AN elegy OFFERED UP TO THE MEMORY Of that late faithful Servant of GOD, Mr. JEREMIAH Burroughs', Minister of the Word at Giles Cripplegate and Stepney.  
TO add more ashes to our mortal Store,  
boroughs is followed now, those gone before;  
Unconquered Death, that spareth no degree;  
But fetters all in his Captivity,  
Hath seized him, a servant of the Lord,  
Who preached Jesus, as he's in the word:  
Set forth to all, he for them mercy hath,  
If they upon him will depend their Faith:  
These things (this Man of God) did to us preach,  
And to us plainly Jesus he did teach;  
Declaring to us, he's the only way  
For to be saved, to him we must pray,  
If we would ever Heavens Gates enter in,  
We must leave all, we must forsake cut sin,  
On such good things he thought; the faithful Preacher  
Spent all his life for Christ, who was his Teacher,  
For Christ our Saviour did alone him teach,  
And none but Christ our Saviour would he Preach.  
The world he scorned, though plenty of it having,  
But at God's hands for grace was daily craving;  
Too base it was, that he to it should bend,  
Or to her Riches any credit lend;  
For, what are Riches? But like a Post in's way,  
Or, like a span, or like the flower in May:  
So worldly honours unto him seemed base,  
To honour Christ that was his only grace:  
For Christ alone he loved, so loved to live  
That he might always praises to him give.  
The grace of God was always in his thoughts▪  
The love of God, in sparing such foul faults  
Which he committed daily in his sight,  
Yet from the Lord would never take his flight.  
For Jesus Christ was only his delight,  
And Christ his cross was always in his sight,  
Christ was his joy, he was his whole desire.  
What shall I say? Christ did he love entire.  
An happy end this godly man did make,  
The world, her Riches from him he did shake.  
Elijah like, his mantle left behind  
For others to possess, that they might find  
A loving friend of him, and might confess  
That to his Neighbours all he was no less,  
Than a Johathan unto King David,  
For's love was fixed, fixed where he loved.  
The truth of this, if you desire to know,  
Do you unto his Printed Sermons go;  
For they do there unto the world declare,  
What was their Master's heart, what was his care  
To those that loved grace, and loved those  
That truly loved Christ, and him had chose.  
London afflicted in the face I see.  
That such a man from us by God's decree,  
Should thus be snatched away, and from us part,  
The thoughts of which might melt the hardest heart;  
For in this City, for him being deceased,  
Thousands are mourners, and I not the least▪  
Yet mourn, why should we? Or, why should we weep,  
When Burroughs is not dead, but is a sleep▪  
This man of God unto that glorious place,  
Ascended is, ever to see God's face.  Tendimus huc omnes, metam properamus ad unam, Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas. 
Per me, I. C.   

LONDON.  
Printed by B. A. 1646.