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A51245	Ho thésauros en ostrakinois skeuesin. A pearl in an oyster-shel: or, pretious treasure put in perishing vessels. The sum or substance of two sermons preached at Withall-Chappel in Worcestershire. Wherein is set forth the mightiness of the Gospel, the meanness of its ministration. Together with a character of Mr. Thomas Hall, his holy life and death. By Richard Moore, a willing, though a most unworthy servant of God in the Gospel of his Son Jesus Christ.	Moore, Richard, 1619-1683.	1675 (1675)	Wing M2583; ESTC R222046	51,229	137

Honourable Earl of Manchester to be Pastor of Uttington in Lincoln-shire GReat was the Jewel hid within this field A Pearl more precious than the earth doth yield One grace surpasseth Gold and Gems as far As the Sun shining doth the brighter Star This parti-colour'd coat wrought such debate And caus'd thy brethrens envy their hate That from thy place and people thou wast sent To suffer sharp and severe ' prisonment Far worse than that of Joseph in the pit Who afterwards was sold to th' Ishmaelite And by that Merchant-man who came from far To the Kings Provost-Martial Potiphar Where he was prosperous yet by the wile Of her who would by sin his soul defile Was stript of 's coat to keep his conscience His feet were fettr'd for his continence Tell me bless'd Saint what was not this thy fate If thou wast not far more unfortunate For in his bonds good Joseph was more free Who favour found was loos'd honourably But 't was otherwise with thee dear brother Who wast sent from one prison to th' other 'Till death by a Habeas Corpus did remove Thy flesh to th' earth thy soul to heaven above In those thy bonds thou wast so comfortable As made adversity amiable For Divine Truth was girdle to thy loyns And uprightness the brest-plate of thy reins A Faith most firm a shield of thy defence And an incomparable patience Hope was the only helmet of thy head The Gospels peace did light thee to thy bed Thy feet thus shod thou fearest no surprize But could'st defend thy self ' gainst injuries Thou having gotten these to good degree Obtain'st a conquest over Calamity Sore were thy life's troubles sweet thy rest Thy smel 's as of a Field that God hath blest Richard Moore Vpon the Death of many Reverend Ministers since Bartholomew 1662. IF passion be a spur to poetry Sure it should teach me for to verifie Were there but Sympathy who can but weep To see so many Pastors laid to sleep What shall the poor Sheep do now these are dead But dread likewise they shall be scattered The Lord hath smitten many Cedars tall How should poor poplars chuse but fear a fall Are Israels chariots and horsemen gone How should we chuse but weep and make great moan Old Ash foreseeing what a dearth would be Of Sions Seers fell fell down suddenly Although it proved his death yet would he grieve And buried was on Barthol'mew Eve As father Ely bowed his aged head First when the news came thy two sons are dead But when he heard once that the Ark was lost It brake his heart his neck his life it cost Vines Naulton Cawdry Calamy went hence Like Nard and Camphire trees of Frankincense Still sending forth their aromatick scent Till twice extinct from us to Heaven they went Learned Vines went away as in a sleep And Zealous Naulton who was wont to weep Calamy for London he loved so well When in the Fire he heard her passing-Bell Cawdry crowded on Caryl White and Strong Gouge Gataker Hill whitaker and Young Gravely judicious Burges and Hall Who was Tom-tell-troth Baker and Burdall Pale death why do'st thou make such haste And the true Churches Treasure waste Tell me in truth what is there no reprieve That such renowned Worthies might survive See that a Supersedeas thou grant That such the Clergies benefit may'nt want Though thou accostest them with swiftest wing I 'me well assured thou hast lost thy sting They 're now made more than conquerors since dead And are triumphant who were conquered Their Captain Christ hath got the Victory And soon O Death will make an end of thee In the mean time thou canst not surely kill A Child of God but cure him of his ill His Soul 's above thy reach and in a trice When once dismiss'd shall mount to Paradice Nor hurt the Body only lay 't to bed In th' Grave or Coffin where it 's buried RICHARD MOORE De Immortalitate BRight Marble nor the gilded Monunuments Of valiant Heroes nor the rare Contents Of wealthy Monarchs shall out-last thy fame Immortal Scholar of eternal name Neither shall time thy praises e'r divide As learned yet as e'r was on our side Fierce Mars his Sword may Statues overturn And wealthy Cities into Ashes burn Spoil and deface the works of costly plates High Spires and Temples prized at dear rates Yet cannot blur nor these thy Works o'return Immortal Hall who sleepest in thine Urn Art dead do'st speak by Books thou 'st left behind Sight to the faithful eyes unto the blind Bright Orient Pearls to light through misty vales O're gloomy Mountains and obscurest dales When Kingdoms are o'return'd like Troys sad Town The brightest Gem thy lofty front shall crown Posterity Halls learned Name shall boast When this our Isle and Europe quite is lost Aeternitati Comparatum omne tempus breve Popham Gardiner An Epitaph on the never-to-be-forgotten Divine Mr. Thomas Hall STay Passenger in this cold dusty Urn Read carefully in reading see thou learn Life's brevity the shortness of mans days How soon his glory fadeth and decays How soon his honour 's brought unto the Grave How soon the worms their satisfaction have What does his Learning him at all avail When once his vital Spirits dying fail If literature could free learn'd Men from death This Golgotha and dormentorious earth Halls Skeleton should never yet have found Who did with copious works so well abound Genius of art thy loss we do lament Mellifluous Orator who still time spent In reading seeking hearing sapience But now alas from us he is snatcht hence That makes us weep weeping we do deplore Tears blur our writings we can write no more 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Life's Shortness Life 's a bubble Full of trouble And a vapour Or a tapour Life 's a flower Lasts an hour Soon it blasteth Sooner wasteth Then think how soon Mans pleasures fly away Since all his life-times but a winters day Like to the flower that with the Suns uprise His bud unfolds and in the ev'ning dies His swift concurrent motions like th' Sun With winged paces suddenly are gone Then think on God on grisly death's strong hand How thy poor soul at Gods just bar must stand Therefore prepare his aid see thou implore When that thou com'st his bar to stand before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Solon Have God in mind him serve with filial fear And think how soon thy dying time is near Lord shall my soul when body it doth die Lord-liking climb the heavens Canopie Then farewel Earth Place of my Birth Adieu vain Pleasures Heaven yieldeth Treasures Far better than this tottring Stage doth yield Where we can't act but presently are kill'd O grisly pale-fac't death why so unkind To take him hence and leave me here behind Because I am not ripe too green of years To full this Corn-field of destroying tares If t' were not so thou wouldest take me hence To Heaven above thy dear's ones recompence Where Saints do triumph when the prize they 've won When this my body may out-shine the Sun When Moses-like I view the three in one FINIS Books to be Sold by Tho. Parkhurst at the Bible and three Crowns in Cheapside In Folio SErmons upon the whole Epistle o● St. Paul to the Colossians By Mr. John Daille translated into English by F. S. 2. An Exposition of Temptation on Mat. 4 v. 1 to the end of the 11 v. A practical Exposition on the third Chapter of the first Epistle of St Paul to the Corinthians with the Godly Mans Choice on Psal 4. v. 6 7 8. By Anthony Burgess Forty six Sermons upon the whole Eight Chapter of the Epistle of the Apostle Paul to the Romans 8 Sermons upon the whole fourth Psalm 10 Sermons upon the whole forty second Psalm 19 Sermons upon the whole 51 Psalm 9 Sermons upon the whole 83 Psalm All Five by Tho. Horton D. D. Left perfected for the Press under his own Hand a little before his Death XXVI Sermons upon several Texts of Scriptures By the Learned and Reverend John Donne D. D. Quarto's The Morning-Exercise against Popery or the principal Errours of the Church of Rome Detected and Confuted in a Morning-Lecture preached lately in Southwark By several Ministers of the Gospel in or near London Mediocria or the most natural and plain understanding according to the Scripture of the great Doctrines of Election Redemption Justification the Covenants the Law and Gospel and of Perfection Large Octavo Captives bound in Chains made free by Christ their Surety or the Misery of graceless Sinners and their Recovery by Christ their Saviour By Tho. Doolittel The Faithfulness of God considered and cleared in the great Events of his Word or a second Part of the fulfilling of Scripture By the same Author Speculum Sherlockianum or a Looking Glass in which the Admirers of Mr. Sherlock may behold the Man as to his Accuracy Judgment Orthodoxy The Childs Delight together with an English Grammar The true way of reading and spelling English Both by Tho. Lye Small Octavo A Religious Family or a Treatise in which is 1. The Beauty and Excellency of a pious and well-ordered Family described 2. The single Mans Family-Book faithfully prescribed By Phil. Lamb. Index Biblicus Multijugus or a Table to the Holy Scripture wherein each of its Books Chapters and divers Matters are distinguished and epitomized The almost-Christian Discovered or the False-Professor tried and cast By Matth. Mead. The Godly Mans Ark or the City of Refuge in the Day of his Distress with Mrs. Moores Evidences for Heaven By Edm. Calamy The true Bounds of Christian-Freedom By S. Bolton The sinfulness of Sin and the Fulness of Christ By Will. Bridge A Discourse against Transubstantiation or an Answer to the ordinary Question whether a Man may be saved in the Roman Catholick Religion By I. C. D. D.

Hall away Our reverend Pastor to a bed of Clay Tell me blest Saint in sooth how couldst So great a Master in Divinity Could not at least our sighs our pray'rs thou die Prevail that thou might'st live old Nestors and tears Injurious Fate because thou couldst not get years The Pearl Would'st therefore spoil the Cabinet What wilt thou put no diff'rence 'twixt faces Not spare th' Saints for their transcendent graces Sure thou art neither blear'd nor brib'd nor blind Thou tak'st the best and leav'st the worst behind T' should seem from Death ther 's no prescription then The Preacher dies as well as other men Had I but tears to spare that are not spent Upon my sins I would give Sorrow vent I 'd drench the earth wherein his body lies And fill the air with Lamentable cries I 'd wet his Coffin and would wash his Tomb Till I another Niobe become But stay my Muse what means this Lamentation Sure his was not a Death but a translation H'walk'd with God and he hath took him hence Not to his loss but to his recompence And yet he lives methinks I see him still In 's doing good eschewing what is ill ' Specially in th' works he hath left behind The pious product of 's Prophetick mind London look to 't he foretold thy burning Thy Plague and poverty for not returning If Gods House be not built within th' Nation Yours and ours will be desolation Seeing those City-Comets that God sent As in fiery Chariot t' Heaven he went Were 't not Ambition I could wish that he Had lay'd the lap of 's Mantle on me Richard Moore An Epitaph upon Mr. Thomas Hall WIthin the period of Davids Span Behold the Sepulture of this Grave man Who whiles he liv'd fear'd not th' face of any Good counsel living dying gave t' many And though he chastly led a single life Held his School's Children and his Church his Wife To which he did impart most liberally His Books in 's life unto her Library The residue almost of what he had He gave the poor to make their faces glade Th' heaven born Jewel's gone the Grave contains Within her womb only those few remains Which though entombed now abide they may Unto the last resurrection day The Soul will then again resume this dust To the habitation of the Just R. M. Vpon the Death of that dear Servant of Jesus Christ Mr. Thomas Hall THou need'st no Trophees to adorn thy Herse Thy virtues serve t' imbalm thy Name in Verse And this I 'll say since death hath stopt thy breath Thy life was Priest-like Prince-like was thy Death In Truths defence thou wast a brazen wall ' Gainst execrable heresies a Mawl Witness thy Guards which still unrouted stand ' Gainst Tom Collier and that sooty band What Guard the Font the Schools and Pulpit too Which of your Mothers Sons have done like you But yet thy Comments writ on sacred story Most justly may deserve the greater Glory On th' Prophets those thy Lucubrations And those on Paul Doctor of th' Nations Live and thy other works of Charity Now thou art dead with God follow thee Those thou hast begot cry out my Father Which by Sage advice to God did'st gather Some of all sorts of these it doth them ease To trail a tear at thy sad Obsequies With blubred cheeks and countenance wan They sit and sing this Epicedium Let sad April cease her wonted showers And mornful May forbear t'yield its flowers Since this fair Flower 's cropt and with dry eye So many do slight this sad Destiny Richard Moore Vpon the much-lamented Death of Mr. John Ley who was Chair-man of the Assembly of Divines and late Rector of Solyhull His Character THe grace of God which in thy name did shine Was a Divine Spark like generous Wine Which was infus'd in thee without asswage Into thy heart and parts even in old age Which shews to all impartial Judges how That thou hast kept the good wine until now How many Learned within the Nation Like Conduits run wine at th' Coronation Whose parts soon flag grow flat and faint and wast Whil'st thine like wine on th' LEE when old do last Like M●ason an old Disciple's rather Like Moses was this Reverend Father For in old age he had a Sp'rit like him His strength did not abate nor 's eyes wax dim His Pentateuch in th' tipes was partly seal'd Till by this Pen unvail'd the truth reveal'd The Christian Sabbath was by him maintain'd Against all sorts who would have it prophan'd A learned Schoolman much for moderation One able to give Laws for disputation He was skill'd in th' Tongues curious at his Pen A most just Censor both of Books Men He was a Load-stone in 's lovely Carri'ge An Adamant for unconquer'd courage He 'd speak the truth where ere he had bin And lov'd the person but reprov'd the sin More than most are from passion h' was free More mov'd to pity than most are was he He weekly made provision for th' Poor That constantly attended at his Door He 'd sympathize with such as were in bonds And had great skill in setting broken bones A rare Casuist and hath been sent for far Toth'sick to see what their distemperswere And how to heal them by his heav'nly Art H' hath powred balm to many a broken heart And that which crowns the rest is yet behind 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 H' was high in parts and lowly in his mind Like God he had respect to men After the Good he saw in them This was the chief ingredient for which He prized any person poor or rich And such as these if they had need of them Should have his heart his horse his purse his pen. I wish no worse to 's Successor than he Just such another Rector there may be Richard Moore Vpon the much-lamented Death of Mr. Burdal Minister of the Gospel at Walshall in Stafford-shire WHat art thou dead too another Burgess a healing Barnabas and Bo'nerges Who could'st convert thy self to every form Of sp'rit and speech thy flock to reform When Rhet'rick and Metaphysicks would not do 't Thou sought'st by sound words to woo them to it Thy Speech was above Books or humane Art Thou melt'st the stone in many frozen heart More hard than that thou fear'dst would thee torment Till thy last sand was run and breath was spent These pains did not prevent thy powr'ful Preaching Or travel of thy mind in th' constant teaching And as thou trad'st with God in pray'rs and tears He gave thee a return above thy fears Thou dy'd'st in th' fiftieth year with little pain And an eternal Life in Heaven did'st gain Richard Moore Vpon the Death of that humble and holy Servant of Jesus Christ Mr. Henry Field born at Kings-norton bred up under Mr. Thomas Hall and sent to Pembroke-Colledg in Oxford and from thence removed to Christs-Colledg in Cambridg where he was Fellow and so preferred by the