A poem occasioned by the sudden death of the Reverend Dr. William Bates. Humbly offer'd to his memory Walwyn, Herbert. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A97090 of text R232333 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W676). 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 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A97090 Wing W676 ESTC R232333 99897708 99897708 137646 2240926226

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. A97090) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 137646) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2522:4) A poem occasioned by the sudden death of the Reverend Dr. William Bates. Humbly offer'd to his memory Walwyn, Herbert. [2], 2 p. printed, and sold by A. Baldwin, near the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-lane, London : 1700. Attributed by Wing to Herbert Walwyn. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Bates, William, 1625-1699 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A poem occasioned by the sudden death of the Reverend Dr. William Bates. Humbly offer'd to his memory. Walwyn, Herbert 1700 6 566 3 0 0 0 0 0 53 D The rate of 53 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2009-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-09 Sampled and proofread 2009-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

A POEM Occasioned by the Sudden Death OF THE REVEREND Dr. WILLIAM BATES .

Humbly Offer'd to His Memory .

LONDON : Printed , and Sold by A. Baldwin , near the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-lane . 13. Januar. 1700. / 699

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THE following Verses ( which were Written an Agony of Just Sorrow for so Great a Dea●●●●ve been ever since delay'd , in Expectation of a Be●●●●●●rformance on the Subject .

A POEM On the Reverend Dr. William Bates . OFT does the Afflicted Muse attempt to Sing Great Bates thy Death , but flags th' endeavouring Wing : She knows not how to manage her Surprize , Or let my Tongue take notice of my Eyes , But Artless Tears descend in Briny Showers , And quench Her Vital Fire , and drown Her Powers . Grief , heavy Grief , sits on my lab'ring Breast , And will not let me Speak , nor let me Rest . O that with Sorrow equal to his Worth , I could dilate the Tidings round the Earth ! Albion should hear , and every distant State , Within the Universal Bill of Fate , Should know that Bates , th' Immortal Bates , is flown All on a sudden ! In a Moment gone ! Some mighty Business wanted him in Heaven , Something wherein his Judgment must be given , How to Exalt their Maker's endless Praise , And from his Attributes new Wonder raise . Oft had the list'ning Angels heard him Teach These Things on Earth in their Seraphick Speech , And now to Heav'n their Voted Member fetch . His ripen'd Virtues could no longer stay , But in Elijah's Chariot haste away , Without the Grievance of a slow Decay . But who , Ah! who can follow in his Steps ? Who can renew the Go●d for which he weeps ? I fear his † † 2 King . 2.14 . Mantle is not to be found , To stop the rapid Streams in which we 're drown'd : This is our lasting Argument of Grief , That Sorrow now must be its own Relief : And ev'n our Tears , Great Man , fall short of thee , We want thy Self to write thy Elegy : Thy tuneful Accents , and thy flowing Sense , Majestick Stile , prevailing Eloquence ; Those Thousand Beauties which for Ever shine Throughout thy Works , and prove them to be thine , ( That is ) which prove them to be all Divine , Those Gifts we want , but those with thee retired , And we are by a Gloomy Power inspired ; A Mournful Genius revels in our Thought , And our swoln Lungs with blackest Sighs are fraught : For thee we struggle with perpetual Sighs , Storms in our Hearts , and Flouds upon our Eyes , And not a Muse can regulate our Woe , Or lend assistance to one painful Throe . Far off methinks I see the drooping Nine , In sad Consult about the Great Design ; Each taking to her self her several Part , In order to reduce tumultuous Woe to Art ; But all in vain , their Vehicle is Dead ; And their Conceived Thoughts , are Thoughts that cann't be said . FINIS .