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The last will and testament of Thomas Gataker (B.D., author of the Annotations on…
The last will and testament of Thomas Gataker (B.D., author of the Annotations on Jeremiah 10. ver. 2 and the Vindications of them, as also of the new-come out discourse apologetical) : wherein is showed the manner and order of the disposing of his estate, with the certain legacies given to friends, together with the manner of burial of his aged corps without superficial rites or ceremonies.The last will and testament of Thomas Gataker (B.D., author of the Annotations on Jeremy 10. ver. 2 and the Vindications of them, as also of the new-come out discourse apologetical) : wherin is shewed the manner and order of the disposing of his estate, with the certain legacies given to friends, together with the manner of burial of his aged corps without superficial rites or ceremonies.
S.l. : s.n., 1654
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.
Mr. Thomas Gatakers last will and Testament.
IN the name of the Flock-paced Synod, and Synagogue of Presbyters, Amen. I Thomas Gataker, Parson, Rector (or rather receiver of the Tithes) of Reddriffe, near London, being aged 79. years, and by the course of nature am now in (vesperâ vitae) the evening of my life, do here ordain this to be my last will and Testament (being in perfect remembrance, that no contention or strife may arise after my decease, concerning my ill-gotten estate) in manner and form following
IN the name of the Flock-paced Synod, and Synagogue of Presbyters, Amen. I Thomas Gataker, Parson, Rector (or rather receiver of the Tythes) of Reddriffe, neer London, being aged 79. years, and by the course of nature am now in (vesperâ vitae) the evening of my life, do here ordain this to be my last will and Testament (being in perfect remembrance, that no contention or strife may arise after my decease, concerning my ill-gotten estate) in manner and form following
Imprimis.
I Bequeath my soul (brim-full of corruption) into the merciless clutches of Old-Nick, the Bellows mender, and his well-beloved son Dr. Holmes, (that man of sin and shame) by whose only merits in railing against Astrology, belching out sedition and Heresy amongst the people, and sowing cushions under the elbows of iniquity, my hope is to be saved from the sad fate of the Scotch colours, and to be shortly wrapped up into Jenkins his third heaven, prepared him of old, for his constant perseverance in the Doctrine and Faith of Mr. Love, there for to sing Geneva Jigs, to the delicate tune of O Priests, monstrous Priests, what do you mean to do!