AN ELEGY On the Death of that Eminent Minister of the Gospel M R. NATHANIEL PARTRIDGE, Who Exchanged Mortality for Immortality, Aug. 6. (84.  
Weep Zion weep thy precious Pillars fall  
A Prince in thee is fallen this Funeral.  
While Caterpillars stand and strut about,  
Yea fly aloft making an Hideous Rout:  
Those painted Butterflies blast all thy Greene's,  
On all thy Synagogues venting their Spleens.  
Twice had the Hawks upon this Partridge seized,  
And with their Talons him severely teezd.  
Long did he lie in Newgate where he was  
A blessing Rich to Dying Prisoners, as  
He took that Season when condemned they lay  
In Irons, and on Execution Day,  
Ashamed he was not of their bonds or Fetter,  
To save their Souls and make their Deaths the better.  
To Foreign and Domestic he was blest,  
His piercing Counsel pierced the Polish breast;  
That Barbarously murdered 'Squier Thinn,  
Made penitent while th' Jail was both their Inn:  
To sundry Natives was this Man of God,  
In Prison useful, teaching by the Rod.  
Which then did justly lash, yet whipped them home,  
(As was the Prodigal, in Sacred Tome)  
Through this man's wise improvement from the word,  
Thus in converting work he served the Lord  
In Prison also, where God's word's not bound,  
As he had done when Free walking his round.  
Thus like to Paul the Aged, who while Free,  
Had many converts Jews and Gentiles, He  
Had his Onesimus begot in Bonds,  
So Partridge both while free and when Absconds,  
Raiseth up Seed to Christ his Elder Brother,  
Gentle and Simple, both come, one and other,  
In at his Daily call, none could withstand,  
The powerful charms of his so Heavenly Hand;  
A Spiritual Father He became to many,  
God sealed his Ministry as much as any.  
His work God gave him in this World's now finished,  
Though through Cordoliums', yet not Diminished  
Shall be his wages in a better World,  
Where none by Frights, by Fears, by Tears are Urld.  
At th' Blazing Star he blazed out and Burned,  
To New Jerusalem till Old-Street turned;  
Let all His Hearers now with Zion weep,  
Repent of sin, lest you go down to th' Deep,  
Remember how this man of God did shake,  
The Tree of Life until his sides did Ache,  
That Golden Apples might drop down from it,  
For you to gather and not waste one by't,  
But feed your Souls with all to lasting bliss,  
And th' narrow way that leads to Life not miss.  
Your Sheephard's gone, the Sheep must follow after,  
From th' Vale of Tears to th' place of joy and laughter.  
He his hosannah's had on Earth in prayer:  
But now in praise his Hallelujahs are.  
Sounding aloud among the Heavenly choir,  
Far sweeter than the Swan at his expire.  
Or any Earthly Partridge, mounting Lark,  
Shines as the Moon above the Dogs that Bark  
But cannot bite this pubble Partridge, how  
Pubble with grace was he, with glory now,  
His Vessel's filled top full this Gospel Starr,  
Shines in an higher Orb, than others far.  
Acquaint in his Preaching, holy in his Life,  
Vrim and Thummim made a lovely strife  
Which should Exceed in him, Elijahs gone,  
By th' Spirits Residue, Elisha shone  
With doubled Gifts, oh that survivers may!  
Stop up this Gap in Divine Judgements way.  

EPITAPH.  
Here Lies a HIDivine Partridge/ HI who did Flye,  
Not low as th' HICommon/ HI do, but HIEagles/ HI High.  
Now is He flown above the Reach of All  
The HIHawks/ HI and HIHarpyes/ HI that make many Fall.    

London, Printed by J. How, and sold by John Pattman, at the Popes-head, in moorfield's, 1684. 161.