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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.
BROWN to the Lottery of Worth drew near; He drew a Prize, a matchless Prize, in Her. Not Wealth, but Solid Worth, in her he sees; He see's Rich Virtues, and is charmed with these.
BROWN to the Lottery of Worth drew near; He drew a Prize, a matchless Prize, in Her. Not Wealth, but Solid Worth, in her he sees; He see's Rich Vertues, and is charm'd with these.
O Parents, Pity the fond Sons of Men, And your fair Daughters well adorn for them. With Useful Knowledge freight their Tender Souls; Why should they Empty be, but Noisy Fools? Teach them the Skill an House to Guide & Feed, And with Kind Mates an Easy Life to Lead. Goodness to them, and all Good Humour Show; The Pious Parents Shaped their MARY so. The Wretch that is alone to Mammon Wed, May chance to find a Satan in the Bed. She's Rich! That's all they say on her behalf: Her Gold you Worship, and a Golden Calf. Wink hard and Wed; a Bag and Baggage too, In Markets often do together go. Who by mere Hundreds and by Thousands choose, A Thousand tis to One, themselves they loose. The Rigging of the Ship; the Tear & Wear, Will soon cost more than all She brought with her. Why should her Dress Ensnare? Tis dearly bought: Poor Woodcocks that are in a Ribbon caught. Or why her Dance bewitch? Upon an head Not like John Baptists, her Light Feet shall tread.
O Parents, Pity the fond Sons of Men, And your fair Daughters well adorn for them. With Useful Knowledge fraight their Tender Souls; Why should they Empty be, but Noisy Fools? Teach them the Skill an House to Guide & Feed, And with Kind Mates an Easy Life to Lead. Goodness to them, and all Good Humour Show; The Pious Parents Shap'd their MARY so. The Wretch that is alone to Mammon Wed, May chance to find a Satan in the Bed. She's Rich! That's all they say on her behalf: Her Gold you Worship, and a Golden Calf. Wink hard and Wed; a Bag and Baggage too, In Markets often do together go. Who by meer Hundreds and by Thousands choose, A Thousand tis to One, themselves they loose. The Rigging of the Ship; the Tear & Wear, Will soon cost more than all She brought with her. Why should her Dress Ensnare? Tis dearly bought: Poor Woodcocks that are in a Ribbon caught. Or why her Dance bewitch? Upon an head Not like John Baptists, her Light Feet shall tread.