In Obitum viri optimi J: C. Eirenarchæ

Summary

Heer lies pure and precious Dust,

Enclosed in this Urne;

which at the Resurrection must

To life againe returne.

For though his dust in silence lies,

with other Earth engrost;

It is a Treasure of such price,

A graine shall not bee lost.

This Grave must him againe restore,

when the last Trump shall sound;

And hee alive as here to-fore

with endlesse Joyes bee crownd.

Here lie his bones, his Soule above,

Doth Heav'nly blisse enjoy;

His Memory enbalm'd with Love,

With us on Earth doth stay.

Mistake not Reader; I don't meane,

As if twere here alone,

That his dear Memory doth remaine,

Grav'd on this obscure Stone:

Tis not this Stone which after Death,

Doth make his Name to live;

It was his Life which so much breath,

To this dumbe Stone did give.

T. T.