Both Young and Old,  
Come to my Fold.   emblems of Death (hourglass, skull and crossbones, etc.)  
AN ELEGY Upon the Death of that Most Eminent Disputant Mr. JEREMY IVES OF LONDON. Who departed this Life the 21, of October, 1675.  

SHall Jeremy thus bid the world good night  
And we no Lamentations for him Write?  
what though he had no Rattles to his name  
Our muse serves Merit, not Titles, or Fame;  
Virtue and Parts do more than those adorn,  
As to live Great, is better, than Great Born.  
Let whifflers cry Mechanic, and upbraid  
Him with Lay-breeding, or use of a Trade,  
Whilst their own sloth they shamelessly betray  
By sleeping over rusty Books all day  
His Shop out vied their Studies; could produce  
A better stock of sense, and of more use;  
As Pearls, though hid in shells, and darkest night  
Are soon betrayed, and found by their own light;  
So a brave mind, with pregnant parts endued,  
Breaks through all clouds that on his beams obtrude;  
And by its natural powers makes a start  
Beyond the faint ascents of limping Art:  
But where there wants a genius, the Schools  
Increase defects, and make us, double fools;  
Conceited foppery, that only'affords  
Scraps of old Authors, and Pedantic words.   

Yet neither was Ives of that weak-brained fry,  
Who Learning as a dreadful bugbear fly;  
Who think latin most rank Idolatry  
And Nonsense a sure sign of Piety;  
The Art of Reasoning he completely knew,  
T'oppose false notions, and defend the true;  
A Complexe Theme he fairly could untwist,  
And manage Mood and figure when he list;  
He did allow each thing its proper place,  
And made Reason (as Handmaid) wait on grace,  
Learning to serve Religion, as the Jews  
Did in God's Ark th' Egyptian Earrings use;  
Thus was his practice Chemistry Divine,  
Logic so used, is water turned to wine.   

R.E. When one in hope ('tis feared) of gain to come,  
Apostatised to the Church of Rome,  
Whose ghostly fathers to defend the same  
Made an Apology for't in his Name;  
Jeremy bravely undertook the task,  
And did the sneaking Hypocrites unmask,  
Answered their arguments, and each pretence  
Of Kin to probability, or sense,  
So Solidly, and in so smart a strain,  
That when 'twas brought a licence to obtain  
A late grave Prelate did the same applaud,  
And wished more of the Author's works abroad.   

So when the Quakers Light so high did blaze;  
As made some Ignorant wanderers in a Maze,  
Forsake the Conduct of bright jacob's star,  
And after their own Ignis Fatuus Err:  
He boldly durst their Subtleties oppose,  
And rescue Truth from undermining Foes;  
Twice publicly in a solemn dispute,  
He did their Tenets baffle and refute;  
And proved that they deserved no Christian name  
Who (in Effect) Christ and Scriptures Disclaim;  
Thus were his parts employed, thus did he wage  
War, with the fond Opinions of the age;  
Yet was not narrow-breasted, but allowed  
In things indifferent a latitude;  
He to the weak himself could well apply,  
Treading a better path, not contrary,  
And in their Errors Maze, his own way knew,  
Which was to live to conscience, not to show.   

And shall we not bewail his death, that see  
Of such good minds so great a Scarcity?  
Yet 'tis in vain, for cast but round your eye,  
You'll find all dead here, or about to die,  
The stars, Heaven's Jewels, vanish with the night  
And day deceases with the Prince of light:  
the Sun! Great Kings! & Mightiest Kingdoms fall  
Whole Nations! nay, Mankind! the world! and all  
That ever had beginning here, have end,  
With what injustice then should one pretend  
To scape the common known necessity?  
Soon as we all were born, we began to die,  
And but for future hopes, and that brave strife  
The Christian hath t' enjoy another life,  
He were the wretched'st of the Race of men,  
But as he soars at that, he bruiseth then  
The serpent's head, gets above death and sin,  
And sure of Heaven, rides triumphant In;   

Then you, his Friends! dry your Officious eyes,  
Lest you should seem his bliss for to misprise:  
Mourn not his fate, since he with joy is passed it,  
For good men but see death, the wicked taste it  
Rather Rejoice, since his Mortality  
Becomes his Birthday to Eternity;  
And now through Circumfused light he looks,  
On hidden Mysteries, reads those blessed books:  
Wherein our great Redeemer does inroul,  
The fair new name of every faithful soul,  
Speaks Heaven's language, and Discourses free  
With spirits, that not till there, could perfect be.  
There all the happy souls that ever were  
●hall meet with gladness in one Theatre;  
There different sects embrace, none barred from thence▪  
For weaknesses, but for impenitence,  
There little heats, and censurings laid by,  
They all sing praises in sweet harmony;  
There each calls another's brother, as they walk,  
And though they ne'er dispute, they always talk  
But all of GOD; they still shall have to say,  
But make him All in All their Theme, that day;  
That happy day! that never shall see night,  
Where God will be all beauty to the sight;  
All pleasant delicates unto the taste,  
And music in the ear, shall ever last;  
Where shall all glory, all perfection be  
God in the Union and the Trinity;  
Where sits our Judge, true God, and yet true man,  
Jesus! the only gotten Christ, who can,  
As being Redeemer and Repairer too  
Of lapsed nature, best know what to do  
In that great act of judgement, which the father  
Hath given wholly to the Son (the rather,  
As being the son of Man) to show his power,  
His wisdom and his justice in that hour,  
The last of hours, and shutter up of all,  
Where first his power will appear, by call  
Of all are dead to life! His wisdom show  
In the discerning of each conscience, so!  
And most his justice in the fitting parts,  
And giving deuce to all mankind's deserts.  
Oh may we all our faith and lives so place,  
As then with joy to see his glorious face.    

Epitaph.  

Here lies the earthly part of a good Man,  
That was Truth's Champion, against errors ban,  
Who when at last he did with Death Dispute,  
By Faith the frightful Monster could confute;  
Let all his faults (The best have many a stain)  
Be buried here, and never rise again.    

Printed for B.H. at the Sationers-Arms in Sweethin's-alley, near the Royal Exchange. With Allowance, Oct. 25. 1675. 85