An Elegy, and Acrostic, and also an Anagram, On the Death of that Faithful and worthy Minister and Servant of GOD, MR. JOSEPH CARYL.  

REader, Expect no acquaint heroic Verse  
Of Mine, should deck Renowned Caryl's Hearse;  
Expect not from my Tender Years such Rhymes,  
As from the Learned Sages of the Times:  
I having yet, not Thrice Five Winters told.  
But blame me not as being overbold;  
What though the subject be Divine, and fit;  
Most stable, solid, and accurate Wits  
They all were Silent, therefore I step't forth  
To Weep o'er, and Lament our loss in's Worth.   

SOrrow, and Affection's my Aonian band;  
His Worth, our Loss, my forked- Parnassus and  
My Helicon; and my Castalian-Springs,  
The Word of God, the supreme King of Kings,   

Oh First, and Last, All's all, Tri-um-Jehove!  
Thou God of Goodness, Wisdom, Power, and Love,  
Assist my poor, my weak, and feeble Quill,  
And give me Strength, as thou hast gave me Will;  
That my Stentorian-Voice may Stellify  
Caryl on Earth, who's Glorified on High.   

CARYL's extinct! resplendent Phoebus, How  
Is't, that thou dreadest not thy downfall now?  
Our Sun is set! in greatness, influence,  
And glory far beyond the reach of Sense:  
In all the Good that e'er thou dost, he did  
Excel, as thou the Stars in Daytime hid.   

His Influence, was spiritual; and did tend  
T'Eternity: but thine with Time must end.   

Cease thy Diurnal course; Now, now there needs  
A swift retraction of thy fiery-steeds.  
Either extinguish, or eclipse thy Light,  
That we may Mourn in obscure shades of night.   

It is well known, his greatest Work hath been,  
To make Christ Lovely, and disparage Sin:  
He always laboured, all men to convince  
O'th' dangerous stratagems of the Stygian-Prince.  
He did declare the Mind and Will of GOD,  
And showed the meaning of his Word and Rod:  
He was another Cato; he reproved  
All Vice, impartially, (as't him behoved.)   

He was our Faithful Sentinel, he stood  
Upon his Watch-tow're, always for our good.   

He Warned us of, he Laboured too, Showed how  
We might Prevent, or else Prepare for now  
Come, or approaching Judgements: Now he's gone,  
God may command the rest to let's alone.   

He was a Pillar, he did support the Frame  
O'th' glorious House, we nominate by God's Name:  
But now He's fallen, we may suspect God will  
Go on t'remove our Chief Supporters still.   

His Doctrine was Substantial, always founded,  
Clearly demonstrated, and firmly grounded  
Upon the Sacred Word of God, which doth  
Admit no Falsity, the Word of Truth;  
Which faithfully, and in veracity,  
He suited to each one's capacity.   

He wisely did distribute unto all.  
The share and portion to their lot did fall:  
Reproof, and Terror, to those to whom 'twas due;  
Advice, and Counsel, whomed belonged unto;  
Comfort and Cons'lation he did divide  
To whom 'twas due; and unto none beside:  
●e meted out to all their due; he was  
A Boanerges, and a Barnabas.   

He Lived according unto what he Teached,  
And put in Practice th'Doctrine that he Preached  
How Holy, and Exemplary was his Life!  
How Meek, how Humble, Patient, hating Strife!  
How , Watchful, Laborious!  
How Wise, and not Erroneous, nor Censorious!   

At last, without fear, dread, despair, or horror,  
He faced, and overcame the King of Terror.   

And as to Gifts, and Parts, God had bestowed  
Them plenteously upon him, and endowed  
Him with a studious, sharp, and ingenious Wit:  
Obscurest things were easy unto it.   

A vast-retaining Memory, and a wise  
And prudent Heart, (with noble Faculties;)  
His Will conformed to God's and his Affections  
Were Regular; so also were his Actions.   

And as to Learning, th'University  
Knoweth well his progress and proficiency:  
He was a walking-Library, past Dimension  
Of Vulgar and of common Apprehension:  
Witness that learned Exposition fame  
Hath (to eternize his ne're-dying Name)  
Made famous th'rowout Europe; even 'mongst those,  
Who are the Scriptures, and the Church's foes.  
By which Twelve Books on Job, he did obtain  
Such Honour, as but few (or none) do gain.   

And thus confusedly, I've ●n brief run o'er,  
Part of his Worth; but now I'll add no more:  
For some will not believe't, but will esteem him  
Of little worth, and greatly flattered deem him:  
And such I'll leave to these their thoughts of heart,  
And come a little to th' Elegiac part.   

According to his Worth, so is our Cross,  
And therefore great, yea, very great's our Loss.  
True; in our time, brave Worthies do resort  
Unto the Happy, to the Heavenly Court:  
But wherefore CARYL, didst thou thus bereave us  
Of so great Good, thus suddenly to leave us?   

But stay, sad Genius! Call back that Expression:  
He's taken away, because of our Transgression.  
The Sins that he Reproved, have called away  
Him from his Work, in this most Needful day.   

Oh that all Heads were Waters, and all Eyes  
Fountains of Tears! That our Heartrending Cries,  
Commixed with Sighs, & Groans, & Tears might drowned  
This World of Sin, lest it this World Confound.   

Come Holy Mourners, you that have the Arts  
Of Weeping Eyes, and broken Bleeding-Hearts.  
Come, here's Occasion for your Lamentation;  
CARYL's expired! that son of Consolation  
And Thunder: Come, weep o'er, weep o'er the Crimes  
Of these Heart-breaking, these Rebellious times.   

Weep Rocks, weep Mountains, now more mild by far  
Than many Men, in this base Ir'n age are.   

But CARYL is not Dead; his Name shall live  
Throughout all Ages: Fate it shall survive.   

He having done his Work, is fallen Asleep;  
(Ah! Can our Adamantine hearts not Weep!)  
For when th'archangels Trump shall sound from Heaven,  
When Sun, Moon, Stars, are of their Light bereaven;  
When all, this all, by Fire shall be destroyed;  
And all be stripped of all they have enjoyed:  
When Jesus Christ the Lamb, turned Lion, shall  
Appear in Glorious Majesty to all:  
When many, with Dread and Despair shall fly  
To Rocks and Mountains, to Fall on them: Cry  
To them for shelter; think'ng to shun him there  
Who see's, and knows at all times, every where,  
All things, and persons;) saying, This is the Day  
Wherein his Indignation he'll Display.   

A blessed Encomion! CARYL will then receive  
From him that sits on th'Throne; then, then! he'll have  
A glorious body; and reentertain  
His Better-part, never to part again;   

I mean his Soul, which even now doth possess  
Those endless Joys, which never will be less.)   

The Righteous Perish, and are taken away;  
None lay't to Heart, nor yet Consider, they  
Are taken from approaching Ills and Dangers;  
But altogether to God's Word are Strangers.   

And since 'tis so, what Judgement will, or shall,  
Sinful, unfruitful England, next befall.  
Oh Brutus heirs! this, and such losses tend  
To future Judgements, if ye done't Amend.  
God for our Sins may punish seven times more,  
With greater Judgements; oftener than before.  
And oh! what horrid Judgement must it be,  
That must be worse full Seventimes, than those three  
Tremendous-Judgments, Plague, and Fire, and Sword?  
And this God will Inflict, he saith in's Word.   

Sure God will vex us in his sore Displeasure;  
And make his Wrath wax hot; open his treasure  
Of Indignation; which he did prepare,  
For those who Live and Die without his Fear.   

I'll not determine, but I'll labour still  
To submit to, and acquiesce with, his Will.   

Come Reader, come; on Trust take Tears and Groans,  
That we like Niobe, may Weep to Stones.  
'Tis Famous CARYL, who served us in the stead  
Of Argus, and Briareus; now is Dead!   

An Acrostic.  

IS CARYL Dead! Or is't a fictious Fame?  
Or hath her lavish-trumpe mistook his Name?  
Say, Is it he, or not? Ah yes, 'tis He;  
E v'n that beloved, flourishing, fruitful Tree!  
Pray then? If God cause Green trees to expire,  
How shall we Dry one's 'scape the axe or fire?   

Can CARYL Die! who lived so much Respected;  
And can our flinty hearts not be Affected?  
Rend Hearts (not Graments;) never urge a Why,  
You may know th'cause: Sorrow doth seem t'reply,  
Lo, Famous CARYL's Dead! and you must shortly Die.    

JOSEPH CARYL, Anagram RIS ' HOLY-PEAC '  

WE hear of War, which often Desolates  
And mighty Kingdoms oft Depopulates:  
Oh that in th'midst of War (if War don't Cease)  
There might RIS ', and continue HOLY-PEAC.   

God hath been long contending with our Land,  
To make us Humble, under's mighty Hand:  
For when we're most Debased in our own Eyes,  
Then HOLY-PEAC ' we may expect to RIS '.   

In th'latter times, 'tis said, that HOLY-PEAC '  
Should RIS ' up; and should more and more increase:  
Though HOLY-PEACeful CARYL's called away;  
This HOLY blessed PEAC ' may RIS ', and stay.   BY S. R. Aged 14 years 3/4 Aug. 1673.   

London, Printed for Rowland Reynolds at the Sun and Bible in the Poultry, 1673.71.