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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18724	Churchyards good will Sad and heauy verses, in the nature of an epitaph, for the losse of the Archbishop of Canterbury, lately deceased, Primate and Metropolitane of all England. Written by Thomas Churchyard, Esquire.	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1604 (1604)	STC 5222; ESTC S104962	1,317	16

Churchyards good will Sad and heauy Verses in the nature of an Epitaph for the losse of the Archbishop of Canterbury lately deceased Primate and Metropolitane of all England Written by Thomas Churchyard Esquire Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford dwelling in Hosier lane neere Smithfield 1604. To the Honourable and right Reuerend Father in God D. Bancraft Bishop of London MY good Lord as Gods grace and high calling made you great and in speciall fauour with the Rulers of this Land and in that while called your Lordship to be well liked of the late Archbishop of Canterbury for some your good vertues so I in boldnesse of those good parts dedicate to your Lordship the life and death in verse of the matchlesse Archbishop of Canterbury lately deceased Your Lordships at commaundement Thomas Churchyard Churchyards good will THe Staffe of stay from feeble folke is gon The Lanterne-light of England is burnt out The Spectacle for world to looke vpon The tickle wheele of Fortune turn'd about O mortall chaunce that giues vs all a check O flattring life Fye on thy froward fate A firmy Card is robbed from the deck A Prelate great is taken from our State A chiefe Shepheard flyes now from flock fold To leaue warm lodge and lye in Coffin cold A wofull change hard dest'ny doth afford To set some hye in honour and great place And in three dayes to tumble vnder boord Like lumpe of lead to lose life goods and Grace This tells a tale to twenty thousand men They must prepare to goe when God doth call To droop and die the Lord knowes how when The Tree cries crack down the boughs do fall Of all our date the day and howre is set Before mans birth when we shall pay our det When vertuous Mind with wisdom wan the gole And chast desires might claime a crown of prayse And Grace did guide both body mind soule To tryumph on bad world with blessed dayes A cruell course of sodayne sicknesse cam A Palzy cold a wooluish dead disease Stept to the Fold and tooke away the Lambe Whose hasty death did all good men displease Saue that world knows God still takes but his own To shew his power and make his glory known Whitegift his name great gifts of God he had Won worthy fame as white black now shoes His presence made full many people glad Alwayes got friends and still reclaymed foes Held liberall house and kept a Lordly trayne Fed rich and poore with all God sent and gaue Hoorded not vp nor lou'd no greedy gayne Knew that all we shall carry nought to graue But shrowding sheet good name true renown That winnes from hence an euerlasting Crown Milde soft and sweet like Conduit water cleere Spake that was meet as his hye calling would Slo to sharp words but quick good things to heere Of kind speech free held silence deare as gold Lou'd learned lore and could thereof dispute Grauely and sound and did subdue some Sect His knowledge deep broght forth sweet perfit fruit That sprowted from the Tree of Gods elect Who suffreth not no sprig nor branch to bud But such as beares faire fruit and blossomes good Croydon can shew his works life laud and all Croydon hath lost the Saint of that sweet shrine Lambeth may cry and Canterbury may call Long for the like with wofull weeping eyne But few I feare his like are left aliue The more our griefe a great King so did say Death stole like theefe the hony from the hiue Our great Primate in patience went away Left stately Court and Countrey at the best Because he hop't to sleepe in Abrahams brest FINIS An Hospitall built there a Free Schoole