A47480:93
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.
Would be too straight for those great Springs that rise.
Would be too streight for those great Springs that rise.
But since our Vessels fills up to the top,
Lets empty them, for every sin a drop.
For it lets wish we were composed of Snow,
For it lets wish we were compos'd of Snow,
Instead of Flesh, yea made of Ice, that so