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Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long…
Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long since preached / by the late Reverend Dr. Thomas Manton ... And now occasionally published on the much lamented death of Mrs. Ann Terry, who died the 9th of November, 1693. With a short account of some passages of her life, and papers left under her own hand.Advice to mourners under the loss of dear relations in a funeral sermon long since preach'd / by the late Reverand Dr. Thomas Manton ... And now occasionally published on the much lamented death of Mrs. Ann Terry, who died the 9th of November, 1693. With a short account of some passages of her life, and papers left under her own hand.
London: printed by J.D. for Jonathon Robinson, 1694
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.
Stanza I. MY melancholy Muse, so oft employed On the ungrateful Themes of Death, Hoped now a Vacancy to have enjoyed, And for a while t' suspend her mournful Breath. But, lo! a recent Scene of Grief appears, Ponderous, overwhelming Grief, Without Allay, without Relief, Too great to be expressed by any Poets Tears. For who amongst the Sons of Harmony Can give due Praises unto thee? Or can sufficiently deplore The Loss of such in vulgar Excellence, As took its Flight, in thee, from hence, And will (perhaps) bless the unworthy World no more.
Stanza I. MY melancholy Muse, so ost imploy'd On the ungrateful Themes of Death, Hop'd now a Vacancy to have injoy'd, And for a while t' suspend her mournful Breath. But, lo! a recent Scene of Grief appears, Ponderous, overwhelming Grief, Without Allay, without Relief, Too great to be express'd by any Poets Tears. For who amongst the Sons of Harmony Can give due Praises unto thee? Or can sufficiently deplore The Loss of such in vulgar Excellence, As took its Flight, in thee, from hence, And will (perhaps) bless the unworthy World no more.
II. Ah! how unequally does Heaven bestow Its Favours on poor Mortals here below? ⟨p. xx⟩Sometimes it suffers us to be Overcharged with surfeiting Felicity. Grown big with Joy, we think our selves secure Of the much-wished-for Blessing; but alas! We little know how soon from us 'twill pass: A sudden Metamorphosis Deprives us of our charming Bliss; Bliss too Soul-ravishing long to endure: Else had we not been summoned now by Fate (With overflowing Eyes) To sing thy much too early Obsequies, And Godlike Virtues to commemorate.
II. Ah! how unequally does Heaven bestow Its Favours on poor Mortals here below? ⟨p. xx⟩Sometimes it suffers us to be O'recharg'd with surfeiting Felicity. Grown big with Ioy, we think our selves secure Of the much-wish'd-for Blessing; but alas! We little know how soon from us 'twill pass: A sudden Metamorphosis Deprives us of our charming Bliss; Bliss too Soul-ravishing long to endure: Else had we not been summoned now by Fate (With overflowing Eyes) To sing thy much too early Obsequies, And Godlike Vertues to commemorate.