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Meat out of the eater. Or, Funeral-discourses occasioned by the death of several relatives.…
Meat out of the eater. Or, Funeral-discourses occasioned by the death of several relatives. Work accommodated unto the service of all that are in any affliction; but very particularly such as are afflicted with the loss of their consorts or children. / By Cotton Mather. ; [Four lines from I Corinthians]
Boston: printed by B. Green & J. Allen for Benjamin Eliot, 1703
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.
A Consolatory POEM Dedicated unto MR. COTTON MATHER;
Soon after the Decease of his Excellent and Virtuous WIFE, that well-accomplished Gentlewoman, Mrs. Abigail Mather, Who Changed Earth for Heaven, Dec. 1. 1702. In the Thirty Third year of her Age.
Soon after the Decease of his Excellent and Vertuous WIFE, that well-accomplished Gentlewoman, Mrs. Abigail Mather, Who Changed Earth for Heaven, Dec. 1. 1702. In the Thirty Third year of her Age.
SIR, After you have wiped the Eyes Of Thousands in their Miseries, And oft condoled the heavy Fates Of those that have Survived their Mates Its come at length to your own Turn, To be One half within an Urn. (Your Christ would have it so be done!) Your other Self's torn off, and Gone. Gone! Said I. Yes, and that's the worst: Your Wife's but gone to Heaven first.
SIR, After you have wip'd the Eyes Of Thousands in their Miseries, And oft condol'd the heavy Fates Of those that have Surviv'd their Mates Its come at length to your own Turn, To be One half within an Urn. (Your Christ would have it so be done!) Your other Self's torn off, and Gone. Gone! Said I. Yes, and that's the worst: Your Wife's but gone to Heaven first.