A fvnerall elegie vpon the mvch lamented death of that most reverend, pious, and judiciovs divine John Polyander of Kerckhoven, doctor and cheife [sic] professor of divnitie [sic] in the famous Vniversitie of Leyden, and there the 8th time magnificus rector. Brunsell, Samuel, 1619 or 20-1688. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A77717 of text R175629 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B5232A). 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. 3 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 2017 A77717 Wing B5232A ESTC R175629 45578191 ocm 45578191 172145 2248521546

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A77717) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 172145) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2615:40) A fvnerall elegie vpon the mvch lamented death of that most reverend, pious, and judiciovs divine John Polyander of Kerckhoven, doctor and cheife [sic] professor of divnitie [sic] in the famous Vniversitie of Leyden, and there the 8th time magnificus rector. Brunsell, Samuel, 1619 or 20-1688. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [S.l. : ca. 1646] Signed: Samuel Brunsell. Date of publication suggested by Wing. Reproduction of original in the Bodleian Library. eng Polyander à Kerckhoven, Johannes, 1568-1646. Elegiac poetry, English. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. A77717 R175629 (Wing B5232A). civilwar no A fvnerall elegie vpon the mvch lamented death of that most reverend, pious, and judiciovs divine John Polyander of Kerckhoven, doctor and c Brunsell, Samuel 1646 1 455 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. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A FVNERALL ELEGIE VPON THE MVCH LAMENTED DEATH OF THAT MOST REVEREND , PIOUS , AND JUDICIOVS DIVINE JOHN POLYANDER OF KERCKHOVEN , DOCTOR AND CHEIFE PROFESSOR OF DIVNITIE IN THE FAMOUS VNIVERSITIE OF LEYDEN , And there the 8th time MAGNIFICUS RECTOR . WHat 's seldome seene makes wonder : Then admir'd His life must bee , whose Lease so late expir'd . But Death is Common . True ; yet soe to die Or live , transcends the common destinie Of mortalls : None so free from blame or sin , That most admire hee 'd not immortall beene . And so hee is ; while neuer-dyinge Fame Fat he winde , or wing , or trumpe to sound his name . But ( since wee finde a change in things belowe Which some call Death , and fewe desire to knowe , When two deare consorts part , and must remove Though closely knit in euer constant love ) Tell mee Great soule , what made 〈◊〉 quit the seat Of thy soe long abode ? Did burning heat Consume it ? No . Wa'st cold ? That drives all in , Andwilt thou out ? woulde it had warmer been ! The pillars firme , the Fabrick stood upright , Noe prop supportinge it ; the windowes light , Noe senseles sense : Those organs all in tune , And thou theyr Harmonye , but breathles , soone That musick stopt expires , confused noise Succeeds , and mixt with greif's lamenting voice , Sighs , sobs & cries , fret the tormented aire Chok't with complaints of sadnesse and despaire ; While freinds bewaile a freinde whome none did spite But that unletterd foul-mouth'd Carmelite . Children a tender Father , and a wife Her selfe in him that was her soule and life : His flock a watchfull Pastor , wandring youth A certaine guide ; and thou nere-conquerd Truthe A valiant Champion to defend thy right ‛ Ganist hell-scortcht Atheists which would dimme the light Of that God-Sonne of Heauen . Schollers greive His death by whome theyr priviledge did live : And nowe theyr sun's Eclip'st . Flie chearfull light , Or wrapt in clouds of an infernall night Hang all the world in black ! Some wanton eye Might Else perhaps theyr nakednesse espie . Thus all lament , but Hee triumphant sings Sweet Hallelujahs to the King of Kings . Much haue wee lost , but hee much more hathe won , Wee sawe the candle , hee beholds the Sun . Hee 's glad , wee sad ; and'tis a common crosse , That none doe gaine but by anothers losse . SAMUEL BRUNSELL .