An Elegie upon Dr. Tho. Fuller that most incomparable writer, who deceased August the 15th M.DC.LXI. / sic mœret James Heath. Heath, James, 1629-1664. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A39175 of text R41956 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E452). 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 A39175 Wing E452 ESTC R41956 19731091 ocm 19731091 109392 2248555526

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A39175) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 109392) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1698:51) An Elegie upon Dr. Tho. Fuller that most incomparable writer, who deceased August the 15th M.DC.LXI. / sic mœret James Heath. Heath, James, 1629-1664. 1 broadside. [s.n.], London printed : M.DC.LXI [1661] In verse. Within mourning border. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Fuller, Thomas, 1608-1661 -- Poetry. Elegiac poetry, English. eebo An Elegie upon Dr. Tho. Fuller that most incomparable writer, who deceased August the 15th M.DC.LXI. sic mœret James Heath. Heath, James 1661 1 508 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGIE UPON D R THO. FULLER That most Incomparable Writer , Who Deceased August the 15 th . M. DC . LXI . ROom for a Saint , set open Heavens Gate , Here comes the AUTHOR of the Holy State . See with what Train and Troops he now ascends Of Blest acquaintance , and Coelestial Friends ! Blest Ones , he comes to make your number more , His Life did much , his Death improves your store ; Such modest merit crowds not for a seat , Bliss covets to be FVLLER and compleat . A Cherubs wing hath soar'd him to this Hight , And Heaven is now in stead of Pisgah Sight : His Holy War but now is finished , When the reward of Glory crowns his Head . Each Tract ( like Jacob's Ladder ) still did rise , Directed Souls , and fixt them in the Skies : There are his Books transcribed and compriz'd Within the Book of Life Epitomiz'd : And if th' Herculean Labours found a place Assign'd in Heaven by the Gods , then Grace So well employ'd and exercised here Will shine far brighter in its Glories sphere . The kinder Parcae yet forbore the Thred Of that Invincible ; till Vice was dead , And he had quell'd the Monsters , and supprest All growing Ills , and set the World at rest : But this our Hercules was snatcht from hence I th' middle of his * * An excellent Piece in folio now in the Press . Work , while in defence Of squalid Vertue through Injurious Age Gainst monstrous Antiques he a War did wage ; Broke off its Adamantine bonds of Sleep , The Dusty Marbles could their guests not keep : Had rouz'd our World again , and Truth appears Like Stoln Goods , by jarring of the years . Prodigious Luxury of Cruel Death To stifle Thousands through His loss of Breath ! Who shal redeem our * * The Worthies general of England is the Title of the said Book . WORTHIES from the grave When he is gone who them alone could save ? Oft have we strain'd Caligula's wish , to make Death odious for some great and good mans sake But here how truly sad it fits our Turn Where Fate is multiply'd in FVLLER's Urn. Take then the Triumphs of his Noble Pen To tell the World the Learned'st are but Men ; And that the rescue of their worth from Time Death in his Fate hath made acap'tal crime . But know Illustrious Soul that we do see Those higher Reasons which transported thee From the black Art of Dark Antiquity To th' Speculation of Eternity : Let the Beatitudes there fill thy Mind While we 'r content with what thou leav'st behind ; And if forgetful be , or sparing Fame , Thy ART of MEMORY shall preserve thy Name . Sic moeret JAMES HEATH .

LONDON , Printed M.DC.LXI .

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