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<HEAD>AN ELEGY On the much Lamented Death of Mr. Samuel Loveday Who Departed this Life on <DATE>the 15th of <HI>Decemb.</HI> 1677.</DATE> in the 59th Year of his Age.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>O Heavy &s;troke! Oh bitter lamentation!</L>
<L>Scarce will my Tears give way to vent my Pa&s;&s;ion.</L>
<L>My Tears &s;o overflow, I &s;carce can guide</L>
<L>My trembling Hand. O &s;top, you &s;welling Tide</L>
<L>Of brini&s;h Tears! Alas! my Heart doth break&punc;</L>
<L>So &s;trong's my Grief, although my Mu&s;e be weak.</L>
<L>Though to the Mournful Mu&s;es I make &s;uit</L>
<L>For their a&s;&s;i&s;tance, and they all &s;tand mute:</L>
<L>My Grief and Sorrow will my Mu&s;e &s;upply,</L>
<L>And teach me to Indite an ELEGIE.</L>
<L>My Grief &s;ufficient Matter will infu&s;e</L>
<L>Into my Heart: True Sorrow needs no Mu&s;e.</L>
<L>Dear <HI>LOVEDAY</HI>'s Dead, that for this many Years</L>
<L>Has fed the Flock of Chri&s;t: Let floods of Tears</L>
<L>Run from the Conduits of your moi&s;tened Eyes;</L>
<L>How &s;hall the Flocks be fed when th' Shepherd dies?</L>
<L>When Shepherds die, and cruel Wolves remain,</L>
<L>The tender Lambs have rea&s;on to complain.</L>
<L>Dear <HI>Samuel</HI>'s gone, he's gone that us'd to keep,</L>
<L>A faithful Watch, when we could take our &s;leep.</L>
<L>He's gone! he's gone! that Sacred Food provided:</L>
<L>Ah! he is gone, by whom the Flock was guided.</L>
<L>How careful was he always to provide</L>
<L>Good Food, and Food convenient be&s;ide,</L>
<L>For tender Babes, who in the Faith were young,</L>
<L>Provided Milk, and al&s;o for the Strong,</L>
<L>Or Men in Chri&s;t, provided &s;tronger Meat;</L>
<L>Al&s;o provok<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d an Appetite to Eat.</L>
<L>The Ignorant this Holy Man in&s;tructed</L>
<L>In paths of Righteou&s;ne&s;s, and then Conducted</L>
<L>Into the Fold of Chri&s;t, where he with care</L>
<L>Did feed them as Chri&s;t's Flock, and did not &s;pare,</L>
<L>But &s;pent his &s;trength to find good Pa&s;ture out;</L>
<L>Strengthning the Weak, confirming ev'ry Doubt.</L>
<L>And that which will perpetuate his Name,</L>
<L>And mount him up upon the Wings of Fame;</L>
<L>And make him like the Stars of Heaven &s;hine;</L>
<L>Yea, make him to the World appear Divine:</L>
<L>And make his ever Honour'd Name to live,</L>
<L>When Death has not another &s;troke to give.</L>
<L>Oh! 'twas his pious, rare, and vertuous Life,</L>
<L>The Lo&s;s of whom calls for a world of Grief.</L>
<L>Had I but skill to paint his Vertues forth,</L>
<L>Sutable to his Merits, and their worth;</L>
<L>So many were they, and &s;o Excellent,</L>
<L>I &s;hould but leave the World a <HI>Monument</HI></L>
<L>To be admir'd, rather than believ'd:</L>
<L>But ah! he's gone; for which my Soul is griev'd.</L>
<L>Grief in my Heart's impre&s;&s;ions are &s;o deep,</L>
<L>While <HI>Loveday</HI> with his Vertues falls a&s;leep,</L>
<L>There's no Phy&s;ician in the Earth can Cure;</L>
<L>And &s;carce obtain I patience to endure.</L>
<L>Were't only I that did this Lo&s;s &s;u&s;tain,</L>
<L>The Contemplation of dear <HI>Loveday</HI>'s gain</L>
<L>Would much abate the Grief, that now &s;urpri&s;es</L>
<L>My Love-&s;ick Soul: But hence my Grief ari&s;es,</L>
<L>His Death's a publick Lo&s;s, and every Eye</L>
<L>Has cau&s;e to drop a Tear, as well as I.</L>
<L>His Life and Doctrine both were excellent,</L>
<L>His Doctrine &s;ound, his Life a Pre&s;ident.</L>
<L>Mi&s;ts that ob&s;cur'd God's Univer&s;al Love</L>
<L>He did di&s;per&s;e, and wholly did remove.</L>
<L>And though the Lord has call'd dear <HI>Samu'l</HI> hence,</L>
<L>Yet has he left us &s;uch an Evidence</L>
<L>Of God's indeared Love to all Mankind,</L>
<L>That we who for a time are left behind,</L>
<L>Have cau&s;e to turn our Mourning to a Song,</L>
<L>And ble&s;s the Lord that lent us him &s;o long.</L>
<L>And they which never yet beheld his Face,</L>
<L>Have cau&s;e to give God thanks that gave him &s;pace</L>
<L>To loo&s;e tho&s;e Snarls, and all tho&s;e Knots untie</L>
<L>That in the Ninth of th' <HI>Romans</HI> &s;eem'd to lie.</L>
<L>But ah! He's gone, that never undertook</L>
<L>To preach from Scripture, God's mo&s;t &s;acred Book,</L>
<L>But he &s;o fully op'ned every part</L>
<L>It &s;eldom mi&s;t to &s;atisfie the Heart.</L>
<L>But here my Mu&s;e mu&s;t &s;top, I mu&s;t not dwell</L>
<L>Upon his Doctrine, le&s;t my Poem &s;well</L>
<L>Into &s;o large a Volumn, that my Theam</L>
<L>Will quit her &s;ingle Sheer, and want a Ream.</L>
<L>Yet one word more to you whom God did lend</L>
<L>So &s;ound a Preacher, and &s;o &s;weet a Friend;</L>
<L>Lay up his Doctrine by you now in &s;tore</L>
<L>For <HI>Loveday</HI>'s gone, will never Teach you more.</L>
<L>And you who&s;e itching Ear and wanton Eyes,</L>
<L>Could reli&s;h nothing under Novelties;</L>
<L>Your wandring wanton Eyes now &s;ees the Day</L>
<L>Your loathed Manna's taken quite away.</L>
<L>Ah! that &s;weet Oracle no more will rou&s;e</L>
<L>Sin-&s;lumbring Souls out of their fle&s;hly Drow&s;e.</L>
<L>Oh! he who&s;e Doctrine dropt like &s;howers of Rain,</L>
<L>Who often &s;trove, yea often &s;trove in vain;</L>
<L>And with endeared Love and Souls-affection</L>
<L>Be&s;ought you often to make &s;ure Election:</L>
<L>Who often told you that you mu&s;t &s;uppre&s;s</L>
<L>Your &s;inful Lu&s;ts, your Pride, your vain Exce&s;s:</L>
<L>And yet his Doctrine you did not receive,</L>
<L>For which this good Man's Soul did often grieve.</L>
<L>Ah! Death has call'd him hence, he's fled, he's gone,</L>
<L>You've now but half your Food to feed upon.</L>
<L>O may that half that's left you yet to u&s;e,</L>
<L>Be like the Widows Barrel, and her Cru&s;e!</L>
<L>O may we never &s;ee that Cru&s;e drawn dry,</L>
<L>Till God be pleas'd to &s;end a fre&s;h &s;upply,</L>
<L>And unto &s;ome a double Portion give,</L>
<L>In whom our Friend that's Dead again may Live.</L>
<L>But he's not Dead, he's only fall'n a&s;leep:</L>
<L>Let's cea&s;e our Mourning, and not always Weep.</L>
<L>If he has chang'd his Sorrow into Peace,</L>
<L>Why &s;hould not we with him from Sorrow cea&s;e?</L>
<L>Let's moderate our weeping for our Friend:</L>
<L>Exce&s;&s;ive hope le&s;s weeping may offend.</L>
<L>He's fall'n a&s;leep, who waking was &s;o kind</L>
<L>To leave &s;ome Soul-refre&s;hing Food behind.</L>
<L>Come, gather up &s;ome Fragments that remain,</L>
<L>And freely feed, &s;o will he Live again.</L>
<L>The fir&s;t choice Dainty that I here pre&s;ent,</L>
<L>Highly conducing to Soul-nouri&s;hment,</L>
<L>Is our dear <HI>Loveday</HI>'s choice &s;elected Gift,</L>
<L>His Sermon preacht from <HI>Matthew</HI> twenty fift,</L>
<L>Upon the fooli&s;h Virgins, and the wi&s;e;</L>
<L>Its real Worth thou can&s;t not over-prize.</L>
<L>All you that this choice Dainty do po&s;&s;e&s;s,</L>
<L>Feed of it every Day, or more or le&s;s.</L>
<L>And when the &s;able Curtains of the Night</L>
<L>Are clo&s;ly drawn, then feed by Candle-light.</L>
<L>And you who for its worth would fain enjoy it,</L>
<L>Let its rich worth invite you all to buy it.</L>
<L>Tho&s;e Soul-refre&s;hing Cordials likewi&s;e</L>
<L>Drawn from the Third of <HI>I&s;aiah</HI>'s Prophecies,</L>
<L>By him prepar'd, though not by Humane Art:</L>
<L>O! that they were engraven in each Heart.</L>
<L>His Rules for guiding of the Tongue, endeavour</L>
<L>To keep it as an Antidote for ever:</L>
<L>Which will re&s;i&s;t the Poy&s;on of the Tongue,</L>
<L>Which is infectious both to Weak and Strong.</L>
<L>That Sermon preacht on th' Third of <HI>Revelation,</HI></L>
<L>Drawn from our ble&s;&s;ed Saviour's Invitation</L>
<L>To every Soul, to open when he knocks</L>
<L>Their clo&s;ed Hearts, and to unboult the&s;e Locks,</L>
<L>And entertain him as a &s;acred Gue&s;t,</L>
<L>To Sup with them while he provides the Fea&s;t.</L>
<L>O that that Sermon might for ever live,</L>
<L>While there's a Soul true Comfort to recieve!</L>
<L>Here &s;top my lavi&s;h Mu&s;e, the&s;e &s;trains recal,</L>
<L>Attend dear <HI>Loveday</HI> to his Funeral.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>AN EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>S Samu'l</HI> lies here Entombed in the Du&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> A Man both Learned, Vertuous, Wi&s;e, &amp; Ju&s;t.</L>
<L><HI>M</HI> May <HI>Lovday</HI>'s pious Life our Pattern be</L>
<L><HI>U</HI> Until we &s;leep in Du&s;t as well as he.</L>
<L><HI>E</HI> Earth is di&s;&s;olv'd by Death, its brittle frame</L>
<L><HI>L</HI> La&s;ts but a while, returns from whence it came.</L>
<L><HI>L</HI> Let Death, yea, let the Grave triumph a while,</L>
<L><HI>O</HI> Our <HI>Lovday</HI> &s;hortly will them both beguile.</L>
<L><HI>V</HI> Under Death's a&s;hes long he'l not remain</L>
<L><HI>D</HI> Death-conquering <HI>Lovday</HI> will ari&s;e again;</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> And &s;hall come forth like Gold that has been try'd</L>
<L><HI>Y</HI> In the Refiners Fire, and Purifi'd.</L>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Francis Smith,</HI> at the Elephant and Ca&s;tle in <HI>Cornhil,</HI> near the <HI>Royal Exchange.</HI> 1677.</P>
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