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To the Right Honourable my Lord Marquess of Queensberry, Lord High Thesaurer of Scotland. Obsequies to the memorie, of that reverend, learned, and devoute prelate, Alexander, late Lord Bishop of Rosse. / Mr. Ninian Paterson.
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1683
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To the Right Honourable my Lord Marquess of Queensberry Lord High Thesaurer of Scotland OAths of alledgeance and supremacie Show that our Church and State in one aggree Then who dare blame me if I Dedicate The Churches Pearle to a Peer of State May Heavens protect the Noble Dowglas blood Then which no race was ever all so good OBSEQUIES To the Memorie of that Reverend Learned and Devoute Prelate ALEXANDER Late LORD BISHOP of ROSSE MANS Life 's a flying vapour which doth rise Like a small spot twixt two eternities An empty shadow of a lying dream Where we delusions for delights esteem Which in our best and prosperous state doth show Like drops of frailty plung'd in Seas of wo. Behold this Reverend Prelate who to save His Life did only travel for a grave Not disregarded tho abroad and from Both Family and Friends God Takes Him Home One to this Earth of purpose sent by fate This age might have a Saint to imitate And that deservedly he is a theam Will naked Truth make masqued flattery seem For in the Firmament of fame he 'l shine To all posterity a grand Divine A Prelate wise devout in words and dâ—eds An Ornament to all the Mitred heads The draught and mirrour of a spotles life The Preachers wonder and the hearers strife Crowned with wisdoms rayes he bore a mind From Earth and ignorance alike refin'd Depths of all Mysteries he throughly knew While Trees for Men and Men for Trees we view No interest in this Worlds affairs requir'd From Pomp and gain he cheerfully retir'd His house a Bethlehem was an house of bread The poor and needy to supply and feed That gospel-Gospel-spirit of true charity His Hand and Heart made alwayes openly To all his neighbour wants To all a Friend Delighting to do good and to be kind All that afflicted were he cur'd their care With prudent Counsels and with holy prayer Our Pressours to releive our wants supply These were his riches this his Luxury His Almes to all no ostentation staines But Godly poor-men were his Benjamins Narcissus to the thing for which he pine'd Was not more like then he in heart and mind Was to the harmles Dove almost in all But chiefly herein that he wanted Gall. He was another Moses in whose breast Passion if entred never found a rest His calm and Heavenly Soul it could not be Ruffl'd not ranckl'd with an injury Nor scorn nor spite of his worst foes could move Him to restrain his Service or his Love Whose Tongues with Gall and Hearts with envy sweld He with Compassion or neglect beheld For he who doth to immortal glory post Is not with vain and empty trifles crost He was no Temporizer who did run Or ever dance to present Fortuns tune No low-pitcht Soul yet unaspiring he Attain'd to grandeur by humility So tender to his Cleargy it did seem Each Church man was a second self to him In trust and Counsell to his Friend so close If they were Nisus he Eurialus His whole deportment Gentle sober sweet For in his breast did Zeal with meekness meet High wrongs high place in which he was employ'd He meekly suffered modestly injoy'd Chast as the blushes of a Virgin rose Kind to his Friends and courteous to his foes For as a Princely Priest he wisely knew How to protect and generously rescue With a milde Majesty his Friends repute From those who did their Honour persecute As a magnanimous and wise Commander He keept the mean twixt flattery and slander At home abroad unto a scruple try'd By every dispensation ratified So that the purging Fire and fanning Wind Left but pure Grain and Quintessence behind Preaching and prayer hence from grosser oar He did refine to Spirit and to power We saw in his discourses and exemple Vnim and Thummim in the second Temple Yet with no borrowed winges did take his flight Nor Glow worm like shin'd with a jugling light What ever from his Lipps or life there came To us did sparkle from the Heavenly flamm ' Infus'd more then acquir'd and did inspire And then inflammed every meaner fire Of his inferiour charge like Golden-hair The beams the Sun darts through the lightsome air His light and heat at once in them appear'd Altho but in poor Camels hair attir'd But his more radiant and more active spirit Doth now a clear and ample orbe inherit Where it hath lost it self being rapt above In an eternall Maze of Joy and Love Where shads are gone and all the Ideas ripe Have now resolv'd themselves into the type Blest is thy hap our hope thour' t at thy rest Whilst we with Gog and Magog must contest May Heavens bequeath to some if not to all That on our Spirits thy rich Mantle fall And to all aftertimes thy motto be YOUNG did both teach and live Divinitie This box of Spiknard while on thee we cast Non but a Judas will surmise it wast Tho to thy memorie much more we owe Yet praise and tears is all we dare bestowe 2 Kings 2 12. My Father my Father the Chariot of Israel and the Horsmen thereof Occidit ante diem spes nostras morte fefellit HIS EPITAPH TO name all gifts and graces were too long This all contains Here lyeth Bishop YOUNG Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori Horat. Mr. NINIAN PATERSON Sold by Walter Pope in Roxburghs Closse over against St. Giles Steeple Anno 1683. * An old Anagram of the name of Dowglas Al so gwd No name no race no pedegree no blood In Albions Isle were ever all so good