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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.
Ye, Men of God, Your Funeral Sermons owe For Her who Sermons those Regards did show. You have in Her an Auditory gone, A Full one 'twas, if she were there Alone.
Ye, Men of God, Your Funeral Sermons owe For Her who Sermons those Regards did show. You have in Her an Auditory gone, A Full one t'was, if she were there Alone.
Good I […], Tell us now that Secret Rare; Ra•• like the Stone of the Philosopher: A •ife of Ten Times Seven Years to run, And all that while to be Reproached by None.
Good I 〈…〉, Tell us now that Secret Rare; Ra•• like the Stone of the Philosopher: A •ife of Ten Times Seven Years to run, And all that while to be Reproach'd by None.
None You Reproached; But every Person knew What Good You could, You'd every Person • There, Madam, lay Your Skill: By Goodness tis We charm fell Serpents, that they cannot hiss.
None You Reproach'd; But every Person knew What Good You could, You'd every Person • There, Madam, lay Your Skill: By Goodness tis We charm fell Serpents, that they cannot hiss.