An Acrostick

N ow he's admitted to Coelestial Joys, O ut of Earths grief's, and World's disturbing noise; A nd all his Works, him follow shall, tho' he, D oth rest in's Grave, from those his Labours free; I n which his body sleeps till th' dreadful Day, A nd final Trumpets sound, then must obey; H ave Glorious shining shall his risen Clay.

R Emaining whilst his body's here, i'th' dust U nto the perfect Spirits, of the Just, S hall be receiv'd, (with Glory rais'd) his Soul; S o abides, till Heav'n's Rolled, as a Scroll; E njoying things, unthought, unheard, unseen, L ay'd up for those, of GOD, who've Lovers been.