To the Right Honourable my Lord Marquis of Queensberry, Lord High Thesaurer of Scotland.  

OAths of alledgeance, and supremacy  
Show, that our Church, and State, in one aggree.  
Then who dare blame me, if I Dedicate,  
The Church's Pearl, to a Peer of State?  
May Heavens protect the Noble Dowglas blood,  
Than which no race was ever 
* An old Anagram of the name of Dowglas. Al so gwd. No name, no race, no pedigree, no blood, In Albion's Isle, were ever all so good.  all so good.   
OBSEQUIES To the Memory, of that Reverend, Learned, and Devoute Prelate, ALEXANDER, Late LORD BISHOP of ROSSE.  
MAN'S Life's a flying vapour, which doth rise  
Like a small spot, 'twixt two eternities:  
An empty shadow of a lying dream,  
Where we delusions, for delights esteem;  
Which in our best, and prosperous state, doth show,  
Like drops of frailty plunged in Seas of wo.  
Behold this Reverend Prelate, who to save  
His Life, did only travel for a grave,  
Not disregarded, though abroad, and from  
Both Family, and Friends, God Takes Him Home.  
One, to this Earth, of purpose sent by fate,  
This age might have a Saint to imitate.  
And that deservedly; he is a theme,  
Will naked Truth make masked flattery seem.  
For in the Firmament of fame, he'll shine  
To all posterity, a grand Divine,  
A Prelate wise, devout in words and deed's,  
An Ornament to all the Mitred heads.  
The draught, and mirror, of a spotless life:  
The Preachers wonder, and the hearers strife.  
Crowned with wisdoms rays; he bore a mind  
From Earth, and ignorance alike refined.  
Depths of all Mysteries he throughly knew,  
While Trees for Men, and Men for Trees we view.  
No interest in this World's affairs required,  
From Pomp, and gain, he cheerfully retired.  
His house a Bethlehem was, an house of bread.  
The poor and needy to supply, and feed.  
That Gospel-spirit of true charity,  
His Hand, and Heart made always openly  
To all his neighbour wants: To all a Friend  
Delighting to do good, and to be kind.  
All that afflicted were, he cured their care,  
With prudent Counsels, and with holy prayer.  
Our Pressours to relieve, our wants supply,  
These were his riches, this his Luxury.  
His Alms to all, no ostentation stains,  
But Godly poor-men were his Benjamins.  
Narcissus to the thing for which he pineed,  
Was not more like, than he in heart and mind  
Was to the harmless Dove, almost in all  
But chiefly herein, that he wanted Gall.  
He was another Moses, in whose breast,  
Passion (if entered) never found a rest.  
His calm and Heavenly Soul, it could not be  
Ruffled, not rankled with an injury.  
Nor scorn, nor spite of his worst foes could move  
Him to restrain his Service, or his Love.  
Whose Tongues with Gall, and Hearts with envy swelled,  
He with Compassion, or neglect beheld:  
For he who doth to immortal glory post,  
Is not with vain and empty trifles crossed,  
He was no Temporizer, who did run  
Or ever dance to present Fortunes' tune.  
No low-pitcht Soul, yet unaspiring he  
Attained to grandeur by humility.  
So tender to his Clergy, it did seem  
Each Church man was a second self to him.  
In trust and Counsel to his Friend so close,  
If they were Nisus, he Euryalus.  
His whole deportment Gentle, sober, sweet,  
For in his breast, did Zeal with meekness meet.  
High wrongs, high place, in which he was employed▪  
He meekly suffered, modestly enjoyed.  
chaste, as the blushes of a Virgin rose;  
Kind to his Friends, and courteous to his foes.  
For as a Princely Priest he wisely knew,  
How to protect, and generously rescue,  
With a mild Majesty, his Friends repute  
From those who did their Honour persecute.  
As a magnanimous and wise Commander  
He kept the mean 'twixt flattery, and slander.  
At home, abroad unto a scruple tried,  
By every dispensation ratified;  
So that the purging Fire, and fanning Wind,  
Left but pure Grain, and Quintessence behind.  
Preaching, and prayer hence, from grosser oar  
He did refine to Spirit, and to power.  
We saw in his discourses and exemple  
Vnim, and Thummim, in the second Temple.  
Yet with no borrowed wings did take his flight,  
Nor Glow worm like, shined with a juggling light.  
What ever from his Lips, or life there came  
To us did sparkle from the Heavenly flamm '  
Infused, more than acquired; and did inspire,  
And then inflamed every meaner fire  
Of his inferior charge (like Golden-hair,  
The beams, the Sun darts through the lightsome air)  
His light, and heat, at once in them appeared,  
Although but in poor Camels hair attired.  
But his more radiant, and more active spirit,  
Doth now a clear, and ample orb inherit,  
Where it hath lost itself, being rapt above,  
In an eternal Maze of Joy, and Love:  
Where shades are gone, and all the Ideas ripe,  
Have now resolved themselves into the type.  
Blessed is thy hap, our hope, thou'rt at thy rest.  
Whilst we with Gog and Magog, must contest.  
May Heavens bequeath to some, if not to all  
That on our Spirits thy rich Mantle fall.  
And to all aftertimes thy motto be,  
YOUNG did both teach, and live Divinity.  
This box of spikenard, while on thee we cast,  
Non but a Judas will surmise it wast:  
Tho to thy memory much more we owe,  
Yet praise, and tears is all we dare bestow.  2 Kings 2: 12. My Father, my Father, the Chariot of Israel, and the Horsemen thereof. Occidit ante diem, & spes nostras morte fefellit,  

HIS EPITAPH.  
TO name all gifts, and graces were too long;  
This all contains, Here lieth Bishop YOUNG  Dignum laude virum Musa vetat mori. Horat. 
Mr. NINIAN PATERSON.   

Sold by Walter Pope in Roxburghs Close, over against St. Giles Steeple, Anno 1683.