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 EARLY AMERICAN POETRY 
 
 A POEM AND AN ELEGY 
 
 BY COTTON MATHER 
 
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III. 
 
 Early American Poetry 
 
 A POEM AND AN ELEGY 
 
 BY 
 
 COTTON MATHER 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 THE CLUB OF ODD VOLUMES 
 
 1896 
 
Copyright, 1S9G, 
 By the Club of Odd Volumes. 
 
 Sanibtrst'tg ^irrgs: 
 John Wilson and Son, Cambridge, U.S.A. 
 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Preface (James F. Hunnewell) 9 
 
 Poem on Mr. Urian Oakes 15 
 
 Elegy on Mr. Nathanael Collins 35 
 
 MaG8581 
 
TWO POEMS BY THE REVEREND 
 COTTON MATHER. 
 
 COTTON MATHER was not only one of 
 the most distinguished men in his own 
 time and place, but he remains known as one of 
 the most prominent among the earlier American 
 authors. Grandson of Richard, a well known 
 minister; son of Increase, who was more eminent; 
 born February 12, 1663, in Boston; graduate of 
 Harvard in 1678, — he had a busy life of sixty- 
 five years, throughout all of it maintaining high 
 position in his native land. 
 
 Exceptionally endowed, learned, and industri- 
 ous, interested in many subjects, and with a wide 
 acquaintance, he became the most voluminous 
 writer in the Provincial period. Theologian, 
 memorialist, historian, he also essayed, in his 
 earlier years, to be a poet. Among his published 
 
lo Introduction to two Mather Poems. 
 
 works, numbering nearly four hundred, two are 
 in verse. While all have become scarce or rare, 
 these two may be considered unique, for no other 
 copies are known. In the present series of the 
 earliest and rarest American poems it seemed 
 very desirable that they should be reproduced. 
 They were owned by the late George Brinley, 
 of Hartford, and when Part I. of his library 
 was sold in 1879, they were bought by the late 
 C. Fiske Harris for his probably unrivalled col- 
 lection of American poetry, now belonging to 
 Brown University in Providence. The writer, 
 through the kindness of his friend, Reuben A. 
 Guild, LL.D., librarian emeritus, and the cour- 
 tesy of the librarian and authorities, was enabled 
 to procure written copies. These were very 
 carefully made by an expert, Miss Georgiana 
 Guild, who has also read the printer's proofs from 
 the originals, so that they are accurately shown 
 here, page for page, and line for line, in their 
 pristine incorrectness of type and peculiarity 
 of composition. 
 
 Whatever may be thought of their literary or 
 other value, or lack of it, they show the very 
 
Introduction to two Mather Poems. 1 1 
 
 early work of their author, and what at their 
 date and birthplace was supposed to be fit offer- 
 ing to the Muses and tribute to the honored 
 dead. No works could now be rarer, few more 
 curious — or harder to read. Like some of the 
 stones in our old burial-grounds, they should 
 be preserved and made more widely known for 
 just what they are, since they are among the few 
 monuments dating from the spring-time and 
 planting of a great nation. 
 
 When aged only twenty-two. Cotton Mather 
 became a colleague with his father in the North 
 Church, Boston, and he died its senior pastor. 
 Through his pastorate of more than forty years 
 his labor and influence were notable in all the 
 phases of life and thought. Like other men of 
 marked individuality and of prominence, he has 
 been a subject of opinions diverse and even 
 partisan. One fact, however, is notable : the 
 works of scarcely an author in our language 
 since Shakespeare are now sought with more 
 zeal, or at higher prices. To the collector he 
 has a special interest, for he was himself a 
 collector, as well as scholar. He added much 
 
12 Introduction to two Mather Poems. 
 
 to a family library that was one of the three 
 best in Provincial New England, and that was 
 inherited and long kept by his son. Many hun- 
 dreds of its volumes are still preserved by the 
 American Antiquarian Society; more of them 
 have had a fate mysterious or unknown. 
 
 The two works reproduced in this volume 
 commemorate two ministers who were in their 
 time prominent in New England. 
 
 The Reverend Urian Cakes, who was born 
 in England in 1631, came to America in 1634, 
 and graduated at Harvard in 1649. He returned 
 to England, where he was a preacher, and was 
 silenced in 1662. Again he came to America, 
 and began pastoral labor in the church at Cam- 
 bridge, November, 167 1, where he was installed 
 February 3, 1680. From April, 1675 to 1679, 
 he superintended Harvard College, and then 
 was its president until his death in Cambridge, 
 July 25, 1 68 1. Cotton Mather thought that he 
 was a " faithful, learned, and indefatigable " pre- 
 sident, and Quincy (I. ^i^^-, nearly two centuries 
 later, had the same opinion. He was also a 
 poet, and a better one than Mather. His Elegy 
 
Introduction to two Mather Poems. 13 
 
 on Shepard far surpasses the works in this vol- 
 ume, and, it is proposed, will be reproduced in 
 the fourth of the present series. 
 
 The Reverend Nathaniel Collins was born in 
 Cambridge, March 7, 1641-2, and graduated at 
 Harvard, 1660. In 1668, at Middletown, Con- 
 necticut, he was ordained the first minister of 
 a church with " ten male members including 
 himself." The meeting-house was " twenty feet 
 square, ten feet from sill to plate, and . . . en- 
 closed with palisades for a safeguard against the 
 Indians." (Sibley, II. 58.) He died December 
 28, 1684. One of his sons, John, married Mary, 
 a daughter of the regicide Dixwell ; another, 
 Nathaniel, was the first minister of Enfield, 
 Connecticut. (Allen, 250.) 
 
 JAS. F. HUNNEWELL. 
 
A POEM 
 
 !De<Hcated to the f^demary 
 
 OP 
 The Reverend and £xcdloir 
 
 tKe fate Paftor to ChriCts Flockj 
 and Pr«f/c?cntoFHarvard-C6lIcdge, 
 
 in (^amhricfge, 
 
 Who was gathered hj his People on is^ s»i« l6?i« 
 In the /i%*th Year of his Age 
 
 xSam. 25^. I. And SAMUEL 4«<^, a/iJ4/?' 
 the Ijraditeswet^gatkertdhgetket J ^nd I/tmented 
 him- 
 
 Sanicntw Vcftcs, Gemtna* frangcutav, ct^tirum j 
 CaTinlna quam trtbuunbfamaperennis Crit OP^rcL 
 
 Magna dalxt qui magna potcft ^ mihi par wa poicnti 
 
 J^OSTON ^ NEyr-XNGZAtip, 
 Prinrtd for 3re»ii| ^g^i:^. 1 ^8 2. 
 
TO THE 
 
 READER 
 
 Worthies to Praife is a Praife-worthy thing ; 
 Chrift did it ; and will do it ! And to Sing 
 The Elogyes of Saints departed in 
 The Rhythm of Elegyes, has alwayes been 
 Efieemed Reafon ! David bids me go 
 My Chrifiian Reader\ and like him do fo. 
 
 Cotton Embalms great Hooker ; Norton Him ; 
 And Norton'i- Herfe dds Poet-Wilfon trim 
 With Verfes : Mitchel writes a Poem on 
 The Death of Wilfon ; and when Mitchel 's gone, 
 Shepard with ftiriral Lamentations gives 
 Honour to Him : and at his Death receives 
 The like from the [Hke-Maro] Lofty Strain 
 Of admirable Oakes ! IfJiould be vain 
 To thrust into that gallant Chorus : Pride 
 Neer made mee fuch an Icharus : / cryd 
 (9/" good Exemples [Ahimaaz his Thought^ 
 How if I fhould run after them? And brought 
 Thefe as a Pattern, and a Flea, for what 
 / do ; that my crofs Reader blame me not. 
 
 But why fo late? my N^nia's y2?»^^ will deem 
 Both out of Time, a7id Tune ! To fome I feem 
 Grief's Refurrection to effay; and bee 
 yust like the Trojans who came late to fee 
 
 A2 And 
 
To the Reader . 
 
 And forrow with Tiberius ! — Only this 
 Shall be Reply d\ The fond Bookfeller is 
 Now guilty of this Papers ravifliment 
 When long fipprest : Give him thy D if content ! 
 BOSTON. Si?ice Oakes [as Homer) has all Places Claim; 
 Anagr. Let Boftoii too fovgct its Anagram ! 
 
 SOB NOT. 
 
 Memoirs 
 
(I) 
 
 Memoirs 
 
 of the Life and Worth : 
 
 Lamentations 
 
 for the Death, and Lofs 
 
 of 
 the every way admirable 
 
 Mr. URIAN OAKES. 
 
 WEep with me, Reader ! Never Poet had 
 His Quill employ 'd upon a Theme fo fad 
 As what juft Providence (Grief grumble not) 
 Do's with black Warrant Prefs mee to ! O what ? 
 This ! OAKES is dead ! One of the bittreft Pills 
 (Compounded of three Mo7iofyllables) 
 That could have been difpenfed! Abfalom 
 Sure felt not more Dijlrefs, Death, Danger, come 
 
 With the three Darts of Joab ! 
 
 Blefl ShadeX an Univerfal Tax of Sorrow 
 Thy Country ows thee ! Ah ! we need not borrow 
 The Prceficas: Say, Oakes is dead\ and there! 
 There is enough to fqueefe a briny Tear 
 From the mofl fhnty Fli^it: Once at the Blow 
 Of Mo/es, from a Rock a Stream did flow ; 
 But look ! th' Almightyes Rod now fmites us home 
 Oh ! what Man won't a Mourner now become? 
 
 Dear 
 
(2) 
 
 Dear Saint ! I cannot but thy Herfe bedew 
 With dropping of fome Fiinral Tears ! I Rue 
 Thy Death ! I mull, My Father \ Father ! fay, 
 Our Chariots and our Horfemen where are they ? 
 I the dumb Son of Crce/us 'fore mine Eyes 
 Have fett, and will cry when my Father dyes. 
 Oh ! but a Ver/e to wait upon thy Grave, 
 A Ver/e our Cujlome, and thy Friends will have: 
 And mufl I bme my Tears? ah! fhall \ fetter 
 My Grief, by ftudying for to mourn in Metre} 
 Mull too my cloudy Sorrows rain in Tune, 
 Diftilling like the foftly Showrs of yime} 
 Alas ! My Ephialtes takes me ! See 't ! 
 I ftrive to run, but then I want my feet. 
 What fliall I do ? Shall I go invocate 
 The Mufes to mine aid ? No ; That I hate ! 
 The fweet New-England- Poet rightly faid, 
 Mr. M. Wig-// is a most Unchriflian Ufe and Trade 
 /'r^/"^D. d! Of fome that Chriflians would be thought. If I 
 Call'd Help, the Mtifcs mother Memory 
 Would be enough : He that Remembers well 
 The Ufe and Lofs of Oakes, will grieve his fill. 
 I h'd rather pray, that Hee, in whofe jull Eyes 
 The Death of his dear Saints mo^ preciofe is, 
 And Hee who helped David to bewail 
 His y on! than, would not my Endeavours fail. 
 
 A fprightly Effort of Poetic k Fire 
 Would e'en Tranfport mee to a mad Delire : 
 How could I willi. Oh ! that the nimble Stm 
 Of thy Ihort Life before thy Day was done 
 
 Might 
 
(3) 
 
 Might backward Ten Degrees have moved ! or 
 Oh ! that thy Corps might but have chanced for 
 To have been buried near ElifJias bones \ 
 Oh ! that the Hand which rais'd the Widows Son, 
 Would give thee to thy Friends again ! But, Fy ! 
 That Paffion s vain ! To fob, Why didst thou dy ? 
 Is but an IriJJi Note: Death won't Reftore 
 His Stolen Goods till Time fhall be no more. 
 
 Shall I take what a Prologue Homer hath 
 Lett mee Relate the Heavenly Powers wrath ? Muviv, Ofc. 
 
 Or fhall I rather join with yeremie, 
 And o're our great and good Jofiah figh, 
 
 that my Head were waters, and mine Eyes 
 A fountain were, that Hadadrimmons Cryes 
 Might bubble from mee ! O that Day and Night 
 For the Slain of my People weep I m,ight ! 
 
 Ah ! why delay I ? Reader, flep with mee, 
 And what is for thee on Griefs Table fee 
 Memoria Prceteritorum. is 
 The DifJi I call thee to : Come tafte of this. 
 Oakes was \ Ah ! miferable word ! But what 
 Hee was. Let Never, Never be forgot. 
 Beleeve mee once. It were a worthy thing 
 Of 's Life and Worth a large Account to bring 
 To publick View, for general Benefit. 
 
 1 would effay (with Leave, Good Reader) it, 
 So far as feet will carry mee ; but know it 
 
 From firft to laft, Grief never made good Poet. ovid. 
 
 Hee that lasht with a Rod could verfify, 
 Attain'd, and could pretend far more than I ! 
 
 Short 
 
(4) 
 
 Short was thy Life\ Sweet Saint! & quickly run 
 Thy Race ! Thy Work was, oh ! how quickly done ! 
 Thy Dayes were (David's meafure) but a Span; 
 Five Tens of Years roll'd fince thy Life began. 
 Thus I remember a Gi'-eek Poet Rhimes, 
 They zuhom God Loves are wont to dy betimes. 
 Thus VVhit'ker, Perkins, Prejion, Men of Note, 
 Ay! many fuch, Never \.o fifty got. 
 And thus (7?^^/^^/ New-England !) many Seers 
 Have left us in the akme of their Years. 
 Good Soul ! Thy Jefus who did for thee dy, 
 In Heaven longed for thy Company. 
 Non Annis, ^^d let thy Life be meafur'd by thy Deeds, 
 
 fed Factis vt- •' -^ n • • 
 
 vuftt mortaks. Not by thy Tcars ; Thy Age iirait nothmg needs. 
 Divert, My Pen ! Run through the Zodiac 
 Of Oakes his Life: And caufe I knowledge lack 
 Of mofl Occurrents, let mee now and then 
 Snatch at a Paffage worthy of a Pen. 
 
 Our Mother England, ev'n a Village there 
 {Fuller, infert it!) did this Worthy bear. 
 Over the Ocean in his Infancy 
 His Friends with him into New-England ^y : 
 Here, while a lad, almoft a miracle 
 (As I have heard his Aged Father tell) 
 Sav'd him from drowning \n a River: Hee 
 Would (guefs) a Miracle and Mofes bee. 
 Now did Sweet Nature in him fo appear 
 A Ge7itlewoman once cry'd out, If ere 
 Good Nature could bring unto Heave7i, then 
 Thofe wings would thither carry Urian. 
 
 Prompt 
 
(5) 
 
 Prompt Parts, and early Piety now made 
 Men fay of him, what once obfervers faid 
 Of great yohn Baptiji, and of Ambrofe too, 
 To what an one wilt this Jlrange hif ant grow} 
 Her Light and Cttp did happy Harvard giwo. 
 Unto him ; and from her he did receive 
 His Two Degrees: (A double Honozcr to 
 Thee (Harvardl Own it\) did by this accrue !) 
 So being furniflit with due burniflit Tods 
 The Armour and the Treafure of the Schools, 
 To Temple-woi^k he goes : I need not tell 
 How he an Hiram, or Bezaleel 
 Did there approve himfelf ; I 'le only add 
 Roxbury his Jirji-fruits {Jir/l SermoJi) had. 
 
 Some things invite: Hee back to England gOQS'y 
 With God and Man hee there in favour growes; 
 But whilft he lives in that Land, Tichjield cryes 
 Come over. Sir, and help us\ He complyes: 
 The Starr moves thither! There the Orator 
 Continu'd charming fmful mortals for 
 To clofe with a fweet Jefus: Oh! he woo'd, 
 He Thundred: Oh! for their eternal good 
 How did he bring the Promifes, and how 
 Did he difcharge flafhes of Ebal} Now 
 Hee held Love's golden Scepter out before 
 The Humble Soul; Now made the Trumpet xo^^x 
 Fire, Death, and Hell againft Impenitent 
 Defp'rates, untill hee made their hearts relent. 
 
 B There 
 
Col. N. 
 
 (6) 
 
 Praiucendo There did hee merit Sibss Motto, / 
 pereo. ^ust like a Lamp, with lighting others dy. 
 Ah ! like a Silk-worm, his own bowels went 
 To ferve his Hearers, while he foundly fpent 
 His Spirits in his Labours. O but there 
 He muft not dy (except Death Civil) Here 
 (Why may n't we Sigh it! here dark Bartholmew 
 This gallant and heroic Witnefs flew. 
 Silenct he was ! not buried out of fight ! 
 A worthy Gentleman do's him invite 
 Unto him; and like Obadiah, hide 
 Him, dear to them with whom he did refide, 
 Finding his Prayers and Prefence to produce 
 An Obed-Edom's blefling on the Houfe. 
 A Spirit of great Life from God do s enter 
 Within a while into him: Hee do's venture 
 To fland upon hisfeet: Hee prophefy's; 
 And to a Congregation Preacher is, 
 Join'd with a loving Collegue; who will not 
 Be buried, till Symmons be forgot. 
 
 But our New-England-Cambridge wants him, and 
 Sighs, " Of my Sons none takes me by the hand, 
 " Now Mitchell gone ! Oh ! where 's his parallel? 
 " Call my Child Urian \ Friendly Strangers tell 
 " An OAKE of my own breed in Englaitd is, 
 " That will fijpport mee Pillar-like ; and this 
 " Muft be refolv'd ; I 'le Pray and Send\ Agreed! 
 Meffengers go! and calling Council, fpeed! 
 
 The 
 
(7) 
 
 The good Stork over the Atlantic came 
 To nourifli and cherifh his Aged Dam. 
 
 Welcome! great Prophet ! io New -England ^\oxq\ 
 Thy feet are beautiful\ A number more 
 Of Men like thee with us would make us fay, 
 The Moral of Mores fam'd Utopia 
 Is in New-England\ yea, (far greater!) wee 
 Should think wee TwiJ/esgue/s accomplifht fee, 
 When New yerufalem comes down, the Seat 
 Of it, the wafl America will bee V. 
 
 CambridgeX thy Neighbours mufl congratulate 
 Thy Fate ! Oh ! where can thy Triumvirate 
 Meet with its Mate? A Shepard\ Mitchell then 
 An Oakes ! Thefe Chryfofloms, thefe golden Men, 
 Have made thy golden Age\ That fate is thine 
 (To bee blejl with the Suns perpetual Shine) 
 What Sylvius fais of Rhodes. Sure thou mayfl call 
 Thy Name Capernauml But oh! tXiefall 
 Of that enlightened Place wee '1 humbly pray 
 
 Dear Lord ! Keep Cambridge from it ! 
 
 But Quill ! where fly 'ft thou ? Let the Reader know 
 Cambridge {oviiQ. years could this brite y^ze/^/fhow, 
 Yet here a Quartane Ague does arreft 
 The Churches Comfort, & the Countryes Refl. 
 But this (Praife Mercy) found fome Aguefrighter, 
 Hee mends, and his Infirmity grows lighter, 
 Ev'n that his dear Orefles fmil'd. So f mall 
 Your Illnefs, you V as good have none at all. 
 
 B2 Well 
 
(8) 
 
 Well ! the poor Colledge faints ! Harvard almoft 
 (An Amnejly cvyQsJk !) gives up the ghofl ! 
 The branches dwindle ! But an OAK fo near 
 May cherilh them ! 'T was done! The gloomy fear 
 Of a loji Colledge was difpell'd! The Place, 
 The Learning, the Difcretion, and the Grace 
 Of th?i\. greal Charles, who long fince (lept & dy'd 
 "^Chfunce^^ Lov'd, and Lamented, worthy Oakes fupply'd. 
 B.D. His Nurfe \\^ fuckles ; and the Ocean now 
 
 Refunds what th' Earth in Rivers did beflow. 
 Pro Tempore (a fad Prolepfiis) was 
 For a long time his Title ; but juft as 
 Wee had obtain'd a long'd for Alteration, 
 And fixt him in the Prcejident's firm Station, 
 The wrath of the Eternal wields a blow 
 At which my Pen is gaftred ! 
 
 (and Try ! 
 
 But Up! — Lord! wee 're undone! — Nay! Up! 
 Heart ! Vent thy grief \ Eafe Sorrow with a Sigh ! 
 Lett 's hear the matter! Write de Tri/libus\ 
 
 Alas ! Enough ! Death hath bereaved us \ 
 
 The Earth was parch't with horrid heat: We fea'rd 
 The blajls of a Vaft Comet's flaming Beard. 
 The dreadful Fire of Heaven inflames the blood 
 Of our Elijah' carrying him to God. 
 Innumerable Sudden Deaths abound ! 
 Our OAKES a Sudden blow laid on the ground, 
 And gives him bleffed Capefs wifli, which the 
 Letany prayes 'gainfl, To dy Suddenlie. 
 
 The 
 
(9) 
 
 The Saints hope to have the Lord^s Tadk {pre3.d; 
 
 But with aftonifhment they find him dead 
 
 That uf'd to drea^ the Bread of Life: O wee 
 
 Deprived of our Miniflers often bee 
 
 At fuch a Seafon. Lord, thy Manna low 
 
 In our blind Eyes we fear is wont to go ! 
 
 The Man of God at the firft Touch do's feel 
 [With a Pr^fage'] his Call to Heavens weal; 
 Hee fits himfelf for his last Conflict ; Saw 
 The ghaftly King of Terrors Icy claw ; 
 Ready to grapple with him ; then he gives 
 A Look to him who dy d and ever lives ; 
 The great Redeemer do's difarm the Snake; 
 And by the Hand his faithful Servant take, 
 Leading him thorow Death's black Valley, till 
 Hee brings him in his arms to Zions Hill. 
 FaWn Pillar of the Church ! This Thy Tranflation ^Lachrym^ i 
 Has turn'd our Joyes into this Lamentation\ 
 Sweet Soul ! Difdaining any more to trade 
 W\t\\ feflily Organs, that a Prifon made, 
 Thou 'rt flown into the World of S 021 Is, and wee 
 Poor, flupid Mortals lofe thy Companie. 
 Thou join'ft in Confort with the Happy gone, 
 Who (happ'er than Servants of Solomon) 
 Are ftanding round the Lamb's illuflrious Throne * o faUcem 
 Converf.ng with great I/r'el's-Holy-One. ,S'i,f/r»t 
 
 Now could I with good old Grynaus * fav Concihum pro- 
 
 ^ fi-CtfcCLT ' Ct €X 
 
 " Oh ! that will be a bright and gloriofe Day, hac Turba, &- 
 " When I to that Affembly come ; and am cedam.""' 
 
 " Gone from a world of guilt, filth, forrow, fhame ! 
 
 I read 
 
 Iltnc nice 
 
(lO) 
 
 I read how Swan-like Cotton joy'd in Thought, 
 That unto Dod, and fuch he fhould be brought. 
 Wovj But linger diQdXhs grim looks could not fright 
 Becaufe twould bring him to the Patriarchs Sight 
 (Well might it be fo ! Heathen Socrates 
 In hopes of Homer, Death undaunted fees.) 
 Who knows but the Third Heaven may fweeter be 
 Thou Citizen of it! (dear Oakes^}) for thee? 
 Sure what of Calvin Beza faid ; and what 
 Of thy forerunner Mitchel, Mather wrote, 
 I 'le truly add, Now Oakes is dead, to mee 
 Life will le/s fweet and Death le/s bitter bee. 
 Lord ! Lett us follow ! 
 
 Nay! Then, Good Reader! Thou and I mufl try 
 To 7>^^^ his Steps\ Hee v^dWi Exemplar ly\ 
 Plato would have none to be praif 'd, but thofe 
 Whofe Praifes profitable wee fuppofe: 
 Oh ! that I had a ready Writers Pen, 
 (If not Briareus hundred HandsX) and then 
 I might limn forth a Pattern. Ah ! his own 
 Fine Tongue can his own worth Defcribe alone 
 That 's it I want; and poor I ! Shan't I fliow 
 Kxii^^ptetl ^^^^ ^^ r^2iXi, whom a7i Hero hired to 
 Forbear his Verfes on him \ Yet a lame 
 Mephibojheth will fcape a David''s blame. 
 
 Well! Reader! Wipe thine Eyes! & fee the Man 
 (Almofl too /mall ^. word!) which Cambridge can 
 
 Say 
 
(") 
 
 Say, I have loft ! In Name a Drujius^ 
 And Nature too! yea a compendious 
 Both Magazine of worth, and Follower 
 Of all that ever great and famofe were. 
 A great Soul in a little Body. (Add ! 
 In a fmall NutJJiell Graces Iliad) 
 How many Angels on a Needle's point 
 Can ftand, is thought, perhaps, a needlefs Point: 
 Oakes Vertues too I 'me at a lofs to tell: tSeetke Parai- 
 
 In fhort, Hee was New-England' s t SAMUEL ; the'/'s Epiftie 
 And had as many gallant Propertyes sermon '^^o/ 
 
 As ere an Oak had Leaves ; or Argus Eyes. i^r. Oakes. 
 
 A better Chrijiian would a miracle 
 Be thought! From moft he bore away the Bell\ 
 Grace and good Nature were fo purely mett 
 In him, wee faw in Gold a Jewel fett. 
 His very Name fpake Heavenly; and Hee Umnus, 
 
 Vir fui Nominis would alwayes bee. Owpoi/m. 
 
 For a Converfe with God ; and holy frame, 
 A Noah, and an Enoch hee became. 
 Urian and George are Names aequivalent; 
 Wee had Saint George, though other Places han't. 
 Should I fay more, like him that would extol 
 Huge Hercules, my Reader '1 on me fall 
 With fuch a check; Who does difpraife him} I 
 Shall fay enough, if his Humility 
 Might be defcribed. Witty Atijlin meant 
 This the Firjl, Second, and Third Ornament, 
 Of a Right Soul, fliould be efteem'd. And fo ^Sojinid by 
 Our Second Mofes* Humble Dod^ cry'd, Know Burroughs 
 
 Jufi 
 
(12) 
 
 yust as Humility mens Grace will bee. 
 
 And fo m-uch Grace fo much Humilitie. 
 
 Ah ! graciofe Oakes, wee faw ihto. Jloop ; wee faw 
 
 In thee the Moral of good Natures Law, 
 
 That the full Ears of Corn fliould befid, and grow 
 
 Down to the ground : Worth would Jit alwayes low. 
 
 And for a Gojpel Minijler, wee had 
 In him a Pattern for our Tyros ; Sad ! 
 Their Head is gone: Who ever knew a greater 
 Stude7it and Scholar} or beheld a better 
 Preacher and Prcejident ? Wee look't on him 
 As jferom in our (Hungry) Bethlechem ; 
 A perfect Critic in Philology ; 
 And in Theology a Canaan s Spy. 
 His Gen ral Learning had no fewer Parts 
 Than the Encyclopc^dia of Arts: 
 AHquis/«Om-The old Sav, //^<? that fomet/mtg is in all, 
 
 wi/^z^j-, Nullus -^ , . , . -, , 
 
 in Singulis. Notht7ig s m any; JNow goes to the wall. 
 
 But when the Pulpit had him ! there hee fpent 
 Himfelf as in his onely Element: 
 And there hee was an Orpheus : Hee 'd e'en draw 
 The Stoftes, and Trees: Auflin cryes, If I faw 
 Paul in the Pulpit, of my Three Defires 
 None of the leafl {to which my Soul af^ires) 
 Would gratify d and granted bee. Hee might 
 Have come and feen't, when OAKES gave 
 
 {Cambridge Light. 
 Oakes an U7Zcomf or table Preacher was 
 I muft confefs! Hee made us cry, Alafs\ 
 In fad DefPair ! Of what? Of ever feeing 
 A better Preacher while tvee have a beei^tg. 
 
 Hee 
 
(13) 
 
 Hee\ oh! Hee was, in Doctrine, Life, and all 
 
 Angelical, and Evangelical. 
 
 A Benedict and Boniface to boot, 
 
 Commending of the Tree by noble Fruit. 
 
 All faid, Our Oakes the Double Power has 
 
 Of Boanerges, and of Barnabas : 
 
 Hee is a Chriflian Neflor\ Oh ! that wee 
 
 Might him among us for ///r^<? Ages fee! 
 
 But ah ! Hee 's gone to Sinus Abrahce. 
 
 What fhall I fay? Never did any fpitt 
 
 Gall 2it this Gall'lefs, Guile-lefs Dove ; nor yet 
 
 Did any Envy with a cankred breath 
 
 Blaft him : It was I 'me fure the gen'ral Faith, 
 
 Lett Oakes Bee, Say, or Do what e're he wou'd, 
 
 If it were OAKES, it mull be wife, true, good. 
 
 Except the Sect'ryes Hammer might a blow 
 
 Or two, receive from Anabaptifis, who 
 
 Never lov'd any Man, that wrote a Line 
 
 Their naught, Church-rending Caufe to under- 
 
 Yett after my Encomia/lick Ink (mine. 
 
 Is all run out, I muft conclude (I think) 
 
 With a Dicebam, not a Dixi ! Yea, 
 
 Such a courfe will exceeding proper bee : 
 
 The y^ews, whene're they build an Houfe, do leave 
 
 SovciQ part Imperfect, as a call \.o grieve 
 
 For their deflroyd feruslem \ I 'le do so ! 
 
 I do't! 
 
 And now let fable Cambridge broach her Tears! 
 {They forfeit their own Eyes that don't; for here 's 
 
 C Occafion 
 
ANAGR. 
 
 (14) 
 
 Occafion fad enough !) Your Sons pray call 
 All Ichabod; and Datighters, Marah ! Fall 
 Down into Sack-cloth, Dull, and Afhes ! (To 
 Bee fenfelefs Now, Friends, Now ! will be to fhow 
 A CRIME & BADG of Sin and Folly^) Try 
 YoMx fruit fulnefs under the Miniftry 
 Of that kind Pelican, who fpent his Blood 
 To feed you ! Dear Saints ! Have ye got the Good 
 You might? And let a Verfe too find \\it. Men 
 ^\iofiyd a Sermon ! Oh ! Remember when 
 Sirs ! your Ezekiel was like unto 
 A lovely Song ^(Bee n't deaf Adders you) 
 One with a pleafant Voice ! and that could play 
 Well on an Infirunient\ And i' n't the Day, 
 The gloriofe Day, to dawn (ah ! yet !) wherein ^ 
 You are drawn from the Egypt-graves of Si^i > 
 Compelled to come in ? Forfhame come in ! ) 
 Nay ! Join you all ! Strive with a noble Strife^ 
 To pub lift both in Print (as well as Life) 
 Your preciofe Paftor's Works ! Bring them to view 
 That wee may Honey taft, as well as you. 
 But, Lord! What has thy Vineyard done, ih^it thou 
 Command'fl the Clouds to rain no more? O Ihevv 
 Thy favour to thy Candlefiick ! Thy Rod 
 Hath almofl broke it : Lett a Gift of God, 
 Or a fmcerely Heaven-touch't Ifraelite 
 Become a Teacher in thy Peoples fight. 
 
 At lafl I with Licenfe Poetical 
 (Reader! and thy good leave) addrefs to all 
 
 The 
 
(15) 
 
 The children of "^thy People ! Oh ! the Name 
 
 Of Urian Oakes, New-England ! does proclame anagr. 
 
 SURE I AN OAK was to thee ! Feel thy Lofs ! 
 
 Cry, {Why forfaken, Lord\) Under the Crofs! 
 
 Learn for to prize Survivers ! Kings dejlroy 
 
 The People that Embaffadors annoy. 
 
 The Counfil of God's Herald, and thy Friend, 
 
 S^Bee wife\ Conjider well Iky latter EndV\ Elect. Serm. 
 
 O lay to heart ! Pray to the heavenly Lord 
 
 Of til Harvest, that (according to his Word) 
 
 Hee would thrujl forth his Labourers: For why 
 
 Should all thy Glory go, and Beauty dy 
 
 Through thy default? 
 
 Lord! from thy lofty Throne 
 
 Look down upon thy Heritage ! Lett none 
 Of all our Breaches bee unhealed ! Lett 
 This dear, poor Land be our ImmanueV?, yett ! 
 Lett 's bee a Gofhen Hill ! Reflrain the Boar 
 That makes Incurfions ! Give us daily more 
 Of thy All-curing KS)^mV from on High! 
 Lett all thy Churches flourifh ! And fupply 
 The almoll Twenty Ones, that thy Jufl Ire 
 Has left without Help that their Needs require ! 
 Lett not the Colledge droop, and dy ! O Lett 
 The Fountain run ! A Doctor sive to it ! 
 Mofes's are to th' upper Canaan gone ! 
 Lett fofliuds Succeed them ! goes when one 
 Elijah, raife Elishds\ Pauls become (room! 
 DiffolvdX with Chrift! Send Timthees in their 
 
 C2 Avert 
 
 * This word stands corrected (or changed) thus : 4ky. 
 It is copied thy like the original text. 
 
(i6) 
 
 Avert the Omen, that when Teeth apace 
 
 Fall out, No new ones fliould fupply their place ! 
 
 Lord ! Lett us Peace on this our Ifrael fee ! 
 And ftill both Hephjibah, and Beulali bee ! 
 Then will thy People Grace \ and Glory ! Sing, 
 And every Wood with Hallelujalis ring. 
 
 N. R. 
 
 Vixere fortes a^ite Agamemnoiia 
 
 Multi ; fed illachrymabiles 
 
 Urgentur ignotiq ; longa 
 
 Node ; carent quia Vate facro. Hor. 
 
 Non ego cuncta meis amplecti Verfbus opto. virg. 
 
 Ingens laudato Poema : 
 
 Exiguum legito \ Caii. 
 
 Qui legis i/la, tuam reprehe7tdo, fi mea laudes 
 
 Omnia, Stultitiafu : Si nihil. Invidiam. Owen. 
 Non poffunt, Lector, niulta; eniendare LiturcB 
 
 Verfus hos ncfiros : UnaLiturapotfl. Martial. 
 
 Advertifement. 
 
 THere is to be fold by fohn Browning, at 
 the Corner of the Prifo7t-Lane next the 
 Tovvn-Houfe, a Sermon of the late Reverend 
 Mr. URIAN OAKES, preached from EccL 9. 
 II. Shewing that Fortune and Chance are infalli- 
 bly determined by God: By which alone, it 
 might appear that the Elogyes of him are not a vain 
 Hyperbole; but as it were, the Eccho of thofe Words 
 which his Works fpeak concerning Him. 
 
AN ELEGY 
 
 ON THE REVEREND 
 
 MR. NATHANAEL COLLINS 
 
AN 
 
 N The Much-to-be-deplored DEATH 
 F Thetc Never-tO'BC'forptten P ERSON, 
 
 Thi?, Reverend 
 \Uv. NATJiANj4EL COLLlNSj 
 
 1 Who After he had been many years ^ faithful 
 Pailor to the Church at MtMdown of 
 
 Conn€ci'}ci*t in Nnv-England^ 
 
 about the Party third year of his Age Expired -^ 
 
 On 28?/^. io> /iioneth 1684-. 
 
 I Teftor-i ChriftianHm\jlc dechrijiiano vera prefer re 
 
 Hier. Epift. Panlae • 
 
 Stc ochIos, fie ilk manuS'i fc oraferebat. 
 Di^num laiidi ^irum mafa 'vetat morl. Borar 
 
 BOSTON in NEW.ENgLAND 
 
 Printed by Richard Puree for Obadtab CiU. 
 Anno Chrifti 1685. 
 
Reader ; 
 
 TO Lament the Dead in Verfe, having been 
 even from the Dayes of David until Now^ 
 in fome fort almofl as Common as Death it 
 felf, an Apology for that thing at this time 
 is a/together fiiperfluous : Nor have the Noblefl 
 Hands difdained to fcan Potetical meafures on 
 their Fingers, tho'' an Annatus has derided a 
 Twifs for not counting that Exercife beneath 
 him. But there feems more needful an Excufe 
 for the meanefs of this Compofure^ which is born 
 before its Time from a Brain difuf'd to fiich 
 Performances ; in which / have been fo farr 
 from the accuracy of Virgil, who having laid out 
 eleven years upon his i^ineids, after all judged 
 them not polifhed enough to be publifhed, that 
 a few ftolen hours were all I had to J})ape them 
 in^ and to which / could never have been drawn^ 
 if the Subject of thefe Rhythmes, had like the 
 Gentleman in Thuanus upon his Death-bed., given 
 fufficient caution That his Herfe fhould not be 
 burdened with bad Funeral verfes. For this, 
 my utmoji Plea is^ That the fen fe o/'Duty, awak- 
 ened by the invitation of others hereunto., has 
 
 produced 
 A 2 
 
To the Reader. 
 
 produced this Rapfody,yor a Cenfure on which ^ 
 I appeal from Curiofity to Candour, expecting 
 no Laurel on this occafion but what I merit by 
 my good Affection to the Memory of a True If- 
 raelite worthy to be had in Everlafting Re- 
 membrance. 
 
 C. M. 
 
(I) 
 
 FUNERAL-TEARS 
 
 At the Grave of The much Defired 
 And Lamented 
 
 Mr. NATHANEEL COLLINS? 
 
 Who changed Death for LIFE^ 
 December 28. 1684, 
 
 — But (hall he unobferved fteal away ? 
 Or Ifrael not afford an hand to lay {a) 
 An Evil-boding Death to heart? no Son 
 Of All the Prophets u^hen Elijah's gone 
 Look after him ? 
 
 Forbid this^ Heaven / Showr 
 On a bereaved Clod of Earth a povfr 
 To yield a fpire of grafs (b) whereon may grow 
 The Name of COLLINS^ help a verfe to Jhoiv 
 His Vertues^ as that Flock acknoiuledged 
 Their Doe (c) tuhen to the Spicy Mountains y?^^. 
 Affi/i mee^ thou who haji engaged the Juft 
 J Memory, (d) to whom the precious duji 
 Of Saints Diffolv'd remains united / 
 
 I SIGH the Fate for which our broached eyes 
 Spend floods of brine ; at which a dire furprife 
 Of a foul-chilling horrour doth invade 
 The Soul not Jlone before ; at which are made 
 In ferious minds as many ivounds as were 
 To Ccefar {e) given. Reader, (hake to hear ; 
 
 The 
 
 (a) Jfai. 57. I. (b) alhifton to the poetical fancy 
 0/ Ajax (c) Dorcas, Act. 9. 39. (d) Pfa. 112. 6. 
 {e) nvho?n the Roman conjpirators * 
 
 [Note. * Only the upper part of this last line is discernible. 
 The page has the appearance of having been mutilated and pieced 
 down in some way with other paper. — " whom the Roman confpira- 
 tors" is easily deciphered. — "flew with" is also quite evident. 
 The next word (or number.') is illegible. The last word is without 
 doubt "wounds."] 
 
(2) 
 
 The DEATH of COLLINS tis. He dead without 
 A Paper winding fheet to lay him out ! 
 A (hame. O that Egyptian Odours^ and 
 Embalmers too (f) were now at my command ! 
 I want them. But Hyperboles withdraw, 
 Be gone Licentious Poets. What I faw 
 On this occafion let fome countrey Rymes 
 That call a Spade a Spade^ tell after-Times. 
 
 DEPRIV'D of Charrets & of Horfmen too, (^) 
 I on the wings of Contemplation flew ; 
 Into the howling defart thus I went. 
 The cut-off garden (h) where our David fent 
 His Jheep to feed and fold, from which he drave 
 The Rav'nous Tigre-brood^ in which he gave 
 His herds a Reji at noon, (i) On fordans Banks 
 I meant to fit with Thoughts on this and Thanks. 
 But there found I an Elect Lady^ (k) There 
 Grov'ling in Afhes, with difhev'led hair. 
 Smiting her breaft, black'' d with a mourning drefs, 
 Refembling mother Sion in dijirefs ; (1) 
 Or like a Rachel in a BethPem plight, (m) 
 But with a Beauty glittering too, that might 
 The Features fliow that Judah's preaching King 
 Much did once in his machlefs Raptures fmg ; («) 
 
 I 
 (f) Gen. 50. 2. (g) all. to 2. King. 2. 12. 
 (h) fo fome render the Garden oi Nuts, Ca7it. 
 6. w. in a phrafe very accommodable to America, 
 (i) Cant. I. 7. (k) fome {tho' groundlesly 
 though') fuppofe a Church intended by that name in 
 2. Job. I. (1) all. to the figure thereof in B. K's ingeni- 
 us poem. (/// Mat. 2, 18. (n) viz. the Canticles. 
 
(3) 
 
 I found her. There amaz'd, into a Tree (o) 
 
 Almoft transformd with pallion : Sympathie 
 
 Produced this Enquiry, Who I wonder^ 
 
 Seems Sorroiv's Center, Sorrow^ s Y.^g.i\cq yonder? 
 
 Lo, I no fooner had approached near. 
 
 Then from above this voice did thunder ; Here 
 
 Pitty^ the Church ^ JVliddletown be/peaks 
 
 Set in the midft oi fwoons and fobs and Jhrieks. 
 
 With Bowells full of it I haftned to 
 
 The Wet place^ asking IVhy jhe grieved fo j 
 
 And had this Anfvs^er. 
 
 Sir, Afk you this ? Are you a Sojourner 
 Within New-Englands bounds & know not why? 
 I 've loft great COLLINS, man/ O that, O there. 
 From this Tears-Fountain (^p) is my mifery. 
 
 Immortal COLLINS ! what a Charm is in 
 So dear a Name? 'Tis Honey mixt with gall 
 
 To think, I had him, but I mifs him; Seen 
 
 He IV as, fad word ! (q) but fo no more he Jhall. 
 
 My Love is Talkative: tis fit that I 
 
 Thus vent my /mother'' d Fire. The Rabbins fay 
 That when good old Methufela did dye, 
 
 His Wife nine hufbands loft in him that day. 
 
 Like Loafer I will /peak : The Lamentation 
 Over Jeruf'lems JFoe doth fuit me well, 
 A Widow how is Jhe become! || Privation 
 Seems now to be my only Principle. 
 
 * One 
 (o) a//, to fuck a metamorphofis celebrated in Ovid. 
 (p.) Hinc ilia lacryma. {o^ fuinius Troes. \\ Lam. i. i. 
 A4 
 
(4) 
 Once did I prife^ I ' 1 now praife what I had. 
 
 The box of his Fames Oyntment * now (hall fend 
 Abroad its Odours. Alexander f dead 
 Had not t\\Q /cent which doth from him afcend. 
 
 Some Elogyes compofe to try their Wits ; 
 
 The Gout,, (r) the Feavour^ \\ yea & Injujiice^ (s) 
 Folly (t) and Poverty [u] have in the Fits 
 
 Of Ranting Writers had a comelinefs. 
 
 My Theme^ my Humour is not fuch an one : 
 
 Who to prove Cicero not eloquent, 
 Pen'd Books, (x) who truth & worth for guards dif- 
 
 Such only count Collins not excellent. (own 
 
 Bright COLLINS, Star of the /r/? Magnitude, 
 Extol him how could I ! I fha'n't be chid 
 
 If as much time on him my gazes ftiou'd 
 Spend, as that Greek (y) in 's Panegyric did. 
 
 O that Apelles were my fervant now 
 
 To limn this Hero, but his utmoft All 
 Would blufh, and draw a vail upon the Brow (z 
 Below whofe Majejly his fkill would fall. 
 
 I. 
 * Ecclef. 7. I. f from whofe corpfe 'tis faid there 
 went a fmell furprizingly fragrant, (r) praifed by 
 Pichennerus, || praifed by Huttenus, (s) praifed by 
 Glaucus, [t] praifed by Erafmus, [u] praifed by 
 Pierius, all in fet poems, or orations. (x) as once 
 an humourfome perfon did. (y) Socrates, who 
 fpent 1 5 year in framing of one Panegyric, one ora- 
 tion, (z) as that painter did upon his Minerva* s. 
 
(5) 
 
 I would that you, my Friend, each drop of Ink 
 Could fill with Elogyes no fewer then 
 
 The little eels * that may fwim in't : I think 
 They all fhould celebrate this Flow'r of men. 
 
 I would too that tzch fy liable all round 
 
 This Globe with perfunCd Air might fly about j 
 Or your Stentorophonic Tube \. might found 
 The praife of admirable Collins out. 
 
 Death^ thou All-biting f Prodigally a blow 
 Of thine hath laid within the ground a plant 
 
 Surpafling Cedars. I did hardly know 
 Afpice whofe quantity on // was fcant. 
 
 Good Nature and good Education were 
 In him conjoyn'd to fuch an high degree, 
 
 As gain'd the Title of that || Emperour^ 
 In this rare foul Mankinds delight we fee. 
 
 Facetious Snow-balls from his candid breaft 
 With early Magic hence would captivate 
 
 His near, Familiars., fo that he was bleft 
 Who could have leave to be his Intimate. 
 
 Hence from his Cradle clothes his neat difcretion., 
 
 Mounted upon bridled Urbanity., 
 Before a rnoft obliging Difpofition., 
 
 Triumphant rode in ev'ry Company. 
 
 But 
 
 * of which I can with my Microfcope fee incredible 
 hundreds playing about in one drop of water. ^ which 
 fpeaking-Trumpet may be heard a vaft way off. 
 f all. to y Acroft. of Mors Mordens Omnia Rojlro Suo 
 
 II Tit. Vefp. who was termed, Delici^ humani generis. 
 
(6) 
 
 But Oh the /ruits of Heav'nly Gfaces dew 
 
 Upon fo rich 3.foylf Let Peter bid 
 His Brethren add one graces pearl unto 
 
 The * reft : The whole heap was in Collins hid. 
 
 You 'd fcarce believe the FAITH refiding in 
 This Child of Abraham^ the ftrong Impreilion 
 
 On his heart of Realities unfeen, || 
 
 Of Gofpel glories^ of things paft expreflion : 
 
 How deareft to him his Redeemer; how 
 
 With brave Ignatius f he could warble out 
 O Chriji my Love ; how we might e'en allow 
 A JESUS grav'd ^ within his breaft no doubt. 
 
 His VERTUE took thisy^^r by the hand; 
 
 And with her train accompanyed thus, 
 In verfous flights he went how much beyond 
 
 An Arijlides ; *^ or a Regulus! 
 
 For KNOWLEDGE, tho in him poor Harvard loft 
 
 One of her tallejl fons^ one of the beft 
 Souldiers in her Minerva's Camp, my boaft 
 Of higher Wifdom in him i'n't the leaft. 
 
 My Mofes^ he in Egypts Learning verft |t 
 
 Had more then that ; Accompliftiments Divine 
 
 In exercife of which, while he converft 
 
 With Ifr'els Jah, to us his face did fliine.f 1| 
 
 Yare 
 
 * V. the glorious catalogue z. Pet. I. $-7. || 2. cor. 4 
 18. f tvhofe facing ofie?i was. Amor meus eft crucifixus 
 ^ which is grojly and fabuloujly reported of another. 
 *5j; two glories of the heathen, the one for Juftice, the 
 other for Fidelity. |f Act. 7. 22. f || Exod. 34. 35. 
 
(7) 
 
 Yare at his GRAMMAR, kenning how and when 
 To fpeak : his tongue a * tree of life^ no (drofs 
 
 Proceeding from this Chryfojiom || t ) the penn 
 Of Ready writers hke, not barbarous. 
 
 How lofty in his RHET'RIC, when with cryes 
 To the Omnipotent reduc'd to fay ^ 
 
 Let me alone., thereby he fcal'd the Skyes, 
 And with the old \. ArtiW-ry got the day. 
 
 In the beft LOGIC, Oh how Rational} 
 
 How able to fpy Canaan through ! how ready 
 
 To baffle a Temptation I and withal 
 
 Full of his Oracles found, folid, fteady ! 
 
 How right was his ARITHMETIC that knew 
 Wifely to meafure his own || dayes ! How right 
 
 Was his GEOMETRY, that found the true 
 
 Bulk of the earth I a point *^ not worth the fight. 
 
 In his ASTRONOMY how ripe his eye 
 
 Reaching to things beyond the /iars ! Alwayes 
 
 Exact in this no-vain ^^f PHILOSOPHY, 
 
 That in all things he found his Makers || || praife. 
 
 Mafter 
 
 * Prov. 15. 4. II \ golden mouth. ^ as in Exod. 32. 
 10. feriendi licentiam petit a Mofe qui fecit Mo- 
 fen. ^ preces et lacrymte funt Arma Ecclefite. || Pfa. 
 90. 12. -!'^ and an invifible point no doubt would it 
 be to an humane eye in the Harry Heaven, tho it 
 probably contains above Ten Thousand Millions of 
 cubic German leagues, ^j^ as fonie other Philofo- 
 phy is call'd in Col. 2. 8. |||| prefentem docuit 
 qu^libet herba Deum. 
 
(8) 
 
 Majler of all the Arts that fliew us what 
 Tis from each Bad unto each Good to goe ; 
 
 To all his Knowledge laft fubjoyning that^ 4— 
 All that I know is^ that I nothing know. 
 
 For TEMPERANCE, he liv'd upon it, hee 
 Like Hooper fpar d much in his diet^ more 
 
 In Hfpeech^ but moft in Time \ the hateful Three 
 II Fly-gods o' th' world mean v/hile he car'd not for. 
 
 To Meat a * Daniel; and a Rechabite^ 
 
 To Drink ; like a J(?/;;z 5^/)///? f in his Rayment ; 
 
 His Jleep, like David., \ robbing in the Night ; 
 Still putting Nature off with fcanty payment. 
 
 Abjiemious in all things at fuch a rate. 
 
 Some (like Eli%a — {- in her Brothers eyes. 
 
 Him Brother Temp'-rance could denominate. 
 And Jujiice cauf'd what e'er lookt otherwife. 
 
 For PATIENCE whole beds and loads of it 
 In his foul flourifht. What Affliction meant 
 
 He felt as much as moft do talk^ and yet 
 
 Groans might from him, but Grumbles * || ne're 
 
 (be fent. 
 
 -1— Socrates his Hoc tantum fcio, me nihil fcire. || the 
 Pleafures, and Profits dif Honours of the world, be- 
 come the 3 Belzebubs of it, according to the Diftich 
 Ambitiofus honos et opes et fiz-da voluptas, 
 
 Haz tria pro trino Numine mundus habet. 
 "^Dan. I. 12. ^Jer. 35. 6. f Mat. 3. 4. !^ Pfa. 
 119. 62. ->i- K. Edzv. vi. iy/"'d' to call the Princefs 
 Elizabeth, his Sifter Temperance. * || /^ '^as the 
 fentence of a great Saint under great pain, I groan 
 but do not grumble. 
 
(9) 
 
 And under Provocation^ 't was a care 
 
 By him maintaind to fmile Affronts away. 
 
 Not fireing when meer Cock-boats landed are; 
 Seldom decoy'd from his mild Tea^ or Nay. 
 
 No Brother of "^ Achilles ; like unto 
 
 The Upper Regions free from Tempefts ; full 
 
 Of the doves temper : Able for to go 
 Over an Alphabet^ *\ tho Anger pull. 
 
 His GODLINESSy?^^r'^ || all his motions ftill : 
 God had his thrice-hot f love^ his life, his Whole 
 
 Gods Honour was his End^ and in the Will 
 Of God he moulded ^ his renewed foul. 
 
 His fev'rall Turns on a Religious threed 
 He fought to ftring : fixing that Motto on 
 
 What fignal he in both his Callings did, 
 
 With much devotion, Lord -^ for thee alone. 
 
 How 
 
 * whom Homer fo often reprefents in fumes. 
 ^ as was wont to do the Renowned Roman Empe- 
 rour. II allufion to Sola fit humane pietas cyno- 
 fura carina, f Amo te, Domine, plufquam meos, 
 plufquam mea, plufquam me. Bern. \. all. to 
 Rom. 6. 17. gr. •\~ as he. Propter te. Do- 
 mine, propter te. 
 
(10) 
 
 How yames-like were his || Pray'rs^ how did the word 
 Of Life, his heart Chrijis ^[ Library affect ! 
 
 What God-ward flames did his pure * mind afford, 
 Of any Ordinance dreading a Neglect ! 
 
 BROTHERLY-KINDNESS did procure the 
 
 [^Law 
 
 Of Kindnefs in his f lips^ a Denifon 
 Of Philadelphia [<?] in him we faw ; 
 
 Heir to the foul of the Apoftle [h] John. 
 
 A Zuinglian entire that ever faid [r] 
 
 Let me fee Chrift in any one., I Jhall 
 Him with both Armes embrace. Whatever made 
 
 Dijiinctions., this with him removed all. 
 
 And CHARITY in him warm Beams extended 
 
 To all the Race of Man ; Philanthropy 
 Him like a Jhaddow everywhere attended ; 
 COLLINS made up of Love., we uf'd to cry. 
 
 An 
 II of whom Ecclefiajlical Hijlory relates, that his hard- 
 ened knees wore the Badges of his hard prayers. 
 ^ as Jerome remarkt of his friend Nepotian. * Ani- 
 ma jujli Caslum eft. ■\ prov. 31. 26. [a] which name 
 fignifies brotherly love. [b] Heb. 13. i. gr. 
 \f\ of whom tis faid that when through age he could 
 do no more, he would give that ftport Lefon for a long 
 Sermon to his congregation, my Children, love one 
 another. \_(~\ ^ favory fpeech recorded of the famous 
 Zuinglius. 
 
(■■) 
 
 An Injury feldom refenting more 
 
 Than Cranmer or the Martyrologer * 
 
 Who urn^d his Ajhes^ of whom tis notour, 
 
 Of good^for ill^ Turns from thern fure you were. 
 
 In fine, as the T[ Philofopher did give 
 His friend tlAwxcc^ fuppofe a Cato's eye 
 
 On you^ and fo be wife \ when I would live 
 Uprightly, I'd imagine COLLINS by. 
 
 Thus was he for a Chrifiian^ and thus he 
 With Converfation Ughtned^ every Deed 
 
 Of his in print a Sermon yeeldeth mee ; || 
 But now what as a Minijier you'l heed. 
 
 Methinks I fee how fraught the Pulpit was 
 Of Grace, of Gravity, of Wifdom, when 
 
 With moft harmonious notes a Barnabas 
 He now was, and a Boanerges then : 
 
 How deep his Sermons were, where Elephants 
 Might take content, and yet withal how plain, 
 
 Suited unto the leather Dublefs Wants. 
 All in a near unimitable Strain : 
 
 What 
 
 * Holy Mr. Fox. ^ Seneca. 
 II Ille pius paftor, quo non preftantior unus. 
 Qui faciendo docet, qu^ facienda docet. 
 
(12) 
 What undajht f wine he gave me : what a Zeal 
 
 For me confum'd him : how material 
 He was in Difpenfations aim'd to heal 
 
 Diftempers in me, yet how Spiritual'. 
 
 He like an Ox * was alwaies labouring 
 To feed me, but he like an Eagle * too 
 
 Did foar to Pifgah'-s Top, from thence to bring 
 Celeftial Vijions pore-blind us unto. 
 
 One is a Doctor moft ^ Invincible 
 
 Another moft 4— Profound.^ a Third is counted 
 A Subtil -H- one ; (Scholaftic Records tell) 
 
 A Fourth ^ Angelical by none furmounted : 
 
 COLLINS was all of this. The noble j : ! Thre 
 Geneva Crowns, enlightning Calvin^ and 
 
 The thundring Far e I '^om'- A aufpiciouflie 
 
 With fhouring Viret^ here in one did ftand. 
 
 For Memory almoft a Seneca^ \\ \\ 
 
 For 'Judgment and Fancy inferior 
 To few : in Learning rich, and ev'ry way 
 
 He was 2i furnijht Gofpel-Orator. 
 
 How 
 
 f all. to 2. Cor. 2. 17. gr. ** all. to thofe 2 creatures 
 in Rev, 4. 7. whereof by the former fame will have the 
 Pastor, b" by the latter the Teacher of a Church to 
 he meant. ^ fo Alexander Hales. n— fo Bradwar- 
 dine. — 1- fo Scotus. ^ fo Aquinas. ! : j thus dis- 
 tinguijhed in an Epigram of Beza'j || {| whofe 
 tenacious Memory is to all Ages memorable. 
 
(i3) 
 How many * Lydian-hezrts reputed him 
 
 A II Claviger^ by him unlockt ? To us 
 For Light giv,n to our Houfe how much Efteem 
 
 He had as an \. Occolampadius ! 
 
 To fave poor me and mine, Oh )\o-w fevere f 
 His Labours were ! how lafting his Renown 
 
 Muft to my Offspring be, Once (faying) were 
 Doves eyes within the Locks of 4— Middletown ! 
 
 My Neighbourhood fliar'd with me too ; he gave 
 Some Spirit unto them : and then his — <- Haven 
 
 He chofe : So on the Day || * we uf'd to have 
 Heaven from him^ from us he flew to Heaven. 
 
 The Age of Perkins ^^ juft attaind, he thought 
 
 It time to follow him. But Why fo faff f" 
 The caufe you know that oi fuch things is brought 
 Belong'd to him, he only grew too faff . ^ 
 
 More 
 
 * all. to Act. 1 5. 14. II ^» excelle?it Divine, the 
 Englijh of whofe Name feems to be Key-carrier : 
 \. another, whofe Name in likelyhood was Houfe- 
 Lamp. f obferving the Motto of the Emperour Se- 
 verus, which was LABOREMUS. -h- all. to Cant. 
 4. I. where by thofe exprejjions fojne under f and 
 Chriftian Teachers furrounded with their believ- 
 ing Hearers. —^ One of his lafi Services was that 
 he afjifted in a Day of Prayer at New-Haven, im- 
 mediately on which he fickned. || * He died on a Sab- 
 bath Day about the beginning of the Morning Ex- 
 ercife. ^ about 44. 
 
 ^ Immodicis hrevis efi <etas et rara fenectus. 
 B 
 
(14) 
 More would I fay but Heart-corroding Anguijh 
 
 Layes that check on me, you have loji him now. 
 Broken with thy big Lofs dear Friend, I languifh : 
 
 Hence would my Tears more than my River flow. 
 
 Now in Micaiahs Trance * I feem to fee 
 
 For Food on mountains, wandring Shepherdlefs, 
 
 And Shiftlefs rambling, what belongs to me. 
 Waft Park of mine that now no Keeper has ! 
 
 Lord^ is my Night come fliall Impenitent 
 Tranfgreflburs now continue yor" Shall it 
 
 Upon my Meeting- Houfe^ while men repent, 
 
 This and that man born here || no more be writ ? 
 
 Shall a forfaken now Society 
 
 Without its Head^ its Hearty its Eyes remain f 
 And like Ifaiah's, woful Vineyard ly {a^ 
 
 With with'ring Grapes abandoned by the Rain ? 
 
 O Ghaftly Omens ! if Paraus dy 
 
 Let Heidleberge look to't. If Aujlin go 
 
 Let Hippo tremble. If Elijha fly (^) 
 After his Mafter, next year brings a wo 
 
 * I. King. 22. 17. II allujion to Pfal. 87. 5. 
 [a] all. to Ifai. 5. [b] 2. King. 15. 20. 
 
 * Tis one of the Jewijb Oracles, Quando Lumi- 
 naria patiuntur Eclipjin, malum eft iignum 
 mundo. 
 
(15) 
 
 I fear of both forts now [r] Mortalities^ 
 Of Famines too I fear the \d~\ worft, I fear 
 
 The Gallop of no lefs Calamities 
 
 Then can be wrap'd in a pale Comets Hair. 
 
 Amidft thefe hideous Frights perplext, I mourn 
 With Incohcsrent Throbs you fee. Now tell me 
 
 Whether it be not Ju/i that thus forlorn 
 I here bewail this that has late befel me. 
 
 SHE faid; Her heavy words were hardly out 
 When, as one planet-Jiruck^ 3. doleful (hout 
 Of the furviving COLLINSes detaind 
 Me from Replies to what had been complain'd. 
 To fill the Stage there feem'd to throng a croud 
 Of his Relations to us. Firft aloud 
 His Aged Parents with drench'd Hankerchiefs 
 Saw and had caufe thus to proclaim their Griefs : 
 
 J Son^ our Staff ^«^ || Stork; (faid they) J Son^ 
 Our Benjamin, Alas^ muji he be gone 
 To his Long-Home before us ? Heaven more 
 May now be Heaven to us than before. 
 
 Farewel 
 
 [c] Some have obferved, that the Death of a 
 faithful Minijler in a place where he hath done 
 God much fervice, is oft attended with a great 
 Mortality" among other perfons in that place. 
 /. Collins. Elijahs Lamentation, p. 1 8. [d] See Amos 
 8. II. \\ A Bird f am* d for its regard to its Dam. 
 
(i6) 
 
 Farewel^ thou world of * Dirt ; we meekly zvait 
 But for a II Call too. This deplored : Straight 
 His Brethren not as a "f" feholakhn 
 But as a ^ "Jonathan.^ bemoaned him, 
 With this, We live to fee the Jofeph die., 
 Whom we thought horn for our Adverfity ! 
 
 His Widdow then, (the tender Whiting fwam 
 Thro' the Black -j— fea of Death to us) / came 
 (Said She) to bear a part with you. But I 
 Muft in deep Silence do't. That ev^ry Sigh 
 
 Of mine O that it Marbles might erect 
 
 To him,yor lack of -whom I'-tn thus deject. 
 
 And then his Orphans., all enfahled add 
 
 O could we fay that once a Father had., 
 
 A Father whofe paternal over fight 
 
 Did make us over happy., whofe Delight 
 
 Was in our Welfare, whofe Behaviours 
 
 Still taught us Mercy ! what a Lofs is oiir's ! 
 
 In this Diftraction mixing once again 
 A Confolation-cup ; [yj Thick Mi/is amain 
 About us gathering ; a Murmur there 
 Of the bleji Shade himfelf we then might hear. 
 
 Fond 
 
 * One of the moji fplendid Cities wherein, is hence ap- 
 pojitely term'd Lutetia, || Vitam habentes in pati- 
 entia. Mortem in defiderio. f fee Jer. 22. 17. 
 \. V. z. Sam. I. 17. H— all. to the Mare mortuum. 
 [f] fuch the Jews were wont to have at their Fune- 
 rals, 
 
(.8) 
 
 [keep 
 FOND Mortals^ wipe your eyes (faid he) pray 
 That liquor for your felves. * poor Envy 'tis 
 Which prompts your Threnodies for me. To weep 
 For my fake ^ is but to Ignore my BHfs. 
 
 what a world of Jmoke of duji of Folly 
 
 Am Ifayrd \\ from ! 'Nofm (hall me annoy, 
 And no Temptation more to be unholy 
 
 Shall e'er moleft me in my Majiers JOT. 
 
 1 have my Ragged Mantle dropt ; I have 
 
 All Vanity and all Vexation f 
 Efcap'd, my Clay fafe kept within a Grave 
 Preferv^d lies for the Refurrection. 
 
 No Crofs (g) {hall ever gall my ftioulders more, 
 From God^ correcting my diforders^ and 
 
 No Club e^re ftrike me, red with ancient Gore, 
 Still by each Cain (h) retained in his hand. 
 
 I'm got within the Vail^ and there I fee 
 
 The ever-glorious Face of the (i) GOD-MAN; 
 
 And He with Tranfports doth convey to me 
 As much of GOD as entertain I can. 
 
 I 
 
 ^ a//, to Luk. 23. 28. II all, to Phil. i. 23. where 
 to depart, // by fame tranjlated to loofe Anchor. 
 -}• Mors Beatitudinis principium, Laborum meta, 
 peremptoria peccatorum, Aug. (g) Chrijl ^ his 
 Crofs part at Heavens door, for there's no room for 
 CrofTes in Heaven. Rutherf. Epift. (h) Caini 
 adhuc clavus Abelis fanguine rubens ubique circum- 
 fertur. Bucholtz. (i) The Heaven of Heaven 
 pourtray'd in Joh. 17. 24. 
 
 [17 is omitted in the original.] 
 
(■9) 
 I Know^ I Live^ I Love-., But how? forbear 
 
 To be inquifitive : It can't be told 
 To you ; No, tho you all (k) Hebricians were : 
 
 Nor czn Jhell-vejfe Is (I) this things meaning hold. 
 
 I find befides my loving Guardians here, 
 
 Here the Good Angels that convey'd me thro' 
 
 The Divel-haunted-Dungeon-y/^/«(?/^/6^r^, (m) 
 To mine annex their Hallelujahs do. 
 
 Here, me the Chorus of the glorify'-d^ 
 
 The polijht {n)Jlones^ now in the Temple plac,t 
 The twice cloath'-d (o) Souls, falute on ev'ry fide j 
 
 I fee Nathaneel (p) here, I know the reft. 
 
 Be glad that I am here, and after hye. 
 
 Your felves with diligence, all pojiing hither, 
 
 Precepts and Patterns left, my Counfels eye. 
 And Copyes^ (o we fhall be foon together. 
 
 Souls^ follow me. Anon the Stars^ the Sands^ 
 The Atoms of the Univerfe a Scrol 
 
 Like Heaven fill'd with Nines, for cypher ftands, 
 Compar'd to the Long joyes \\ that over us may 
 roll. 
 
 (k) ^i/*d in the language which bold conjectures think 
 to be Heavens Dialect. ( 1 ) all. to 2. cor. 4. 7. gr. 
 (m) the t err it ores whereto the apojiate troops of Lucifer 
 feem to be confined, from eph. 2. 2. (n) all. to 2. cor. 5. 5 
 (o) all. to 2. ibid, where an upper garment of glory 
 is engaged to the fouls on which an under garment 
 of grace is wrought with the Eternal Spirits Needle- 
 work, (p) V. Joh. I. 47. (q) a thing rationally fung 
 by the German Swan the night before he died. || a line 
 purpofely too long for the verfe, but too Jhort not' 
 [original illegible] Jhaddow of ETERNITY, 
 
(20) 
 
 A PERIOD this puts to the Tragady. 
 He vaniftit ; They retir'd ; confufed / 
 Now quite alojte^ have nothing elfe to do, 
 But to pour out a fhort Hofannah to 
 The Worlds Almighty GOVERNOUR to whom 
 On this account now thefe Petitions come 
 
 From lifted Hands^ and bended Knees 
 
 Dread Lord^ 
 By whom vaji Hojls of Beirgs with a Word 
 Are made and movd : Let thy much-hop' d Salvation 
 Shield us^ like Walls from much f ear' d Defolation. 
 O Save New-Englands Churches; Let them be 
 Still golden Candlejlicks^ belov'-d by thee^ 
 Still Puritans ; Still Iv'ry Pallaces. 
 Keep up the Quickfet Hedge about them ; Pleaje 
 To keep the gladfome Streams of them alive. 
 Save Middletown, and caufe the Place to thrive 
 Vnder Fat Clouds y?/7/, and that Bochim let 
 By thy Provifion be a Bethel yet. 
 Save ev'ry foul that reads this Elegy ; 
 Like COLLINS let us live, like COLLINS dy. 
 AMEN. 
 Sic mihi contingat vivere ficque mori. 
 
 Sic optat. 
 Qui longe fequitur veftigia Temper adorans. 
 Qualis vita, ita 
 FINIS. 
 
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