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A68255	A sermon preacht at the funerall of the Lady Mary Villiers, eldest daughter of the Right Hon[ora]ble Christopher Earle of Anglesey who dyed the xxi. of Ianuary 1625. at Horningold in Leicester shire, and was buried the xxiiij. at Goadeby in the Sepulchres of her ancestors / preacht by George Iay ...	Jay, George.	1626 (1626)	STC 14479; ESTC S1252	18,945	56

A SERMON PREACHT AT the funerall of the Lady MARY VILLIERS eldest Daughter of the right honble Christopher Earle of Anglesey Who dyed the xxi of Ianuary 1625. at Horningold in Leicester shire and was buried the xxiiij at Goadeby in the Sepulchres of her Ancestors Preacht by GEORGE IAY Master of Arts and Student of Christ-Church in OXFORD Psal 39.6 Behold thou hast made my dayes as it were a span long Imperat cum Superior rogat LONDON Printed for Thomas Harper 1626. TO THE RIGHT Honourable Christopher Earle of Anglesey and his most vertuous Lady Grace and Peace My Lord my Lady HOnour shal it ever be to me to obey your cōmands at my Lords I preacht at my Ladies I printed but the disadvantage of so short an allowance of time as two daies mine inabilities besides will shew this not to be a Sermon fit for though it hath past the Presse This will be spoken when t is read but hee riseth betimes that thinkes worse of it than I doe I made a covenant with mine eyes that they should neither goe out in sleepe nor slumber untill they had lighted mee to performe my Lords pleasure which if I have done I have a protection and no man shall dare to arrest me because I was imploi'd in his service I know in these times of war I shall meet with some tall men of their hands that will put every syllable to the sword but t is an honour to me to die in my Commanders service Some mouthes are Musket-bore and doe so scatter that though I passe the Pikes yet I cannot scape them yet I shall thinke my selfe out of Gunne-shot when your Lordship hath given mee a dispensation for not giving a due honour to the most promising Lady if I flatter I flatter my self that ever mine eyes beheld The Leviticall law gives a large restitution for a dammage God out of his mercy when hee thinkes fit a greater for what hee takes I will therefore make bold with my Reader and change my Epistle into a Prayer May the God of fruitfulnesse give your Honours a numerous and an obedient issue in supplement of her that 's gone now to him that you and yours after a length of happinesse heere may succeed exceed her in glory shall ever be the praier of him who is and professeth still to continue your Honours in all humble duty and observance at command GEORCE IAY. A FVNERALL SERMON I could wish that some better some other occasion rather than this had brought me hither Et Si mea cum vestris valuissent vota Ouid. Met. And if I I will beleeue the same of every one here had been master of mine owne desires some other example should have told me that I must dye and this body of mine must returne to dust But t is mine and I hope your daily prayer Thy will be done O Lord. My prayer was otherwise the same our Saviour used when the sorrowes of death encompassed his soule O my Father Mat. 26.39 if it be possible let this Cup passe from mee And as David did in 2. Sam. 12.16 I besought God that the Childe might live His words shall be the subject of my discourse may his resolution and cheerfulnesse in this or the like case be ever yours and mine example and precedent The words you shall finde in 2. Sam. chap. 12. vers 22 23. While the childe was yet alive I fasted and wept For I said who can tell whether God will have mercie on me that the childe may liue But now being dead wherefore should I now fast Can I bring him againe any more I may goe to him but hee shall not returne to mee HEre is David and his Childe the one lying sicke upon his bed the other lying weeping upon the ground God smites the childe with sicknesse for the Fathers fault David punisheth himselfe with fasting and weeping for the misery of the childe Who can tell whether God will have mercie on mee that the childe may live The praiers of the Faithfull are never without fruit though sometimes they bring it not forth in the same kind that we desire God knowes what is better for us than we our selves The childe was not for Davids keeping and therefore the Lord will have him to himselfe Death is sent and fetches him away what saies David to this now Sure he that was so passionate when the childe was but sicke will now grow outragious when hee heares of his death This is indeed the temper of worldly minds but Davids heart was cast in another mould He that shewed so much devotion and humility whilest the matter was in suspense and before he knew what God meant to doe now he knowes his pleasure can as easily submit his obedience to Gods will with comfort But now that God will so have it and that he is dead Why should I fast any longer I will not fight against Gods pleasure and vexe my selfe to no purpose He cannot returne to me I will rather make use of it for mine owne instruction and take it up for a meditatiof mine owne mortality I must goe to him Thus the words may runne in Paraphrase And if you will have them in parts you shall have these foure First the sicknesse of Davids childe in these words Propter infantem jejun Vatab While the childe yet lived that is whilst the childe was weak sicke and infirme Secondly the remedy he fled to for his recovery fasting and weeping Whilst the childe yet lived I fasted and wept Thirdly his resolution after the childe was dead But now being dead wherefore should I now fast can I bring him again Fourthly a meditation on his owne mortality He cannot come to mee but I shall goe to him First of the sicknesse of Davids childe 'T is a certaine truth which Seneca doth urge out of the Poet De brevit vitae Exigua pars est vitae quam nos vivimus It is a very small part of our life which we live free from sicknesse And as the same Seneca saies Omne spatium non vita sed tempus All the space of our daies is not life but time so with a little alteration may I say with as much truth Omne spatium non vita sed tristitia All our time is not life but sorrow What Tullie said of old age may be as well spoken of the whole life of man Senectus est ipsa morbus Cic●de senect Vitaipsa morbus est Life it selfe without the addition of any other paine is a disease That which the Prophet Esay saies of our Saviour the Head that he was Vir dolorum a man of sorrow we may derive in a qualified sense upon all his Members they are Viri tristitiae men of sorrowes compastabout with infirmities Esai 1.6 The whole head is sicke the whole heart is faint from the sole of the foot even to the crowne of the head there is no soundnesse but wounds and

in some grounds they prosper so well that the weede overgrowes the corne and the dayes of sickenesse are more than the dayes of health and the end of them is death Gods sentence cannot bee recall'd a lease for our lives wee may have for a certaine time but not an absolute pardon The difference of the elements within us cannot be compos'd a truce they make with each other not a peace And sinne will not loose the possession of our soules we may curb her power but not take it away wee may sinne lesse but not not at all for the best man sinnes seven times a day Rom. 6.23 and the wages of sinne is death how soone wee shall receive them wee are uncertaine We know not how suddeuly wee are to travell into another countrey let us therefore bee ever readily furnisht for our journey let neither youth delight nor honour so rake up our thoughts that wee forget the maine businesse of our life to dye well We cannot pleade minoritie if we are now unprepar'd wee were of full age long since to sue out the liverie of death and if we live untill we are decrepit our soule is like our bodies if we thinke not every minute may bee our last The Poet will give no man above a day Horace Iob 7.6 Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremū Iob little or no time at all Mans dayes are swifter than a weavers shuttle Iob 14.2 He commeth forth like a flower and is cut downe hee flyeth also like a shadow and continueth not Let us then so live in these houses of clay as if we were tenants at will and might bee thrust out of possession every moment not as if we could not bee remooved untill the expiration of ninety nine yeares or had a lease of three lives in them The edifice of our mortall selves is not erected upon a rocke a foundation of stone but on sand so as when the sea and tide beate and the winde rageth it is in danger continually of an utter overthrow Horace Quid brevi fortes jaculamur aevo Multa Why then in this uncertainty doe wee make a preparation as if wee should live unto the third fourth generation He is wise that can dislodge at an instant and when death knockes at his doore can unaffrightedly let her in and hath then so dispacht all his affaires that hee hath nothing to say but come Lord Iesus come quickly nothing to do but to deliver backe his soule to his Creator Whereas miserable is his condition who is marrying a wife or giving in marriage or banquetting when the inundation of an unresistable floud is ready to over whelme his unfinisht arke of himselfe History tells me of a miserable complaint one made against Death and Destiny that they should cut him off in the midst of his work when 't was halfe finisht worse is their case who are taken away in the midst of their sins nay if it be in the midst of their repentance Si maneant opera imperfecta Virg. minaeque Murorum ingentes If the tabernacle of their hearts be not thorowly finisht and season'd with repentant teares if they are not perfectly and wholely reconciled unto their God May no agency keepe us from negotiating for our soules health against the day of death that with more truth than presumption we may say with David we shall goe to her to that Heaven where shee is to those Saints and blessed soules that are her companions to the Spirit of truth the Sonne of mercy the God of glory who crown'd her with immortality and infinity of happinesse to raigne with them for evermore Thus have you heard of the sickness of Davids Childe Application his behaviour before the death of him his resolution after it and his meditation upon it Of which I must say Rom. 4.23 as the Apostle doth of Abrahams Iustification Now it is not written for him only but for us As Davids Childe was sicke so was this yongue Lady sicke of a long and lingering sicknesse but patient and quiet in her sicknesse as if shee had not been borne to dye but suffer and even at her last gaspe she carryed such cheerfulnesse in her countenance as if she had been sensible of the neerenesse of her glory Death did not appale her but the fresh vermillion of her cheekes had shee been of riper yeares might have seem'd to witnesse a joy for leaving the world so soone She was of no robustious constitution but of a fabrick and making so delicate that as in your neatest watches the Artificer breaks a wheel or two before he can work one out so nature was so curious in the workmanship of this Lady that shee was apt upon the least occasion to bee out of frame She liv'd to spend her flesh as if she had thought it too good for the worms When there was nothing almost left but bones and skin about her shee desir'd to bee in her nurses armes as if she had knowne that neerer heaven than her bed and then to be in the cradle seeming to intimate it best resembled her grave where presently into the hands of her Saviour she deliver'd a spotlesse soule that she was dead they found but when they knew not Her breath unobserved stole away like Noah's Dove out of the Arke it went forth and came in it went forth and never returned againe Now as Davids Childe was dead Optima prim fere manibus rapiuntur avaris Implentur numeris deterior suis Ovid. Hor. so is this sweet Lady and like the minute she died in never to be recal'd againe so have I seene the sweetest flowers cropt in the bud Impube corpus quale possit impia Mollire Thracum pectora Such was her delicacy that the losse of her would even force a teare from a Barbarians eie God thought this jewell of too great a price for mans use he shew'd it to testifie his richnes and presently tooke it againe for our unworthinesse She was the finest thread that ever was spun to make up fraile nature which time and age would but have sullied and made worse I never saw flesh and bloud of a purer complexion Her soule was not blotted nor scribled with blacke and fowle thoughts her hands were not polluted with any action of evill shee was never out yet but like a good Musitian tuning her pipes and organs against shee came to bear her part her tongue she had put almost three yeares to schoole to learne to speake and if I looke into her conditions I can see through lesse then three yeares a most ingenuous and sweete disposition towards so good as if she were too good to live to sin and so God tooke her she had but that one sinne we are made of Originall towards the expiation of which when shee came first into the world shee baptized her selfe with her owne teares and that little remnant of daies shee liu'd shee did perpetuall