I creep and tremble ere I come to pay my pious off'ring to thy hallowed clay: ... This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06843 of text S1412 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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. 5 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 B06843 60827772 ocm 60827772 182436 2240870720

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06843) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182436) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:5[47]) I creep and tremble ere I come to pay my pious off'ring to thy hallowed clay: ... 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [S.l. : 16--?] Title from first two lines of text. Imperfect: cropped, affecting title and imprint? Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Elegiac poetry, English -- 17th century. eebo I creep and tremble ere I come to pay my pious off'ring to thy hallowed clay: ... anon 1650 1 624 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. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
I Creep and tremble ere I come to pay My pious Off'ring to Thy hallowed Clay : Nor can the slender Tribute of my Verse Be Ornament sufficient to Thy Herse : Onely the Honour that I owe Thy Name Gives my Muse breath , and yeilds my Fancy flame . Juxon ! Hah , what of Him ? is dead : You lye , Sordid Report , 'gainst Truth and Memory . Can He that was the Subject of all Pens , The Laws , the Prophets , and the best of Mens , Be said to Die ? How gross is the Mistake ? Banish those Mists of Errour , and awake Your Sluggish Reason : He that not long since Cloth'd the Church in its Prim'tive Innocence , And gave a Life to every Childe she had , Cherisht the Good , and did convert the Bad , Had all His Learning wrapt in Purity Of Doctrine , and His Life Sincerity ; Can He be said to Die ? Base Envy , No : He lives , though none of Thine would have it so . He that the Sacred Hand of Majestie Did stamp for good , can He be said to Die ? He that hath seen the worst that Death could do Without a Shrink , as did His Soveraign too . His Vertues were His Refuge and His Guard , That were against all Dangers still prepar'd . Of such it may be said , Death onely can Touch at the Carcase , but not reach the Man . He that was with Temptations roundly set , Yet prov'd His Princes untouch'd Cabinet : The Jewels there inclos'd were never known Till blessed CHARLES the Heir did claim his own . Oh happy Prince in such a faithful Peer , Send You more such : but there are few , I fear . He that in time of danger stood unmov'd , Firm as a Rock , and constant where He lov'd , Whom nothing could corrupt or draw aside From th' Principles for which his Master dide ; Can He be dead ? What doth that word imply ? Be not deceiv'd , the Righteous cannot die . And though the Clergie may Lament and Weep , Yet They do know the Saints are said to Sleep . Forbear your Griefs then , spend not Tears in vain , He 's gone where none can call Him back again ; Where you must follow if you live as well ; If not , take tother Road , and then farewel . He lay but Leidger here to manage things Of great Concernment for the King of Kings ; And now is summon'd to His Home , to do Business of State You yet cann't reach unto . But Lambeth mourns , and ( now ) to me appears An Inundated Town o'er-flown with Tears , Salt , and Corroding , as Griefs Limbeck can Distil them down the Cheeks of ev'ry Man ; As though their Griefs were so intemp'rate grown , They would comply both with the Month & Moon . Away with your ungrateful Sorrow , know The Knowledge that You have He did bestow ; And such Provision He hath left by 's Care , Of godly Ministers You need not fear . And more to comfort You , know He is gone To put the Robe of Resurrection on ; And be a Witness to appease the Blood Of Strafford , Laud , and Charles the Just and Good , Featly and Hewyt , Vowel , and the rest , And there with Them to live among the BLEST .