MEMENTO MORI  AN ELEGY To the Endeared Memory OF THAT Learned and Reverend Minister of the Gospel Dr LAZARUS SEAMAN, Who died on Friday the 3d. of September 1675, and was carried from Draper's Hall to be Interred, with a numerous Train of Christian Friends bewailing his Death.  

Historians tell us, when Masistius died,  
So much he was beloved, that all the Pride  
And Flower of famous Carthage, for his sake  
Did sympathising Robes of Sables make,  
And broke their City-Bulwarks, that the torn  
And shattered flints might with the people mourn.  
So when the brave Vespasian took his leave  
Of Earth, how did the valiant Romans grieve  
In Universal Groans! The News we find,  
Titus is dead, the darling of Mankind.  
And shall mere Heathens such kindness bestow  
On a poor glimpse of Virtue, and we show  
No just Regret for One, whose pious Soul  
All Virtues and all Graces did inrol?  
A Saint is greater than a Hero far;  
One Man of God's worth Twenty Men of War.  
Poor Conquerors are they, who after all  
Their great Achievements, by their Passions fall.  
But Reverend Seaman did himself subdue;  
Himself, the greater Conquest of the Two.  
How great his Triumph! that overcame the evil  
Mischievous World, fond Flosh, and crafty Devil;  
And both by Doctrine and Example too,  
Taught us what in those Conflicts we should do.  
At such a loss all our Delights should turn  
To Grief, and Mirth itself beforced to mourn:  
Sighs should engross our Breath, till there appear  
A general Sorrow Limbeckt in a Tear.  
The Arts and Lenguages, with every trick  
Of subtle Logic, and gay Rhetoric,  
Long since he understood; yet would not they  
His well-poized mind to proud Conceit betray.  
'Midst all his Studies, 'twas his only pride  
To know the Truth, and Jesus Crucify'd.  
So that his parts acquired, did humbly shine,  
And taste like Water turned by Christ to Wine:  
Knowledge and Zeal in him so sweetly met,  
His Pulpit seemed a second Olivet;  
Where from his Lips he would deliver things,  
As though some Seraphin had clapped his Wings.  
His powerful Sermons were so fitly dressed,  
Each Hearers Soul seemed touched, each thought expressed.  
Oh! what a sacred Surgeon has he been,  
To set a Conscience out of joint by Sin!  
He at one blow could Wound and Heal: We all  
Wondered to see a Purge a Cordial.  
His Manna-breathing Sermons often have  
Given all our good thoughts life, our bad a Grave.  
He did not only Tax, but Shame abuse,  
His Practice being still his Doctrine's Use.  
He lived his Sermons: the profane were vexed,  
To see his Actions Comments on his Text.  
His Virtues so Instructive did appear,  
As if each place to him a Pulpit were.  
His presence so Divine, that Heaven might be  
Now (were it possible) more Heavenly.   

Triumphant Soul! whose happy Race is run,  
Thy Warfare ended, and thy Conquest won;  
Whilst we poor Mortals here survive in toil,  
And still Encounter, oft receive a Foil.  
Thou wear'st the long White Robe, whilst we remain  
Polluted so, each moment adds a Stain.  
Thou hast th' Immortal Crown, readest the new Name;  
Our guilty Faces covered still with Shame.  
Thou raised to Heaven, We grovel here below;  
We Sin and Sorrow, Thou dost neither know.  
So different our Estates, yet nevertheless,  
We envy not, though towards one State we press  
It is thy Bliss, thou changed art, made free;  
It is our wish to Change, and be like thee.  
Nor's Scaman dead, but with endless life Crowned,  
Where never- fading Glories do abound.  
His Works survive, a Precedent to be  
Both unto us, and to Posterity;  
There he speaks yet, though dead, to dry the Tears  
Wherein the loss of such a Worth appears:  
And further seems to say, You that affect  
My Memory, 〈◊〉 ever do expect  
To see my Face, pursue that happy Tract  
Wherein I walked, and do as I did act;  
So shall my Death the best be Elegized,  
Jehovah praised, and your Faith Exercised,  
Till we shall meet, where I shall shine more bright,  
For having been a Star to give you Light.   
FINIS.   

London: Printed for D. M. in the Year 1675.