AN ELEGY UPON THE MOST LAMENTED DEATH Of the RIGHT REVEREND D R. JOHN CAUDEN Late LORD BISHOP of WORCESTER; Who Deceased on Friday, September 19 th'. 1662. in Worcester.  

NOw Death's Decrees seemed to be out of date;  
But mark the spleen of Unregarded Fate;  
No Learned Funeral had infamed the Year,  
Nor was the State yet pensived with a Tear,  
The throng of Courses bid us only see  
And Transiently view Mortality;  
But this most sorrowed Hearse commands us Weep,  
And sumd-up Grief as His Memorial keep,  
And in the swollen Confluents of our Eyes,  
Loves Universal Tribute to Comprise.   

Here shall the different Opinions meet,  
And their divided streams each other greet:  
Here shall the Murmuring Floods in Grief Conform,  
And their sad passions raise without a storm:  
While to the Ocean of his Fame they run,  
Not minding whence their Rivulets begun;  
For in this Ceremony all Unite,  
And join Devotions in his Funeral Rite:  
Mixing their Sighs and Prayers in consent,  
And tax the Parcae not the Parliament.   

But let us parentate who know to mourn  
The Church's sorrow in this Prelates Urn.  
And is our Father, our Restorer dead?  
Who'll Peace begin, or mediate in his stead?  
On whose blessed Lips 3 Gasping Realms did wait:  
And from his Oracle did receive their Fate;  
He hath resigned the Life he only breathed  
The Use to us was long before bequeathed.   

He that the Perplexed discords of our peace,  
With his Harmonious Unison did cease;  
He that the Gangreen of the State did cure, 
Medicastri, a Sermon preached before the L General Monk and th● Lord Mayor, etc.   
First made it willing, able then t' endure;  
Opened the Splendour of the Dawning day,  
And like the Baptist first prepared the way:  
Him Orpheus, Galen, Prayers could not save,  
Nor free the Captive from the Conquering Grave:  
Time was Obliged; 'twas in vain to sue,  
Blessed Restitution, thy First Fruits were Due.  
For th' heavenly powers when they held their hand  
And crossed their Arms at Rebels bold command;  
(When the Defenceless Sword had lost its Edge,  
Against that scaly Monster Privilege;  
When its continual Renascent strength,  
'Gainst single Loyalty prevailed at length;)  
Proud with this Champion did the HOST defy,  
(Conviction's greater far than Victory)  
And having proved him to the wished event,  
Withdrew the Hero to his Heavenly Tent.   

Adieu great chrysostom, our Danaan showers,  
Shall ever water thy sepulchral flowrs,  
So Heaven PLANTS thee in a Diocese,  
By thy TRANSLATION to eternal Bliss.   
JAMES HEATH.   

LONDON, Printed for W. Gilbertson at the Bible in Giltspur-street without Newgate, 1662.