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A FUNERAL TRIBUTE To the Honourable Dust of that most Charitable Christian, Vnbiassed Politician, And unimitable Pyrotechnist John Winthrope
esq: A Member of the Royal Society, & Governour of Conecticut Colony in NEW-ENGLAND.
Who expired in his Countreys Service,
April. 6th. 1676.
ANother Black Parenthesis of woe
The
Printer wills that all the World should know
Sage Winthrop prest with publick sorrow Dies
As the Sum total of our Miseries:
A Man of worth who
[...] may ranked be
Not with the thirty but the peerless three
Of
[...] Worthies, Heir to all the Stock
Of praise his S
[...]re received from his Flock:
GREAT
WINTHROPS Name shall never be forgotten
Till all
NEW-ENGLANDS Race be dead and rotten;
That Common Stock of all his Countries weal
Whom Grave and Tomb-stone never can conceal.
Three Colonies his
PATIENTS bleeding lie
Deserted by their great
PHYSICIANS eye;
Whose common sl
[...]ce is po
[...]zed for their tears,
And Ga
[...]es fly open to a Sea of fears.
His Christian Modesty would never let
His Name be near unto his
SAVIOVRS set:
Yet Miracles set by, hee'd act his part
Better to LIFE then Doctors of his Art.
Projections various by fire he made
Where Nature had her common Treasure laid.
Some thought the tincture
Philosophick lay
Hatcht by the Mineral Sun in
WINTHROPS way▪
And clear it shines to me he had a Stone
Grav'd with his Name which he could read alone.
To say how like a
SCEVOLA in Court
Or ancient
CONSVLS Histories report
I here for bear, hoping some learned Tongue
Will quaintly write, and not his Honour wrong.
His common Acts with brightest lustre shone,
But in
Apollo's Art he was alone.
Sometimes Earths veins creeping from endless holes
Would stop his plodding eyes: anon the Coals
Must search his Treasure, conversant in use
Not of the Mettals only but the juice.
Sometimes his wary steps, but wandring too
Would carry him the Christal Mountains to
Where Nature locks her Gems, each softly spark
Mocking the Stars, spher'd in their
[...] dark.
Sometimes the Hough, anon the Gardners Spade
He deign'd to use, and tools of th' Chymick trade.
His fruit of Toyl Hermetically done
Stream to the poor as light doth from the Sun.
The lavish Garb of silks, Rich Plush and Rings
Physicians Livery, at his feet he flings.
One hand the Bellows held, by t'other Coals
Disposes he to hatch the health of Souls;
Which Mysteries this
Chiron was more wise
Then unto ideots to Anatomize.
But in a second person hopes I have
His Art will live though he possess the Grave.
To treat the
MORALS of this Healer
Luke
Were to essay to write a
PENTATVKE,
Since all the Law as to the
MORAL part
Had its impression in his spotless heart:
The vertues shining brightest in his Crown
Were self depression, scorning all renown;
Meekness and Justice were together laid
When any Subject from good order straid.
Neither did ever Artificial fire
Boyle up the Choler of his temper higher
Then modest bounds. In Church and Common-wealth
Who was the Balsome of his Countries Health.
Europe sure knew his worth who fixt his Name
Among its glorious Stars of present fame.
Here Royal
CHARLES leads up, stands
WINTHROPE there
Amongst the
Virtuosi in the Rear:
But for his Art with hundreds of the rest
He might be be plac'd in Front and come a Breast.
What Soul in fouldings 'tother side the Serene
With Souls turn'd Angels guess we to have been
When first his Chariot wheels the threshold felt
Where
WINTHROPS, DVDLYS, COTTONS Spirits dwelt?
VVhat melting joys are there? Sorrows below,
Should adequately from
New-England flow:
If Saints be intercess
[...]rs, heres our hope
VVe need not be beholding to the Pope.
VVe have as good our selves, an honest Brother
Outvies their Saintship, there or any other.
Now
Helmo
[...]ts lines so learned and abstruse
Are laid aside and quite cast out of use:
And Authors which such vast expenses spent
Lye like his Corps; his
[...]ar is only lent
To Heavenly Harmonies, all things his Eye
Views in the platforme whence all forms did fly;
His labours cease for ever, but the fruit
He reaps at Fountain head without dispute.
B. Thompson.