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At the death of the right honourable Sir J. Wisehart of Pettarro Kn.
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At the death of the right honourable Sir J. Wisehart of Pettarro Kn.
The world it is, a Theater and Men,
The Actors are, vpon this statelie stage;
Whereof some yong, some midlings, now, and then,
Some in the verie Euening of their age,
Presents themselfs, preparde to play their page;
Yet in a moment, suddenlie, and soone,
As poasting Palmers, poast a Pilgrimage,
They dryving o'r, we dow, decerne, haue doone.
And glyds into the Graue, the Den of Death,
That each one for his place retering hath.
The Actors are, vpon this statelie stage;
Whereof some yong, some midlings, now, and then,
Some in the verie Euening of their age,
Presents themselfs, preparde to play their page;
Yet in a moment, suddenlie, and soone,
As poasting Palmers, poast a Pilgrimage,
They dryving o'r, we dow, decerne, haue doone.
And glyds into the Graue, the Den of Death,
That each one for his place retering hath.
Yet Death, nor this the Graue vnto the good,
Nor should affright, no nor dismay them must,
Albeit the boulke, the marrow, bons, and blood,
They reconvert in Ashes, Earth and Dust.
For Iesus Christ, th'Omnipotent and just,
From both he struke the sting, and stayd that strife,
To all that in his mercies truelie trust,
And plainlie made them Ledders vnto life:
Whereby to Heaven, that glorious Scene t'ascend,
Triumphand Actors ever more but end.
Nor should affright, no nor dismay them must,
Albeit the boulke, the marrow, bons, and blood,
They reconvert in Ashes, Earth and Dust.
For Iesus Christ, th'Omnipotent and just,
From both he struke the sting, and stayd that strife,
To all that in his mercies truelie trust,
And plainlie made them Ledders vnto life:
Whereby to Heaven, that glorious Scene t'ascend,
Triumphand Actors ever more but end.
Men should not then, too much bot measure mourne,
Nor for their Friends, impatientlie deplore;
Who as they take, long ere their Time returne,
And goe to graue, their hours prefix'd before,
Wherein they doe their Maker moue the more,
Whill thus at his appointments they repine,
And with their groning derogats his glore,
Which in his great Synedrione divine,
H'apoints that all, that ever breathd, and bee,
Should ere they liue, taste the first death, and dee.
Nor for their Friends, impatientlie deplore;
Who as they take, long ere their Time returne,
And goe to graue, their hours prefix'd before,
Whill thus at his appointments they repine,
And with their groning derogats his glore,
Which in his great Synedrione divine,
H'apoints that all, that ever breathd, and bee,
Should ere they liue, taste the first death, and dee.
Death is the Port of Peace, Restrent from strife,
Place of Repose, Conclaue of all Content:
The gate to Glore, the Line that leeds to Life,
The way of flesh, that worldlings ever went,
It was the battering Bombard Iesus bent,
To break and brvse the Serpent and our Sin.
Jt was the Ramme, that Heauens-strong Ramperds rent
To make Men mount, and easilie enter in:
In Sion sure, saif sanctified for Them,
The heavenlie, holie, new Ierusalem.
Place of Repose, Conclaue of all Content:
The gate to Glore, the Line that leeds to Life,
The way of flesh, that worldlings ever went,
It was the battering Bombard Iesus bent,
To break and brvse the Serpent and our Sin.
Jt was the Ramme, that Heauens-strong Ramperds rent
To make Men mount, and easilie enter in:
In Sion sure, saif sanctified for Them,
The heavenlie, holie, new Ierusalem.
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