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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.
More might be said: But left I vex And stir the Envy of her Sex, I'll not proceed in Commendation, But leave her to their Imitation; Who having her bright virtue kept In Lustre; Thus at length She sleeps
More might be said: But left I vex And stir the Envy of her Sex, I'le not proceed in Commendation, But leave her to their Imitation; Who having her bright vertue kept In Lustre; Thus at length She slepts
A Sickness full of Masteries, With Violence did on her Seize. She Thirty Weeks felt Deaths Attack, But Fervent Prayer still kept her back. Her Faith and Patience 'twas to Try, And Learn Us how to Live and Die
A Sickness full of Masteries, With Violence did on her Sieze. She Thirty Weeks felt Deaths Attack, But Fervent Pray'r still kept her back. Her Faith and Patience t'was to Try, And Learn Us how to Live and Dy
At Last, all Thoughts of Life were nulled; For Earth by Heaven was ou'pull'd And She straight way must thither go, Whether her good Friends would or no. So with the Wings of Faith and Love, And Feathers of an Holy Dove, She hid this Wretched World adieu, And Swiftly up to Heaven flew; Yet as She flew, let this Word fall, Heaven, Heaven will make amends for all!
At Last, all Thoughts of Life were nuli'd; For Earth by Heaven was ou'pull'd And She straight way must thither go, Whether her good Friends would or no. So with the Wings of Faith and Love, And Feathers of an Holy Dove, She hid this Wretched World adi•u, And Swiftly up to Heaven flew; Yet as She flew, let this Word fall, Heav'n, Heav'n will make amends for all!