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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.
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.
Methinks I see how fraught the Pulpit was Of Grace, of Gravity, of Wisdom, when With most harmonious notes a Barnabas He now was, and a Boanerges then:
How deep his Sermons were, where Elephants Might take content, and yet withal how plain, Suited unto the leather Doublet's Wants. All in a near unimitable Strain:
How deep his Sermons were, where Elephants Might take content, and yet withal how plain, Suited unto the leather Dublet's Wants. All in a near unimitable Strain:
What undashed †wine he gave me: what a Zeal For me consumed him: how material He was in Dispensations aimed to heal Distempers in me, yet how Spiritual:
What undasht †wine he gave me: what a Zeal For me consum'd him: how material He was in Dispensations aim'd to heal Distempers in me, yet how Spiritual:
- †all. to 2. Cor. 2. 17. gr.