An Elegi[e] on the death of the Most Reverend Father in God, Gilbert late Arch-Bishop of Canterbury Primate, and Metropolitan of all England, &c., who deceased the 9th of this instant November, 1677. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A38971 of text R36072 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E370A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A38971 Wing E370A ESTC R36072 15599640 ocm 15599640 104043 2240949400

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A38971) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 104043) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1591:2) An Elegi[e] on the death of the Most Reverend Father in God, Gilbert late Arch-Bishop of Canterbury Primate, and Metropolitan of all England, &c., who deceased the 9th of this instant November, 1677. 1 broadside. Printed for John Smith ..., London : 1677. In verse. Imperfect: creased and torn with some loss of print. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Sheldon, Gilbert, 1598-1677 -- Poetry. eebo An Elegi[e] on the death of the Most Reverend Father in God, Gilbert late Arch-Bishop of Canterbury Primate, and Metropolitan of all England, &c., who [no entry] 1677 1 561 14 0 0 0 0 0 249.55 F The rate of 249.55 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGI On the Death of the Most Reverend Father in God , GILBERT Late Arch-Bishop of CANTERBURY Primate , and Metropolitan of all ENGLAND , &c. Who Deceased the 9th . of this Instant November 1677. OH horrid Death ! how didst thou Man invade ? Or how without Creation wast thou made ? Still for thy Crimes we can no Justice get , But all our Glory in the Grave does set , Neglected , Worms our pomper'd Bodies tear , And in soft murmures quarrel for their share : In silent darkness we are wasted soon , And Death no better is for what is done . Prodigious Thief ! that cou'd in one sad hour , Rob Virtues Garland of its choicest Flow'r ! Was there no more to feast thy Tragick eye , But CANTERBURY through the Shades must flie ? Thy Malice now can injure us no more , Then Winds do ruin'd Abbeys where they roar . SHELDON is dead ! that fatal whisper sounds Dreadful to 'th Ears , as to the Heart are wounds : And to the wise more easless Terrour brings , Then Whales or Comets do to sickly Kings . Under Great CHARLES he was the Christians hope , He baffled Sectaries , and still'd the Pope ; Of whose Devotion , far more care has been Of Temple's Beauty , then of Rites within ; And like a Taper on the Altar , He Wasted Himself , by letting others see : So Gallant , Generous , and Noble too ; His Charity did Charity out-do . He never ask'd the needy Questions o're , But rather gave'em e're they did Implore . To Strangers , Kind , Courteous to every Man ; To Noble Friends a faithful Jonathan : His Kindreds Glory , and his Countre'ys Lig●● A Pious Wonder in his Princes sight . In all his Actions he so Justice priz'd , He seem'd a Paradice Epitomiz'd ; A sweet Euphrates , still watring all That we may Virtuous or Religious call . But now he 's vanisht from our dropping eyes . And left the World to be his Sacrifise : Yet still his Body does remain below , Which ( as his Soul ) did highly merit too From holy Bodies we receive our good , But where the Soul lives is not understood . In Pinks and Roses ●●e rich odours smell Yet mind not whereabout in them they d●●●● Then to his Grave kind Mourners Homag● 〈◊〉 Since it incloseth the Caelestial Clay : Cast down frail Men your pensive eyes , and 〈◊〉 The Sacred Relique with your Tears be w●● It is more honour to deplore his Fate , Then to be seated in a Chair of State . And now pure Saint look from thy glorio Exhale ! the Anxious Mists that in sad 〈…〉 Crown'd with fresh joys of Angels ; ta 〈…〉 Fold up thy Arms , and shrink into Jove 〈…〉 In that bright Mansion thou wilt safe ab●●● There is no Clouds that can thy Glory h●●● 〈…〉 We 'l all attend thee when Fames Trump 〈…〉 And Souls do to their scatter'd Bodies go . FINIS .

LONDON , Printed for John Smith Book-seller in Great Queen-street , 1677. 102.