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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.
His Widow then, (the tender Whiting swam Through' the Black {right †}sea of Death to us) I came (Said She) to bear a part with you. But I Must in deep Silence do't. That every Sigh Of mine—O that it Marbles might erect To him, for lack of whom I'm thus deject.
His Widdow then, (the tender Whiting swam Thro' the Black {right †}sea of Death to us) I came (Said She) to bear a part with you. But I Must in deep Silence do't. That ev'ry Sigh Of mine—O that it Marbles might erect To him, for lack of whom I'm thus deject.
- {right †}all. to the Mare mortuum.
And then his Orphans, all ensabled add O could we say—that once a Father had, A Father whose paternal over-sight Did make us over happy, whose Delight Was in our Welfare, whose Behaviours Still taught us—Mercy! what a Loss is our's!
In this Distraction mixing once again A Consolation-cup; fThick Mists amain About us gathering; a Murmur there Of the blest Shade himself we then might hear.
- fsuch the Jews were wont to have at their Funerals.