But yet wee weep Because bereav'd of such a friend That man whose life was just example rare Shall never need a verse nor want a tear Rich. Kidder A. M. Fel. of Emmanuel Coll. Upon the frequent Death of Ministers divers young of Mr. Brights in particular and the manner of it HOw is' t the span of life so little showes Sith th' hand that measures it no shorter grows The grants of life in Character are writ Death findes some fault with Time and now thinks fit To date its strokes after the modern stile Anticipating Natures debt a while All Times proportions wee by sem briefs rate Into th' imperfect mood are shrunk of late The vital shadow doth too nimbly haste And th' famous Temple-clocks go much too fast Sure God's incenst wee treat with such delay Hee takes Ambassadours so soon away Or his revenewes don't to th' summe amount Hee calls so many Stewards to account Or 't is to screen his Seens eyes from fire By Deaths thick shade hee 's kindling in his ire Th' Promethean Games more sacred now revive Where Lights run races and so ardent strive Which shall bee first kist out by that pure Sun To whom their divine flames as tribute run ' Mongst which our Brights extinct the reason why My thoughts are tinctur'd with this mourning dye And put on black teaching my hand to wear This Elegie griefs Phylactery here All lives are lines drawn to the point of Death Of which some upward tend some end beneath Some long some short some crooked some more straight This centred line was shorter cause 't was right A line made up of points emphatick light A sprightly ray reflected out of sight But in some deeper waters broken first Or through a duskie cloud Meanders ●h●●st A silver thread u●t wined at the end Coin of diviue impresse but with a bend A Theam which reconciles integrity With a dis-jointed judgement where wee see In lifes last page Reasons errata cast A Chaos to another world prefac't A twist of night and day a polar guide Or fiery Pillar but with a dark side A living Sermon but of one use lame Gods Image seen inverst a vigrous flame Panting with often assaies to assoil It self with dimness charg'd by grosser oile Deaths penumbra his setting Sun 'ore cast While vapours rais'd did reasons twilight haste His tongue then rang his senses funeral Which was the Curfeu that to rest did call Those jarring sounds so harsh to tender ears Were but while hee was tuning for the sphears His souls Reveile struck at the dawn of glee The Prolegom'na of eternity Whose speech sometimes yet flow'd in nobler sort Like spirits rectifi'd in a retort His heavenly Master laid his hand on 's head And turn'd him round to manumit him dead A sacrifice to God his body meant Hee to consume a fire a feaver sent Hee was an interlined Text whereon Heavens bestow'd a gloss the world needs none Hee was not so obscure to hint his fame Whom to commend's to comment on a name With Glow-worms that is writ with beams or teach B' our breath a Star to shine or light to bleach This pen shall only be the Tube to set His lustre this short draught on Paper set Zeal gave his words their accent piety Figur'd his life grace 't with simplicity Whom faithfulness advance't to richer case Being call'd from Christ-Church to a better place Which countermands our tears bids joyful bee Hee 's gone from Christ Church but to Trinity John Reyner M. A. Em. Col. In Obitum Edvardi Bright Col. Eman● Socii NIl opus esse Deo quis uti saepius ipse Dignatur studios hominum nil arte manuque Auxiliatrici quicquid discernit agendum Nos tua sed quantum deflenda Vir optime fata Immatura docent quo non iustructior alter Extitit interpres divina mentis alma Pandere summa pot is mysteria religionis Qui tam flexanimi Suadâ nervoque potentis Eloquii traheres mortalia pectora sacra Leg is in obsequium rigidas impellere mentes Doctus artifici dextra formare sequaces Nempe hoc illud erat captiva scientia rebus Caeter a divinis aderat rati●que modestè Ancillabatur fidei prudentia zelo Temperieni dabat coelesti plenus amore Humanas miserente vices tibi Spiritus intus Ardebat flammis non luce carentibus instar Lampadis heu nimium radiis lumine donec Impertis alios oleum vitale liquescit Haec quoties animum subeunt geminata recursat Maestitia veluti lani● praesente cadaver Caede recente madens ebullit sanguine vulnus Triste recrudescit dolet immedicable vulnus Nos imprudentes numeris qui stringere paucis Quaerimus luctus pedibus metirier arct is Immensos remurque animos eludere tandem Carmine posse brevi tanti moment a doloris T. L. In Exequiis Edoardi Bright nuper Collegii Emmanuelis Socii QUis dabit ut liquidas oculi vertantur in und as Et fluat in madidis lachryma multa genis Sic tua perpetu● deflerem funera rivo Non requies flendi non modus ullus erit Sed mens obstupuit nimio