An elegiack tribute to the sacred dust of the reverend and worthy Mr. Seaborn Cotton pastour of the Church of Christ at Hampton in New-England: who was discharged from his work and office, to be admitted into heaven, April 20th, 1886. Tompson, Edward, 1665-1705. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B30812 of text W15117 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. 7 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 B30812 80924634 Wing T1869 ESTC W15117 80924634 ocm 80924634 192097 2240872086

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B30812) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 192097) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; 1641-1700 ; 2899:50) An elegiack tribute to the sacred dust of the reverend and worthy Mr. Seaborn Cotton pastour of the Church of Christ at Hampton in New-England: who was discharged from his work and office, to be admitted into heaven, April 20th, 1886. Tompson, Edward, 1665-1705. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed by Samuel Green, [Boston : 1686] Signed: Edward Tompson. Imprint suggested by Wing. Imperfect: folded and mutilated with slight loss of text. Reproduction of original in the Massachusetts Historical Society Library. eng Cotton, Seaborn, 1633-1686 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Elegiac poetry, American -- 17th century. Broadsides -- Massachusetts -- 17th century. eebo An elegiack tribute to the sacred dust of the reverend and worthy Mr. Seaborn Cotton : pastour of the Church of Christ at Hampton in New-England: who n/a 1686 1 988 35 0 0 0 0 0 354.25 F The rate of 354.25 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2011-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2011-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2012-01 Sampled and proofread 2012-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2012-05 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN Elegiack Tribute to the Sacred Dust of the Reverend and Worthy Mr. SEABORN COTTON Pastour of the Church of Christ at HAMPTON in New-England : who was discharged from his Work and Office , to be admitted into Heaven , April 20th 1686. AMong the weeping wailing Mourners drove , I come to shew my weakness , yet my love . I shan't I can't refrain when Grief bids speak , And Sorrow forces : I choose to seem weak Rather than stupid ; and not for to show What he deserves and what my Fancies ow Unto his Horse , which wants no Verse , to whom A Diapason of each Muses Moan Is a due Tribute . Yet Griefs passions spent Are cas'd when broach't , cured when they have vent . If tears & fears , or Moans & Groans were verse , How would I , could I , should I grace the Herse Of this vast soul ; of which th' unworthy earth Was ner'e so much as honour'd with the Birth . The grandest birth are Amphurite had : To rock his Cradle Angels they were glad . By Winds & Waves , & prosp'rous … s before Heav'n sent by Sea this heav'n-born soul to shore Whose Worth who●● Works , whost Life and well-spent Dayes I need to imitate but not to prais● I ever hated flatt'ring of the dead . ( Without all fraud ) it may , must , shall be se'd He was a Gemm , Joy , Jewel , Head and Hand , Light , Life , Stay , Staff , & Oracle of our Land . Hard things he eas'd , obscure he brought to Sight , Feet to the lame he was : to Blind a Light . Ears ' to the deaf . Strength to the feeble Knee . A Mouth to dumb . A Churches eye was hee . Hands to the helpless ones . Stay to the Weak . The ●aint he cheer'd : to wicked swords he 'd speak . An heart to heartless . A Souls guid , to keep And fright off wolves & wicked from Christ's sheep . He dr●v & drove , woo'd , warn'd with all his might Mens souls , by love , by fear , by force , by Fright . Never had Body such a Soul within● Vice-hater , and a Thunder-bolt to Sin ? Oh how he studi'd , prea●h● , teacht , practis'd too ! His w●rds , works , ●ight & life together grew . A Mi●●ur and a Master-peice of Art . His h … was full of Light , of Grace his heart . He did not seek the Churches Goods but Good : 'T was them not theirs he sought . O what a brood His sed'lous care , love , labour , bred , fed , rais'd ! What earth does hide , in heaven will be prais'd . Modest , mild , meek was he . A gracious grave Pattern and Patron . Souls to strive to save He m●de his work his wages . Souls to gain He n●●e grutcht time , labour , life , strength or pai● To make souls start , smart , feel to heal , he spar'd No cost , no means : let Heav'n regard , reward . One while he 'd draw , then thunder , yet anon He 'd bring to calm souls an Anodynon . ●carce second to an Angel was his Tongue 〈◊〉 wonder how he tarried here so long , When fitted for the Angels company ; ( That high , that holy , heavenly Hierarchy ) That he wasn't hous'd before , but left to slay Till ominous sins did fright this Saint away . Well may the earth grow waste when heav'n grows full The world may well grow bad when God does call And choose & sift the good from bad . Lord bare A while , and fetch not till we can such spare . What ere thou take , don't take our spiritual bread , F●om which our eyes have light , our souls are fed . We 've lost a Guild midst sinful sullen times , Which are uneven , and won't stand in Rhymes ; ●ho in home feuds kept an unblas't heart ●hich steady stood ; nere faild , nere fell nor , ●…art . ●armless himself demean'd without Offence : ●hewing great Wis●om , yet great Innocence . In his last Sermons Raptures , Ecstasies Did him transport unto the azure Skies . 〈◊〉 heard good Authors say that then were near him , That Angels might come down & croud to hear him . That Worthies leave us to our Overthrow , ●hese are bad Symptomes of a future Blow . ●●xorable Death and Heavens Frown ●●uff out our Lights , Pillars , Posts , Propps cut down . ●ur happy Hap , Hope hopeful , Help , Joy , Crown Death's fatal blow ( in him ) at once cut down . What to the COTTONs Stock N-England owes Earth cannot tell : in Heaven we shall know When souls come there . The mean while I may say , We may talk of our debts , tho' we can't pay . Tho' earth has Cossin'd up most of the studs , ●est be the Heavens wee have yet some buds 〈◊〉 the same Stock . Heavens waters make them shoot ●●d shew the world they came of COTTONs Root . ●●d save our souls , Thy Frowns , our Fears remove , ●●rn away Wrath and Rods , and give us Love . Moestus composuit et posuit Edward Tompson . — Fretum vitae gaudente carina tranavit — tutum tenet anchora portu● Nunc hilaris Ventos ridet tumidasque 〈◊〉