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A65456 Elegies on the Queen and Archbishop by Samuel Wesley ... Wesley, Samuel, 1662-1735. 1695 (1695) Wing W1368; ESTC R5820 12,314 32

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angry Brothers did Heav'ns Bolts desire Justly did them the Prince of Peace reprove Taught 'em to conquer with a milder Fire To conquer with the kindlier Warmth of Love XXIX If this a Fault ev'n that Apostle err'd Whose great soul stoop'd and all to all was made Who Charity to Faith it self preferr'd And yet no Truth deny'd of none affraid XXX Thus this true Follower of his Saviours Life Who in his shining Paths exactly went Taught without Noise and differ'd without strife Soft were his Words but strong his Argument XXXI Not holy Cranmer easier cou'd forgive Or more of heav'n-born Charity express'd Firm to his Friend a surer ne'er did live Tho' most to Truth the greatest and the best XXXII Such great Armagh who perfect long before Amid the blest a Starry Mitre wears Such many a Confessor and Martyr more And such that Saint who now demands our Tears XXXIII What grateful Crowds did him in Glory wait Whom his calm Reas'nings thither show'd the Way How Blest his share in that unchanging State How bright he shines in those bright Realms of Day XXXIV What Clouds of Pray'rs did waft him to that Place Where Seraphs sing with heavn'ly Ardour fir'd Ay-gazing on the Beatific Face The first Preferment that he e'er desir'd XXXV In him the Orphan a new Father found While Widows scarcely their lost Lords lament A gentle Surgeon he for e'ery Wound Exiles with him enjoy'd their Banishment XXXVI None ever griev'd did from his Presence goe The Poor with such a Godlike Sweetness rais'd They scarce cou'd blame their Fate that made 'em so While Heav'n and him their just devotion prais'd XXXVII Favour'd by God and Man and full of Grace By all his Wrongs unbroken all his Cares Eternal Youth smil'd in his reverend Face Tho' pure as Virgin-Snow his Silver Hairs XXXVIII To Heav'n he pay'd or to the World he lent That Time which he so justly did divide On both so much and yet so well he spent That like the Loaves you 'd think it multiply'd XXXIX How clear his Soul how firm his gen'rous Breast How vast the Compass of his mighty mind How fairly all in his grave Looks express'd Not for himself but born for whole Mankind XL. Where'er Heav'n call'd and his great Genius went He still excell'd in Pulpit Church and State To all a bright a lasting pattern lent For most t' admire and some to imitate XLI A Statesman free from Int'rest or Design A Prelate watchful painful humble wise How did he then when in the Pulpit shine Commanding Mortals Ears and Angels Eyes XLII So Moses spake when he from Sinai came And Isr'el did high Heav'ns Credentials show So look'd his Temples crown'd with radiant Flame On all the dazzled Auditors below XLIII Tho' peaceful like his Lord this Saint appear'd No strugling Thunder rais'd or Mountains rent A still small Voice like whisp'ring Winds was heard Which pierc'd the secret Soul where'er it went XLIV 'T was Music Poetry and Rapture all The Sweets of his orac'lous inords to share As soft they fell as balmy Dew-drops fall As smooth as undisturb'd etherial Air. XLV In him how many various Graces meet Hooker's weigh'd Periods not perplex'd or long As Waller's Sense correct or Numbers sweet Cleaner his Thought than Wilkins and as strong XLVI One Word you cannot add or take away Compleat as Virgils his Majestic Sense To twenty Ages if the World shall stay The Standard he of English Eloquence XLVII To all he writes one Demonstration gives Which gently draws and yet compels assent Good Life which shows that he himself believes Good Life the most persuasive Argument XLVIII How cou'd the blackest Malice e'er oppose So fair a Fame a Goodness so divine Meekest on Earth cou'dst thou have any Foes But God and Cesar have and theirs were thine XLIX Scarce better that brave man his Love express'd Or dearer Marks of Loyalty did show The poison'd Knife aim'd at his Sovereigns breast Who stepp'd between to catch the fatal Blow L. A manly not a brute Submission paid Abhorr'd the Rebel as abhorr'd the Slave From Love not Fear his Sovereign he obey'd Who is not Loyal never can be brave LI. When false Licinius fled or did resign He had the Christians Oaths who fill'd his Place Still Loyal to the generous Constantine Tho' injur'd by the faithless Pagan-Race LII Shou'd some old lost Plantagenet arise And plead his lineal Title to the Throne who 'd not his antiquated Claim despise And still the brave the just Possessor own LIII So he who claims our Song and claims our Grief Who now the Prey of over-hasty Fate Of all the Mitred Worthies justly chief The firm Supporters of the Church and State LIV. Whole Clouds of fiery Darts by Malice cast And forg'd in Hell aim'd at the Sacred Head Most glanc'd on him some short some over-past Some dropt disarm'd and at his Feet lay dead LV. How calmly smil'd he at Hells fruitless Spite How sure and yet how easie his Defence Fearless he stood and dar'd infernal might Under his seven-fold Shield of Innocence LVI So generous Scaeva who for Cesar fought And stood with Groves of Deaths encompass'd round While Groves of Deaths on his broad Shield he brought Disarm'd the adverse Host without a Wound LVII Unmov'd by all th' ill-natur'd World cou'd do When curs'd he blest he pray'd as they revil'd So well his Saviours Life and Laws he knew Abus'd he turn'd the other Cheek and smil'd LVIII If any Blot in all his Life 's fair Field 'T was height of Goodness made his Iudgment stray Of his black Foes he like the Father held There might be room in Heav'n for such as they LIX But he was all-a-Saint and cou'd forgive Not so the Muse who does just Blots prepare Ah no! his Hands as while he here did live Still stop the gath'ring Thunder in the Air. LX. Since then we pity some tho some detest No farther Muse in this sad Scene proceed Here draw a modest Veil before the rest Ah gently touch the Wound which still does bleed LXI Calm as his Life end then our grateful Song Calm as his Soul when she to Glory went Be the worst Word to those who him did wrong His own last Wishes may they all repent LXII While those near warmer happier Regions born Weave costlier Garlands of immortal Verse The best poor Flow'rs our barren Hills adom Thus wash't in Tears we bring to crown his Herse FINIS Advertisement THE Life of our Blessed Lord and Saviour IESUS CHRIST An Heroic Poem Dedicated to Her late Most Sacred Majesty In Ten Books By SAMUEL WESLEY Author of this Poem Each Book illustrated by necessary Notes explaining all the more difficult Matters in the whole History also a Prefatory Discourse concerning Heroic Poetry With Sixty Copper Plates Printed for C. Harper and B. Motte 1695. Revelat. 4. 10. * 6. Revel 10 11. * 15. Revel 3 4 11. S. Iohn 35 38. His Sermons against Atheism His Sermons against the Socinians * 1 Pet. 1. 12.