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Johannes in eremo. Memoirs, relating to the lives, of the ever-memorable, Mr. John Cotton,…
Johannes in eremo. Memoirs, relating to the lives, of the ever-memorable, Mr. John Cotton, who dyed, 23.d. 10.m. 1652. Mr. John Norton, who dyed, 5.d. 2.m. 1663. Mr. John Wilson, who dyed, 7.d. 6.m. 1667. Mr. John Davenport, who dyed, 15.d. 1.m. 1670. Reverend and renowned ministers of the Gospel, all, in the more immediate service of one church, in Boston; and Mr. Thomas Hooker, who dyed, 7.d. 5.m. 1647. Pastor of the church at Hartford; New-England. / Written, by Cotton Mather. ; [Three lines of Latin quotation]
Boston : Printed for and sold by Michael Perry, at his shop, under the west end of the Town-House., 1695
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'T'wixt an Apostle, and Evangelist, Let stand his Order in the Heavenly List. Had we the Costly Alabaster Box, What's Left, we'd spend on this New-English KNOX; True Knox, filled with that Great Reformers Grace, In Truths Just cause, fearing no Mortals Face.
'T'wixt an Apostle, and Evangelist, Let stand his Order in the Heavenly List. Had we the Costly Alablaster Box, What's Left, wee'd spend on this New-English KNOX; True Knox, fill'd with that Great Reformers Grace, In Truths Just cause, fearing no Mortals Face.
Christ's Word, it was his Life, Christs Church, his Care; And so Great with him his Least Brethren were, Not Hear, not Cold, not Rain, or Frost, or Snow Could hinder, but he'd to their Sermons go: Aaron's Bells chimed from far, he'd Run, and then His Ravished Soul Echoed, AMEN, AMEN!
Christ's Word, it was his Life, Christs Church, his Care; And so Great with him his Least Brethren were, Not Hear, not Cold, not Rain, or Frost, or Snow Could hinder, but he'd to their Sermons go: Aarons Bells chim'd from far, he'd Run, and then His Ravish'd Soul Echo'd, AMEN, AMEN!
He traverst oft the fierce Atlantic Sea, But, Patmos of Confessors, 'twas for THEE. This Voyage Lands him on the Wished shore, From Whence this Father will return no more, To sit the Moderator of thy Sages. But, Tell his Zeal for thee, to After-Ages, ⟨p. 45⟩His Care to Guide his Flock, and feed his Lambs. By Words, Works, Prayers, Psalms, Alms, and ANAGRAMS: Those Anagrams, in which he made to Start Out of mere Nothings, by Creating Art, Whole Worlds of Counsel; did to Motes Unsold Names, till they Lessons gave Richer than Gold, And Every Angle so Exactly say, It should out-shine the brightest Solar Ray.