An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins;…

Name: An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins;…
Author: Cotton Mather

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]

Cotton Mather 1663–1728printed by Richard Pierce for Obadiah Gill, 1685

[4], 16, 18-20, [1] p. ; (8vo) · 3.2k words · Evans 392 · Wing M1100

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FUNERAL-TEARS At the Grave of The much Desired And Lamented Mr. NAT…: FUNERAL-TEARS At the Grave of The much Desired And Lamented Mr. NATHANAEL COLLINS? Who…FUNERAL-TEARS At the Grave of The much Desired And Lamented Mr. NAT…: FUNERAL-TEARS At the Grave of The much Desired And Lamented Mr. NATHANEEL COLLINS? Who…

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Sir, Ask you this? Are you a Sojourner Within New-Englands bounds & know not why? I've lost great COLLINS, man! O that, O there From this Tears-Fountain ^pis my misery. Immortal COLLINS! what a Charm is in So dear a Name? 'Tis Honey mixed with gall To think, I had him, but, I miss him; Seen He was, sad word! ^qbut so no more be shall. MY Love is Talkative: tis fit that I Thus vent my smothered Fire. The Rabbins say That when good old Methuselah did dye, His Wife nine husbands lost in him that day. Like Looser I will speak: The Lamentation Over Jerusalem's Woe doth suit me well, A Widow how is she become! ^‖Privation Seems now to be my only Principle. ⟨p. 4⟩Once did I prise, I'll now praise what I had. The box of his Fames Ointment ^*now shall send Abroad its Odours. Alexander ^†dead Had not the scent which doth from him ascend.

SIr, Ask you this? Are you a Sojourner Within New-Englands bounds & know not why? I've lost great COLLINS, man! O that, O there From this Tears-Fountain ^pis my misery. Immortal COLLINS! what a Charm is in So dear a Name? 'Tis Honey mixt with gall To think, I had him, but, I miss him; Seen He was, sad word! ^qbut so no more be shall. MY Love is Talkative: tis fit that I Thus vent my smother'd Fire. The Rabbins say That when good old Methusela did dye, His Wife nine husbands lost in him that day. Like Looser I will speak: The Lamentation Over Jerus'lems Woe doth suit me well, A Widow how is she become! ^‖Privation Seems now to be my only Principle. ⟨p. 4⟩

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