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Eureka. The virtuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary…Eureka. The vertuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary…
Eureka. The virtuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary Brown, late consort of Benjamin Brown Esq. in Salem. : [Three lines from Ruth III]Eureka. The vertuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary Brown, late consort of Benjamin Brown Esq. in Salem. : [Three lines from Ruth III]
Boston: printed by Bartholomew Green, 1704
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.
TRUTH, Thou shalt be my Muse, and first relate How MARY Shone first in her Virgin-State. To Learn or Do some Good thing every Day Was the Prime Study of this Agatha. Ambitious Early to Enjoy a Mind, From Earth, and Foggy Ignorance refined. A Bible, not Romance, her Eyes before, Then daily helped her Heaven to implore. Tutors one never more obedient saw; Their Word, their very Look, She made her Law. To fill her Soul with high Attainments, She Gladly Out-Laboured the Industrious Be. No Hind Let Loose; but Guarded well, and grave; Most Goodly Words, yet our Eulalia gave. Not Confident; Like Damsels which their Chin Contrive more than their Tongue, to Bridle in. Not of the Gadding Tribe; nor could She bear, So Chaste! the least Indecent Thing to hear. With still a Silent Blush, her Rising Blood Spoke in her Face, Care to be very Good. Pale with the Fear of doing ill, and Red With Modesty, was all the Paint She had. ⟨p. 3⟩Go on, dear TRUTH, charge once Truth-Speaking Fame To Tell whose Wife, & What She then became.
TRUTH, Thou shalt be my Muse, and first relate How MARY Shone first in her Virgin-State. To Learn or Do some Good thing every Day Was the Prime Study of this Agatha. Ambitious Early to Enjoy a Mind, From Earth, and Foggy Ignorance refin'd. A Bible, not Romance, her Eyes before, Then daily help'd her Heaven to implore. Tutors one never more obedient saw; Their Word, their very Look, She made her Law. To fill her Soul with high Attainments, Shee Gladly Out-Labour'd the Industrious Bee. No Hind Let Loose; but Guarded well, and grave; Most Goodly Words, yet our Eulalia gave. Not Confident; Like Damsels which their Chin Contrive more than their Tongue, to Bridle in. Not of the Gadding Tribe; nor could She bear, So Chast! the least Indecent Thing to hear. With still a Silent Blush, her Rising Blood Spoke in her Face, Care to be very Good. Pale with the Fear of doing ill, and Red With Modesty, was all the Paint She had. ⟨p. 3⟩Go on, dear TRUTH, charge once Truth-Speaking Fame To Tell whose Wife, & What She then became.