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spirit_n	father_n	name_n	son_n	14,571	5	5.9519	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B09610	An elegie upon the death of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Shepard, late teacher of the church at Charlstown in New-England: / By a great admirer of his worth, and true mourner for his death.	Oakes, Urian, 1631-1681.	1677 (1677)	Wing O20; ESTC W35896	4,808	16

must we with our God and Glory part Lord Is thy Treaty with New-England come Thus to an end And is War in thy Heart That this Ambass●dour is called home So Earthly Gods Kings when they War intend Call home their Ministers and Treaties end 19 Oh for the Raptures Transports Inspirations Of Israel's Singers when his Jon'athan's Fall So tun'd his mourning Harp what Lamentations Then would I make for Shepards Funerall How truly can I say as well as He My Dearest Brother I 'am distress'd for thee 20 How Lovely Worthy Peerless in my view How Precious Pleasan● hast thou been to me How Learn●● Prud●nt Pious Grave and True And what a ●●●●ful Friend who like to thee Mine Eye's desire is vanish'd who can tell Where lives my dearest Shepard's Parallel 21 'T is strange to think but we may well believe That not a few of different Perswasions From this great Worthy do now truly grieve I' th Mourning croud and joyn their Lamentations Such Powers Magnetick had He to draw to Him The very Hearts and Souls of all that knew Him 22 Art Nature Grace in Him were all combin'd To shew the World a matchless Paragon In whom of Radiant Virtues no less shin'd Than a whole Constellation but hee 's gone Hee 's gone alas Down in the Dust must ly As much of this rare Person as could dy 23 If to have solid Judgement Pregnant Parts A piercing Wit and comprehensive Brain If to have gone the Round of all the Arts Immunity from Deaths Arrest would gain Shepard would have been Death-proof and secure From that All conquering Hand J'm very sure 24 If Holy Life and Deeds of Charity If Grace illustrious and Virtue tri'ed If modest Carriage rare Humility Could have brib'd Death good Shepard had not di'ed Oh! but inexorable Death attacks The best Men and promiscu'ous havock makes 25 Come tell me Criticks have you ever known Such Zeal so temper'd well with moderation Such Prudence and such Inno'cence met in one Such Parts so little Pride and Ostentation Let Momus carp and Envy do her worst And swell with Spleen and Rancour till she burst 26 To be descended well doth that commend Can Sons their Fathers Glory call their own Our Shepard justly might to this pretend His Blessed Father was of high Renown Both England speak him great admire his Name But his own pers onal worth 's a better claim 27 Great was the Father once a glorious Light Among us Famous to an high Degree Great was this Son indeed to do him right As Great and Good to say no more as He. A double portion of his Fathers Spirit Did this his Eldest Son through Grace inherit 28 His Look commanded Reverence and Awe Though Mild and Amiable not Austere Well Humour d was He as I ever saw And rul'd by Love and Wisdome more than Fear The Muses and the Graces too conspir'd To set forth this Rare Piece to be admir'd 29 He govern'd well the Tongue that busie thing Unruly Lawless and Pragmatical Gravely Reserv'd in Speech not lavishing Neither too sparing nor too liberal His Words were few well season'd wisely weigh'd And in his Tongue the Law of kindness sway'd 30 Learned he was beyond the common Size Befriended much by Nature in his Wit And Temper Sweet Sedate Ingenious Wise And which crown'd all he was Heav'ens Favourite On whom the God of all Grace did command And ●how'● down Blessings with a lib'eral hand 31 Wise He not wily was Grave not Morose Not stiffe but steady Seri'ous but not Sowre Concern'd for all as if he had no Foes Strange if he had and would not wast an Hour Thoughtful and Active for the common good And yet his own place wisely understood 32 Nothing could make him stray from Duty Death Was not so frightful to him as Omission Of Ministerial work he fear'd no breath Infecti'ous i' th' discharge of his Commission Rather than run from 's work he chose to dy Boldly to run on Death than duty fly 33 Cruel Disease that didst like High-way-men Assault the honest Trav'eller in his way And rob dear Shepard of his life Ah! then When he was on the Road where Duty lay Forbear bold Pen 't was God that took him thus To give him great Reward and punish us 34 Zealous in God's cause but meek in his own Modest of Nature bold as any Lion Where Consc ience was concern'd and there were none More constant Mourners for afflicted Sion So gene'ral was his care for th Chu●ches all His Spirit seemed Apostolical 35 Large was his Heart to spend without regret Rejoycing to do good not like those Moles That root i' th' Earth or roam abroad to get All for themselves those sorry narrow Souls But He like th' Sun i' th' Center as some say Diffus'd his Rayes of Goodness every way 36 He breath'd Love and pursu'd Peace in his day As if his Soul were made of Harmony Scarce ever more of Goodness crouded lay In such a piece of frail Mortality Sure Father Wilsons genuine Son was he New-England's Paul had such a Timothy 37 No Slave to th'Worlds grand Idols but he flew At Fairer Quarries without stooping down To Sublunary prey his great Soul knew Ambition none but of the Heave'nly Crown Now he hath won it and shall wear 't with Honour Adoring Grace and God in Christ the Donour 38 A Friend to Truth a constant Foe to Errour Pow'erful i' th' Pulpit and sweet in converse To weak ones gentle to th'Profane a Terrour Who can his vertues and good works rehearse The Scripture Bishops-Character read o're Say this was Shepards what need I say more 39 I say no more let them that can declare His rich and rare endowments paint this Sun With all its ●azling Rayes But I despair Hopeless by any hand to see it done They that can Shepards goodness well display Must be as good as he But who are they 40 See where our Sister Charlstown sits and Means Poor Widowed Chaarlstown all in Dust in Tears Mark how she wrings her hands hear how she gro●●● See how she weeps what sorrow like to hers Charlstown that might for joy compare of late With all about her now looks desolate 41 As you have seen some Pale Wan Ghastly look When grisly Death that will not be said nay Hath seiz'd all for it self Possession took And turn'd the Soul out of its house of Clay So Visag'd is poor Charlstown at this day Shepard her very Soul is torn away 42 Cambridge groans under this so heavy cross And Sympathizes with her Sister dear Re●ews her Griefs af●esh for her old loss Of her own Shepard sad drops many a Tear Cambridge and Charlstown now joint Mourners are And this tremendous loss between them share