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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
knowledge_n	faith_n	patience_n	temperance_n	4,962	5	11.6128	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A78470	Certain elegies upon the death of Peter Whalley Esq; late major of Northampton.		1657 (1657)	Wing C1700B; Thomason E912_7; ESTC R207542	6,950	18

doleful knell Prepare thy heart prepare thy fluent eyes To celebrate his last sad Excquies Thy pious prudent Praetor Major Head Consul and Father The lov'd Whalley's dead Break ope the Flood-gates let the Sluces go Create from Living Springs a Deluge so Then mingle Streams with Nine subdue thy Fears And make it navigable with thy Tears That Fluid Chrystal of his Name shall be The Monument to late Posterity Amic Was this the Omen Is it so then Genius farewel I 'le try what I alone can do in some dark gloomy Cell Haec gemitus inter singultus anhelans Flevit F. A. To the memory of his Pious and Prudent Friend Mr Peter Whalley late Major of Northampton HE that but little skills to make a Verse Is prest to pay some duty to this Herse Sad is the Subject so 's our Verse but know Losers have leave to talk that feel the Blow Affection makes the Poet now not Wit Light trimming mourning weeds can never fit Lo here the Ruines of a Casket lies That late contain'd a Pearl of goodly Prize The Pearl's dropt out indeed but by Remove Of Blessed Angels now 't is fixt above That 's safe 't is we the losers are alone In black and white thus come to make our moan Here lately shone those Graces from above Well temper'd Zeal with Knowledge Faith and Love With Temperance Meekness Patience Moderation The blessed Spirit there took up his station His Publike cares his Private him commend He was the Churches Nurse the Good mans Friend P. Plain Pious Prudent Peaceful was his Praise W. Wife Well-bred Willing Watchful in his Waies He 's now to Dust returning Ah the day That turn'd this Gold into a lump of Clay But so the choicest Trees cull'd out we find When Thorny Shrubs enow are left behind Northampton sit 'i th Dust cause there he lies And now you have lost your Head don't spare your Eyes The fairest Fabricks fall to ruine must Whose Pillars crack and crumble thus to dust Come Leveller Death leads thy Van away Black Coats and Scarlet Gowns shall Homage pay To his commanding Rod of Sequestration Such Men such Christians don't become the Nation What dust-heaps makes he of the choicest sort To kill poor Flies and Beetles 't is no sport Grim death of late does sure pursue their cries Who scorn dominion kick at Dignities Or else with Hell combines to part the fray To rout the Good that Hell may win the day No no Deaths errand is from Heaven and we More sober stand amaz'd such change to see Sad Omen such Eclipses boad no doubt When Lanthorns break to pieces Lights go out Some storms will follow sure this Thunder-clap Judgements break in when Moses leaves the gap When Guides and Shepherds in their Beds are laid Poor wandring Sheep of Wolves may be afraid Yet don't despond though Conduits broken are Gods Fountain's full these Breaches hee 'l repair Sad Mourners spend your tears on sin You then Shall blest be here or else with him agen Vpon his sudden Departure O that our Fate in 's losse betimes we knew That tri'd we might what prayers and tears could do This sudden blow had we but fear'd before We should have griev'd the less but pray'd the more Heavens wise disposing hand decreed it so The shortest cut to glory he should go Say not 't was sudden Death but all in hast He took his leave his time was over-past His work being done he gently steals away Cull'd out he lingers not nor makes delay No Feaverish heats his fainting Limbs must burn And melt by drops this gold into its Urn No Dropsies cold nor Agues rackt his bones No Atrophie drill'd out his life in groans He 's well a Summons comes he turns aside Like Moses meek onely went up and di'd Romes Imperator often wish'd to be Posted away by such Euthanasie And yet his Pilgrim soul could little know Whither when outed hence it then should go Much better He that heaven hath sure in 's Eye May wish not fear at least thus quick to die Dejected seldome he who daily dies Death laid in ambush cannot him surprize 'T is not a body craz'd but soul that 's sound That for departure hence stands ready bound Consumptive pains not alwaies wast the sin A Life well led Death only welcomes in Peace then in this no more lament at all Who waits his change as he can never fall Upon his Interring in the Church of All-Saints in Northampton BUt say where shall this sacred dust Lie till the raising of the Just This close lodg'd Guest where shall he be Hid for this Worlds eternity What structure's this to whom related Fame tels to Saints 't was dedicated If All Saints here a part should have Saint Peter then may claim a Grave 'T is not that Apostolike he Lies here yet Peter 't is you see And Saint he was sincerely true Saint Peter then may be his due What ere he was one part you see Here wrapt up in Mortality His better part to God is gone His Warfare's finisht work is done Blest soul adieu our loss's thy gain Thy pleasure 's full while we in pain Impartial Fame shall dresse thy story Thy Name lives here thy soul in glory PETER WHALLEY Anagram They Reap Well THey Reap well That Heaven obtain Who sow like thee Ne'r sow in vain On the Life and sudden Death of my Dear Brother Mr Peter Whalley REader Vouchsafe to know before thou passe Whom th'Church the Town and County lost He was A Magistrate fill'd with a publike minde To all 's private relations dear and kinde Helpful to th' poor to Friends he faithful prov'd Honest to all of honest men belov'd Fixt in OLD Truths when Times for NEW Truths were He made both Church and Ministry his care He serv'd his God though's busines did abound When his Lord call'd he was SO DOING found On his sudden Death Although the sacred Preacher cannot lye Yet this Good Man searce found * Eccles 3.2 a Time to die Was his departure strange not being sick God made it easie as Death made it quick His death was such that 't may almost be said As Paul of some he 's rather chang'd then dead He dy'd like Moses with this difference still Moses went up and he went * He died in an house standing at the bottom of an high hill which hill he walked down a little before his death down the hill Though when death came he was i' th bottom found His active soul soon got the higher ground Whilst others fet a compasse here is one That unto heaven the next way is gone Though in this race others with him begun Yet all quite out of distance hath he run Like Snails we duller mortals do but creep But he he hath done it with a running leap Death stole behind as if it self him fear'd Knowing he was before-hand well prepar'd His being slipt so soon out of this life Twix Saints and Angels