outline of tombstone including emblems of Death which surrounds text  
AN ELEGY On the much lamented Death, OF The Reverend Mr, JOSEPH CARYL 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Late Minister of the GOSPEL; Who slept in the Lord the threescore and twelfth year of his age, and was interred the 25th. of February, 1672.  
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WHat unexpected damp is this we feel?  
A sudden stroke that makes our Zion Reel,  
Griefs Sable Livery the Godly wear,  
Each Cheek looks pale, each eye big with a Tear;  
The City echoes with a dismal moan  
That speaks, our Chariot and our Horsemen gone,  
Caryl that powerful Soul-searching Divine  
In whom Learning and Grace did jointly shine,  
Whose grave discourse could make an Atheist quake  
And trembling sinners Hell's broad Road forsake;  
The Tempest of a troubled spirit calm  
And heal a broken heart wi●● sacred Balm;  
He, is snatched from hence beyond the Spheres  
And left us groveling in a vale of tears,  
At such a loss, that unrelenting Eye  
Is seven times worse than blind that can be dry;  
No more shall we his melting Sermons hear  
That pierced at once the Heart, and charmed the Ear;  
His Prayers, which did so warm and holy come  
The Angels strove which first would bear them home,  
Nor shall we more behold his pious Life  
Free from Excess, Sloth, Avarice and Strife,  
That sweet Carriage, which did by practice teach  
And made him every day aloud to Preach,  
Now taken from his needful Office here  
When Harvest doth so great, and free appear;  
" Souls have a care, Husband your Mercies well  
" Let not Indulgence vainly make you swell  
" God shows if you grow wanton, proud and Kick  
" HE has other ways, to move your Candlestick,  
But though (blessed Soul) we may his Loss deplore  
For our own sakes, for his we Triumph more.  
After a tedious Pilgrimage was past,  
Spent in his Master's service till the last;  
Releaseed from all Toils, with joy he's gone  
Up to receive a never fading Crown;  
Up to those Patriarches that did longer sit  
Expecting Christ than th' have enjoyed him yet;  
Up to those Prophets which now gladly see  
Their Prophecies grown to be History;  
Up to th' Apostles who did bravely Run  
All the Sun's Course with more light than the Sun;  
Up to those Martyrs who did calmly bleed  
Oil to th' Apostles Lamps, Dew to their seed;  
Up to that Throng of Saints to add one more  
Whom by his Ministry he sent before;  
There now he glitters in that White Robe Dressed  
By's Farewell-Sermon so lively expressed;  
Nor need we say he's dead, for do but look  
Just as an Ancient Clock is piecemeal took,  
Not to be lost, but by the maker's skill  
Repolished without Error to go still,  
So must this trusty Grave again restore  
Him far more pure and glorious than before;  
As China men after some Ages stay  
Do take up Porc'lane where they buried Clay;  
Death gets 'twixt Souls and Bodies such a place  
As Sin insinuates 'twixt Just men and Grace;  
Both work a Separation, no Divorce,  
His Soul is gone to Usher up his Coarse  
That refined Clay which more Celestial  
Shall be, than Angels were for they could fall;  
Nor is he dead to us, his works survive  
Those Monuments shall keep him still alive,  
Till time itself shall vanish out of date  
And the world sink by its last Feav'rish Fate.    

His EPITAPH;  

Judicious Caryl here at rest does lie;  
A fathful Labourer in God's Husbandry;  
A constant powerful Preacher many years;  
Whose most Industrious Penn so fully Clears,  
Jobs lofty Mysteries to our weaker sight  
Purging our darkened minds with Beams of Light  
" Now th' Holy Author, and's Expounder meet  
" And each other with Hallelujahs greet.    

Aliud  

Committed to his Tombstones Trust  
Lies pious Caryls sleeping Dust,  
Till the last Trumpets blast unite  
Body and Soul in full delight;  
May his Example and's Works be  
A Lesson Reader unto thee  
That so thy Soul when stripped of Clay  
May soar up the same blessed way!