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An elegy on the death of that most laborious and painful minister of the…
An elegy on the death of that most laborious and painful minister of the gospel, Mr. John Norcot who fell asleep in the Lord the 24th day of this instant March, 1675/6.
London: printed for Ben. Harris, 1676
No title page in the transcription: set from the catalogue record.
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.
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Look for new flames, thy Lots are calling out.
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And now chastised flock a word or two,
And now chastized flock a word or two,
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I've double sorrow when I think of you.
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When that the Harvest doth for Reapers call,
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To lose your Labourer, this wound's not small.
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O who shall bear the burden of the day,