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The day of doom
The day of doom: or, A poetical description of the Great and Last Judgment. With a short discourse about eternity. / By Michael Wigglesworth, teacher of the church at Maldon, in N.E.
Boston: printed by B. Green for Benjamin Eliot, 1701
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In Costly Verse, and most laborious Rimes, Are dished up here Truths worthy most regard: No Toys, nor Fables (Poets wonted Crimes) Here be; but things of worth with Wit prepared. Reader, fall too; and if thy taste be good, Thou'lt praise the Cook, & say, 'Tis choicest Food,
In Costly Verse, and most laborious Rymes, Are dish't up here Truths worthy most regard: No Toyes, nor Fables (Poets wonted Crimes) Here be; but things of worth with Wit prepar'd. Reader, fall too; and if thy tast be good, Thou'lt praise the Cook, & say, 'Tis choisest Food,
David's affliction bred us many a Psalm, From Caves, from mouth of Graves that Singer sweet Oft tuned his Soul felt Notes: For not in's Calm, But Storms, to write most Psalms God made him meet Affliction turned this Pen to Poetry, Whose serious strains do here before thee lie.
David's affliction bred us many a Psalm, From Caves, from mouth of Graves that Singer sweet Oft tun'd his Soul felt Notes: For not in's Calm, But Storms, to write most Psalms God made him meet Affliction turn'd this Pen to Poetry, Whose serious streins do here before thee ly.
This Man with many griefs afflicted sore, Shut up from speaking much in sickly Cave: Thence painful leisure hath to write the more, And sends thee Counsels from the mouth of the' Grave. ⟨image ?⟩One foot in the' other World long time hath been: Read, and thou'lt say, His heart is all therein.
This Man with many griefs afflicted sore, Shut up from speaking much in sickly Cave: Thence painful leisure hath to write the more, And sends thee Counsels from the mouth o'th' Grave.