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Monica Americana. A funeral sermon, occasioned by the death of Mrs. Sarah Leveret, (once…
Monica Americana. A funeral sermon, occasioned by the death of Mrs. Sarah Leveret, (once the honourable consort of John Leveret Esq. governor of the Massachuset-Colony, New-England,) who changed earth for heaven. 2 d. 11 m. 1704. : With an elegy upon her memory. : [Two lines from Augustine]Monica Americana. A funeral sermon, occasioned by the death of Mrs. Sarah Leveret, (once the honourable consort of John Leveret Esq. governour of the Massachuset-Colony, New-England,) who changed earth for heaven. 2 d. 11 m. 1704. : With an elegy upon her memory. : [Two lines from Augustine]
Boston: printed for Samuel Phillips, 1705
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 Lacrymatory: •esign'd for the Tears let fall at the Funeral of Mrs. SARAH LEVERET; Who Died, 2d. 11m. 1704, 5.
A Lacrymatory: •esign'd for the Tears let fall at the Funeral of Mrs. SARAH LEVERET; Who Dy'd, 2d. 11m. 1704, 5.
Flow on, Just Tears; and let such Dues be paid: Tears were at first, for these Occasions made.
FLow on, Just Tears; and let such Dues be paid: Tears were at first, for these Occasions made.
Long did I Vex in Vain at Stupid Man, That e'er Men found out Painting, so long Ages ran. •ain would I Painted to the Life have seen The Heroins that in past Times have been. • could we Present that bright SARAH View, Who Mortals charmed, and who pleased Angels too. Or that brave MIRIAM, She of whom tis said, The Israels Daughters in Devotions Led: Could glorious DEBORAH appear again, And to true Glory Quicken Slothful Men: Could Prayerful HANNAH once again be shown, Prostrate in Prayer's before the Sapphire Throne: Could Pious MARY with her inward worth, And all her Piety again come forth: We'd Love the Painter, and admire the skill; But tis our Grief, we want that Painting Still. And courteous Dorcas, we complain of Thee We can't thy Face wrought with thy Needle see.