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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.
Oh come, Tertullian; Teach me to declare, The Happiness of such an Happy Pair! Ye Popish Dogs, At Marriage bark no more; Unclean so Devils burn, and Single Roar. Marriage, That Honourable Chastity, Let none but Filthy Antichrist decry.
But tell, fair TRUTH; for thou hast more to tell: What MARY was; Not, where's a Parallel! Her Beauty let Agrippa's Pen define; Call it, A Lovely Ray of Light Divine; A Soul of Heavenly Lustre Shining through' An Earthly Lantern of a Glorious hue. A Body of a Frame so fine and Rare, When was there Matter seen to Thought so near? (So Fair; but not Enslaved unto the Smoke Piped by the Dames under the Indian Yoke!) But NOYES, except Thou do a Pencil find, None can Paint out the Beauty of her Mind. Embodied Virtue She; The Spangled Sphere Looked for her, and such Lustre must be there. A Patched Face could not suit so sound an Heart, Spots to the Skin clear Souls do not impart. Sincere; She Paint abhorred; A Jezebel May Paint, but Meat unto the Dogs she fell. ⟨p. 6⟩Prudence the Mother of all Virtues here, Before She was a Mother came to Her. The Harmless Dove nothing of Serpent had, But Prudence for to serve and help her Head. By the Polestar of Piety She Steered; And no mishaps but those of Sin She feared. When JESUS called, His Mary came to Him, Clasping the Feet that came her to Redeem. With Tears to Channels of Repentance turned, Faults known to none but Heaven, & Her, She mourned. And yet these Lovely Pearls, her Tears, She thought Must to her Saviours Cleansing Blood be brought. The Worlds base Idols, her brave Soul despised And what the World Adores She Sacrificed. CHRIST asked the Heart of Her for whom He died; Great LORD, I'm thine! Her conquered Heart replied. His Righteousness alone She chose for that Wherein to Stand before His Judgment Seat: To that Kind Shepherd, gladly She Resigned To Lead and Rule by Grace her Lamb-like Mind. Her Hands to God oft Lift in fervent Prayer, (Hands in Redeeming Blood well Whitened) were. When the rare Pastors had their Sermons done, Her Doing was, the Repetition. Banquets not in the Hall, but at the Door She still preferred, there for to feed the Poor. Her old Clothes, on the Poor, a Neater Show She judged, they made than on her Self her New