To the memory of my dear friend and brother, Mr. William Taylor, late preacher of the gospel in St. Stephens Coleman-Street T. C. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B08611 of text R173311 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C142AA). 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. 9 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 5 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B08611 Wing C142AA ESTC R173311 62369056 ocm 62369056 187813 2240867476

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B08611) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 187813) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2845:10) To the memory of my dear friend and brother, Mr. William Taylor, late preacher of the gospel in St. Stephens Coleman-Street T. C. 4 p. s.n., [London : 1661?] Caption title. Signed: T. C. Place and date of publication suggested by Wing (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in: Harvard University. Library. eng Taylor, William -- Death and burial. Funeral sermons -- England -- Early works to 1800. Sermons, English -- 17th century. eebo To the memory of my dear friend and brother Mr. William Taylor, late preacher of the gospel in St. Stephens Coleman-street. [no entry] 1661 10 1317 2 0 0 0 0 0 15.19 C The rate of 15.19 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2011-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2011-10 Sampled and proofread 2011-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2012-05 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
To the Memory of my dear Friend and Brother , Mr. William Taylor , late Preacher of the Gospel in St. Stephens Coleman-street . IS Taylor dead ? Taylor of Coleman-street ? That learned Orthodox Divine , that sweet Evangelist ; that true Nathaniel , An Israelite , in whom no guile did dwell : Simple , yet Compounded , vertues combin'd Within his heavenly bosome were enshrin'd . Who can compute our loss ? for in this one We , truly , seem to lose a Million . Strife was 'twixt's 's Life and Doctrine t' inherit The Preeminence , either did it merit ; But 't was concluded , to decide the strife , Life was in his Doctrine , Doctrine in his life : He taught by both , his Congregation , He Doctrine Preach't , liv'd the Application . So great a Student , one would think that he Neglected had his publique Ministry , And yet in publique , so did he abound , You 'd think no time for study could be found ; Save that the hearer well might judge that he Such notions never Preach't Extemporie . Some for op'ning the Text , do passing well ; Others in Application do excell ; Some men with skill in Languages abound , In th' Antient Fathers others are profound . Some for School-Divinity , famous are , Some Practical , some for Polemik rare , The gift of some doth most in Prayer lie , In Preaching others claim their exc'llency : Taylor excell'd in All , as if that He Of All these gifts had the Monopoly . Sweet in converse , deligh●ful , but not vain ; Nothing impure did his Communion stain . Humble , but not buse ; Grave , but not austere ; Not rash , but valiant ; joy was mixt with fear . Meek in his own Cause , but in Gods so stout , The Zeal thereof did wholly eat him out . Psal. 69. 9. His bounty had undone him , but that he Did give in Faith , as well as Charity . He ey'd the Promise which saith not in vain , * * Prov. 11. 25. He that waters , wat'red shall be again . Thus he * * Isa. 32 8. thriv'd by giving , for thereby , The bread which Love did break , Faith did break , Faith did multiply . Cases of Conscience , skilful to untie He was , and balm to wounded souls apply . His dear Relations so fulfil did he With fruitful influence , and Piety , That Wife , Children , Servants , Familiars All Rising up early , did him Blessed call . Faithful he was to his Religion , His Principles , Trust , and his Commission . Faithful to Christ , till death , nothing could make That precious Saint once to prevaricate ; Not Wife , or Children , nor of all most dear , His Ministry ; Nothing did lie so near His heart as th' interest of Christ : For Him Death in its horrid'st shape had welcome bin . Nothing too dear for Christ : He knew full well , Christ had redeem'd him from the lowest Hell . In short , this was the Value of the man , Each mans p●rfection made his Anagram . And is he gone ? Let England mourn , 'cause she Hath lost a Mourner , a true Jeremie ; Another Elijah , who for her sake , Intercession unto God did make Vncessantly . Let London weep a tear , Because a light is fallen from her Sphere , Of sweetest influence , and perfection , No single Star , but a Constellation . Yea , let his Orphane Congregation weep Forth sad laments ; Now left as sheep Without their Shepherd ; Let Wife and Children moan , Her Guide of youth , Her Bosome-Teacher's gone ; Their Father , who by Paul-like Prodigie Chang'd Sex , and travell'd , their New-birth to see . Let Friends lament , to whose Arcana He Was wont both Ark and Oracle to be . And oh that mine head were waters , mine eye Of tears a fountain day and night to cry My sad complaints , for loss of such a Friend , Who as another Soul to me hath bin . Credere unam animam in duobus esse divisam . Min. Hel. Octav. At the report of so sad a story , Who can forbear , * * Jer. 22. 18. Ah Lord , and ah his glory ! This Aggravates our sorrows , that his Sun Did set at Noon , before his work was done . Before his work was done ! I must unsay That word , His work was done in half his day : So fast he wrought , and being girt with might , Thought his task to double 'fore 't was night ; Death snarl'd , yet fearing th' encounter ; at length Layes Ambush for him ; and consumes his strength By lingring sickness , promising thereby A Consumption . Unto himself the easier Victory . But was no means applied in due time , To have prevented Death's fore-seen design ? Why were not Learned Physitians feed To consult his Cure ? Ah , there was no need ; Of so great worth , so much belov'd was he , They feed Him , their Patient for to be : That Proto-Medicus of Court , sans compare , Invites him home , to be his Bosom-Care , And Studies him with such anxiety , As , if Taylor liv'd not , Himself must dye . But all in vain : Then where Physitians end , Divines begin ; whole dayes in prayer they spend , As Luther for Miconius once did pray . Melch. Ad. As if they mean't not God should say them nay ; Not like success ! Prayer , that could command The * * Josh. 10. 12 , 13. Sun stand still once an whole dayes space , and Bring * * 2 King . 20. 11. back the shade in King Ahaz Diall , By ten degrees gone down , could not recall The Setting Sun of holy Taylors life ; Nor all the cryes , of Children , or of Wife : His work was done ; Then said his Lord to him , * * Mat. 25. 21 , 22. Well done Good Servant , Faithful thou hast bin , In what is less , Come take thy Robe and Crown , And * * Rev. 3. 21. Reign with me for ever on my Throne . A joyful word it was ; for when as he Death , as his Fathers Messenger , did see Make his approach , He , Welcome Death , did cry , Welcome my best friend , welcome Eternity . But Death retreating ; much he did complain , Death retreating ; much he did complain , As one near Shore , hurl'd back into the Main Of Disappointment ; ceased not to mourn , Untill eft-soon Death hast'ned his return ; And from the Court of Heaven , his fiat brings : Then Bowing head Swan-like ( this Song ) he sings , Into thy hands , Lord , I commit My spirit , which is thy due , Psal. 31. 5. For why thou hast redeemed it , Oh Lord my God most true . I 'le say no more , but add to Balaam's wish , LET HIS LIFE BE MINE , * * Numb. 23. 10. my last end like His. Sic maerens flevit T. C.