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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Humbly offered to the <HI>Memory</HI> of the <HI>Reverend Father in God</HI> Doctor Humphry Henchman, Late BISHOP of <HI>LONDON,</HI> Who Departed this Life the 8th of <HI>October</HI> 1675.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Stand off, you <HI>Common Vouchers</HI> for the Dead,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Mu&s;e, like <HI>Worms,</HI> on <HI>Carka&s;ses</HI> is <HI>fed;</HI></L>
<L>Who oft <HI>A&s;&s;ess</HI> your Mercinary Eyes</L>
<L>To pay <HI>forc'd Tears</HI> at <HI>unknown Ob&s;equies.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Profane</HI> not in Dull Rhymes this <HI>Rev'rend Her&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Nor clogg't with your <HI>Set Forms</HI> of Tatter'd Ver&s;e.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Sacred Wit</HI> Embalm His Memory,</L>
<L>And <HI>Anthems</HI> &s;peak him to Po&s;terity:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t all the <HI>Raptures</HI> in his Prai&s;e di&s;till</L>
<L>Not from <HI>Perna&s;&s;us,</HI> but from <HI>Sion</HI> Hill.</L>
<L>Great <HI>Pious Prelate!</HI> who can Eccho forth</L>
<L>In any mea&s;ure, thy Tran&s;cendent <HI>Worth?</HI></L>
<L>How ju&s;tly we could wi&s;h (oh might it be!)</L>
<L>A <HI>Second Donne</HI> to write thy Elegy.</L>
<L>Yet, though we cannot &s;peak Thee to the <HI>full,</HI></L>
<L>'Tis <HI>Irreligious</HI> to be <HI>wholly</HI> Dull:</L>
<L>Then give us leave our <HI>Sorrows</HI> to expre&s;s,</L>
<L>Although in Words that do but make Thee <HI>Le&s;s:</HI></L>
<L>When <HI>Publick Losses</HI> happen, 'tis but fit,</L>
<L>Each man &s;hould re&s;tifie his &s;en&s;e of it:</L>
<L>Our <HI>Mother Church</HI> (by boi&s;terous Factions torn,</L>
<L>Who&s;e deeper <HI>Skars</HI> She has not yet out-worn)</L>
<L>One of her <HI>Elde&s;t Sons</HI> has lo&s;t this day,</L>
<L>A <HI>Light</HI> that &s;hone with a Cele&s;tial Ray;</L>
<L>Who&s;e Pre&s;ence <HI>&s;mall pretended Lights</HI> did &s;hun,</L>
<L>As <HI>Glimmering Stars</HI> vani&s;h before the <HI>Sun,</HI></L>
<L>And can we <HI>weaker</HI> Children but Bemoan</L>
<L>Our <HI>I&s;raels Hor&s;emen and her Chariots gone?</HI></L>
<L>A man of a <HI>true Chri&s;tian temper,</HI> Fit</L>
<L>To <HI>Feed</HI> the Flock, and al&s;o <HI>Govern</HI> it;</L>
<L>From <HI>Super&s;tition,</HI> and from <HI>Schi&s;me</HI> free,</L>
<L><HI>Gentle,</HI> yet <HI>Ju&s;t</HI> to his <HI>Authority.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Moral Virtues</HI> did &s;uch &s;plendor yield,</L>
<L>Pagans would <HI>Altars</HI> to <HI>less Merit</HI> build:</L>
<L>Where yearly burning Rich <HI>Sabean</HI> Gums,</L>
<L>The Curling Odors of their <HI>Hecatombs,</HI></L>
<L>Should reach his Soul in Heav'n; But we mu&s;t pay</L>
<L>No &s;uch Oblations; But a purer way</L>
<L>Of <HI>Imitation,</HI> whil&s;t we panting <HI>tend</HI></L>
<L>To <HI>Live</HI> like Him, and make as ble&s;t an <HI>End.</HI></L>
<L>His <HI>Faith</HI> was &s;till pregnant with <HI>Charity,</HI></L>
<L>And his <HI>Religion</HI> taught him <HI>Loyalty;</HI></L>
<L>His very <HI>Looks</HI> were Sacred; And In's <HI>Face</HI></L>
<L><HI>Primitive Zeal</HI> retain'd its ancient <HI>Grace;</HI></L>
<L>A &s;weet, yet <HI>awful</HI> Pre&s;ence, where we &s;ee</L>
<L>A <HI>General Council</HI> in <HI>Epito me;</HI></L>
<L>A Well-poiz'd <HI>Judgement,</HI> with &s;tupendious parts,</L>
<L>Store-hou&s;e of <HI>Tongues,</HI> and Magazine of <HI>Arts;</HI></L>
<L>Another <HI>Au&s;tin</HI> for Sublimer Sen&s;e,</L>
<L>A <HI>Chry&s;o&s;tome</HI> for Sacred Eloquence:</L>
<L>Long had he here, with all Good mens Applau&s;e,</L>
<L>Di&s;pens'd his Ma&s;ter's <HI>Oracles</HI> and <HI>Laws.</HI></L>
<L>But now his Work is fini&s;h'd, his <HI>Race run,</HI></L>
<L>And he receives the <HI>Crown</HI> that he hath won;</L>
<L>And when his <HI>Lord</HI> &s;hall come at the <HI>la&s;t Day,</HI></L>
<L>He'll be his <HI>Hench-man,</HI> and prepare the Way.</L>
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<HEAD>EPITAPH.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>Waiting the</HI> Re&s;urrection of the Ju&s;t,</L>
<L><HI>Here lies</HI> Depo&s;ited <HI>the precious</HI> Du&s;t</L>
<L><HI>Of a</HI> Grave Prelate <HI>of &s;o</HI> Clear a Fame,</L>
<L><HI>Even</HI> Schi&s;maticks <HI>in Him could find no</HI> Blame;</L>
<L>London, <HI>bewails his lo&s;s, whil&s;t Heaven in Love</HI></L>
<L>Tran&s;lates him to the Hierarchy <HI>above.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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