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<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
</FIGURE>AN ELEGIE To the Indeared Memory OF THAT Learned and Reverend Mini&s;ter of the Go&s;pel D^r LAZARUS SEAMAN, Who died on <HI>Friday</HI> the <HI>3d.</HI> of <HI>September</HI> 1675, and was carried from Drapers Hall to be Interred, with a numerous Train of Chri&s;tian Friends bewailing his Death.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Hi&s;torians tell us, when <HI>Ma&s;i&s;tius</HI> di'd,</L>
<L>So much he was belov'd, that all the Pride</L>
<L>And Flower of famous <HI>Carthage,</HI> for his &s;ake</L>
<L>Did &s;ympathizing Robes of <HI>Sables</HI> make,</L>
<L>And broke their City-Bulwarks, that the torn</L>
<L>And &s;hattered flints might <HI>with the people mourn.</HI></L>
<L>So when the brave <HI>Ve&s;pa&s;ian</HI> took his leave</L>
<L>Of Earth, how did the valiant <HI>Romans</HI> grieve</L>
<L>In Univer&s;al Groans! The News we finde,</L>
<L><HI>Titus is dead, the darling of Mankinde.</HI></L>
<L>And &s;hall meer <HI>Heathens</HI> &s;uch kindene&s;s be&s;tow</L>
<L>On a poor glimp&s;e of Vertue, and we &s;how</L>
<L>No ju&s;t Regret for <HI>One,</HI> who&s;e pious Soul</L>
<L>All <HI>Vertues</HI> and all <HI>Graces</HI> did inrol?</L>
<L>A <HI>Saint</HI> is greater than a <HI>Hero</HI> far;</L>
<L>One <HI>Man of God</HI>'s worth Twenty <HI>Men of War.</HI></L>
<L>Poor <HI>Conquerours</HI> are they, who after all</L>
<L>Their great Atchievements, by their <HI>Pa&s;&s;ions</HI> fall.</L>
<L>But Reverend <HI>Seaman</HI> did him&s;elf &s;ubdue;</L>
<L>Him&s;elf, the greater Conque&s;t of the <HI>Two.</HI></L>
<L>How great his Triumph! that o'ercame the evil</L>
<L>Mi&s;chievous <HI>World,</HI> fond <HI>Flo&s;h,</HI> and crafty <HI>Devil;</HI></L>
<L>And both by <HI>Doctrine</HI> and <HI>Example</HI> too,</L>
<L>Taught us what in tho&s;e Conflicts we &s;hould do.</L>
<L>At &s;uch a lo&s;s all our <HI>Delights</HI> &s;hould turn</L>
<L>To <HI>Grief,</HI> and <HI>Mirth</HI> it &s;elf beforc'd to mourn:</L>
<L><HI>Sighs</HI> &s;hould ingro&s;s our Breath, till there appear</L>
<L>A general Sorrow <HI>Limbeckt</HI> in a Tear.</L>
<L>The <HI>Arts</HI> and <HI>Lenguages,</HI> with every trick</L>
<L>Of &s;ubtile <HI>Logick,</HI> and gay <HI>Rhetorick,</HI></L>
<L>Long &s;ince he under&s;tood; yet would not they</L>
<L>His <HI>well-poiz'd minde</HI> to proud Conceit betray.</L>
<L>'Mid&s;t all his Studies, 'twas his onely pride</L>
<L>To know the Truth, and <HI>Je&s;us Crucify'd.</HI></L>
<L>So that his parts acquir'd, did humbly &s;hine,</L>
<L>And ta&s;te like <HI>Water</HI> turn'd by Chri&s;t to <HI>Wine:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Knowledge</HI> and <HI>Zeal</HI> in him &s;o &s;weetly met,</L>
<L>His Pulpit &s;eem'd a &s;econd <HI>Olivet;</HI></L>
<L>Where from his Lips he would deliver things,</L>
<L>As though &s;ome <HI>Seraphin</HI> had clap'd his Wings.</L>
<L>His <HI>pow'rful Sermons</HI> were &s;o fitly dre&s;t,</L>
<L>Each Hearers Soul &s;eem'd <HI>toucht,</HI> each thought expre&s;t.</L>
<L>Oh! what a &s;acred <HI>Surgeon</HI> has he been,</L>
<L>To <HI>&s;et</HI> a Con&s;cience out of <HI>joynt</HI> by Sin!</L>
<L>He at one blow could <HI>Wound</HI> and <HI>Heal:</HI> We all</L>
<L>Wonder'd to &s;ee a <HI>Purge</HI> a <HI>Cordial.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Manna-breathing</HI> Sermons often have</L>
<L>Giv'n all our good thoughts <HI>life,</HI> our bad a <HI>Grave.</HI></L>
<L>He did not onely <HI>Tax,</HI> but <HI>Shame</HI> abu&s;e,</L>
<L>His <HI>Practi&s;e</HI> being &s;till his Doctrine's <HI>&V;&s;e.</HI></L>
<L>He <HI>liv'd</HI> his Sermons: the profane were vext,</L>
<L>To &s;ee his <HI>Actions</HI> Comments on his <HI>Text.</HI></L>
<L>His Vertues &s;o <HI>In&s;tructive</HI> did appear,</L>
<L>As if each place to him a <HI>Pulpit</HI> were.</L>
<L>His pre&s;ence &s;o <HI>Divine,</HI> that Heaven might be</L>
<L>Now (were it po&s;&s;ible) more Heavenlie.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Triumphant Soul! who&s;e happy <HI>Race</HI> is run,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Warfare</HI> ended, and thy <HI>Conque&s;t</HI> won;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we poor Mortals here &s;urvive in toil,</L>
<L>And &s;till <HI>Encounter,</HI> oft receive a <HI>Foil.</HI></L>
<L>Thou wear'&s;t the long <HI>White Robe,</HI> whil&s;t we remain</L>
<L>Polluted &s;o, each moment addes a <HI>Stain.</HI></L>
<L>Thou ha&s;t th' <HI>Immortal Crown,</HI> read'&s;t the <HI>new Name;</HI></L>
<L>Our guilty Faces cover'd &s;till with Shame.</L>
<L>Thou rais'd to Heaven, We grovel here below;</L>
<L>We <HI>Sin</HI> and <HI>Sorrow,</HI> Thou do&s;t <HI>neither</HI> know.</L>
<L>So different our E&s;tates, yet ne'rethele&s;s,</L>
<L>We <HI>envy</HI> not, though towards one State we pre&s;s</L>
<L>It is thy Bli&s;s, thou changed art, made free;</L>
<L>It is our wi&s;h to <HI>Change,</HI> and be like thee.</L>
<L>Nor's <HI>Scaman</HI> dead, but with <HI>endle&s;s life</HI> Crown'd,</L>
<L>Where never-<HI>fading Glories</HI> do abound.</L>
<L>His <HI>Works</HI> &s;urvive, a Pre&s;ident to be</L>
<L>Both unto us, and to <HI>Po&s;terity;</HI></L>
<L>There he <HI>&s;peakes</HI> yet, though <HI>dead,</HI> to dry the Tears</L>
<L>Wherein the lo&s;s of &s;uch a <HI>Worth</HI> appears:</L>
<L>And further &s;eems to &s;ay, <HI>You that affect</HI></L>
<L><HI>My Memory, <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> ever do expect</HI></L>
<L><HI>To &s;ee my Face, pur&s;ue that happy Tract</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wherein I walk'd, and do as I did act;</HI></L>
<L><HI>So &s;hall my Death the be&s;t be Elegiz'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Jehovah prais'd, and your Faith Exercis'd,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Till we &s;hall meet, where I &s;hall &s;hine more bright,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For having been a Star to give you Light.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>London:</HI> Printed for <HI>D. M.</HI> in the Year 1675.</P>
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