The life and funeral sermon of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Brand Dr. Samuel Annesley

II. To's Father's Name, or Church was no Disgrace; None he would do: Had no desire to Rasel Whilst Build he might not, in his Father's place: Who Dignified by her, yet far outvied That Grace, and her more highly Dignified By such a Son: Whom (ah!) she had not known, When in a Crowd, she did him too disown: Had she foreseen, sure, for his sake alone, Black Bartholomew had never Outed one. But he his Filial Duty never forgot; No more her Name, than his own Soul would blot: Strokes, aimed at her, he'd with his Peril Ward; And to her Worthies paid a just Regard; Nor Bribed; Whilst he with Generous Content Her Titles mis'st, his own fair Income spent, Not Held of her; yet Turned to her Use: For that's True Schism, and the worst Abuse, Which Vogues Our Church not served, but undone; When Souls to Christ's by all apt means are won.

II. To's Father's Name, or Church was no Disgrace; None he would do: Had no desire to Rasel Whilst Build he might not, in his Father's place: Who Dignify'd by her, yet far outvy'd That Grace, and her more highly Dignify'd By such a Son: Whom (ah!) she had not known, When in a Croud, she did him too disown: Had she foreseen, sure, for his sake alone, Black Barth'l'mew had never Outed one. But he his Filial Duty ne'er forgot; No more her Name, than his own Soul would blot: Strokes, aim'd at her, he'd with his Peril Ward; And to her Worthies paid a just Regard; Nor Brib'd; Whilst he with Generous Content Her Titles mis'st, his own fair Income spent, Not Held of her; yet Turned to her Ʋse: For that's True Schism, and the worst Abuse, Which Vogues Our Church not served, but undone; When Souls to Christ's by all apt means are wone.

III. This his grand Project; this his single Aim Not tied to Party, Interest, or Name: The Christian Sum with differing side agreed, In God's Ten Words, Christ's Prayer, the Apostle's Creed: No Fire-brand but a burning, shining Light, His Love as fervent as his Knowledge bright: This Puffed not up his Mind; That Edified His, and who knows, how many Souls beside? His Tongue, Feet, Hand, and even Purse could Teach: His Seasoned Speech would daily hourly Preach; Yet sweetly flowing Charmed, and Chained the Ear, Whilst he could speak, swift and intent to hear. What some would stories call, were Parables, At once to Please and Profit; Sacred Spells, Could Heaven lure down to Earth, Earth raise to Heaven: Such Help to Men; Such Grace to him was given! Words, backs (and edged) by his rare Bounty, could From Flint supply the Desert with a Flood. His wise Reproofs, as Lightning darted in, Could melt hard Hearts, and never raze the Skin; No Scar would make will out yet wrought the Cure within.