Abel redevivus or, The dead yet speaking. The Lives and Deaths of the Moderne Divines. Written by severall able and learned Men (whose names ye shall finde in the Epistle to the Reader.) And now digested into one Volumne, for the benefit and satisfaction of all those that desire to be acquainted with the Paths of Piety and Virtve [by Thomas Fuller] |
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The Life and Death of Paulus Fagius.
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The Life and Death of Paulus Fagius.
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[Our first applauses unto Bucer wee]
Our first applauses unto Bucer wee
Ascribe, the second we bequeath to thee,
Whose knowledge in the holy dialect,
A fame eternall will to thee erect.
Ascribe, the second we bequeath to thee,
Whose knowledge in the holy dialect,
A fame eternall will to thee erect.
In that thou first didst bid the world godnight,
Thou seem'st inferior to that burning light,
But being first with heavens glory cround
Thou dost appeare a Saint more worthy found;
Thou seem'st inferior to that burning light,
But being first with heavens glory cround
Thou dost appeare a Saint more worthy found;
In other things both fitly did agree
Both faithfull preachers of his veritie,
Both painfull Sowers of the heavenly graine,
Both blest with good successe, it sprung againe.
Both faithfull preachers of his veritie,
Both painfull Sowers of the heavenly graine,
Both blest with good successe, it sprung againe.
Wherefore God blest you both with honor high
And cloath'd you both with immortality.
And cloath'd you both with immortality.
O happy soules though heaven keepe you there
Your fame shall ever be intombed here.
Your worthy praises all the earth shall know,
Divulged by our Muses here below.
Your fame shall ever be intombed here.
Your worthy praises all the earth shall know,
Divulged by our Muses here below.
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[Reader, behold, here stands before thine eye]
Reader, behold, here stands before thine eye,The perfect Embleme of true gravity:
Turne from his face, then read, and thou shalt finde
The rare endeavours of a serious minde.
He was a man, whose ever-active heart
Was alwayes digging in the Mines of Art;
And (like a Bee) he labour'd every houre
To sucke some Hony from each spreading Flowre.
Twas not the face of poverty could fright
His soule from goodnesse; Heaven was his delight,
And earth his scorne: he study'd how to give
A life to Language, and make Uertue live.
It is not unfit, that he, whose Workes affords
So many Languages, should want for words.
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