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An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins;…
An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins; who after he had been many years a faithful pastor to the church at Middletown of Connecticut in New-England, about the forty third year of his age expired; on 28th. 10. month 1684. : [Three lines of quotations in Latin]An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins; who after he had been many years a faithful pastor to the church at Middletown of Connecticut in New-England, about the forty third year of his age expired; on 28th. 10. moneth 1684. : [Three lines of quotations in Latin]
printed by Richard Pierce for Obadiah Gill, 1685
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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I SIGH the Fate for which our broached eyes Spend floods of brine; at which a dire surprise Of a soul-chilling horror doth invade The Soul not stone before; at which are made In serious minds as many wounds as were To Caesar egiven. Reader, shake to hear; ⟨p. 2⟩The DEATH of COLLINS tis. […] without A Paper winding sheet to lay him out! A shame. O that Egyptian Odours, and Embalmers too fwere now at my command! I want them. But Hyperboles withdraw, Be gone Licentious Poets. What I saw On this occasion let some country Rimes That call a Spade a Spade, tell after-Times. DEPRIVED of Chariots & of Horsemen too.g I on the wings of Contemplation flew; Into the howling desert thus I went, The cut-off garden hwhere our David sent His sheep to seed and fold, from which he drave The Ravenous Tiger-brood, in which he gave His herds a Rest at noon. iOn Jordans Banks I meant to sit with Thoughts on this and Thanks But there found I an Elect Lady, kThere Grovelling in Ashes, with dishevelled hair, Smiting her breast, blacked with a mourning dress, Resembling mother Zion in distress;l Or like a Rachel in a Bethlehem plight,m But with a Beauty glittering too, that might The Features show that Judah's preaching King Much did once in his matchless Raptures sing;n ⟨p. 3⟩I found her. There amazed into a Tree