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Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain…
Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain General and Governor in Chief of the province of the Massachuset-Bay, New England, containing the memorable changes undergone, and actions performed by him / written by one intimately acquainted with him.Pietas in patriam the life of His Excellency Sir William Phips, Knt. late Captain General and Governour in Chief of the province of the Massachuset-Bay, New England, containing the memorable changes undergone, and actions performed by him / written by one intimately acquainted with him.
London: printed by Sam. Bridge for Nath. Hiller, 1697
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Late Captain General and Governor in Chief, of the Province of the Massachuset-Bay New-England, who Expired in London, Feb. 18. 1694/5.
Late Captain General and Governour in Chief, of the Province of the Massachuset-Bay New-England, who Expired in London, Feb. 18. 1694/5.
And to Mortality a Sacrifice Falls He, whose Deeds must Him Immortalize!
Rejoice Messieurs; Netops rejoice, 'tis true; Ye Philistines, none will rejoice but You: ⟨image 65⟩Loving of All He Died; who Love him not, Now, have the Grace of Publicans forgot. Our Almanacs foretold a great Eclipse, This they foresaw not, of our greater PHIPS. PHIPS our great Friend, our Wonder, and our Glory, The Terror of our Foes, the World's rare Story. England will Boast him too, whose Noble Mind Impelled by Angels, did those Treasures find. Long in the Bottom of the Ocean laid, Which her Three Hundred Thousand Richer made. By Silver yet ne'er Cankered, nor defiled By Honour, nor Betrayed when Fortune smiled. Since this bright Phoebus visited our Shore, We saw no Fogs, but what were raised before: Those vanished too; harassed by Bloody Wars Our Land saw Peace, by his most generous Cares. The Wolvish Pagans, at his dreaded Name, Tamed, shrunk before him, and his Dogs became! Fell Moxus and fierce Dockawando fall, Charmed at the Feet of our Brave General.
REjoice Messieures; Netops rejoice, 'tis true; Ye Philistines, none will rejoice but You: ⟨image 65⟩Loving of All He Dy'd; who Love him not, Now, have the Grace of Publicans forgot. Our Almanacks foretold a great Eclipse, This they foresaw not, of our greater PHIPS. PHIPS our great Friend, our Wonder, and our Glory, The Terror of our Foes, the World's rare Story. England will Boast him too, whose Noble Mind Impell'd by Angels, did those Treasures find. Long in the Bottom of the Ocean laid, Which her Three Hundred Thousand Richer made. By Silver yet ne'r Canker'd, nor defil'd By Honour, nor Betray'd when Fortune smil'd. Since this bright Phoebus visited our Shoar, We saw no Fogs, but what were rais'd before: Those vanish'd too; harras'd by Bloody Wars Our Land saw Peace, by his most generous Cares. The Wolvish Pagans, at his dreaded Name, Tam'd, shrunk before him, and his Dogs became! Fell Moxus and fierce Dockawando fall, Charm'd at the Feet of our Brave General.