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A discourse relating to the much-lamented death and solemn funeral of our incomparable and…
A discourse relating to the much-lamented death and solemn funeral of our incomparable and most gracious Queen Mary, of most blessed memory by John Howe.
London: printed for Brabazon Aylmer, 1695
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.
Ours was a Mourning not less grievous than theirs: Nor more grievous than just to the English Nation, i. e. to whom the Soil and the Genius are together native; that are not of an Egyptian Spirit. Unto which, as things happen, (to its Power, or to its Impotency) there is a radical, innate Disposition, either to make Slaves, or to be ⟨p. 4⟩such. There is a sort of People (as was once said) born to Slavery, to whom it is a Birthright. They have it in their Natures, and no other State, as he most aptly spake, is agreeable (or becoming) to them. Quos non decet esse 1nisi servos. They know not what to do with Liberty, any more than that silly Creature that used to haunt the Dunghill, with the Pearl. Therefore they can but suitably value the Restorers and Assertors of it. No Irons can be heavier, or less tolerable to them, than a generous and a Christian State of Freedom. Therefore if none else will do them the kind Office, to put them into gentler Shackles, they grow so unnaturally cruel, as to shackle themselves in the ignoblest sort of Bondage: They are held in the Cords of their own Sins, and make the Chain 2whereby they are to be dragged.
Ours was a Mourning not less grievous than theirs: Nor more grievous than just to the English Nation, i. e. to whom the Soil and the Genius are together native; that are not of an Egyptian Spirit. Unto which, as things happen, (to its Power, or to its Impotency) there is a radical, innate Disposition, either to make Slaves, or to be ⟨p. 4⟩such. There is a sort of People (as was once said) born to Slavery, to whom it is a Birthright. They have it in their Natures, and no other State, as he most aptly spake, is agreeable (or becoming) to them. Quos non decet esse 1nisi servos. They know not what to do with Liberty, any more than that silly Creature that us'd to haunt the Dunghil, with the Pearl. Therefore they can but sutably value the Restorers and Assertors of it. No Irons can be heavier, or less tolerable to them, than a generous and a Christian State of Freedom. Therefore if none else will do them the kind Office, to put them into gentler Shackles, they grow so unnaturally cruel, as to shackle themselves in the ignoblest sort of Bondage: They are held in the Cords of their own Sins, and make the Chain