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

To the READER

On the BOOK.

Read here the Effigies of a lovely Soul, Composed with a mysterious Harmony Of what soever was great and good; Behold, The Parts rude draught the curious Texture, he Alone that formed it so good With that same Wisdom understood, A Soul too pure to act a Body here, Too great to be confined to a Clod of Earth; And shackling dull Mortality to bear, Impatient to be gone as 'twas for birth, Too resolutely brisk by far To keep's frail Cottage in repair. Blest Martyr (so I dare that Hero call, As well as those who mount the Heaven by fire, Who sacrifices quiet Life and all Pushed on by uncontrollable desire To serve the Lord) thy Memory shall (Without our Praises) grateful be till this vast Fabric fall

REad here the Effigies of a lovely Soul, Compos'd with a mysterious Harmony Of what soe're was great and good; Behold, The Parts rude draught the curious Texture, he Alone that formed it so good With that same Wisdom understood, A Soul too pure to act a Body here, Too great to be confin'd to a Clod of Earth; And shackling dull Mortality to bear, Impatient to be gone as 'twas for birth, Too resolutely brisk by far To keep's frail Cottage in repair. Blest Martyr (so I dare that Hero call, As well as those who mount the Heav'n by fire, Who sacrifices quiet Life and all Pusht on by uncontroulable desire To serve the Lord) thy Mem'ry shall (Without our Praises) grateful be till this vast Fabrick fall