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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01665	Bishops-gate lamentation for the loss of their late rector Mr. Robert Clark; who died on Munday the 19 of August 1678, and was buried (together with his dear consort, who died soon after) on the 22 of the same month.		1678 (1678)	Wing B3025; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[32]; ESTC R34361	2,254	1

Bishops-gate Lamentation For the loss of their late RECTOR Mr. ROBERT CLARK Who died on Munday the 19 of August 1678 and was buried together with his dear Consort who died soon after on the 22 of the same Month. O Heaven's how could I grieve did I not know Good and wise Providence rules all below Dear Lord how can I think that he is gone Being scarce yet known he did so lately come But too too true it is O cruel Death Nor Grace nor Wit nor Vertue could keep 's breath But in afflicting Heats he 's flown above Nor could the fiercest fire burn up his Love That conquering Death with him to Heav'n is gone There 's none that knew him can do less than mourn Self-love enforceth us 't is our great loss Though his great gain Lord sanctifie this cross Which to describe I would but have not skill Pardon my weakness and accept my will We 've lost we 've lost shall I say Man nay more A Guide a Pastor one that mighty store Of heav'nly Counsels flow'd from as a Spring Pure and perspicuous Never any thing Utter'd by him was either dull or dark Oh blessed Priest and Prophet heav'nly CLARK Were I Enthusiast I should profess By Inspiration he did all express His Head his Heart with 's Tongue such musick made That Saul was ne'r more pleas'd when David play'd Than his prepared Hearers who will say Profit with pleasure sprung as clear as day He on the Prophets horse first rushing came Proving sins cursed Custom would us bane That men by Practice bad to Habits come Like to that brute fear not Gods sword or gun Then from that answer to Can dry bones live Most heav'nly Rules and Cautions did he give Gods power and providence we ought trust to Since all he does is good and all can do From David's saying with perfect heart he 'd walk Sweet soul what holy measures did he chalk To which his hearers gave great approbation And which if practis'd would bring reformation The sinful Times we should not need to blame If family-reforming were our aim How did he baffle Sin with all its shifts From that example of the Rechabites The arbitrary Will of their dead sire Without a Sanction they so much admire That starve with cold and choak with thirst they will Rather than build or drink though bowls be full Of tempting wine The Priest from God may sue The living Lord but thus expects from you If ever Limner to the life did draw A Feast such FAST I 'm sure you never saw As he set forth upon the late occasion How did he press for paint forth Reformation High low old young rational animal Acting Repentance to the beast at Stall If London like to Nineveh would do He 'd warrant it be safe and flourish too Thus did he teach both how to pray and live And practis'd all he said that it might thrive On Week-days Prayers and Catechise expounded Profaness and Hypocrisie confounded Not glutting on the Sunday but did seek To make us keep a Sabbath all the week All which he did with so much zeal and love As truely acted by that holy Dove like Spirit of Christ to whom he now is gone And whom whilst here his eyes were fixed on As his great pattern Jesus his dear Lord He imitated in thought deed and word All Christian Graces in him Habits were For Moral Vertues few could him come neer His common Conversation was most sweet No Morose gravity on 's Brow did fit A dear Companion and obliging Friend All found that tri'd him for he still did bend His Actions and Discourses like the Sun For universal good their course to run The doubtful counsel'd eas'd the troubled minde Confirm'd the faithful and to all was kinde The Churches adversaries made he friends That liv'd in 's former Cure For such goods ends He cast forth several Nets to take such men And whilst they thought to cross him he caught them That he to Souls the greater good might do He studied how to heal their Bodies too And did it very often safe and sure Not like our Quacks No Money though a Cure This is the Guide we 've lost this our dear CLARK Whilst he directed us hath hit the Mark And followed all that holy heavenly Train Of Saints Apostles Martyrs not in vain Prepar'd in Minde and Will for Martyrdom Though not in Fire did in a Fever burn With a resigned patience and submission He strove and pray'd and for 's home did petition And so full fraught with faith to Heav'n he 's gone Trusting in JESUS for salvation Farewel adieu sweet Rector alas we Bishops-gate sins have us depriv'd of thee Had we thy Doctrines put in exercise Death could not yet have closed up thine eyes We now applaud thee and lament our loss 'T is not for sin we grieve but for our cross Thy heav'nly Musicks's loss we now can finde But to dance after it we had no minde We lov'd our Schism our Passion and our Pride Our Drink our Profit Pleasure Lust beside Christ's Yoke though easie we could not endure Reason and Vertue with Religion pure Our Will dethron'd else all those calls and cries To Prayers Sacraments and Catechise Had been to more effect Most say we know T' excuse themselves Such do not always grow So good as should be But 't is far more sure Those that do not thus do cannot be pure Let 's pray that God would this our loss repair Though we know none many such void there are Guide thou our Guides we will Con and Re-form And our dear babes shall bless thee yet unborn We 'll praise thee for such Teachers and such store As scarce in any Age were seen before For Vertue Learning and true Piety Convert their Foes hear thou their prayers and cry For us and them and Jesus for us all That such another Judgement may not fall Upon us that we grope not in the dark For want of such a Lamp as was our CLARK Amen With Allowance LONDON Printed for L. C. 1678. He was but a white among them He died of a Fever Jer. 8.6 Ezek. 37 3. Psal 101.3 Jer. 35.14 Jonah 3.10 He was a Physician