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A30217	A sermon preached at Owburne in Buckinghamshire at the funerall of the right worshipfull, and truly religious gentlewoman, Mris Margaret Elmes On the twenty-seaventh of Iuly. 1641. By George Burches batchlour of divinity.	Burches, George, d. 1658.	1641 (1641)	Wing B5615; ESTC R215067	18,917	40

that will direct thee get courage that will embolden thee get love that will constraine thee get power that will enable thee For he that wants any of these shall never bee crowned except with shame and endlesse confusion Arme then thy selfe with these be valiant till thou beest victorious so that in the conclusion of thy dayes thou mayst confesse here with S. Paul I have fought a good fight c. And so I have done with mans Military condition wherein you have seen how hee becomes a fighter I am now to speake of the last act or part which he playes on the stage of this world The finishing of his course Hence I collected that Doct. 2d. As his condition is military so is it mortall God puts an end to all his encounters so that his life is nothing else but a marching to death As soon as wee be borne wee begin to draw to an end as if the whole scope of our desires were to hasten to the grave The clearest day is covered by the clouds of the night the longest sentence must have it's period and there is no life on earth but hath it's death As if death were the marke which the vanity of humane endeavours runs at All men yea all inferiour things are freed by an end And as the Philosopher answered the newes of his sons death Scio me genuisse mortalem I have gotten a man that is mortall So God the Father may say of every man living Scio me creâsse mortalem I have made man that hath made himselfe mortall Per nativitatem vivet in carne per juventutem candescit in flore per mortem aret in pulvere Greg. Hence is that saying of an ancient setting forth mans frayle estate By birth a man is borne greene in his flesh by youth he is white in his blossome by death hee is withered in the dust It is a law enacted by the king of heaven Statutum est omnibus semelmori It is appointed for all once to dye It is appointed and that by him whose decrees are like those of the Medes and Persians which cannot be altered Death like the fisher-man encloses all kinde of fish in his net old and young good and bad small and great All is catch'd by death Which thing the Poets insinuate in the fable of Death and Cupid who lodging at a time both in one Inne enterchanged each others arrowes and so from that time to this it comes to passe that old men dote and yong men dye If they that have brought us into the world are gone out of it before us wee may conclude our own following There is not one in the whole cluster of man-kinde but eodem modo nodo vinctus victus is lyable to the common and equall law of death Mans body so well as Ice expounds that ridle The mother begets the daughter Dust begets the body Gignit filia matrem and the body begets dust Our life is like a game at chesse wherein men supply different places one is a king another a Queene another a Bishop another a Knight another a pawn but when the game is ended and they shuffled into one bagge all is alike So death makes no distinction betwixt Prince and people Soveraign and subjects the robes of the one so well as the ragges of the other shall not escape her ruine When Alcibiades brags of his lands Socrates reaches him a Map bids him demonstrate where they lye Alas he could not find nor scarce discerne Athens it selfe it was so small a point in respect of the world Ecce vix totam Hercules implerit urnam The dust of mighty Hercules can scarce fill a pitcher The Philosopher said of Alexander yesterday the world did not content him now ten cubits can containe him It 's worthy our consideration that had we as much land as ever the devill shewed Christ yet wee can call no more ours but the grave This is the estate of the best that when they have devoured the most delicate creatures the wormes shall devoure them A fat corps is but a fat supper for the wormes It is neither birth nor bravery riches nor royalty that can stop us from finishing of our course or runing of our race untill all be concluded by death Vse 1. Seeing wee are mortall let this then instruct us to reflect upon our selves It is the folly of miserable man to be too much unmindful of the day of death And indeed the fashion of secure wretches when they have been forgetfull of any thing to say they thought no more of it then of the day of their death Intimating hereby however they think of other things yet the thoughts of death are farre from them These are not apprehensive of their common condition hence unawares they are supprized and sent packing to hell in the midst of their wretched security Oh consider this you that are unmindfull of your end putting far from you the evill day the time of your dissolution Remember that as the tree falls so it lyes as death leaves thee so shall judgement finde thee As thou sowest here so thou must reap hereafter If thou hast been a swearer a curser a prophane wretch look for such a crop as this seed will bring forth which without repentance is no lesse then everlasting horrour with devills and damned spirits in a lake that burnes with fire and brimstone Bee then counselled forthwith to bee mindfull of thy end And for thy better proceeding consider these motives 1. The uncertainty of it Nil certius morte horâ mortis nihil incertius we see by dayly experience though strong bodies may perhaps hold out many fits unexpectedly they are forced to yeild to the necessity of nature Our bodies are made of elements weak and fluid principles and therefore sooner resolve to their first materialls Doe we not see that though some bee suffered like ripe fruit to remaine on the tree till the fall to live till they be old yet how many be cudgeld frō the tree snatcht away by death in the very prime of their dayes Was not Herod wounded deadly in the midst of his pomp and pride by this messenger Surely had hee then been a painting of himselfe as many of our Ladyes doe death would soon have spoyled all his colours How soone did that covetous muck worme in the Gospell Luke 12 10. that thought by his wealth to purchase heaven on earth heare that sad knell ringing in his eares this night shall thy soule be taken from thee His day of pleasure is ended and the night of everlasting sorrow supprizes him Extremum gau●ij luctus occupat Vexation treads on the heels of vanity That when pleasure like the sunne hath run her course she sets unawares oft-times in a dismall night of paine Let the uncertainty therefore of our ends cause us to bee prepared for them Wee know not how soon the great Iudge will appeare in the cloudes