The life and death of Mr. Tho. Wilson, minister of Maidstone, in the county of Kent, M.A.

Epitaphium Thomae Wilsoni, aliquando Madi Pastoris.

Wilsoni hic teanem Lectores cernitis rumbram. Longe hac clava magis stella micausque fuit, Sic fust in vitae Wilsonus sicque recessu, Sic nobis detue vivere sleque mori.

Englished.

Lo here of Wilson but a shadow slight, He was a Star of more illustrious light; Such Wilson was in Life, such in his Death, God grant we may so live, so yield our breath.

I Obitam Reverendi nec non Eruditi Theologi Thomae Wilsoni, olim Madi in Cantio Pa∣storis Fidelissimi Epicedium.

Quo fugis eximiae virtutis magne Sacerdos? Doctrinae Princeps quo fugis? O quid agis? Hostibus infestis pugnare relinquis agis, Palma quibus celebris te Duce certa suit. Dic quibus in terris habeant certamine duro, Quae Natura tibi dona stupenda dedit? Dic ubi cor largum, cerebrumque est, mentis acumen, Ac tua lingua fluens, quove reperta loco? Te coluere Patres, te quaeque Scientia norit, Incaluere Artes servido a more tui. Tullius alter eras, nec non facundus Apollos, Doctrinae Decus, ac Religionis honos AEtatis Phaenix, O terque quaterque beate Ingenio, literis, sed Pierare magis. Exemplum clarum probitatis, voce docebas Et vitâ, omnimode sacra statuta Dei. Sol velut innumeros radios jaculatus ubique, Spargebas Tenebras luce micante ingras. Te semel extincto, quam densa caligo secuta est, Quantum nostra statim pectora noctis habent, Napeo eras Terris summo sulgore coruscans, Jam Caelis, nobis quám cito stella cadens, Curribus igniferis rapide super aethera vectus, Sedibus aeternis, est tibi plena quies: Non tua maesta satis praesenti funera versu Plangam, te lachrymis secla futura gemenr. Te bene perpetuam famae meruisse columnam Quis negat, at quinam marmora digna sciat Solvo Parentales vitus, mihi chare Valeto Dum tibi me miserum hinc, ultima sata vocant.

Sic slerit G. S.

REader, Lo here, a soul rais'd up so high As if extracted all by Chymistry. Nothing I see, but what I dare to call (And without pardon) Quint essential.

His memory a Miracle to hold The Testaments at large both New and Old. His intellect so radiant, which can Cope with the Sun, when i'th' Meridian. So big with learning that in him we see Not Student, but an Vniversitie.

His Graces when rais'd up and shew the bead, Ours like Stars hasten for shame to best, What Mortal ever own'd so blest a state? Thus here on Earth, Heaven to anticipate?

FINIS.