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A87379	Moses his death: opened and applyed, in a sermon at Christ-Church in London, Decemb. 23. MDCLVI. at the funeral of Mr. Edward Bright, M.A. Fellow of Emmanuel Colledge in Cambridge, and minister of the Gospel there. / By Samuel Jacombe M.A. Fellow of Queens Colledge in Cambridge, and pastor of Mary Woolnoth, Lumbardstreet, London. With some elegies.	Jacombe, Samuel, d. 1659.	1657 (1657)	Wing J109; Thomason E904_4; ESTC R202649	55,430	77

When Peter hath the draught of fishes hee cryes out Lord I am a sinful man Luke 5.8 It is excellent when Gods affliction makes us not to forget his goodness and when Gods mercy makes us not to forget our sinfulnes Loss than the least of all Saints is the Motto of the greatest A●●stle I never perceived our good man apt to prefer himself above others hee would heartily bless God for breaking that pride of his spirit which hee would say was too wilful and excessively impetuous before hee had a serious sense of true piety Omni acto triumpho depositus triumphus clarior adeo spreta in tempore gloria interdum redit cumulatior Livi. lib 2. when hee read over to mee as hee did often the history of his life hee was willing to stay there where hee might speak something to shame himself but true beauty will bee seen through such Cypress hee got respect by it Like Fabius in the Historian who got more honour by refusing the triumph than others did by having it Follow thy Saviour O my sould and tread in the foot-steps of all thy friends who are truly humble humility is the souls ornament Quantum bonum est ubi sunt praeparata pectora in quae tuto see otum omne descen●dat quo●um conscien●●am minus quam tuam timea● quorum sermo solitudinem leniat sententia concilium expediat hilaritas tristitiarn dissipet conspectus ipse delectet 〈◊〉 Seneca de tran●quillit cap. 7. the basis of all Religion the vessel of graces the foundation of friendship betwixt God and man the channel of all divine communications the proper imitation of Christ the transcendent excellency of the Gospel the only way to true rest and peace Matth. 11.29 9. The faithfulnesse of his friendship and this whosoever forgets I must not who had happy experience of it how rare a thing is it to finde prepared souls where secret thoughts are safely laid up and a man is more afraid of himself than hee is of him with whom hee doth converse and is more suspicious of self-flattery and falseness to his own interest than he is of either from his friend the present temper of this age makes mee think most men take that advice which if I mistake not the Oratour saith Bias gave it a amare oportet ut aliquando osurus you must love no man otherwise to day than as you may hate him to morrow But Scipie said Vide Ciceronis Laelium never was there a speech more pestileutial to the vitals of this noble thing friendship than this is But the former vertues wee have observed in this good man made him capable of being a faithful sincere friend Aristot in● Ethic. the Philosopher saith 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 a friend is another self and therefore a wicked man can never bee a true friend hee is not 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not himself but one passion or other is alwaies in rebellion and they make him to have so many interests that hee cannot bee faithful to the dictates of reason which is the foundation of friendship but hee that steadily aims at this one thing which wee call piety and true goodness hee converseth with himself and so may others too and not finde him Proteus like changing shape in every place hee comes to but the humility the strictness and exactness of this holy person made him amiable made him love and bee beloved might I lawfully take the Poets expression of his friend Dimidium anims mea I must then say I am half buried since hee is or hee is but half dead since I am alive my passion speaks as St. Austins did Mirabar caeteros mortales vivere quia ille quem quasi non moriturum dil xeram mortuus erat me magis quia ille alter eram vivere illo mo●tuo mirabar Lib 42. confess cap. 6. when hee had lost his friend Nebridius I wondred any mortal man could live when hee was dead whom I loved as if hee had been immortal but I wondred more how I lived my self when our affection had made us as it were one person With thankfulness to God I this day remember this friends readiness to preach every other Lords day for mee in Cambridge when my own weakness made mee despair of being able to preach constantly and attend my other business Something I have now told you what Mr. Bright was but alas I have but drawn up the flood-gates which I should rather have let down Miserum est fuisse felicem but it is ordinary to see sad persons pleasing themselves with stories of their friends that they have lost and though every word almost is interrupted with a sigh and every sentence hath tears to make it emphatical yet no other discourse delights nor is any thing else grateful but what leads to raise this passion higher so me thinks I could begin again and tell the story of his life larger and when I have finished it wonder how I did to make an end so soon I have said the less because hee charged mee to say but little of him and only referre him to God But this I have said because I desire that the Parish to which hee was related that this City which yet knew not his worth might know whom they have lost and might bee sensible of it It is sad to lose a good Christian but more to lose a good Minister Ad Pammachium It was a notable speech of Metania mentioned by Hierome who when shee saw her Husband dead presently before hee was cold had two children died also shee only said Expeditius sum tibi servitura Domine quiatanto me onere liberasti I hope Lord I shall serve thee better having now nothing to attend but God S●ent immobilis nec gutta fluxit what her relations were I cannot tell but I am sure Ministers should bee helpes in our service of God not hinderances that is it which makes the loss multiply when death summons them out of this world and this is it which is grievous to mee at the present I am afraid you will not serve God so well without him Yet I would not have any who are most sensible of this loss bee discouraged I did not all this while make the wound gape that the patient should faint but that I might make the safer cure Was hee not Gods servant yes that is it which causeth our present sorrow for his absence but is hee the first servant that ever God took away out of the world You have seen in the particulars I mentioned how like hee was to Moses in his life see how like hee was in his death Moses had but begun that blessed work of bringing the people to a quiet injoyment of the promised land and hee dies in the wilderness so this Minister of the Gospel had but begun to sow this seed of life Hee preached not above six or seven Lords daies Hee lay

sick fifteen weeks lived not to see it comming up but a sore feaver arrests him and a pineing ague with other sad distempers cut the thread of life and makes us call for a burying place where wee may bury our dead formerly the delight of our eyes out of our sight let us see whether our sins made not this breach and let us remember to mourn for them Quod gravissimum fecit natura commune fecit ut crudelitatem facti consolaretur aequalitas Seneca consol ad Polyb. Let us sin no more lest a worse thing come lest God send sorer and heavier judgements upon the Parish and City too Yet let Moses his death satisfie you in Mr. Brights let Mr. Brights in your own God hath used to do thus in the world and if the tide stay not for the best Merchant every petty chapman must not chafe because it runs too fast from him If the Sun set to Kings and Princes while they travel it will to beggers God will not comply with all our humours Id Princeps potest quod salva majestate porest nor must his wise understanding submit to our passionate fancies where a Moses is taken away it becomes them from whom hee is taken to bee modest not to murmure against Gods pleasure but to pray hard and use all the means they can to get a Joshua and when they have him to bee thankful I have done only I beseech you that are Parishioners here that you would remember to use all the means you can if it bee possible to get another Bright amongst you Empericks were alwaies confident but there were that heard Paul I know and Jesus I know but who are yee hee said wisely who said th● Cart was empty when the Horses ran so fast get a Minister that will bee faithful to your souls that you are assured aimes at your everlasting wel-fare and when you have him hear divine truth from him with attention practise it with conscience refresh him by the fruits of your piety by the exercise of the power of godliness no comfort to the tender nurse like the thriving of the childe FINIS To the Dear Memory of my Friend Mr. Ed. Bright IF a large heart open and unconfin'd Free as the Air it lately breath'd a minde Worthy of God and brave friends that durst be Good in this age and scorn hypocrisie If to speak so i' th Pulpit that from thence Atheists might learn to think Religion sense The vertuous so inspir'd as still to bee Made more in love with vertue and with Thee Rare Preacher where the times are so perplext To see the Sermon oft confute the Text. If good men's wishes Physick's noble cares If Heav'n importun'd with early pray'rs If flourishing years which now so far had run To bee a just Meridian for their Sun If all these might have kept thee that dark Fate That too soon clos'd thine eyes had then come late Late as the slow-pac'd motion of that year Late to the most long-liv'd that wisht thee here Late as thine own requests that ask'd a truce Not for thy self but for thy Master's use Late as the time when best friend's might desire To see thee full of day's and God expire Thou now had'st liv'd and preach'd and our tears bin Not for the Preacher shed but for our sin Awaken'd at his Sermon 's Then O why So soon should what deserv'd whole ages dye Must great mind's like New Stars but look about Bee wondred at a little and go out Yet we 're secure that their eternal light Removes not from its being but our sight To spend it's glory 's in some better place Where no dark exhalation hides it's face But let 's weep leisurely and think for what Retail our sigh's Item to this and that Vertue a tear deliberately view Him in his Pulpit when quick lightning flew About men's ears and their steel'd souls did melt Within'um or agen as when hee dealt A thunder through the Church all in a fright Thunder would make Caligula look white Or when but tear's distract these objects so As numerous refractions use to do That they dam up themselves and hinder more Being thus at once both their own sea and shore And so 't is fit let trifling subjects throw Our griefs into soft Number 's make them flow Uninterrupted in one even stream A motion as unworthy as the Theam For Thee our sorrows tumult shall confess It is more full and high by seeming less Ascend brave spirit in thy robe of light Thy Flame is more illustrious through this Night Of grief beheld by us who can no more But weep and what thou now enjoy'st adore And for you Sir whose pious labour must Hallow the Urn that receives this dust Whilst his fair Name moves in your paper-bark On flood 's of tears like Noah in his A●k Of 't may wee meet and for that Name so dear Whilst living on it's Ashes drop a tear Will. Croone Fell. of Em. Coll. ELEGIES On the much lamented death of Mr. EDVVARD BRIGHT his sincerely honoured Friend DEar Soul too dear for earth are thy bones lay'd With common dust and numbred with the dead Thou dead who hast so often with thy breath Blasted life's fatal Foes Sin Hell and Death Thou who didst erst mens hearts with flagrant words As lightnings through the scabbards melts the swords And by thy skill in Chymistry Divine Turnd'st courser mettals into current coin For Heavens Kingdome such as neither rust Nor earth corrupts What! Art thou turn'd to dust Is the salt melted and the moysture dry'd The Conqueror vanquish't and the Chymist try'd In his own furnace and to ashes turn'd Hath Divine heat the Microcosme burn'd Yet thus wee see sharp swords soon cut the sheath The purest flame aspires and vanisheth The finest China mettal's broken soon The Nightingal's sweet pipe 's soon out of tune Houses of best prepar'd and purest clay Oft totter fall and moulder in a day Nor may wee wonder when let loose to fight The Elements begun to try their right And for dominion strove the little world Being with wars into confusion hurl'd That then thy peaceful soul stirr'd up its might To quit the Kingdome which disclaim'd her right And just incensed rage awak'd thy minde To make a way out where it could not finde As a bold Lion when hee meets his foes Lashes his sides and roars then stoutly goes Through hot'st encounters streight unto his den That there hee may repose in peace agen So like Petars thy soul made gates to flye That op't the passage to felicity And at such gates who would not venture in When though hee lose his life hee 's sure to win But you Physitians who are wont to boast Y' are Natures helps why quel'd you not the host Of Rebels here and caus'd the civil war Of inmate enemies to cease what are Your Potions Clysters and your letting blood Only to save the bad and kill the good Or to the grave