An elegy on the much lamented death of Dr. Sanderson, late Lord Bishop of Lincolne, who deceased the latter end of January, 1662 Ja. H. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A45464 of text R43225 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H60). 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 A45464 Wing H60 ESTC R43225 27047018 ocm 27047018 109929 2240873651

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A45464) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 109929) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1718:34) An elegy on the much lamented death of Dr. Sanderson, late Lord Bishop of Lincolne, who deceased the latter end of January, 1662 Ja. H. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for W. Gilbertson ..., London : 1663. Text enclosed in mourning border. Signed: Ja. H. Reproduction of original in Bodleian Library. eng Sanderson, Robert, 1587-1663 -- Poetry. eebo An elegy on the much lamented death of Dr. Sanderson, late Lord Bishop of Lincolne, who deceased the latter end of January, 1662 Ja. H 1663 1 533 4 0 0 0 1 0 262.66 F The rate of 262.66 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-02 Sampled and proofread 2008-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ELEGY On the Much Lamented DEATH of D R. SANDERSON , Late Lord BISHOP of Lincolne , Who Deceased the latter end of January , 1662. BRing hither Sacrifice , and Feral Yue , The sacred pavement with deaths Frondage strew . The Malign Cypresse , and sad Myrtle Bough That wreath the mighty Libitina's Brow Sprinkle with pious Tears , the Dew of Love ; With suppliant sighs , her slanting Garland move . In soft procession let us obvious meet The insulting Foe , and gently her intreat ; The insulated tribe advance before , And with propitiating words adore , And for the Altars do thy self Devote . When will the unhallow'd doom of death surceas When will the Prelates Fatall Bill decrease ? Far more contagious then that pest'lent Heat Of zeal , which but their Honours did unseat . Their precious lives did propagate the Creed , Instaur'd the Church by living Martyrs seed ; But this Barbarian rage the Flamins Kills , And robs the Church with complicated Ills ; The Church int's infancy , not yet matur'd , Beyond the sense of what it had indur'd . For scarce the common woe was over blown , When the sad Church distinctly weeps her own , If the pale Horse drive on this furious rate , Time will o're taken be and faulter Fate ; Nor will succrescent strength so fast succeed ; As soon will pillars rise from bending reed . What heavy ta●k then hath this muse to mourn , In this most useful blessed Bishops Urn ? This Age's unable , or unfit to grieve , Knows not where to begin or where to leave ; Horrour becomes the times that passed are , Treasures of grief relieve not present care ; And who so bold to undertake the Debt , That to th' account of future time is set ? And will run up to such a vast arrear , That Pearls w'ont pay if grief could crust a Tear . As Moses , who the Wildred Jewes did guide , On Nebo mount in sight of Canaan dy'd , And was enterd wher 's grave could not be found That murmurers might not Idolize the Ground ; So Heaven resumes this our great Leader hence , And leaves the late gain-sayers in suspence ; Fain would they Honour Goodness they confess But 〈…〉 sacred Order 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Whose Institution being next divine , Leavs the ungrate , lost in a fond designe . But who thy Title to thy worth oppose , Do the whole Orders brighter Fame disclose .
EPITAPH . HEre lyes Conscience enshrin'd , To its first excellence refin'd ; There under lyes the Solemne League , And Presbyterian Intrigue ; Whose Ashes passing his strict Sift , There ' s not a Scruple of 'um left : He prov'd , the Kings successe and force Was plac'd in Reason and Discourse , Death took upon it to declare the Rest , By its Resolving of this Casuist .
Ja. H.

LONDON , Printed for W. Gilbertson at the Bible in Giltspur-street , 1663.