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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01045	Funerals of a right reuerend father in God Patrick Forbes of Corse, Bishop of Aberdfne [sic]. Tou en hagiois reuenderendissimi in Christo patris, Patricii Forbesii a Corse, episcopi Abredoniensis, tumulus. A multis omnium ordinum collachrymantibus variegato opere exornatus.	Lindsay, David, 1565?-1627.	1631 (1631)	STC 11151; ESTC S102430	243,542	510

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