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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.
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!
I Bequeath my soul (brim-full of corruption) into the merciless clutches of Old-Nick, the Bellows mender, and his well-beloved son Dr. Holms, (that man of sin and shame) by whose only merits in railing against Astrology, belching out sedition and Heresie amongst the people, and sowing cushions under the elbowes of iniquity, my hope is to be saved from the sad fate of the Scotch colours, and to be shortly wrapt 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 Jiggs, to the delicate tune of O Priests, monstrous Priests, what do you mean to do!
And for my body, in regard it hath patiently sustained, and run through the fiery trial of a Bawdy-house, and been but lately parboiled in Cornelius his Tub, it is my desire that Alexander Kinsey (dwelling at the Woolsack in Ivy-lane) may have the burial thereof in his Petits, my ears only excepted, and hereafter otherwise disposed; and that the Silkmen and Mercers Apprentices (and others my well-disposed Proselites) in Pater-noster-Row, will accompany it to the grave, and there to see it decently interred, without any Popish Rites, superstitious prayers, or ceremonies, other then what the Directory of their Morning and Evening stomachs shall admit of, by which means, my intent is, that Alexander may save some moneys (towards the payment of his Daughters portion, who is now upon the prick of preferment) which would otherwise be laid out on Hogs Grease, and cleansing scraps, usually (by him) bought at Pie-corner, and this out of the mere good will I bear