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The Christians labour and reward, or, A sermon, part of which was preached at…
The Christians labour and reward, or, A sermon, part of which was preached at the funeral of the Right Honourable the Lady Mary Vere, relict of Sir Horace Vere, Baron of Tilbury, on the 10th of January, 1671, at Castle Heviningham in Essex by William Gurnall ...
London: printed by J.M. for Ralph Smith, 1672
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Sixthly, Her Humility. This we may call her upper Garment, with which she strived to cover her other Excellencies, though their Beauty was rendered the more conspicuous and amiable, by casting this veil over it. Grace, indeed, is like an Ointment, which the closer it is held in a mans hand, the more strongly it sends forth his sweet scent. Oh how meanly did she think of her self? she saw not how her own Face shined, while others beheld and admired. Ever complaining she was useless, and unprofitable, and did no good. ⟨p. 145⟩Never spake she of her Perfections, but frequently other Imperfections and unworthiness; yea, she would often say, I abhor my self, indeed I do. How easy of access, for the meanest to come into her presence? how affable, courteous, and lowly to the poorest? many times, when her very Servants had done a business well, she had set them about, she would say I thank you, to them. The Law of kindness was in her Tongue, to whomsoever she spake.
Sixthly, Her Humility. This we may call her upper Garment, with which she strived to cover her other Excellencies, though their Beauty was rendered the more conspicuous and amiable, by casting this veil over it. Grace, indeed, is like an Oyntment, which the closer it is held in a mans hand, the more strongly it sends forth his sweet scent. Oh how meanly did she think of her self? she saw not how her own Face shined, while others beheld and admired. Ever complaining she was useless, and unprofitable, and did no good. ⟨p. 145⟩Never spake she of her Perfections, but frequently other Imperfections and unworthiness; yea, she would often say, I abhor my self, indeed I do. How easie of access, for the meanest to come into her presence? how affable, courteous, and lowly to the poorest? many times, when her very Servants had done a business well, she had set them about, she would say I thank you, to them. The Law of kindness was in her Tongue, to whomsoever she spake.
I have but a word or two to speak of her gracious behaviour in her last Sickness, and I shall say no more of this Honourable Person; her Pains was strong, but her Patience stronger; never was she heard to mutter, or utter any repining word; but justified God in all his proceedings with her. Yea more, she was much in admiring and blessing God for his Mercies, in her acutest Pains and greatest Agonies. How doth this Blessed Soul now Carol forth the Praises of God in Heaven? who could sing them so sweetly, while