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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A62908	An elegy on the Most Reverend Father in God, His Grace, John, late Lord Archbishop of Canterbury by N. Tate ...	Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.	1695 (1695)	Wing T186; ESTC R188	3,951	15

AN ELEGY ON THE Most Reverend Father in God HIS GRACE JOHN LATE Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY By N. TATE Servant to His Majesty LONDON Printed for B. Aylmer at the Three Pigeons against the Royal-Exchange in Cornhill and W. Rogers at the Sun against St. Dunstan's Church in Fleet-street MDCXCV TO THE READER T WAS Reverence for so Extraordinary a Subject not Want of Inclination that so long withheld me from making This Attempt And I could willingly have supprest it in the Consternation that has since befall'n us But 't is now Publish'd in Submission to some Persons whose Respect for the Great Deceas'd inclin'd them to think too favourably of the Performance However if the Picture I have drawn of so great a Man be dislik'd it may oblige some more Skilful Hand to do Right to His Memory for whose Character the World has so just a Veneration N. T. Licensed JANUARY 1. 1694 5. AN ELEGY On His GRACE JOHN Late Lord Archbishop of CANTERBURY COmplaints like Ours in Ramah's Vale were heard When Samuel's Awful Reliques were interr'd Like Him by Heav'n approv'd and Earth admir'd Our Age's greatest Prophet is Expir'd Just Honours to his Sepulchre we 'll pay But some kind Seraph must instruct the way A Garland for his Marble we 'll compose Of Syrian Lillies and the Sharon Rose Arabia's Spice in one rich Pile should flame And Gilead's Balm less precious than his Name But when the Treasures of the East are spent In pious Off'rings at his Monument All Rites perform'd that to his Urn belong To whom shall Fame entrust the Fun'ral Song The Graces Speechless to his Shrine repair Ev'n Art and Wit stand silent Mourners There Yet bolder Zeal will Bands of Duty break And Gratitude be priviledg'd to speak True Passion too can Inspiration bring 'T was Grief first taught the Nightingal to sing From His as from Elijah's powerful Tomb Ev'n my dead Muse shall vital Warmth resume Heark from on high I hear a Seraph say Hence ye unhallow'd for my Charge make way The Crowd retire a Matron streight appears Stars on her Head her Face bedew'd with Tears How charming are her Looks Tho doubly now opprest with Grief and Years Divine Eusebia tho in Sables drest Is still by her Angelick Mien confest Charm'd with her Voice the listning Winds repair While Thus her balmy Sighs perfume the Air. Pity me Heaven for your All-searching Eye Can only to my Grief 's deep Centre pry Behold me once of Mothers the most blest Of Mourning Mothers now the most distrest Compell'd my Temple's Glory to resign My SUN extinguish'd who with Rays divine Blaz'd out and taught my Younger Stars to Shine My Pow'rful Pan my Ruling Pastor's dead Whose Pious Care my Flocks and Shepherds fed When mighty Realms enslav'd to Error lay And Empires stoop'd to Mystick Babel's sway Then could I boast such was my Patriarch's Care To shew th' Apostate World an Apostolick Chair To Envy I appeal for we may trust Envy her self with such Religious Dust If ever Guide with more Reluctance took Or menag'd with such Skill my Ruling Crook A Crook that once committed to His Hand Wrought Miracles and bloom'd like Aaron's Wand Endu'd with Power to work my Flocks Increase And charm Contending Shepherds into Peace Not wily Jacob's Mystick Arts of old Prevail'd with such Success on Laban's Fold As his unblemish'd open Life to gain The Separating Straglers of the Plain Matrons Abroad for Reformation fam'd From Superstitious Vanities reclaim'd My Temple 's Ancient Honour saw Renew'd And bless'd my Stars and for my Friendship su'd On Me these Blessings my kind Saint conferr'd Transporting Blessings but with him interr'd With faint Delight shall I my Vintage press Listless the Harvest of his Toils possess Bereav'd of Him who did my Comforts bless As Israel's Guide from Pisgah's Mount withdrew The Desart pass'd and promis'd Land in view To such rebated Joys my Tribes are led Canaan in Prospect but their Leader dead How short-liv'd was the Transport I possest For which with Tears I had so oft addrest For This did Saints and Angels long intreat And Caesar court him to my Past'ral Seat Approach my Sons with Me approach his Shrine In One Condoling Dirge your Voices join Your Albion-Rocks with these sad Accents rend We have a Father Lost Mankind a Friend Thus mourn'd the Matron and with Sighs opprest His Sacred Urn embracing Wept the Rest. With no less Passion Britain's State Complain'd No less the Loss that Britain's State sustain'd When threatning Danger did the Realm surprize Not Homer's Nestor could like Him Advise His Words as if Inspir'd Impression made Ulysse's Skill without his Craft display'd His Counsels ne'er were varnish'd o'er with Art With Policy He still did Truth impart Spoke Oracles but always spoke his Heart No passive Gorgon did his Reason charm To hang dead Weights on our Restorer's Arm His Measures He from sacred Sanctions drew To Heav'n and to his Countries Int'rest true Hence by respect to Him her Friends were known And she discover'd in His Foes her own When first in Learning's Orb His Lustre blaz'd The World look'd up transported and amaz'd Nor less surpriz'd bewail his Beams withdrawn Pensive and hopeless of another Dawn So pleas'd and wondring our great Parent view'd The first day's Sun and with charm'd Eyes pursu'd And when from Sight the setting Lamp withdrew So He out-wept the Night's distilling Dew In sable Shades Grief's Vigil kept untir'd With Looks still Westward fix'd where Day expir'd The Labyrinths of knowledge He descry'd With REASON like a Sibyl for his Guide And with Her Oracles divinely blest As happily her Dictates he exprest His pow'rfull Style an artfull Nature grac't Expressive words and all with Judgment plac't Hence they like chosen well-rank'd Troops prevail'd And through the Hearer's Ear his Soul assail'd His Eloquence was neither course nor vain From Arrogance and Stiffness did refrain Courtly Familiar and Majestick Plain Extensive Sense He into compass drew Said what was Just and always something New That did surprizingly our Souls delight As sov'raign Beauty conquers at first Sight He thus compleatly Arm'd for Truth 's Defence His pious Warfare early did commence Gigantick Atheism first His Vigour try'd A daring Foe that Heaven it self defy'd Ev'n Hell at first this Monster 's Brood disclaim'd Nor one fall'n Angel knew for Atheism damn'd But Earth more impious than the Realms of Night Sent Hell a Race of Fiends that did her Furies fright Ah stupid Crew who Reason wou'd employ Eternal Reason's Essence to destroy The Fable's now to impious practice grown These Sons of Earth wou'd Heav'ns true Jove dethrone Rome's Dragon next our Champion did engage The same that dar'd of old th' Arch-Angel's Rage And flush'd once more with Arbitrary Pow'r Waited Eusebia's Off-spring to devour But when his Torrent-Pride did highest swell Confronted by this second Michael fell And when at last he saw as 't was but just The Champion with his rescu'd Charge to

Trust Eusebia's Altars made His Guardian-care With Jaws expanded through the blasted Air Belch'd Curses the last Refuge of Despair These Monsters quell'd no Sphinx or Hydra rose But whom He did with like Success oppose Then as first Heroes doubly gain Applause By Conquests and prescribing righteous Laws Thus did our Pious Guide just Precepts give Both how to Think aright and how to Live The Cheats of Syren Vice expos'd to view And Vertue in her native Beauty drew Of her bright Paths a Prospect did display Where smiling Peace and harmless Pleasures lay Did straying Souls to her Enclosure bring With charming Accents such as Halcyons sing Or Evening Zephyrs when they woo the Spring Heav'n He describ'd as 't were His native Home And He an Envoy from those Regions come But Vertue 's Image and the Graces best In his bright Mind and Practice were exprest Divinely Humble in Preferment 's Height Nor then disdain'd on needy Worth to wait High Station only did his Beams extend But none in his Advancement lost a Friend By Judgment 's Compass ev'ry Course he Steer'd And watch'd the Signals e'er the Storm appear'd His Prudence o'er the Syrges did prevail With Ballast still proportion'd to his Sail. Precipitately ne'er assum'd a Trust To Promise Slow but in Performance Just. Of Temper calm and Sanatively cool As Jordan's Current or Bethesda's Pool By Grace Instructed and by Nature mild Nor relisht Life but when he Reconcil'd His Carriage Words and Works breath'd Gospel All His very Look was Evangelicall His Life and Aspect did just Patterns give What Figures Angels make and how they Live Th' Appearance of his Person brought a Charm That cou'd at Sight contentious Rage disarm So Boistrous Winds that furiously contend And Sea and Air in wild Disorder blend At Neptune's Presence o'er the Waves Display'd Sculk to their Caverns and the Storm is Layd To Souls opprest with Sickness or with Grief His Visits like an Angels brought Relief When wrong'd repeated Pardons did extend To Suffer Resolute tim'rous to Offend His wond'rous Charity no Limits knew But like Heav'ns Manna in the gathering Grew His Bounty ne'er by Limbeck-drops distill'd But in large Show'rs the thirsty Valleys fill'd In Giving some express such grutching Grief That Want it self repines at the Relief But he so Cheerfully did still impart That with his Alms he seem'd to give his Heart But Day my Muse will from our Sphere retreat E'er we his Vertues Garland can compleat Nor all thy fairer Sisters that frequent Pirene's Banks on that one Labour bent Tho' Fancy's Treasure shou'd be drein'd can raise The full proportion'd Tribute of his Praise Sons of Mortality Learn'd Pious Wise Who boast no less than Kindred with the Skies See where Entomb'd your great Example lies Well! since his Spirit its native Skies regains We 'll celebrate at least its dear Remains From Fate it self we 'll force the sad Relief The mournfull Comfort to indulge our Grief Permit ye Stars who now his Presence boast Earth's wretched Sons to tell what they have lost But he who justly will perform this Part Must Truth consult no study'd Rules of Art Invoke no Helicon but Jordan's Spring And for his Epicede an Anthem bring Much less can our unconsecrated Verse His deathless Apotheosis rehearse 'T is in a Sublunary Muse's Pow'r To furnish Trophies for a Conquerour Home to his Palace from the vanquish'd Plain Expanded Fancy may the Pomp maintain But oh when Vertue 's Triumph we would paint The Progress sing of some departing Saint When some Elijah must to Heav'n be caught From Heav'n the flaming Chariot must be brought In such a Flight our Pegasus will Fire To mount that Wain aloft there must conspire The Whirl-Winds rapid Wings and Steeds of Fire The Tishbite's fiercer Spirit when ravisht hence Whose Ministery in Terrors did commence With such tempestuous Rapture might dispence But Transport like our Prophet's Soul Serene Grac'd his pacifick Life's concluding Scene From Earth translated gently to the Skies As Angels that on Flames of Incense rise From high where gratefull Throngs about him press Of Souls by him directed up to Bliss His Spir't looks down and sees the Past'ral Chair Supply'd and made his mild Successor's Care For Heav'n their Minds Resemblance form'd Compleat Like the Twin-Cherubs of the Mercy-Seat Our Altars made so kind a Guardian 's Charge Does ev'n in Paradise his Joys enlarge Pleas'd that Eusebia does once more rejoyce Once more applaud her pious Monarch's Choice FINIS * The Church of England