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<P>MEMENTO MORI</P>
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<HEAD><HI>Tri&s;titiae Chri&s;tianae:</HI> Or an Ocean of Pious Tears.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">AN ELEGY Upon the Death of the Reverend, Pious, and Learned Mini&s;ter of the Go&s;pel, <HI>Mr. Matthew Mead,</HI> Who Departed this Life at his Dwelling-Hou&s;e in <HI>Stepney,</HI> on <DATE><HI>Monday,</HI> the 16th Day of this In&s;tant <HI>October,</HI> 1699.</DATE> In the Sixty Ninth Year of his Age.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>Written by a Con&s;tant Auditor, and Sorrowful Mourner, for the Lo&s;s of this Reverend Decea&s;ed Pa&s;tor.</BYLINE>
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<P>Ble&s;&s;ed are the dead which Dye in the Lord.</P>
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<L>A Woful Story here I'm come to tell,</L>
<L>Of a Lo&s;t Shepherd, whom ye all knew well,</L>
<L>Who left us all alone, and's gone away,</L>
<L>Being Wounded with <HI>Death's</HI> Dart the other Day.</L>
<L><HI>D<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ctor,</HI> pray &s;tay your Sheep i'th Fold they be,</L>
<L>Waiting for th' Shepherd, whom they long to &s;ee,</L>
<L>There for to take &s;ome of thy Holy Meat;</L>
<L>But they're prevented, <HI>Death</HI> he did them cheat.</L>
<L>Judge now, ye Saints, if we han't cau&s;e to Weep!</L>
<L>For that the <HI>Pa&s;tor</HI> he hath left his Sheep!</L>
<L>Whom he, with Spiritual Food, did u&s;e to feed;</L>
<L>A <HI>Saint</HI> we've lo&s;t, a <HI>Saint</HI> he was indeed.</L>
<L>But tho' he's Dead, his Works they will &s;urvive</L>
<L>His Glorious Soul as if he were alive;</L>
<L>They'l &s;erve in place of him, though he is gone,</L>
<L>And left his Sheep here for to walk alone.</L>
<L>Ah! Could not you afford to &s;tay a Space</L>
<L>Of Time with us, before you Run the Race.</L>
<L>And let us &s;ee Thee in the Pulpit &s;tand,</L>
<L>Declaring <HI>Truth,</HI> with <HI>Bible</HI> in thy Hand:</L>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee Him, with a je&s;ture, Look</L>
<L>Upon his <HI>Bible,</HI> that mo&s;t Holy Book,</L>
<L>The <HI>Word of God,</HI> the which he did their Preach,</L>
<L>'Twas his Delight it always for to Teach;</L>
<L>Therefore, I &s;ay, have not we got great Cau&s;e</L>
<L>To 'dore his Name, and his good Works Applau&s;e.</L>
<L>Rouze up, Rouze up, and lend's &s;ome of your Tears,</L>
<L>For that we've lo&s;t him, it too plain appears;</L>
<L>How can ye thus &s;o ea&s;ie part with one,</L>
<L>Who S<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">udied always <HI>Satan</HI> to Unthrone;</L>
<L>And pull him out of all our wicked Hearts,</L>
<L>This was the Labour and chiefe&s;t parts</L>
<L>Of this Divine, who always &s;trove for all,</L>
<L>Thou&s;ands of times, he did upon them Call</L>
<L>Unto Repentance, e're his Gla&s;s was Run,</L>
<L>But now it's out, and his whole Thread is &s;pun:</L>
<L>The &s;tring of Life and he is forc'd to fall,</L>
<L>By th' H<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">nd of Death that fatal General;</L>
<L>Who &s;pareth none, the Good, the Bad he'll have,</L>
<L>And &s;end them quickly to the &s;ilent Grave:</L>
<L>And leave us hear, to Weep with Floods of Tears,</L>
<L>For Famous <HI>MEAD,</HI> who (Chri&s;t) taught many Years:</L>
<L>But now let's Mourn and &s;ay, <HI>Times</HI> Gla&s;s is out,</L>
<L>And with his Sithe with him hath had about,</L>
<L>And ju&s;t like Gra&s;s, with it did Mow him down,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we, who do Survive him, needs mu&s;t own,</L>
<L>We lo&s;t a Pa&s;tor, whom I can't &s;et forth,</L>
<L>A Precious Member of a greater worth;</L>
<L>Than <HI>Ophir</HI>'s Gold, or any Riches here:</L>
<L>Few, few there are that with him can compare,</L>
<L>But bid Farewel to a Chearful Harmony,</L>
<L>And with me Tune his Doleful Elegy.</L>
<L>In a good Age from us he hence departed,</L>
<L>And left his wandring Sheep quite broken-hearted,</L>
<L>For lo&s;s of Him, who&s;e Years were Sixty Nine,</L>
<L>He left the <HI>Earth,</HI> and up to <HI>Heaven</HI> did Clime.</L>
<L>And here his Aged Wife, &s;he does bemoan</L>
<L>The Death of her Good Husband, Holy One,</L>
<L>A Man of God, whom God did call and chu&s;e</L>
<L>On Earth, his Holy Books her's for to u&s;e.</L>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee his People for him weep,</L>
<L>And Floods of Tears run trickling down the Cheek,</L>
<L>Of his mo&s;t vertuous Wife, who God po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>And with good Children Eight he hath her ble&s;t;</L>
<L>Five Sons &s;he bore him, likewi&s;e Daughters Three,</L>
<L>All which he left Weeping this Day to &s;ee.</L>
<L>His Wife, &s;he was of a mo&s;t Noble Race,</L>
<L>Vertue abounds with, and with Heavenly Grace,</L>
<L>So Generous, &s;o Noble, and &s;o Free,</L>
<L>So Courteous is likewi&s;e to all &s;he &s;ee.</L>
<L>And here his <HI>Children,</HI> they poor Babes, behold</L>
<L>His worthy Carca&s;s, and their Hands unfold,</L>
<L>With weeping Tears, and na&s;hing Teeth, they cry</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t <HI>Death,</HI> their Father's furious Enemy.</L>
<L>And here his Congregation came at la&s;t,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing they could have had the other Bla&s;t,</L>
<L>From this their <HI>Pa&s;tor,</HI> who is gone to be</L>
<L>With his Great Ma&s;ter in Felicity.</L>
<L>Oh Cruel Death, what makes you take &s;o fa&s;t</L>
<L>Away our Doctors, who the Word &s;hould ca&s;t</L>
<L>Of God unto them, who is heard to &s;ay</L>
<L>We do Lament that Death he took away</L>
<L>From us &s;ome Preachers, but the other Day,</L>
<L>As Famous <HI>Bates,</HI> and <HI>Gammon,</HI> he did &s;trike,</L>
<L>Now Holy <HI>Mead,</HI> he hath &s;erv'd him the like,</L>
<L>But this you took and he mu&s;t ever be</L>
<L>Sitting with <HI>Angels</HI> to Eternity.</L>
<L>Therefore, &s;tay Death, I pray now come not here,</L>
<L>So boldly thus, our Preachers for to clear;</L>
<L>Who would di&s;pence the Holy Word of God,</L>
<L>And to Declare the Truth of <HI>Mo&s;e</HI>'s Rod,</L>
<L>But &s;ince their gone, we will not Weep no more,</L>
<L>In hopes we've left their Fellows &s;till good &s;tore,</L>
<L>Which Chri&s;t I hope, he will pre&s;erve and keep</L>
<L>From Death's bold Hands, who doth them Daily &s;eek.</L>
<L>So let them go, their Works will &s;erve to be,</L>
<L>Our Devotion and Good Company,</L>
<L>And &s;erve the Name of God his Ma&s;ter great,</L>
<L>And to the World his Word he did relate,</L>
<L>But now in Heaven he doth Prai&s;es Sing,</L>
<L>With a loud Voice to his Coele&s;tial King,</L>
<L>And &s;ince Death &s;eiz'd him, let him ever lye,</L>
<L>In Heaven above, whil&s;t &s;ome do for him Cry:</L>
<L>He from the Earth is gone, ever to be,</L>
<L>Upon the Throne with his great Maje&s;ty.</L>
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<L><HI>M</HI> Mo&s;t Worthy Soul interred here doth Re&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> And now will &s;et above with Angels Ble&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>T</HI> To Sing great Prai&s;es to his Heavenly King,</L>
<L><HI>T</HI> To all the Nations now his Name doth Ring.</L>
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<L><HI>M</HI> May not his Sheep have cau&s;e to Mourn&punc; and &s;ay,</L>
<L><HI>E</HI> Even they'l think upon this fatal Day:</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> A Saint they lo&s;t, a Saint he was indeed,</L>
<L><HI>D</HI> Disturb his Rest his little Flock to Feed.</L>
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