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<OPENER><SALUTE>To the Right Honourable my Lord Marque&s;s of <HI>Queensberry,</HI> Lord High The&s;aurer of <HI>Scotland.</HI></SALUTE></OPENER>
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<L>OAths of alledgeance, and &s;upremacie</L>
<L>Show, that our Church, and State, in one aggree.</L>
<L>Then who dare blame me, if I Dedicate,</L>
<L>The Churches Pearle, to a Peer of State?</L>
<L>May Heavens protect the Noble <HI>Dowglas</HI> blood,</L>
<L>Then which no race was ever<NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">An old Anagram of the name of <HI>Dowglas. Al &s;o gwd.</HI> No name, no race, no pedegree, no blood, In Albions I&s;le, were ever <HI>all &s;o good.</HI></NOTE> <HI>all &s;o good.</HI></L>
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<HEAD>OBSEQUIES <HI>To the Memorie, of that Reverend, Learned, and Devoute Prelate, ALEXANDER, Late LORD BISHOP of ROSSE.</HI></HEAD>
<L>_MANS Life's a flying vapour, which doth ri&s;e</L>
<L>Like a &s;mall &s;pot, twixt two eternities:</L>
<L>An empty &s;hadow of a lying dream,</L>
<L>Where we delu&s;ions, for delights e&s;teem;</L>
<L>Which in our be&s;t, and pro&s;perous &s;tate, doth &s;how,</L>
<L>Like drops of frailty plung'd in Seas of wo.</L>
<L>Behold this <HI>Reverend Prelate,</HI> who to &s;ave</L>
<L>His Life, did only travel for a grave,</L>
<L>Not di&s;regarded, tho abroad, and from</L>
<L>Both Family, and Friends, <HI>God Takes Him Home.</HI></L>
<L>One, to this Earth, of purpo&s;e &s;ent by fate,</L>
<L>This age might have a Saint to imitate.</L>
<L>And that <HI>de&s;ervedly;</HI> he is a theam,</L>
<L>Will naked Truth make ma&s;qued flattery &s;eem.</L>
<L>For in the Firmament of fame, he'l &s;hine</L>
<L>To all po&s;terity, a grand Divine,</L>
<L>A Prelate wi&s;e, devout in words and d<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">eds,</L>
<L>An Ornament to all the Mitred heads.</L>
<L>The draught, and mirrour, of a &s;potles life:</L>
<L>The Preachers wonder, and the hearers &s;trife.</L>
<L>Crowned with wi&s;doms rayes; he bore a mind</L>
<L>From Earth, and ignorance alike refin'd.</L>
<L>Depths of all My&s;teries he throughly knew,</L>
<L>While Trees for Men, and Men for Trees we view.</L>
<L>No intere&s;t in this Worlds affairs requir'd,</L>
<L>From Pomp, and gain, he cheerfully retir'd.</L>
<L>His hou&s;e a <HI>Bethlehem</HI> was, an hou&s;e of bread.</L>
<L>The poor and needy to &s;upply, and feed.</L>
<L>That Go&s;pel-&s;pirit of true charity,</L>
<L>His Hand, and Heart made alwayes openly</L>
<L>To all his neighbour wants: To all a Friend</L>
<L>Delighting to do good, and to be kind.</L>
<L>All that afflicted were, he cur'd their care,</L>
<L>With prudent Coun&s;els, and with holy prayer.</L>
<L>Our Pre&s;&s;ours to releive, our wants &s;upply,</L>
<L>The&s;e were his riches, this his Luxury.</L>
<L>His Almes to all, no o&s;tentation &s;taines,</L>
<L>But Godly poor-men were his <HI>Benjamins.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Narci&s;&s;us</HI> to the thing for which he pine'd,</L>
<L>Was not more like, then he in heart and mind</L>
<L>Was to the harmles Dove, almo&s;t in all</L>
<L>But chiefly herein, that he wanted Gall.</L>
<L>He was another <HI>Mo&s;es,</HI> in who&s;e brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Pa&s;&s;ion (if entred) never found a re&s;t.</L>
<L>His calm and Heavenly Soul, it could not be</L>
<L>Ruffl'd, not ranckl'd with an injury.</L>
<L>Nor &s;corn, nor &s;pite of his wor&s;t foes could move</L>
<L>Him to re&s;train his Service, or his Love.</L>
<L>Who&s;e Tongues with Gall, and Hearts with envy &s;weld,</L>
<L>He with Compa&s;&s;ion, or neglect beheld:</L>
<Q><L><HI>For he who doth to immortal glory po&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Is not with vain and empty trifles crost,</HI></L></Q>
<L>He was no Temporizer, who did run</L>
<L>Or ever dance to pre&s;ent Fortuns tune.</L>
<L>No low-pitcht Soul, yet una&s;piring he</L>
<L>Attain'd to grandeur by humility.</L>
<L>So tender to his Cleargy, it did &s;eem</L>
<L>Each Church man was a &s;econd &s;elf to him.</L>
<L>In tru&s;t and Coun&s;ell to his Friend &s;o clo&s;e,</L>
<L>If they were <HI>Ni&s;us,</HI> he <HI>Eurialus.</HI></L>
<L>His whole deportment Gentle, &s;ober, &s;weet,</L>
<L>For in his brea&s;t, did Zeal with meekne&s;s meet.</L>
<L>High wrongs, high place, in which he was employ'd&punc;</L>
<L>He meekly &s;uffered, mode&s;tly injoy'd.</L>
<L>Cha&s;t, as the blu&s;hes of a Virgin ro&s;e;</L>
<L>Kind to his Friends, and courteous to his foes.</L>
<L>For as a Princely Prie&s;t he wi&s;ely knew,</L>
<L>How to protect, and generou&s;ly re&s;cue,</L>
<L>With a milde Maje&s;ty, his Friends repute</L>
<L>From tho&s;e who did their Honour per&s;ecute.</L>
<L>As a magnanimous and wi&s;e Commander</L>
<L>He keept the mean twixt flattery, and &s;lander.</L>
<L>At home, abroad unto a &s;cruple try'd,</L>
<L>By every di&s;pen&s;ation ratified;</L>
<L>So that the purging Fire, and fanning Wind,</L>
<L>Left but pure Grain, and Quinte&s;&s;ence behind.</L>
<L>Preaching, and prayer hence, from gro&s;&s;er oar</L>
<L>He did refine to Spirit, and to power.</L>
<L>We &s;aw in his di&s;cour&s;es and exemple</L>
<L><HI>&V;nim,</HI> and <HI>Thummim,</HI> in the &s;econd Temple.</L>
<L>Yet with no borrowed winges did take his flight,</L>
<L>Nor Glow worm like, &s;hin'd with a jugling light.</L>
<L>What ever from his Lipps, or life there came</L>
<L>To us did &s;parkle from the Heavenly flamm'</L>
<L>Infu&s;'d, more then acquir'd; and did in&s;pire,</L>
<L>And then inflammed every meaner fire</L>
<L>Of his inferiour charge (like Golden-hair,</L>
<L>The beams, the Sun darts through the light&s;ome air)</L>
<L>His light, and heat, at once in them appear'd,</L>
<L>Altho but in poor Camels hair attir'd.</L>
<L>But his more radiant, and more active &s;pirit,</L>
<L>Doth now a clear, and ample orbe inherit,</L>
<L>Where it hath lo&s;t it &s;elf, being rapt above,</L>
<L>In an eternall Maze of Joy, and Love:</L>
<L>Where &s;hads are gone, and all the <HI>Ideas</HI> ripe,</L>
<L>Have now re&s;olv'd them&s;elves into the type.</L>
<L>Ble&s;t is thy hap, our hope, thour't at thy re&s;t.</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we with <HI>Gog</HI> and <HI>Magog,</HI> mu&s;t conte&s;t.</L>
<L>May Heavens bequeath to &s;ome, if not to all</L>
<L>That on our Spirits thy rich Mantle fall.</L>
<L>And to all aftertimes thy motto be,</L>
<L>YOUNG did both teach, and live <HI>Divinitie.</HI></L>
<L>This box of <HI>Spiknard,</HI> while on thee we ca&s;t,</L>
<L>Non but a <HI>Judas</HI> will &s;urmi&s;e it wa&s;t:</L>
<L>Tho to thy memorie much more we owe,</L>
<L>Yet prai&s;e, and tears is all we dare be&s;towe.</L>
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<BIBL>2 <HI>Kings</HI> 2: 12.</BIBL>
<Q>My Father, my Father, the Chariot of <HI>I&s;rael,</HI> and the Hor&s;men thereof.</Q>
<Q><HI>Occidit ante diem, &amp; &s;pes no&s;tras morte fefellit,</HI></Q>
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<P>HIS EPITAPH.</P>
<L><HI>TO name all gifts, and graces were too long;</HI></L>
<L><HI>This all contains,</HI> Here lyeth Bi&s;hop YOUNG</L>
<Q>Dignum laude virum Mu&s;a vetat mori.</Q>
<BIBL>Horat.</BIBL>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>Mr. NINIAN PATERSON.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
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<P>Sold by <HI>Walter Pope</HI> in <HI>Roxburghs</HI> Clo&s;&s;e, over again&s;t St. <HI>Giles</HI> Steeple, <HI>Anno</HI> 1683.</P>
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