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The holy longing
The holy longing: or, The saints desire to be with Christ: delivered in a sermon at Al-hallows Lombard-street, Aug. 24. 1658. At the funeral of Mr. Jacob Stock. / By Thomas Watson minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.The holy longing: or, The saints desire to be with Christ: delivered in a sermon at Al-hallows Lumbard-street, Aug. 24. 1658. At the funeral of Mr. Jacob Stock. / By Thomas Watson minister of Stephens Walbrook in the city of London.
London: printed by E.M. for Ralph Smith, 1659
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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.
The Muses Threnody, and Faiths Epinichion; Or a funeral Elogy upon the worthy of all memory, Mr. JACOB STOCK.
FA. —What! nought but weep, sad Muse? Up, dry thine eyes, Hang head no more, see how he winged flies Among the Cherubs; once I saw him dwell Within the Microcosm of a shell: Now perched in heaven; Come, let's up and look him, A fever hatched him, then the Angels took him.
FA. —What! nought but weep, sad Muse? Up, dry thine eyes, Hang head no more, see how he winged flies Among the Cherubs; once I saw him dwell Within the Microcosme of a shell: Now perch't in heaven; Come, let's up and look him, A feaver hatch't him, then the Angels took him.
Mu. —Ah! I'm undone, He was my Benjamin, my only son, Idolatry I would not recontrive, Or else I'd call him Moses Redivive For skill in Egypts Arts; Methinks I see Their Hieroglyphics in Logometrie. Great Livy in small skins, or Philadelph The old worlds wonder piled up in a shelf. All Euclid's lines concentered in a point, And Ptolemy's broken Spheres right set in joint.
Mu. —Ah! I'me undone, He was my Benjamin, my only son, Idolatry I would not recontrive, Or else I'de call him Moses Redivive For skill in Egypts Arts; Methinks I see Their Hieroglicks in Logometrie. Great Livye in small skins, or Philadelph The old worlds wonder pi'ld up in a shelf. All Euclids lines concentred in a point, And Ptol'mys broken Sphears right set in joynt.