To the Right Honourable my Lord Marquess of Queensberry, Lord High Thesaurer of Scotland.
OAths of alledgeance, and supremacie
Show, that our Church, and State, in one aggree.
Then who dare blame me, if I Dedicate,
The Churches Pearle, to a Peer of State?
May Heavens protect the Noble Dowglas blood,
Then which no race was ever
An old Anagram of the name of Dowglas. Al so gwd. No name, no race, no pedegree, no blood, In Albions Isle, were ever all so good.
all so good.

OBSEQUIES To the Memorie, of that Reverend, Learned, and Devoute Prelate, ALEXANDER, Late LORD BISHOP of ROSSE.

MANS Life's a flying vapour, which doth rise
Like a small spot, twixt two eternities:
An empty shadow of a lying dream,
Where we delusions, for delights esteem;
Which in our best, and prosperous state, doth show,
Like drops of frailty plung'd in Seas of wo.
Behold this Reverend Prelate, who to save
His Life, did only travel for a grave,
Not disregarded, tho abroad, and from
Both Family, and Friends, God Takes Him Home.
One, to this Earth, of purpose sent by fate,
This age might have a Saint to imitate.
And that deservedly; he is a theam,
Will naked Truth make masqued flattery seem.
For in the Firmament of fame, he'l shine
To all posterity, a grand Divine,
A Prelate wise, devout in words and d [...]eds,
An Ornament to all the Mitred heads.
The draught, and mirrour, of a spotles life:
The Preachers wonder, and the hearers strife.
Crowned with wisdoms rayes; he bore a mind
From Earth, and ignorance alike refin'd.
Depths of all Mysteries he throughly knew,
While Trees for Men, and Men for Trees we view.
No interest in this Worlds affairs requir'd,
From Pomp, and gain, he cheerfully retir'd.
His house a Bethlehem was, an house of bread.
The poor and needy to supply, and feed.
That Gospel-spirit of true charity,
His Hand, and Heart made alwayes openly
To all his neighbour wants: To all a Friend
Delighting to do good, and to be kind.
All that afflicted were, he cur'd their care,
With prudent Counsels, and with holy prayer.
Our Pressours to releive, our wants supply,
These were his riches, this his Luxury.
His Almes to all, no ostentation staines,
But Godly poor-men were his Benjamins.
Narcissus to the thing for which he pine'd,
Was not more like, then he in heart and mind
Was to the harmles Dove, almost in all
But chiefly herein, that he wanted Gall.
He was another Moses, in whose breast,
Passion (if entred) never found a rest.
His calm and Heavenly Soul, it could not be
Ruffl'd, not ranckl'd with an injury.
Nor scorn, nor spite of his worst foes could move
Him to restrain his Service, or his Love.
Whose Tongues with Gall, and Hearts with envy sweld,
He with Compassion, or neglect beheld:
For he who doth to immortal glory post,
Is not with vain and empty trifles crost,
He was no Temporizer, who did run
Or ever dance to present Fortuns tune.
No low-pitcht Soul, yet unaspiring he
Attain'd to grandeur by humility.
So tender to his Cleargy, it did seem
Each Church man was a second self to him.
In trust and Counsell to his Friend so close,
If they were Nisus, he Eurialus.
His whole deportment Gentle, sober, sweet,
For in his breast, did Zeal with meekness meet.
High wrongs, high place, in which he was employ'd▪
He meekly suffered, modestly injoy'd.
Chast, as the blushes of a Virgin rose;
Kind to his Friends, and courteous to his foes.
For as a Princely Priest he wisely knew,
How to protect, and generously rescue,
With a milde Majesty, his Friends repute
From those who did their Honour persecute.
As a magnanimous and wise Commander
He keept the mean twixt flattery, and slander.
At home, abroad unto a scruple try'd,
By every dispensation ratified;
So that the purging Fire, and fanning Wind,
Left but pure Grain, and Quintessence behind.
Preaching, and prayer hence, from grosser oar
He did refine to Spirit, and to power.
We saw in his discourses and exemple
Ʋnim, and Thummim, in the second Temple.
Yet with no borrowed winges did take his flight,
Nor Glow worm like, shin'd with a jugling light.
What ever from his Lipps, or life there came
To us did sparkle from the Heavenly flamm'
Infus'd, more then acquir'd; and did inspire,
And then inflammed every meaner fire
Of his inferiour charge (like Golden-hair,
The beams, the Sun darts through the lightsome air)
His light, and heat, at once in them appear'd,
Altho but in poor Camels hair attir'd.
But his more radiant, and more active spirit,
Doth now a clear, and ample orbe inherit,
Where it hath lost it self, being rapt above,
In an eternall Maze of Joy, and Love:
Where shads are gone, and all the Ideas ripe,
Have now resolv'd themselves into the type.
Blest is thy hap, our hope, thour't at thy rest.
Whilst we with Gog and Magog, must contest.
May Heavens bequeath to some, if not to all
That on our Spirits thy rich Mantle fall.
And to all aftertimes thy motto be,
YOUNG did both teach, and live Divinitie.
This box of Spiknard, while on thee we cast,
Non but a Judas will surmise it wast:
Tho to thy memorie much more we owe,
Yet praise, and tears is all we dare bestowe.
2 Kings 2: 12.‘My Father, my Father, the Chariot of Israel, and the Horsmen thereof.’Occidit ante diem, & spes nostras morte fefellit,


TO name all gifts, and graces were too long;
This all contains, Here lyeth Bishop YOUNG
Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori.

Sold by Walter Pope in Roxburghs Closse, over against St. Giles Steeple, Anno 1683.

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