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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On that Reverend and Learned Mini&s;ter of the Go&s;pel, Mr. WILLIAM JENKINS: Who Fini&s;h'd his Te&s;timony <DATE>the 19th of <HI>January,</HI> 1684/5.</DATE> in the Goal of <HI>NEWGATE,</HI> where there are above Four&s;core Di&s;&s;enters &s;till remaining. In a Dialogue between <HI>SENSE</HI> and <HI>FAITH.</HI></HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI>PRISON!</HI> O Di&s;mal thing! What wilt thou &s;till</L>
<L>Provoke my Sorrow to Employ my Quill</L>
<L>In Mournful Notes! Thou cruel place, forbear</L>
<L>To drein mine Eyes, till there's not left a Tear:</L>
<L><HI>Bampfield</HI> and <HI>Ralph&s;on</HI>'s not enough for you</L>
<L>To pack from hence! You mu&s;t have <HI>JENKINS</HI> too!</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Come, leave thy Murmurs; his bright Soul has &s;oar'd</L>
<L>From <HI>Two Confinements,</HI> to the God h' ador'd:</L>
<L>He &s;taid but till his Glorious Captain call'd;</L>
<L>Would'&s;t have him &s;till in <HI>Fle&s;h</HI> and <HI>Jayl</HI> Enthrall'd?</L>
<L>Weep for thy &s;elf, He is to Bli&s;s arriv'd;</L>
<L>He is not Dead, he is but Re-reviv'd.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Lament I mu&s;t, and will;&mdash;when &s;uch Dear Saints</L>
<L>Expire in Pri&s;ons, I'll fling out Complaints.</L>
<L>In &s;pight of all your Mode&s;t words, I'll Roar</L>
<L>As high as where his happy Soul did Soar;</L>
<L>I will Implore a Divine <HI>NEMESIS</HI></L>
<L>On &s;uch as <HI>Shortned</HI> that Dear Life of his.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Weep not, for though he drew his late&s;t Breath</L>
<L>Within tho&s;e Bars and Bolts, his happy Death</L>
<L>Brings <HI>no Di&s;honour</HI> to his pious <HI>Name;</HI></L>
<L>'Tis as Celebrious as a <HI>Smithfield</HI> Flame.</L>
<L>Then peevi&s;h Sen&s;e, be &s;till; let me prevail</L>
<L>That thou no more what Heav'n Decreed, Bewail.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>O! that my Head were Waters, and mine Eyes</L>
<L>A Well of Tears to weep his Ob&s;equies!</L>
<L>His Dear Remembrance calls for &s;ome Arrears,</L>
<L>Which mu&s;t be paid him in a Flood of Tears.</L>
<L>Where Love is Mutual, and of equal Force,</L>
<L>'Tis cutting Grief to feel a quick Divorce.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Forbear, Mi&s;taken Sen&s;e; thy fruitle&s;s Cries</L>
<L>Be&s;peak Impatience; 'tis but <HI>Fle&s;h</HI> that <HI>Dies.</HI></L>
<L>His Active <HI>Spirit</HI> is advanc'd, you know;</L>
<L>He is but gone where thou mu&s;t quickly go:</L>
<L>Pale Death's the Portal that let's in to Glory,</L>
<L>Our Writ of Ea&s;e from all things Tran&s;itory.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ah! <HI>but He's Gone!</HI>&mdash;That Soul-Dividing Word</L>
<L>Begets more Terror then the &s;harpe&s;t Sword!</L>
<L>He's gone, who almo&s;t &s;ix and forty years</L>
<L>Preach'd to poor Sinners both with Sighs and Tears.</L>
<L>No Frowns nor Flatt'ries could with him prevail,</L>
<L>From following his Great Ma&s;ter to a Jayl.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Cea&s;e Exclamations: He his work has done,</L>
<L>With Faith and Patience his ble&s;t Race has run;</L>
<L>Still con&s;tant in Adhering to his LORD,</L>
<L>Who now has given him his full Reward:</L>
<L>His Death in Pri&s;on does more loudly Preach,</L>
<L>Then when his Voice did th' Ears of Thou&s;ands Reach.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>If Ga&s;ping <HI>SION</HI> mu&s;t endure &s;uch Rubs,</L>
<L>When Cedars fall, what will become of Shrubs?</L>
<L>Or if &s;ucce&s;&s;ive blows our &s;trength mu&s;t break,</L>
<L>How &s;hall our Walls be guarded by the Weak?</L>
<L>If men of Pray'r mu&s;t <HI>Doubly Silenc'd</HI> be,</L>
<L><HI>SION</HI> will lo&s;e its be&s;t <HI>Artillery.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Can <HI>SION</HI> fear, or Overthrow or Harm,</L>
<L>When Great <HI>Jehovah's</HI> &s;trong Out-&s;tretched Arm</L>
<L>Becomes its Bulwark? Can we fear a Want</L>
<L>Of Leaders, when God's &s;o by Covenant?</L>
<L>Altho' our Lord doth home &s;ome Servants call,</L>
<L>He &s;till &s;upplies us, and is All in All.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ah! but how often do our &s;ins provoke</L>
<L>The Lord in Judgment to <HI>Repeat</HI> his Stroak!</L>
<L>Who can but &s;hake in Storms? Can it be hop'd</L>
<L>The Church can &s;tand, when it is thus unprop'd?</L>
<L>Ah! how my troubled Soul's amaz'd to think</L>
<L>That fainting Sion, will like <HI>Peter</HI> &s;ink!</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>All once mu&s;t Die; the Prophets have, you &s;ee,</L>
<L>No Patent for their Immortality;</L>
<L>When they've done that for which they hither Came,</L>
<L>God can of Stones rai&s;e Sons for <HI>Abraham:</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Peter</HI> &s;inks, Chri&s;t is at hand to heave him,</L>
<L>And by his Promi&s;e, he will never leave him.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Gods hand is heavy, and his Anger's &s;ore;</L>
<L>His Frowns are Deadly, and his Stroaks much more:</L>
<L>Such Mortal Vi&s;itations have a Voice,</L>
<L>To make <HI>Friends</HI> Mourn, and <HI>Enemies</HI> Rejoyce.</L>
<L>What Temper's &s;o well &s;et, but will be &s;oon</L>
<L>(As Broken Strings make Mu&s;ick) out of Tune?</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>As Tender Parents Exerci&s;e the Rod,</L>
<L>Not to De&s;troy, but to Reform; &s;o God</L>
<L>Is pleas'd to manage his Rebukes; he hath</L>
<L><HI>Full Show'rs of Love,</HI> as well as <HI>Drops of Wrath.</HI></L>
<L>Gracious Effects he gives of &s;eeming Cro&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>A Future Purcha&s;e by our pre&s;ent Lo&s;&s;es.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Sen&s;e.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Mine Ey's mu&s;t vent my Grief upon his Her&s;e;</L>
<L>And weep in Earne&s;t, though I weep in Ver&s;e:</L>
<L>When <HI>Jonathan</HI> was &s;lain, a Royal Eye</L>
<L>In Doleful Accents wept his Elegy:</L>
<L>So mu&s;t I take like Priviledge to Mourn</L>
<L>In Ink, as well as Tears, upon his Urn.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Faith.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Dry up thy Tears; for whom thou mourn'&s;t, is Ble&s;t;</L>
<L>He's Enter'd into Everla&s;ting Re&s;t.</L>
<L>Joy 'twas to him to do his Ma&s;ter's Will,</L>
<L>Now of his Ma&s;ters Joy he hath his fill.</L>
<L>In Faith and Patience wait; On God attend,</L>
<L>He'll plead thy Cau&s;e, and will thy Right defend.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>An ACROSTICK.</HEAD>
<LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>W</HI>ell done, Good Servant (now thy God does &s;ay)</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>nto that Joy that never will decay,</L>
<L><HI>L</HI>o thou &s;halt Enter; and abide for Aye!</L>
</LG>
<L><HI>L</HI>ove to thy Lord, on Earth was thy Delight;</L>
<L><HI>I</HI>n Heav'n thou ever &s;halt enjoy his Sight;</L>
<L><HI>A</HI>nd now may'&s;t &s;ay, (&s;uch Grace to thee is giv'n)</L>
<L><HI>M</HI>y Cro&s;s on Earth, does prove my Crown in Heav'n.</L>
<L><HI>J</HI>t is the Father's Will that now is done!</L>
<L><HI>E</HI>njoyments here below, are quickly gone!</L>
<L><HI>N</HI><GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">ne can from Death's dire &s;troke Exempted be;</L>
<L><HI>K</HI>nowledge nor Grace, could ble&s;&s;ed <HI>Jenkins</HI> free.</L>
<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI>n <HI>Sion's</HI> Peace he plac'd his chiefe&s;t Stay,</L>
<L><HI>N</HI>or could he Live, when he &s;aw that Decay</L>
<L><HI>S</HI>o near his Heart the Churches Welfare lay.</L>
</LG>
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