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Warnings from the dead. Or Solemn admonitions unto all people
Warnings from the dead. Or Solemn admonitions unto all people; but especially unto young persons to beware of such evils as would bring them to the dead. / By Cotton Mather. ; In two discourses, occasioned by a sentence of death, executed on some unhappy malefactors. ; Together with the last confession, made by a young woman, who dyed on June 8. 1693. One of these malefactors.
printed by Bartholomew Green for Samuel Phillips, 1693
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.
I am to tell you,
First, That you have been fearfully Mad all this While. You were indeed Born like the Wild Asses Colt, and so you have lived all your Days, Was it not a mad thing for you, to follow the Motions of the Devil, rather than to follow the Motions of the Saviour, as you have done in all your Conversation? Was it not a mad thing for you to make your selves the Common Enemies of mankind, when you were in a Country, where no man who don't Scorn to Work, need fear to Starve? ⟨p. 31⟩Has it not been a Mad thing for you to sell your Lives, yea, to fell your Souls, for a little Meat and Drink, when you might have secured Food more Convenient for you, by preserving your own Lives and Souls? When Esau threw away a Birth-right for a Breakfast he was not half so mad as you […] Methinks, you should make, A Great and Exceeding bitter Cry, at the mention of it?
First, That you have been fearfully Mad all this While. You were indeed Born like the Wild Asses Colt, and so you have lived all your Days, Was it not a mad thing for you, to follow the Motions of the Devil, rather than to follow the Motions of the Saviour, as you have done in all your Conversation? Was it not a mad thing for you to make your selves the Common Enemies of mankind, when you were in a Country, where no man who don't Scorn to Work, need fear to Starve? ⟨p. 31⟩Has it not been a Mad thing for you to sell your Lives, yea, to fell your Souls, for a little Meat and Drink, when you might have secured Food more Convenient for you, by preserving your own Lives and Souls? When Esau threw away a Birth-right for a Breakfast he was not half so mad as you 〈…〉 Methinks, you should make, A Great and Exceeding bitter Cry, at the mention of it?